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"Mr. Lin," Murong Qing came over and said softly, "I want to go out and buy some clothes, I told Zhou Heng."

Murong Qing's voice was different from the cold one before, gentle and nice. Lin Yao felt that his ears were about to become pregnant: "Well, good."

Zhou Heng did not ask Murong Qing not to go out. The day before yesterday Murong Qing went to buy books, and yesterday Murong Qing went to the supermarket. Face mask.

When the car drove out of the garage, Lin Yao realized that it was raining outside at some point, hesitated for a while, asked Murong Qing for advice, and drove out of the community.

Following them, a small gray speckled creature that looked like a raccoon and a cat also quickly jumped into a car.

When Xiaowu jumped into the driver's seat, he turned into Nan Hao. He started the car to catch up with the blue Koenigsegg in front and called Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng is in the courtroom, and the verdict will be out soon, but he still walked out of the courtroom and explained to Nan Hao. After calming down for a few seconds, he called Nan Rui.

Murong Qing asked Lin Yao to take him to a shopping mall in the city center.

The day before yesterday, he finally learned from Zhou Heng that his father was being treated in a hospital in the city center.

Although there is no specific hospital, there are no more than three hospitals built in the city center. His father suffered a heart attack. Zhou Heng said before that he arranged for his father to be the best heart hospital, so the most likely one is Shangshan Xinnao. Vascular Hospital.

The remaining two hospitals are Zongheng International Hospital and the Second Affiliated Hospital of the Center.

Murong Qing used an excuse to go to the toilet and escaped. If Lin Yao couldn't find him half an hour later, he would definitely call Zhou Heng. He only had an hour at most to check the hospital, so he rushed to Shangshan Hospital while calling the other two. The hospital called to inquire.

Murong Qing took off his mask to make a call, but he was wearing a huge windbreaker hat that covered his face, and it was raining moderately in spring, and there were few pedestrians on the road and they were all in a hurry, so he was not recognized. come out.

It takes only ten minutes to run from the shopping mall to Shangshan Hospital.

It didn't feel cold in the rain, but after entering the hospital, Murong Qing couldn't help shivering and got goosebumps.

The hospital is privately run and because of the rain, there are not many people in the lobby. When Murong Qing entered the door, he shook off the rain from his hat and quickly put it on again. There were already people in the lobby looking at him.

"Hello," Murong Qing walked to the consultation desk in the hospital lobby, and asked after a flash of light in his eyes, "Please check a patient named Murong Kun for me, and see which ward he lives in."

"Okay, please wait... you..." The nurse who raised her head casually met Murong Qing's face, her eyes suddenly widened, and she seemed quite frightened: "You are..."

"My name is Murong Qing." Murong Qing was nervous and anxious, didn't notice anything unusual about the nurse, and even didn't notice that the nurse next to him rushed over, his eyes lit up: "Murong Kun's son."

"Ah!" Murong Qing's voice fell, and the woman behind the counter jumped up, like crazy: "Mu, Mu, Mu, ahh, uh... yes, I'm sorry, boo boo, Mr. Film King, can, can I give it to you?" Shall I sign it?"

"Ah Ching."

Murong Qing's eyebrows ached when she was called by the woman. Before he could understand the situation, Zhou Heng's voice suddenly came from behind. go in.

Impossible, Zhou Heng can't come so fast!

Murong Qing closed his eyes, held his breath and desperately comforted himself: This must be an illusion caused by his excessive tension.

But with the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, and another cry of "Ah Ching", his shoulders were firmly held from behind, and a familiar breath rushed towards him, like a big net, trapping him firmly .

Murong Qing's spine creaked, and his nails dug into the table with force, his brain went white.

The short freedom of running in the rain seems to have never existed.

There was a noise, Murong Qing raised his head slowly, and saw the frightened little nurse in front of him being invited away by two men in suits. After that, the whole world seemed to be clean, and he could quietly hear Zhou's voice behind him. Constant breathing.

