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Murong Qing felt that what he said was clear enough. He not only reminded Zhou Heng not to impulsively do things that harmed his interests, but also expressed his position without actively offending him.

After speaking, Murong Qing got up to clear the table.

Zhou Heng was so angry that he really wanted to say to Murong Qing directly: Brother Qing, listen to me, you saved a dog nine years ago, I am, ah bah, I am a wolf, you I raised me for three years, and then I had no choice but to leave you and go back to the mountains to practice. Two and a half years later, I turned into a human and came back to chase you. Although you are difficult to chase, I love you crazy. We have been together for two years now, and the relationship is very good. Love each other, and there are 18 days to get married.

Zhou Heng almost cried when he thought that he would marry Brother Qing in [-] days.

Nine words really flew out of nowhere: What the hell are these things called!

Murong Qing didn't know Zhou Heng's inner conflict between heaven and man. When he was packing up the plates and bowls indifferently and was about to enter the kitchen, he suddenly heard Zhou Heng's voice from behind him.

Zhou Heng looked like a mourning dog: "Ye what?"

Sure enough, he is a scumbag, but he is so scumbag that he doesn't even remember his fiancée's name, so he is a relatively high-level scumbag, hehe~

Murong Qing's brain froze a bit, he stopped, and his lips subconsciously replied: "Ye Yuzhen (zhen)."

Zhou Heng: "Oh."

Murong Qing blinked his eyes. He didn't know what Zhou Heng was doing, but he didn't hesitate to ask, so he went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Zhou Heng quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Nan Rui: When I met Murong Qing the day before yesterday, I had 27 days left to get married, and my partner was called

Zhou Heng paused with his fingers, and now he went to Murong Qing to ask 1 which ye which yu which zhen, would it be regarded as a psychopath?

I will.

So his last post was: When I met Murong Qing the day before yesterday, I had 27 days left to get married, and my married partner was called ye-yu-zhen.

Nan Rui quickly came back: Great, Ye Yuzhen, Ye Yuzhen, Ye Yuzhen, Ye Yuzhen, Ye Yuzhen, Ye Yuzhen, don't get dizzy, wait for me to continue...

Zhou Heng: ...

Zhou Heng thought about Murong Qing's tone of voice. Murong Qing was born as an actor. Although he lost his memory, his habit of chewing on words and sounds remained unchanged: it was probably Ye Yuzhen.

Nan Rui didn't reply again, but an hour later, he replied: Congratulations, according to the new information you provided, there is no such name in the thousands of books I have searched.

Zhou Heng and Murong Qing were sitting at one end of the sofa reading a book, and they lived in peace, but when they saw the message from Nan Rui, they became very irritable.

Zhou Heng came back and saw Murong Qing's quiet and beautiful side face, he was tangled and distressed, and when he sat down, he called softly: "Ah Qing."

After opening his mouth for a while, he saw Murong Qing looking up at him, and he said again: "Have you figured it out, do you want to travel to country A?"

He needed to relax. For the first time, he felt that the smallness of Baishan City made him depressed.

Murong Qing looked at him strangely, squeezed the heavy book in his hand, stood up from the sofa, and said, "No, Brother Heng, I..."

Subconsciously wanted to consult the man, but now there is no need, he said: "I want to go upstairs and sleep for a while."

"Ah Qing." When Murong Qing passed Zhou Heng, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Zhou Heng. He staggered and fell into Zhou Heng's arms, and was hugged tightly by Zhou Heng.

How can we open up Murong Qing's knot in a reasonable and flawless way, Zhou Heng pondered hard: "Don't keep hiding from me, I come to you at this time and I'm still here to see your face, don't you really understand?"

Murong Qing didn't look at him, didn't struggle, as if saying: What should I understand?

"I'm afraid I'll be late, and I won't see you again." What else could he do? The blind man with black eyes could just coax him, but he didn't have the confidence to coax Murong Qing to confront him. Try to avoid brushing bugs: "I admit, I have wronged you for the past three years. It's my fault. I didn't realize until you left...I like you so much."

The turmoil in Murong Qing's eyes was fleeting: "..."

The air pressure in the room dropped for a while, before Murong Qing slowly said: "I'm not wronged, Brother Heng, this is a deal between you and me, you've done everything you can to me, but just keep staying..."

"Ah Qing!" Zhou Heng suddenly grabbed Murong Qing's shoulders to prevent him from saying his rejection: "Listen to me, since I came to you at this time, I intend to treat you seriously."

He's a fake, he can't talk too much.

What if he pursued his fiancée by himself, what if he took care of other lovers besides Murong Qing, and what if he had an illegitimate child outside.

Fuck, he has never been a scumbag in his life, and if he is a scumbag, he will reach such a high level, he will be afraid of being a scumbag!

Murong Qing curled up his toes and remained silent.

"Marriage..." Zhou Heng breathed a sigh of relief, sighed again, and said the most impactful words with a helpless look: "I don't plan to get married, give me some time."

