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Zhou Heng turned on the treadmill and ran from slow to fast. He put a white towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck from time to time.

Wearing a gray apron, Murong Qing boiled glutinous rice and red date porridge first, and then stood in front of the marble counter in the kitchen to pick, wash, cut and stir-fry in one go, very skillful.

During the cooking break, Murong Qing ran to the balcony connected to the kitchen to peek at Zhou Heng several times. Zhou Heng was standing on the treadmill with his back facing him, which gave him the opportunity to observe Zhou Heng unscrupulously.

It's a pity that even if Zhou Heng's back is exposed, he still can't get the answer.

Since Zhou Heng's sudden arrival yesterday, he has been gentle with him, and it is impossible not to be tempted. Therefore, although he looked at Zhou Heng with doubts, he was gentler than before.

About 10 minutes later, Murong Qing put the three dishes and the steamed quick-frozen steamed buns on the table, and when he went back to the kitchen to serve the meal, Zhou Heng got off the treadmill.

He wiped the sweat from his face and body casually like a wind-blown leaf, then threw the towel on the rocking chair beside him, and walked to the kitchen.

Before he reached the kitchen, Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing serving porridge with his back facing him, with a dark belt tied around his waist and an asymmetrical bow tied at the waist, and the edges of the apron on both sides Wrap the side waist, make the waist thinner than it actually is, the buttocks are a little bit up, and there is a smell of being a wife in the fireworks.

Hook him again!

Zhou Heng squinted his eyes, and the dull emotions caused by thinking about things just now dissipated a lot.

Murong Qing walked out of the kitchen with the meal and saw Zhou Heng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "I just made the meal, I thought I'll call you when I'm ready."

"En." Zhou Heng responded simply, taking the porridge from Murong Qing's hand.

Murong Qing gently curved his eyebrows, smiled at Zhou Heng, and then went back to the kitchen to serve another bowl of porridge.

Zhou Heng put down the porridge bowl and went into the kitchen to take another bowl of porridge from Murong Qing's hand. Murong Qing only had chopsticks in his hand. He turned around and turned off the hood, and followed Zhou Heng to the dining table.

He was bending over to put a pair of chopsticks to the opposite side. Zhou Heng, who put down the porridge bowl, suddenly put his left hand on the table beside him, turned around and leaned over to give him a light lick on his lips: "Thanks for your hard work."

The chopsticks rolled from the bowl to the table, crackling, Zhou Heng's hand went around behind Murong Qing, and untied the bow on his waist.

Before Murong Qing's legs softened, Zhou Heng reached out and took off the strap of the apron hanging around his neck, and took the apron off his neck.

The provocative Murong Qing was flustered, but Zhou Heng calmly folded the apron and put it on the empty chair beside him, walked around to the opposite side of the dining table, and sat down properly.

Picking up the chopsticks that had fallen on the table, Zhou Heng calmly picked up a piece of carrot, chewed it in his mouth, looked at Murong Qing who was still standing stupidly, and said, "Yeah, it's delicious, and I'm still standing up to eat it." Well, don't feel tired."

"Uh... oh." Murong Qing quickly pulled away the chair and sat down, pushed the only meat dish on the table towards Zhou Heng, and then picked up the spoon and bowed his head to drink the porridge.

Murong Qing drank half a bowl of porridge, and finally raised his head. Zhou Heng took a piece of carrot and handed it to Murong Qing. Seeing that Murong Qing hesitated, he ate it and retracted his chopsticks before he said, "Look, you like carrots very much recently. Eat carrots."

"Yeah." Murong Qing quickly chewed and swallowed the carrot in his mouth: "Carrots can supplement vitamins."

"???" Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing suspiciously. The answer is rather strange, isn't it because he likes it?

"Ah..." Only then did Murong Qing realize that he had said something wrong: "Well, I recently had white spots on my fingernails, so I searched the Internet, and it said to eat more carrots."

After a pause, Murong Qing said in a low voice, "Drink more chicken soup."

Zhou Heng nodded in agreement, but his eyes were fixed on Murong Qing's fingernails: "No, he has been replenishing Qing's Qi for the past year, so why are there white spots on the fingernails?"

Seeing Murong Qing shrinking his fingers, he suddenly remembered that Brother Qing had already lost his original memory, and now his brain was occupied by memories that did not belong to him.

Three dishes are not too much. Zhou Heng ate half of it, and Murong Qing cleaned up the rest. Ordered two hard boiled eggs.

Murong Qing eats twice as much as before.

Zhou Heng was a little worried that Murong Qing's stomach would feel uncomfortable again due to swelling.

However, he didn't urge Murong Qing to eat more today, since he wanted to eat so much himself, it would be hard for him not to let him eat.

After eating, Zhou Heng just put down his chopsticks to get a tissue, when Murong Qing, who was opposite him, stared at the last steamed bun on the plate and asked him, "Brother Heng, are you going to eat the steamed bun?"