After all the people in the hall were invited to drink tea, Zhou Heng turned Murong Qing's body and saw Murong Qing staring at his mouth in a dazed manner, with a trace of unbearable eyes flashing across his eyes.

He sighed, raised Murong Qing's chin, looked at his too small face hidden in the hood, and forced him to look at him, but his voice was restrained and gentle: "Ah Qing, do you want to look at me?" Leave me?"

Murong Qing's fingernails pierced into the palm of his hand suddenly, his heart and lungs were frightened, his eyes were forced down, his eyelashes and lips trembled visibly, his appearance was extremely pitiful.

Zhou Heng raised his finger and stroked his face, staring at him with dark eyes, "I'm not good enough for you, huh?"

"Then," Zhou Heng said, he took Murong Qing's hand that was tightly clenched by his side, pulled it behind him, suddenly knelt down in front of him, and looked up at him: "How about this, Murong Qing, do you still have doubts? Am I sincere to you?"

Murong Qing took a step back in fright, his waist was firmly blocked by the edge of the table, there was no way to retreat, and his waist was also firmly restrained by the man kneeling on the ground, not even giving him a chance to fall down.

is a dream.

It's a dream.

Murong Qing's eyes were covered with thick mist, and he couldn't focus at all. He couldn't hurt his palms, so he bit his tongue hard, but the pain didn't bring him a trace of clarity, but made his brain more chaotic.

Who is he and where is he?

Is he alive, or has he died?

"Murong Qing, don't you want to see your father?" Zhou Heng looked up at Murong Qing, and said domineering words with a sincere face: "Then, marry me, and at our wedding, you will meet your father."

"!!!" The frightened Murong Qing turned his blunt eyes, looking at the man kneeling on the ground, his heart was sore and swollen as if it would explode in the next second, and the mist of tears covering his eyes finally turned into teardrops , landed on the tip of the shoe, his eyes instantly looked like black gemstones washed by the rain, clear and distorted, he stared at Zhou Heng's face in disbelief, the corners of his lips trembling: "Marry, marry you?"

"Yes, marry me." Zhou Heng took out the ring in his inner chest pocket: "Ah Qing, look, I have all the rings ready."

After fleeing and being caught, there was no unexpected rage, no natural humiliation, no even a word of blame, looking at Zhou Heng who was kneeling in front of him holding a ring and proposing or even forcing him to marry, Murong Qing finally felt relieved and his body softened. to that person.

Zhou Heng knelt down on one knee. Seeing that Murong Qing had lost even the last bit of strength, he moved extremely sensitively to pull him into his arms and stood up.

As soon as he got close to Zhou Heng's fiery embrace, Murong Qing knew how cold he was. As if bewitched, he held the clothes on the man's chest with his hands, and moved his body closer, shaking his lips to express his love, but When the words came to his lips, there were only two words left over and over again: "Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng, woo..."

"I'm here." Sensing Murong Qing's trust in him, Zhou Heng quickly hugged him tightly and comforted him: "I'm here, Ah Qing, I'm..."

Murong Qing's lips trembled for a long time, he didn't even dare to open his eyes: "I'm dreaming, right?"

"No." Zhou Heng held his cold face and asked him to look up at him: "Look, you are in my arms, and I am holding you."

Murong Qing opened his eyes, but they couldn't help being wet with tears. Zhou Heng's heart ached, he coaxed in a low voice: "Ah Qing, your father is not in this hospital, you got wet, go back first, okay? will get sick."

Murong Qing bit her lip and closed her eyes: "Yes."

If Zhou Heng can really love him, it doesn't matter if he dies in his arms.

Murong Qing couldn't help thinking.

After receiving Murong Qing's answer, Zhou Heng picked up Murong Qing and strode out of the hall without delay, and got into the Mercedes-Benz car he had come with.

There is only the driver Nan Tian in the car.