Sure enough, Murong Qing shook his body and suddenly raised his head to look at him, with a look of seeing a ghost, "Brother Heng, you..."

It was rare for Murong Qing to speak, Zhou Heng held his breath and waited for him to hesitate before speaking again, but Murong Qing's words were: "I... I'm really sleepy, I want to go upstairs and sleep for a while."

Zhou Heng stared at Murong Qing's mouth, feeling that it was a clam for a moment!

His head hurt, he held the back of Murong Qing's head, leaned over and kissed the clam.

Break open the clam shell directly, break the adhesion, stir the softest flesh of the clam with your tongue, pull and bite lightly, with a little punishment.

Murong Qing's breathing was stagnant, his body froze and he let Zhou Heng do whatever he wanted, his eyes flashed with confusion.

After the hot kiss, Murong Qing's lips and tongue were still cold, Zhou Heng frowned and parted from him, met the cold face that was so beautiful that he was dead but indifferent, he let go of the hand around his waist with a long sigh: "Go .”

A clam is still a clam.

There are still bricks on the wall of the heart.

Always add another layer of reinforcement when he is about to break.

When Murong Qing went upstairs, the blood vessels on Zhou Heng's face, which he had borne for a long time, protruded, and his whole body exuded the stench of copper.

Watching Murong Qing enter the second bedroom and close the door, he lit a cigarette, picked up his mobile phone, dialed Nan Rui's number and walked towards the gym.

As soon as Nan Rui answered the phone, he became irritable: "Tell me something, I'm reading in retreat."

The reason why Nan Rui was able to find books so quickly was not because he was a god, but because he was a demon, and he used some demon power.

Zhou Heng sat down on the Lajin seat, wearing shorts and a vest, smoking with his legs crossed. The rough guy didn't see him, so he took a puff of cigarettes and said, "Try to wake up Brother Qing directly, damn it, The people I hold so dear to my heart, now their minds are full of bullshit designs, playing with the ball."

Nan Rui's voice could tell that he was frowning at the moment: "Brother Heng, don't be impulsive!"

"Heh~" Zhou Heng sneered, "I'm about to go fucking crazy, don't be impulsive!"

"Brother Heng!" This time Nan Rui's voice was a little louder than before: "Have you played the upgrade game?"

Zhou Heng was a little angry: "Now is the time to talk about games?"

"I've played it." Nan Rui skipped over Zhou Heng and said directly: "If you want to upgrade the game, you must pass the level, otherwise you will stay in that place and that step forever."

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and listened carefully.

Nan Rui: "Actually, as early as the last time the actor's memory was tampered with, the fox and I searched for information and discussed it before you came. Brother Heng, if you forcibly reverse his memory at this time, it is not impossible, but you have to Do it well, besides the external factors such as headaches, the actor may stay in this character set forever."

Zhou Heng's finger holding the cigarette trembled, and made a final struggle: "But this time, Brother Qing doesn't have a headache."

"Maybe it's because you cooperated well." Nan Rui thought for a while: "Maybe there are other factors that we don't know about. This is unknown, but it doesn't mean he won't."

Without waiting for Zhou Heng to answer, Nan Rui also followed in silence for a while, and then said: "Brother Heng, there is always an end to clearing the game. Of course, there are many people who bugged at the beginning of the game and went to the end to enjoy the pleasure of standing on the top, but , what they lack in bug hunting is the game experience, and the actor, what is the lack, do you dare to try?"

"Fuck!" Zhou Heng's hands were already shaking uncontrollably, like sifting chaff, and he focused several times while smoking, even his lips were trembling.

He understood what Nan Rui meant. With Brother Qing's current situation, it would not be difficult for him to reverse his cognition. After all, he is a film king. Since he, the richest man in Baishan City, chased him, every bit of their Being recorded by the media, it is not difficult to make Brother Qing believe him.

The difficulty is, as Nan Rui said, perhaps the beauty of being together with Brother Qing can only be conveyed to him with words and the tip of the iceberg of the media.

If this is the case, is Brother Qing still his Brother Qing?

Yeah? !

That Murong Qing who has seen the ugliness and darkness of the entertainment industry, experienced the ups and downs, seen the prosperity and nothingness in the world, and still lives so purely.

That person who always lacks enthusiasm for people and love, who can treat fame and fortune indifferently, but always persists to the end, the person who is innocent and sincere to the point of foolishness.

That Murong Qing who obviously has him in his heart but always avoids him on the face and only accommodates him silently behind his back.

That Murong Qing who was originally indifferent and alienated, who always reprimanded him for rejecting him but couldn't help caring about him...

That Murong Qing was what he wanted.

How could he be willing.

I wish he never came back.

The smoke burns out, the ash falls from the butt, comes from the dust, melts into the dust.

A tear fell from Zhou Heng's right eye and hit the wooden floor directly.

He was reluctant.

"Clear customs?" Asked again, which also represented Zhou Heng's compromise: "What do you think customs clearance is for Brother Qing?"

