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It was cloudy and rainy all day yesterday, but today the sun is shining brightly. The asphalt road has already been dried, and the weather is neither hot nor cold nor arrogant or dry.

Just after March [-]rd, many people were flying kites in the square near the flower market, colorfully fluttering in the wind, rendering the monotonous white sky.

When we arrived at the flower market, Zhou Heng found a hidden parking space and parked the car. Murong Qing glanced at him and lowered his head to unbuckle his seat belt.

Zhou Heng quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, and quickly walked around the front of the car to open the door for Murong Qing.

Murong Qing had already pushed the door down by himself. He was quite surprised when he saw Zhou Heng getting off the car: "Brother Heng, do you want to go too?"

"Of course." Zhou Heng said, "I agreed to accompany you."

"But," Murong Qing raised his brows in confusion, "You... will be recognized."

Zhou Heng is a big shot in Baishan City, and recently because of his upcoming wedding, he has frequently been on the news, so it might be inappropriate to go out with him like this.

After all, his identity is Zhou Heng's shady lover.

"Oh." Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, thinking that you would be recognized, then he opened the rear door and took two things: "I prepared a hat and a mask, come here, I'll put them on for you."

He put on a mask and a hat for Murong Qing. The hat was a wide-brimmed peaked cap with an unobtrusive khaki color. The mask covered most of his face. Gently pinched his earlobe, and made Murong Qing's face feel ashamed again, his ears were instantly hot.

Zhou Heng smiled and withdrew his hand, in a good mood, he withdrew his hand and put on the big black supers for himself.

Although he is the richest man in Baishan City, he really became popular after Murong Qing.

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng wearing the black cap, and felt relieved, then he was embraced by Zhou Heng, "Let's go."

Murong Qing's expression froze for a moment, and his heart was overturned. In the past three years with Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng had never held him, let alone hugged him when he went out.

For a moment, Murong Qing's eyes were blurred under the sunlight.

On Friday, there were not too many people, it was lively but not crowded. Zhou Heng and Murong Qing were very conspicuous as they walked sweetly in the crowd, attracting attention frequently.

Although Murong Qing enjoyed Zhou Heng's willingness to get close to him when he was outside, he didn't dare to go shopping. He and Zhou Heng passed through a row of pet shops at the beginning, and came to the first shop selling green plants.

When Murong Qing asked about the lavender seedlings, the shopkeeper with a loud voice who was collecting money immediately raised his head and said "Yes, yes, yes," and then shouted inside: "Xiaoyun, show the guests to see the lavender seedlings."

After a while, an eighteen-nine-year-old girl with curvy eyebrows came over. The little girl smiled sweetly, "Hello, please follow me."

This store is not small, and the common and easy-to-sell Clivia narcissus and camellias are placed at the entrance. In the store, there are large potted plants such as fortune tree, rubber tree, money tree, and lavender seedlings in the backyard.

At this moment, there are only two guests who are picking flower seedlings in the backyard.

When Murong Qing went in, he saw lavender seedlings at a glance. He walked over to have a look, and found that the color was not bad, the stems and leaves were fat, and the height was [-] to [-] centimeters. He decided to buy it here, so he searched for the price: "If you pay more for one pot, I will buy three pots."

The little girl with crooked eyebrows has been staring at Murong Qing ever since she saw him, and when Murong Qing bent over, she suddenly opened her eyes and covered her mouth, obviously already doubting Murong Qing's identity.

As soon as Murong Qing opened his mouth, the little girl who controlled the sound immediately confirmed it, and she staggered to get close to Murong Qing as if she was about to fall, but Zhou Heng stretched out her hand to stop her.

Seeing the starry eyes of the little girl, Zhou Heng hooked his lips and smiled a little coldly: "Shh."

The little girl withdrew her hand, as if she was a little afraid of Zhou Heng, and whispered, "Well, I'm a big fan of the actor, I, I, I want an autograph, okay?"

Murong Qing heard the little girl's last sentence. He thought she wanted Zhou Heng's autograph, so he bent down to choose his lavender.

With Murong Qing's current situation, Zhou Heng could only cold-bloodedly refuse: "Sorry, I'm the best actor today, so I can't sign for you."

The little girl's eyelashes trembled, and the face covered with dog food could no longer tell whether it was surprise or disappointment. She blushed quickly and pursed her lips: "It's okay, it's okay, Best Actor Murong, I'll give it to you." Choose."

The two guests next to him didn't like the one they liked, and left behind them complaining loudly. Murong Qing lowered his head and picked the flower seedlings again, he couldn't hear clearly, so he didn't think much about it.