Zhou Heng took out a tissue to wipe Murong Qing's mouth and paused for a moment, then glanced at the remaining steamed bun with a slightly black heart and bean paste: "I won't eat it."

"En." Murong Qing quickly picked up the small steamed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and explained in a vague voice: "This kind of instant steamed bun doesn't taste good after a long time, it's a pity to throw it away."

Zhou Heng was stunned, watching Murong Qing put steamed buns into his mouth with one hand and clean up the dishes with the other, so he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, stood up and said, "Okay, eat your steamed buns, I'll clean them up."

It seems that after the scientific sensuality, there is a new task, how to reduce Murong Qing's sudden increase in food intake without hurting his self-esteem.

After finishing work, before nine o'clock, Zhou Heng asked Murong Qing if there was any place he wanted to go. Murong Qing stared at him stupidly for a while, then shook his head.

Murong Qing is the hottest film star at the moment, once he goes out, he will definitely cause a sensation if he is recognized, so Murong Qing doesn't say anything, Zhou Heng will not take the initiative to mention it, thinking that the food at the Zhou Dynasty Palace Hotel is very appetizing for Murong Qing, and he will bring it around noon He went to have a meal.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, Murong Qing said he wanted to go upstairs to fertilize and water the lavender, Zhou Heng nodded and let him go, and he followed Murong Qing up to the second floor to take a shower and change clothes.

He didn't want Murong Qing for a few days, and he slept with someone last night, so Zhou Heng couldn't help but masturbate in the bathroom, and after he came out of the bathroom refreshed, he went to the bedroom and picked up the casual clothes on the bed and put them on .

After putting on his pants, he put on his jacket. He buttoned it with his right hand and picked up his phone with his left hand.

Nan Rui sent him a message an hour ago: I picked about [-] books with characters similar to the actor, there are a lot, and then send me some key information points.

Zhou Heng thought for a while: I don't want the house.Eat carrots to supplement vitamins, and said that the nails have white spots.Giant can eat.

Nan Rui: Grumpy jpg.

Nan Rui: Okay, I see.

Zhou Heng looked at the two messages sent by Nan Rui, put his phone in his trouser pocket, and walked out of the bedroom.

In the flower room on the top floor, the spring sun at nine o'clock in the morning permeates the glass ceiling and shines down on Murong Qing's body with warmth and tenderness.

When Zhou Heng went up, Murong Qing was watering the lavender. The man was slightly bent, holding the watering can in one hand, and playing with the lavender seedlings standing unsteadily in the other. It was peaceful and beautiful, and he was stunned for a moment.

After a while, when Murong Qing watered the lavender that was planted yesterday, Zhou Heng strode up from the entrance to behind Murong Qing and hugged him full.

Murong Qing's stiff body instantly softened again. When Zhou Heng leaned over and kissed his side face, and his lips fell on the side of his neck intentionally or unintentionally, Murong Qing's heart couldn't help but thumped wildly again.

Zhou Heng lowered his eyes, gently brushed the lavender leaves with the hand on Murong Qing's waist, and asked casually: "Do you like the smell of lavender?"

Murong Qing originally liked the smell of lavender, shampoo and body lotion and even mosquito repellent incense, but he didn't grow this kind of flower, Zhou Heng knew it.

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng's eyes on the back of his hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, his lips squirmed, his voice was so hoarse, it took a lot of effort to make a single sound: "...um."

Zhou Heng kissed Murong Qing's slightly curled hair, and asked again, "What about me?"

The corners of Murong Qing's mouth twitched, his face was ugly, and his breathing was difficult: "...I like it."

"I also like the smell of lavender." Zhou Heng whispered in Murong Qing's ear, "I like you more."

Murong Qing let out a sigh of relief, so Zhou Heng asked just to express this?

That's right, his pheromone smells like lavender, how could Zhou Heng ask him such a stupid question.

A gust of wind blows through, and the faint smell of lavender leaves springs into the nose with a bit of moisture, and you can vaguely smell the unique fragrance of lavender.

This is the second day that Zhou Heng and Murong Qing's newcomers get together.

Zhou Heng is not in a hurry to know everything about Murong Qing at once, he prefers to slow down and let Murong Qing open up to him.

Nan Rui also meant the same thing.

At noon the next day, I took Murong Qing to the Zhou Dynasty Palace Hotel for lunch and tea. This time, I thoughtfully arranged a few pots of lavender in full bloom in the private room, and the whole room was full of fragrance.

After that, I went to visit Liuxiu Lake and took a boat.

After floating on the water for more than two hours, when it was dark, Zhou Heng took Murong Qing to a small nourishing beef soup shop in the ancient city to drink a bowl of beef soup.

