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After walking the two ancient streets, it became colder after ten o'clock in the spring night, so Zhou Heng and Murong Qing returned.

This time when he got home, Murong Qing was even more trembling. According to past experience, it was unexpected that Zhou Heng didn't touch him last night. He didn't think Zhou Heng would let him go again tonight.

Zhou Heng himself is also distracted, if Brother Qing is willing, he really wants to rub against and be gentle.

Looking at him day and night and hugging him day and night, his heart, liver and lungs ached.

Probably because his mind was impure, Zhou Heng always felt that Murong Qing's current state was suitable for being hugged and nourished by him.

When the body is refreshed, it is easy to open up to him.

Love is made, and sometimes it makes sense, especially for men. +﹏+

However, Murong Qing at this time really doesn't want to be loved by him, no matter in heart or body.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Heng changed his shoes. After Murong Qing helped him arrange the shoes, he took the opportunity to sneak away: "Brother Heng, if there is nothing else, I'll go up and take a shower first."

Zhou Heng glanced over Murong Qing's face in obscurity, and nodded calmly, "Yes."

Once approved, Murong Qing went upstairs as if fleeing.

After watching Murong Qing go upstairs, Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked to the restaurant, opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of milk.

Murong Qing has been eating a lot lately, it's already past ten o'clock, and he is afraid that he will feel hungry soon.

Even psychologically.

After heating up the milk, Zhou Heng carried it upstairs, put it on the tea table after entering the bedroom, and went to take a bath.

After ten minutes, Zhou Heng took a shower and turned on his phone.

Murong Qing in the second bedroom was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find things. Tonight Murong Qing was wearing a conservative pajama suit with long pants and short sleeves. After searching for a while, he scanned the entire room, and finally his eyes fell on the desk where Zhou Heng put his probe.

Zhou Heng's heart tightened, and he saw Murong Qing look away, lowered his eyebrows, turned over and got on the bed.

Sure enough, there was a book by Murong Qing's bed, and it was indeed a book about stock trading, but it was brought by Murong Qing before.

I saw him sitting on the bedside, picked up the book and opened two pages, raised his eyes and stared at the direction of the bedroom door for a while, then turned on the desk lamp and turned off the ceiling lamp, and started to read the book.

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows. Does this person plan to come and report tonight?

After thinking about it, Zhou Heng decided to invite someone in person.

The door of Murong Qing's room was unlocked, so Zhou Heng knocked twice, then pushed the door open and walked in. Almost as soon as Murong Qing heard the sound, he immediately put down the book, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When his feet hit the ground, he staggered because of panic. If Zhou Heng hadn't supported him, he would have bumped into the bedside table.

Zhou Heng ran so fast that Murong Qing hardly saw how fast Zhou Heng came to him.

Murong Qing was carried into Zhou Heng's arms. Zhou Heng, who was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, felt his chest burn, making his body stiff and difficult to breathe.

"You..." Zhou Heng just opened his mouth to speak, but Murong Qing interrupted him very quickly, as if he didn't mean it: "Brother Heng, have you seen my phone?"

"..." Zhou Heng was a little helpless. He was about to become an expert at fixing bugs: "When I came yesterday, I sat on the sofa and found your mobile phone. It was crushed, so I asked Lin Yao to take it and repair it."

Murong Qing immediately tensed up. He tried hard but couldn't remember where he put his cell phone before going to bed the night before. In fact, he wanted to ask yesterday, but there was a secret in his cell phone. He was afraid that his anxious performance would cause Zhou Heng Suspect.

However, he took a peek at Zhou Heng and saw that Zhou Heng didn't seem to know the secret, so he clenched his fists and slowed down his breathing: "I, I know."

"Let's go." Zhou Heng held his hand: "Go to my room."

Murong Qing's breathing quickened after he had just calmed down, but he could only follow Zhou Heng out of the bedroom mechanically.

As soon as he entered the master bedroom, Zhou Heng closed the door, pulled Murong Qing's legs around his waist, pressed the back of his head with his right hand, and began to kiss him.