Murong Qing was directly hugged and sat on Zhou Heng's lap. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and his figure was much thinner than Zhou Heng's, so it was not against the law. Heng, I, I still sit..."

"Your clothes are wet." Zhou Heng interrupted him, removed the hat on his head, unzipped his front zipper, and took off his windbreaker.

The windbreaker was more or less waterproof, but Murong Qing walked in the rain for so long that the shirt on his back was also soaked a lot, sticking to his back.

When Zhou Heng was about to undo the second button on his collar, Murong Qing grabbed his hand in a panic. Although they are all men, being naked in front of Zhou Heng would make him ashamed, not to mention Nan Tian also said: "No, no, it's okay .”

As he said that, Murong Qing was about to move off Zhou Heng's lap. Zhou Heng grabbed his narrow waist, pulled him into his arms without refusal, pinched his chin and sealed his lips unexpectedly.

Murong Qing's pupils dilated, and Zhou Heng's body shuddered as soon as Zhou Heng pressed his lips, which had lost their warmth from the cold.

Only when he felt Zhou Heng's warmth did he realize how cold he was, and he couldn't help leaning closer, almost greedily absorbing the heat from Zhou Heng's body.

The place where Murong Qing had bitten hard just now had a bloody smell, Zhou Heng gently soothed the small wound before he opened his lips and kissed him deeply.

When the lips and teeth were intertwined and the saliva mingled, a burst of heat instantly flowed into Murong Qing's body from between Murong Qing's opened lips. The heat source was so clear along his spine and spread all the way to his waist, legs, until it warmed to his heels. , toes.

The invisible silver threads that came out of Zhou Heng's mouth jumped like flames to every part of Murong Qing's body, making his whole body extremely hot.

When the last bit of cold air on the soles of his feet was dispelled, Zhou Heng licked the small wound on his lips again, kissed away the tiny sweat beads that were forced out from the tip of his nose, and let him go reluctantly.

Murong Qing leaned against Zhou Heng's arms and panted heavily, his knuckle-boned hands tightly grasped the clothes on Zhou Heng's chest, he could still clearly feel the warm current flowing through his body, everything seemed like a dream to him.

It must be too emotional, the body will become so strange.

Sitting in Zhou Heng's arms, Murong Qing could feel Zhou Heng's gentleman at the moment, but he was extremely confused.

When he recovered, he shyly let go of the clothes on the man's chest that he had scratched and crumpled. His ears, cheeks and neck were flushed, and he gasped and said, "I, I'm too wet, and I'll get you wet too."

Zhou Heng chuckled lightly, and looked down to find Murong Qing's still red ears, his lips slightly twisted his soft earlobes, and his voice was gentle and sinister: "I've always wet you, so it's okay to be wet by you once." .”

"..." Murong Qing couldn't even breathe in embarrassment. He simply leaned against Zhou Heng's hot and solid chest, hid his face where Zhou Heng couldn't see, and pretended to be dead comfortably.

The shirt was not taken off, but Zhou Heng picked up the clothes attached to his back, wiped off the rain on his back with a dry towel, and put his palms on his back, like a big warm patch, warmed by the tireless heat source With his blood flowing.

His trousers were also completely wet, and Zhou Heng's palms were placed on his lapped knees, warming his entire legs.

Murong Qing thought of the hot kiss just now, and subconsciously licked his lips, but found that the wound that Zhou Heng had soothed carefully did not hurt at all.

When the mind is rotten and all thoughts are destroyed, only loving people is the medicine.

Before that, he never believed that Zhou Heng could treat him like this.

Rubbing Murong Qing's cold knees and looking at the rain outside the window, Zhou Hengfang felt that his breathing became easier.

Even though Murong Qing's departure was prepared, even though he knew that Murong Qing could not escape from his arms, he was still frightened.

Hugging Murong Qing tightly in his arms, he was never lost, but he felt a terrified feeling of being lost and found again.