Murong Qingyuan likes to drink the beef soup made by this old man. Fresh beef, day lily, cordyceps flower, Agaricus blazei, pickled pigeon eggs, dried green onion, and some vermicelli. It is simple but unique in taste, but I don’t have time to make it. The taste is a little bit worse when you take it back.

Zhou Heng didn't come in vain. Murong Qing, who is now amnesiac, also likes it. He ate two big bowls, plus half a plate of vegetables and a sesame seed cake.

Zhou Heng: ...

Due to the protection mechanism in the ancient city, citizens are not allowed to live here, and the flow of shops and people is also strictly controlled. The parking area is too far away and it is cold spring in March, so there are not many people after nightfall.

In addition, there are not so bright lanterns on both sides of the road to create an atmosphere. Zhou Heng and Murong Qing wore masks, and they could walk hand in hand on this quaint street swaggeringly.

Holding hands by Zhou Heng, Murong Qing walked slowly, and the red lanterns were left behind by the two at a uniform speed.

Taking advantage of Zhou Heng's inattention, he stretched out his hand to caress his stomach: Hey, I ate too much again, and I'm a little full.

In fact, he didn't eat much at first, but since he knew he was pregnant and saw the pregnancy assistant, he tried to eat as much as possible.

Nine out of ten pregnant women vomited, and counting the days, he would have nausea in a month at most.

The pregnancy assistant said that once the baby suffers from morning sickness, it is easy for the baby to be malnourished, especially if the baby is thinner. If there is no excess fat nutrition for the baby during the period, if the baby vomits heavily, the severe case will cause the baby to miscarry.

He has been in a bad mood recently, so he must be able to provide nutrition. During this period of time when there is no reaction, he will try to eat as much as possible, and raise some meat to store fat to support the baby in his stomach.

After a while, if he wants to leave here and change to a new environment, he will have to work hard. In case of acclimatization, the morning sickness will not go away.

Originally, if Zhou Heng didn't come, he was going to pick out some pregnancy vitamins yesterday. When Zhou Heng came, he was worried that he would find out the clues, so he would eat more.

As he was walking, Zhou Heng suddenly stopped, squeezed Murong Qing's hand tightly, looked at a stone statue of Emperor Qin at the corner, and said, "Do you still remember this place?"

After Zhou Heng finished speaking, he saw Murong Qing's astonished face, and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Afraid of Murong Qing's overthinking, he raised his hand and lifted the wind blowing on Murong Qing's brows to the top of his head: "One time we watched TV together and saw this promotional picture, maybe you didn't pay attention."

Murong Qing searched in his head, looked up at the stone statue and nodded, feeling a little familiar: "Yeah."

Zhou Heng silently clenched Murong Qing's hand and walked forward, a fierce light flashed in his eyes very quickly.

Four months ago, he also came here after drinking beef soup with Murong Qing. That day, Murong Qing was filming late, and the night was darker than it is now. The first snow in early winter had just melted, and there was almost no one on this street. , Murong Qing took off the down jacket hat on his head.

When he stopped, he accidentally saw the stone statue of King Qin and said: This stone statue doesn't look like it at all.

Murong Qing glanced at him, and reprimanded lightly: Don't lie.

Having seen a real person, he pursed his mouth, a little aggrieved: I mean it.

Murong Qing only said again: Don't lie.

At that time, he flirted with Murong Qing: Then you keep my mouth shut, and I won't say anything.

Murong Qing narrowed his eyes, and was about to cover his mouth with his hand. He grasped the wrist wrapped in the down jacket faster than Murong Qing, pulled Murong Qing into his arms, tilted his waist up, and bowed his head. Kiss his lips.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Murong Qing's eyes, after all, he didn't push him away, blinked his eyelashes, let him kiss with his eyes slightly lowered.

The next day, the ubiquitous paparazzi directly sent the two of them on the trending searches.

At that time, he and Murong Qing were keeping a low profile. There were rumors on the Internet that they had broken up, and they had made various vows, so this melon had been eaten for a long time.

He didn't feel satisfied when he was with his relatives, but watching the video made his blood boil. He didn't expect that Brother Qing let him kiss for a full minute that day, and during that minute, Brother Qing was standing on tiptoe, and then his legs were stretched so tired She didn't push him away, but grabbed his front and leaned against him.

He still remembered that after that kiss, Brother Qing was out of breath, unable to stand still, and his voice was sweet and seductive: more rascal.

He replied cheekily at the time: You are so good-looking, it is understandable that I am a rascal and touching.

Such a beautiful memory, but now Brother Qing can't remember it because of 'illness', he can't help but feel sad.

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng stopped suddenly, hooked Murong Qing's waist firmly, and brought him to him to hug him tightly. On the forehead, five fingers gathered his bangs and pressed them to the forehead, exerting force so that he slightly raised his head, revealing the whole fair and handsome face, and the neat curve of the sidelines slightly showing the beauty tip, he said: "I want to kiss you."