The lips and teeth intertwined, the saliva blended, and the breath of the two people mixed together, no matter how you looked at it, they were so intimate.

The second-rate teacher on the Internet makes people open their hearts, and the first-rate teacher makes people open their legs.

Zhou Heng decided to give it a try, he planned to please Murong Qing's body first, but he softened Murong Qing's legs, and the moment he pushed him onto the bed, Murong Qing raised his legs against him with the last bit of strength underbelly.

!!!

Zhou Heng's scalp tingled. Fortunately, the 'sick' Murong Qing would not use force against him, but a cold sweat broke out on his back at that moment.

"I, I..." Murong Qing also twisted his face to the side, avoiding Zhou Heng's hot kiss, he blushed and panted and said in a low voice: "I just washed there just now, just to do...that...expanding Time accidentally hurt, tonight...I'm afraid it's..."

"Are you hurt?" As soon as he heard that Murong Qing was hurt, Zhou Heng's aroused desire instantly extinguished. He got up from Murong Qing, knelt down beside him, and said anxiously: "Where is it hurt..."

Halfway through the question, Zhou Heng came to his senses and gasped for breath: "Is it hurt...inside?"

"...Mmm." Murong Qing looked as if he wanted to scratch a hole in the bed, let go of his tightly clenched lips and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I spoiled your interest."

"It's okay." Zhou Heng's voice became hoarse, and he grabbed Murong Qing's leg to pull his pants: "Let me see how it is?"

"Don't, don't..." Murong Qing kicked Zhou Heng's hand away in fright, and shrank back suddenly. His slender body was able to shrink into a small ball against the head of the bed. His lips trembled and he cried: "No, no, please tonight..."

"..." Zhou Heng held his empty hands in mid-air, he didn't expect Murong Qing to react so strongly: "Okay, don't cry, I just don't want to look at it."

"I'm sorry." Murong Qing buried his head on his lap. This nonsense excuse made him very ashamed, but he couldn't help it. After all, Zhou Heng never let him go during the two days of pain after he was in heat. I really don't know what excuse to make: "I'm really... hurt."

"Don't be afraid." Zhou Heng put down his hand, and his voice was as gentle as possible: "I just want to see your wound and apply some medicine to you."

"No, no need." Murong Qing gritted his teeth: "I, I have dealt with it myself."

Only then did Zhou Heng realize later that he didn't want him to touch this person.

Zhou Heng no longer insisted, got up and walked to the tea table, and brought the milk: "Drink the milk, the temperature is just right."

It took Murong Qing a while to relax his body, he lowered his head to take the ceramic cup, and carefully held it to finish drinking the whole cup.

While drinking, he thought that the baby in his belly needed this glass of milk. After he finished drinking, he calmed down a lot. When he was about to get out of bed to put the cup, Zhou Heng had already thoughtfully removed the empty cup from his hand.

Zhou Heng casually put the cup on the bedside table, took out a tablet from the drawer and handed it to Murong Qing: "Your mobile phone is being repaired, if you are bored, you can play this first. If you need to call a friend, use my mobile phone."

Murong Qing was stunned and took the tablet: "Thank you."

Zhou Heng squinted at Murong Qing's white fingers that were holding onto the black tablet, swallowed his saliva, and felt a little dissatisfied with Murong Qing's sexual desire for not being allowed to touch it.

He turned on the desk lamp, turned off the ceiling lamp and got on the bed, Murong Qing moved outside.

Murong Qing turned on the tablet, and Zhou Heng watched him slide his finger on the screen a few times before turning it off without clicking anything.

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, "If you are sleepy, go to bed early."

He has set up the tablet, and any information about the names of Murong Qing and Zhou Heng will not appear on it.

After the room was dark, after a while, Zhou Heng still couldn't help turning over, hugging Murong Qing in his arms, and smelling the mint fragrance on his body, he felt that he came back to life.

Murong Qing's body was stiff, he was lying flat, at this moment Zhou Heng hugged him sideways, his lips were right next to his ear, his breath sprayed on the tip of his ear, it was so warm, so warm and seductive.