The bank of Liuxiu Lake was built in the center of the city, the rain was getting heavier, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road, but it made it easier for them to get home within ten minutes.

Getting out of the car, Zhou Heng didn't let Murong Qing's feet touch the ground, and directly hugged him into the hall into the elevator, then into the house and up to the second floor.

Put Murong Qing on the bed, first let him drink a cup of hot water, and then Zhou Heng personally took off his dripping clothes and carried him to the bathroom.

Murong Qing was very ashamed to be hugged by Zhou Heng, but he didn't refuse. It wasn't until he was put down in the bathroom that his feet fell to the ground.

He held his breath, and shyly answered the invitation: "Zhou Heng, you're wet too, do you want to wash together...together?"

Zhou Heng didn't speak, he hugged Murong Qing's waist silently, looked down at Murong Qing.

Murong Qing let out a breath, tapped the tip of his teeth, and raised his hand to unbutton Zhou Heng.

When the clothes fell to the ground, Zhou Heng stretched out his long arms, turned on the shower, and kissed Murong Qing's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, face, nose, and finally his lips one after another.

Hug Murong Qing turned around, and the two came under the hot water, allowing the dense water to pour down from the top of their heads, enveloping them.

Zhou Heng didn't waste time, quickly finished washing, carried him back to the bed, let him lie at the end of the bed, rested his head on his lap and dried his hair, Murong Qing felt warm in his heart.

With the warm wind and Zhou Heng's flexible fingers moving through his hair, Murong Qing closed his eyes comfortably, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

Just when he was trying to open his eyes, Zhou Heng lightly pressed his fingers on his Baihui acupoint, and said softly, "Sleep, Ah Qing, I will always be with you."

The past two days were too preoccupied, and Murong Qing couldn't sleep all night. As soon as he got the approval, his eyes wrapped under his eyelids rolled twice, and fell asleep without any more hesitation.

Zhou Heng put down the hair dryer, twirled his fingertips on Murong Qing's pretty lips for a while, bowed his head and kissed him, then picked him up and prepared to put him in the middle of the bed.

When he was about to put Murong Qing down, Zhou Heng realized that the bed sheet had been stained a lot just now, and he struggled for a while. He turned around and carried Murong Qing to the second bedroom where Murong Qing lived before.

Originally, he planned to put Murong Qing in the second bedroom to lie down for a while, and he went to the master bedroom to change the sheets, but after putting Murong Qing down, he saw that Murong Qing was sleeping very deeply, so he didn't want to torment him, and just lay down on him. Beside her, hugged him and fell asleep.

He brought Murong Qing back at 10:30 in the morning, and Murong Qing fell asleep at eleven o'clock, but Murong Qing hadn't woken up until after five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Heng let go of him, got up and went to the ground, Murong Qing didn't even change his position, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Heng tapped the tip of Murong Qing's nose, but Murong Qing didn't move. He was reluctant to wake him up, but he had to go to Qin Kun's place.

For his sake, Qin Kun's father rushed back from abroad. Even if Murong Qing couldn't go today, he should meet him to show respect.

Zhou Heng went back to the master bedroom and got dressed, took a small detector and walked into the second bedroom, clamped the detector on the lucky bamboo leaf on the desk, pointed the camera at Murong Qing who was on the bed, turned on the phone and connected to the monitoring screen before leaving .

Lin Yao had been waiting downstairs since Zhou Heng brought Murong Qing back. After going downstairs, Zhou Heng went straight to the entrance. It seemed that he was planning to go out, so Lin Yao quickly got up and followed.

Lin Yao: "Brother Heng, have some food, I'll make it for you."

"No need." Zhou Heng put on his shoes and glanced upstairs when he turned around to take his coat: "You cook the porridge, Brother Qing should be waking up soon."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng looked down at his watch, and at [-]:[-]: "I'll go to Nan Rui's and be back at [-] o'clock."