Picking three pots of flower seedlings, the price in the flower market is relatively cheap, a total of 45 yuan, Zhou Heng randomly drew a [-] bill and said to the little girl, "No need to look for it, thank you for liking Brother Qing."

Only then did the little girl turn her intoxicated eyes to Zhou Heng: "No, I..."

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows hidden under the sunglasses, arrogantly: "Unfortunately, Brother Qing can only like me."

The little girl was dumbfounded: "..."

Then she watched the extremely rampant actor swaggering away with her beloved actor in his arms.

After being stunned for ten seconds, the little girl ran out of the store as if flying, and took a photo of Zhou Heng and Murong Qing's backs.

And quickly sent a circle: What kind of fairy couple is this.Then the ramblings were paired with her frightening and heart-wrenching experience of eating dog food just now.

Unexpectedly, three hours later, the message from her little friend who didn't have many friends climbed to tenth on the most searched list.

The reprint volume is astonishing.

Probably because Murong Qing and Zhou Heng haven't shown up for too long, the dog food is out of stock.

An hour later, Zhou Heng and Murong Qing came to the most luxurious Zhou Dynasty Palace Hotel in Baishan City, which was naturally also owned by Zhou Heng.

He and Murong Qing directly took the elevator to the 52nd floor and entered the private room.

He brought Murong Qing to this private room a few years ago, but Murong Qing obviously didn't remember it. He was a little cautious when he entered the private room. All kinds of fish, some are stunned: "It's so beautiful."

Zhou Heng remembered that when Murong Qing came here for the first time two years ago, he said it was 'too extravagant'. Thinking of Murong Qing's stern and indifferent appearance before, Zhou Heng couldn't help laughing: "Just as long as you like it."

Murong Qing obviously didn't expect Zhou Heng to say that, his eyes were obviously stunned, and then he pursed his lips: "I like it."

A whole wall of fish, a whole wall of green plants and flowers, a whole side of glass facing the beautiful scenery of the wetland park in the city center, and then the tables and stools made of thousand-year-old trees, so charming, it makes people feel happy Huo Ran is open, how can you not like it.

The manager of the restaurant came over to order food in person. He just greeted Zhou Heng and was about to say hello to the film king when Zhou Heng snapped his fingers.

Zhou Heng glanced at the menu, raised his head and said the names of five dishes, all of which were Murong Qing's favorites.

Although Murong Qing's taste didn't change after he became 'ill' last time, he still handed him the menu: "Order a few more."

Although Murong Qing accepted the menu obediently, he shook his head lightly and said, "I'm fine, you can just order." There are already five dishes, and there are more leftovers if you order more.

"Be obedient." Zhou Heng insisted. He pressed his elbows on the table, folded his hands together, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and pressed his body forward, feeling a little oppressive: "Order a few more."

The manager of the restaurant was a little taken aback. Although Zhou Heng did not bring Murong Qing here many times, he was the only one who received them, which left a deep impression on him.

Zhou Heng cared about Murong Qing's affairs, and always spoke softly and pamperingly, with a low voice with a little coquettishness, and Qing Ge Qing's yelling made people's ears go soft.

Murong Qing pursed his lips and smiled at Zhou Heng, then looked down at the menu.

After flipping through two pages, I ordered two very light ones, one chicken soup for the soul, and one sweet chestnut rice language. To put it bluntly, it was sweet chicken soup and sweet rice with chestnuts.

When Murong Qing mentioned the name of the dish, Zhou Heng felt a little melancholy: Brother Qing's taste has changed this time, but he still likes it from the beginning. Hey, what else does Brother Qing not know.

The dishes were served quickly, Zhou Heng first scooped up a bowl of chicken soup for Murong Qing and placed it in front of him, urging him to drink the soup first, then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Nan Rui.

Zhou Heng: Thirteen days apart, buy lavender seedlings, 'I' let him learn to trade stocks, like to drink chicken soup and eat sweet rice.

Nan Rui: Oh.

After Zhou Heng picked up a few dishes with chopsticks, he wrote back, but the content of the reply was:

Nan Rui: What a mess.

Nan Rui: You can find hundreds of articles for each piece of information separately, but you can’t find a single one together.

Nan Rui complained: Please be patient and use some useful tricks, really.

Zhou Heng frowned, he was messed up enough: the emperor is not in a hurry to kill eunuchs.

Nan Rui: Hehe, the eunuch is dead, the emperor please.

Zhou Heng frowned, took back his phone and didn't reply.