"Ah Qing." When Zhou Heng spoke, his lips brushed against Murong Qing's ear, "How long have we been together, can you remember?"

The air was silent for a long time, and just when Zhou Heng felt that Murong Qing would not answer, Murong Qing said softly: "Three years and one month." Twelve days.

Zhou Heng's mind was running fast, and he chose a safe teasing method. He sneered, as if laughing at his own absurdity: "Oh, looking back, these three years were actually the happiest time of my life."

Murong Qing trembled all over, his chest was aching, and his fingers gripping the quilt twitched a little.

In just two days, why did Zhou Heng seem to be a different person? What exactly... does he want?

"Ah Qing, do you know why I came yesterday?" Zhou Heng closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes for a flash of silver, he watched Murong Qing's long eyelashes trembling in the dark: "I dreamed that I lost you the night before." It's like someone slashed my heart, it really hurts, so I couldn't help but come to you without even going to the company."

"!!!" I couldn't believe that Zhou Heng would say such words to him, words that were more beautiful than love words, for a moment, Murong Qing also felt like his heart had been stabbed, the pain was unbearable, he suddenly opened his eyes , did not speak.

"You say I'm rational," Zhou Heng smiled lightly and brushed Murong Qing's hair: "I think my greatest rationality is that I came to look for you yesterday. Although I didn't know it, it was too late."

The person who said it didn't know what "too late" refers to, but the person who heard it must know.

But Murong Qing said in his heart: It's too late.

Do you want him to tell Zhou Heng that I'm pregnant right after Zhou Heng's wedding? Hehe, it's ridiculous to think about it.

Maybe Zhou Heng really fell in love with him. After all, in the past three years, no matter whether he thought it was troublesome or dirty, he was indeed the only one.

But it is also a fact that he is about to marry someone else.

Now, Zhou Heng gave in, but it was because he himself set the rule that marriage would be divided, but now he has regretted it. He is going to get married, but he is unwilling to let him go.

Zhou Heng is not an arrogant and unreasonable person, so he kept him with gentleness.

However, Murong Qing had to pay the price for his tenderness.

Therefore, he dared not accept it.

It is undeniable that if Zhou Heng did not keep him, he would not be so sad.

Fingers down quietly, Murong Qing caressed his stomach, as if he could feel that there was a little life there, beating at the same frequency as his heart.

It's too much, do you want to force him to make a choice at this time?

At such a time, what choice should he be forced to make!

It's too much! ! !

Murong Qing's eye sockets were sore and swollen, and finally his shoulders moved slowly, and the head resting on Zhou Heng's arm turned slightly for half a circle, leaving Zhou Heng the most vulnerable place belonging to Omega, sinking into the dantian, and trying to release the pheromone , but because of his pregnancy, his pheromone breath was too weak.

One second, two seconds... ten seconds... 20 seconds... one minute.

Except for Zhou Heng's breath spraying on his glands, nothing happened.

He is just a fool, a fool who thinks that the mistress is the mistress for a while, but he can't even get the temporary mark.

For a moment, Murong Qing's eyes were shattered and intense, and from now on, no matter what Zhou Heng said, he would no longer believe and be emotional.

Murong Qing closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, he moved up very quickly, letting the tear fall on the pillow without wetting Zhou Heng's arm.

Zhou Heng, who was behind him, stared at the back of Murong Qing's head with scorching eyes, his face became more and more serious.

He said it so clearly, but Murong Qing didn't say a word, Zhou Heng almost suspected that this persona didn't like him at all.

He couldn't help guessing that Murong Qing had no choice but to make a deal with "him", but "he" only regarded Murong Qing as an object to satisfy his desires, and at the same time made friends with others, and may have even proposed to let him go. If Murong Qing leaves.

If it is really in such an embarrassing situation, it will be more than a little bit more difficult to capture this character set than the previous one.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng became a little anxious.

It seems that he was wrong in his previous idea of ​​not rushing and taking the time to attack slowly. The most important thing now is to find out the book corresponding to Murong Qing's current personality as soon as possible.