"Okay," Lin Yao handed over an umbrella, the spring rain was lingering, and there were still sporadic drops of rain: "It's still raining outside."

Zhou Heng took the umbrella and left without saying anything.

When Zhou Heng arrived, Nan Rui, Qin Kun and Qin Kun's parents were preparing to go out for dinner.

Seeing Zhou Heng approaching, Qin Kun asked everyone to sit down first.

Even Qin Kun's parents naturally respect Zhou Heng as Lord Heng.

It made Nan Rui and Qin Kun, who were used to shouting brother and shouting, a little embarrassed.

Qin Kun's father is a vixen, and he was born with hypnotism, but Qin Kun suffered a serious illness when he was ten years old. In order to make Qin Kun live a long life, he split his demon core in half and fused it into a new one. Gave it to Qin Kun.

Now he has lost his demonic power for more than twenty years, and his temples are grey.

The goblin's demon pill is a symbol of ability and longevity, but according to Qin Kun's father's words, this is also good, and his human wife who can accompany him will grow old together.

Although Qin Kun's father has no real ability, he can only help Zhou Heng with his [-] years of experience in the world.

They think that Murong Qing's current situation is either due to too much memory in his head, or because he has been subjected to an attack, so the hypnotism of ordinary humans is useless to him.

As soon as they got to the point, Zhou Heng's phone vibrated. He took it out and saw Murong Qing, who was lying quietly on the bed just now, move. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. up.

"Sorry." Zhou Heng couldn't sit still immediately, he got up and apologized: "Brother Qing woke up, Brother Qing was caught in the rain today, and he dare not catch the cold again, I will treat you to dinner another day."

After saying goodbye, Zhou Heng left in a hurry.

On the big bed in the second bedroom, Murong Qing sat up, feeling a little dizzy, he shook his head, lifted the quilt on his body and moved his legs to get out of bed.

Thirsty as hell.

He clenched his throat twice, and reached for the bedside table, only to find there was only a box of toilet paper.

Murong Qing pursed his lips, rubbed his temples, got up and went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, put the water in his stomach, went to the sink, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth.

He leaned weakly on the edge of the sink and looked in the mirror. His face with water marks was fair and bright, and his brows and eyes were full of spring. It was like a rose fed by rain and dew in the morning. It was delicate and plump, and his lips were also bright. There is a slight slack.

But why is the head so heavy?

Murong Qing leaned over and washed his face a few more times, feeling more refreshed, so he went back to the bedroom.

When he returned to the bedroom, he realized that it was raining outside. He rubbed his brows and stopped two meters away from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I didn't expect that when I came back, it was still sunny and it was raining. It was dark outside, and I don't know what the weather will be like tomorrow.

Murong Qing wanted to look for his mobile phone to check the weather forecast, but he couldn't find it. He looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was already six o'clock, so he changed into home clothes and prepared to go downstairs.

Zhou Heng is coming back soon, and I haven't seen him for a week, so I'm really thinking about it.

As soon as Murong Qing reached the stairs, he heard an impatient push on the door, he paused, the corner of his mouth rose up almost imperceptibly, and his right foot sank down the stairs.

Zhou Hengyi, who came in from the door, saw Murong Qing, kicked off his rain-stained leather shoes without any slippers on, took off his rain-stained coat and threw it on the dining chair, and looked at Murong with bare feet Qing went.

Murong Qing walked slowly, Zhou Heng walked fast, and they met in the middle of the stairs.

Zhou Heng stopped on the stairs below Murong Qing, a head lower than Murong Qing, as soon as he got close to Murong Qing, he opened his arms and hugged Murong Qing's waist, said softly 'wake up', and tiptoed to kiss Murong Qing blue lips.

"Stop." Murong Qing hid his face back, quickly raised his right hand and spread his five fingers to cover Zhou Heng's mouth and half of his face, narrowing his eyes dangerously, with a displeased expression on his face: "It smells like smoke, don't get close I!"