Murong Qing saw Zhou Heng's expression in his eyes, saw Zhou Heng holding a piece of mushroom with a sullen face, he hesitated to ask: "Brother Heng, is it... what's the matter with the company?"

Zhou Heng turned the mushrooms and put them on the plate in front of Murong Qing, and said, "It's all right."

"En." Murong Qing bit his lip, looked down at the fat and tender mushroom on the plate, as if he wanted to see through the mushroom.

Perhaps it was a message from Zhou Heng's fiancée.

Murong Qing knew somewhat that Zhou Heng's fiancée was a very shrewd and capable woman. Before the engagement, Zhou Heng still admired this woman to some extent, but in the past year, that woman was too clingy to him. .

Zhou Heng has a cold and distant personality, and he doesn't like being controlled by others. Recently, when Zhou Heng came to see him, the woman would keep calling and texting him. Zhou Heng even publicly showed his dislike for his fiancée's behavior.

Or maybe it was really just a corporate marriage, and his feelings for that woman did not rise to love.

However, it doesn't matter whether Zhou Heng and his fiancée have emotional substance or not, it doesn't matter to him, he is just a lover bought by Zhou Heng with money.

To put it bluntly, who would find an MB and still think about it for the rest of their lives.

Think about this, probably only MB.

Such as Zhou Heng.

like him.

The meal was silent but still stable. Zhou Heng didn't look at his phone anymore, and would pick up vegetables for Murong Qing from time to time.

Murong Qing seemed to have a good appetite, except that he had a bit of a partial eclipse. Of the two dishes he ordered, he finished the chicken soup, ate half of the chicken, basically cleaned up the sweet rice and chestnuts, and ate up all the dishes that Zhou Heng helped him with.

Murong Qing put down the spoon, Zhou Heng unfolded the wet towel with a smile on his face, crossed his arms over the table and leaned over to wipe his mouth, then put the wet towel in the dazed Murong Qing's hand: "Wipe your hands."

"Well," Murong Qing said without moving. When Zhou Heng withdrew his hands and sat down, he realized that he blushed and said, "Okay."

Murong Qing wiped his hands, Zhou Heng pulled him up, and sat down at the table with Kung Fu tea. The tea table is closer to the window and the scenery is better.

Boiling water and tea are all ready on the table.

Zhou Heng walked around to stand opposite Murong Qing, lowered his head to serve the tea set, "Sit down, I'll make you a cup of tea, think about where else you want to go, and I'll accompany you later."

Murong Qing looked up at Zhou Heng with eager eyes. Zhou Heng was tall and handsome, his facial features were three-dimensional like a knife, his temperament was noble like a king, his body was sexy, strong and attractive, and he slept with him for three years, how could he not love him.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Heng picked up the first cup of tea that had been brewed and fed it to his mouth. His gentle voice sounded like poison that tempted people to commit crimes: "Taste it."

Murong Qing's lips squirmed, and just as he was about to raise his hand to pick it up, Zhou Heng directly pressed the rim of the cup against his lips, with just the right amount of force to lift his neck up, revealing his delicate and graceful neck.

Murong Qing's heart was suffocated by this flirting behavior, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked at Zhou Heng for a moment, as if seduced by Zhou Heng's deep and firm eyes, he gently parted his red lips, a wave of The warmth and sweetness instantly flowed along the bed of his teeth and tongue into his heart, splashing all the sweetness in his heart.

Why did Brother Heng treat him so well all of a sudden?

They have been together for three years, although Brother Heng has always been good to him, he has never been short of what he should give him, he has never demanded more from him, and his sex is not too much, he is occasionally rude but there is no unbearable habit, it is a rare encounter He is a good benefactor, but brother Heng has never done the kind of behavior that can only be seen between lovers like today.

Even, brother Heng seldom came to him during the day, and usually at night when he was in need.

He has always treated him in a purely nurturing and nurturing relationship.

As early as three years ago, Zhou Heng had made it very clear to him that he only wanted to be flirtatious, and that one day he would marry someone else and would give him a considerable breakup fee.

Two years ago, Zhou Heng got engaged, and a month ago, Zhou Heng announced the date of marriage, which gave him sufficient preparations for breaking up, but he lost both his body and his heart.

At this critical moment, she was pregnant.

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing who was stunned. The last sip of tea overflowed from the corner of his mouth because he didn't have time to swallow it. He quickly sipped it with his fingertips and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

"No." Murong Qing lowered his head, concealed the despair in his eyes and said softly, "It's nothing, it's delicious, this is the best tea I've ever had."