"..." Nan Rui was silent for a while: "I'm also a little confused, and I probably won't know until after this customs clearance."

After a while, Nan Rui said softly, "Maybe... it's happiness?"

On the third day of Murong Qing's 'illness' again, Zhou Heng still found nothing, but he finally calmed down and observed carefully.

At night, Murong Qing still slept with his back to Zhou Heng, trying to release pheromones, and fell asleep with disappointment again after looking forward to it.

Murong Qing firmly believed that if Zhou Heng didn't bite him, he just didn't love him, after all he had already shown it so clearly.

His marriage partner is either Ye Yuzhen or someone else, after all, Zhou Heng is used to his obedient and well-behaved, let him make it flat and round.

But Ye Yuzhen is after all the eldest lady who is sought after by everyone, Zhou Heng probably came to him to find a few days of peace and happiness because he was tired of his fiancée.

Fortunately, Zhou Heng didn't force him today, probably because he was really exhausted after dealing with the unruly young lady for two years.

The next morning, Murong Qing cooked as usual, Zhou Heng worked out, and had dinner without incident, Murong Qing went upstairs to water the lavender with an excuse.

Pouring all morning.

of course not.

As soon as Murong Qing went upstairs, he sat on the swing chair and searched again. This time the swing was rocked, he wanted to make the baby in his belly comfortable.

The Omega refuge was not found again, so he was not in a hurry, after all, it would take more than two months for him to conceive, so he switched to reading the pregnancy manual, and then searched for precautions for Omega pregnancy.

Although there is no such thing as ABO at the moment, it has been rumored that the stars are getting closer and closer to the earth in recent years. People believe that in the near future, affected by the stars, human beings will be divided into five races of ABO due to survival needs. Some people will become stronger and some will become stronger. Become weaker, and even the fittest will live and the fittest will die.

Therefore, not only are ABO topics and articles popular at the moment, but even Omega Pregnancy Precautions are written like Baidu Encyclopedia, each one is more clearly written.

Murong Qing unexpectedly received all kinds of information about her pregnancy without barriers.

Zhou Heng called at 11:30 to order food. When he went upstairs, Murong Qing was diving headlong into the ocean of knowledge about pregnant women. He happened to see that pregnant women were six times more likely to die in childbirth than women. He was a little frightened. When Zhou Heng appeared in front of his eyes, he almost fell off the swing.

"Brother Qing." Looking at Murong Qing who was terrified by him, Zhou Heng's eyes sank: "What are you doing?"

Murong Qing quickly switched pages, and said with trembling lips, "Play, play zombie games."

"Oh." When I was blind, Zhou Heng curled his lips and smiled, and sat on Qianqiu and hugged Murong Qing's shoulders, and brought him into his arms: "Let me see."

It is conceivable that Murong Qing, who only clicked twice when the game opened, felt guilty: "..."

Murong Qing turned off the tablet as calmly as possible, hid the tablet behind the other butt, looked at Zhou Heng with a tilted head, and asked, "Brother Heng, don't you go to work today on Monday?"

"No." Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows: "Now, I just want to accompany you."

Murong Qing's heart couldn't help it again, he pinched the hard side of the tablet to force himself to calm down, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

The greenhouse has a complete automatic control system. When the weather is fine, the windows will open automatically, and a small wind blows in from the window. The warmth is wrapped in the refreshing mint, which makes people feel relaxed and happy for a while.

Zhou Heng slid his hand from Murong Qing's shoulder to his waist, slid his foot to the ground, and the swing chair swayed back and forth again: "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Murong Qing slightly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, revealing a fragile and sharp little Adam's apple, with a beautiful neck curve: "Well, at that time, I really didn't expect that my manager would drug me, even though I was in urgent need of money Beg him, thankfully..."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Heng seriously, the previous resistance was gone in his eyes: "Fortunately, I met you."

Zhou Heng swallowed the information quickly, and it was rare for Murong Qing to be defenseless at this moment: "But, you are not happy with me."

"No." Murong Qing blushed a little because he was eager to deny the words, lowered his head hastily, and dug his nails together: "I'm very happy with you, it's just..."

Murong Qing hesitated for a while, Zhou Heng was rarely so gentle, he wanted to repay him with sincerity, but he had more than enough energy: "Brother Heng, although I don't know why you made such a decision, but after all, you and Ms Ye I have been engaged for two years, if I break the contract rashly, it will affect the company's stock."

Zhou Heng didn't say a word, Murong Qing only thought that he heard his own words in his heart, the two of them were silent for a while, and he said: "I am very grateful that you can say that you like me, for me, this is enough."

Zhou Heng silently engraved the amount of information into his mind. When he leaned over, he half-twisted Murong Qing's body towards him, held his neck, pressed his forehead against his, and breathed intimately: "Ah Qing ,sorry."

Before the words finished, he rubbed the tip of his nose against Murong Qing's, and then sealed his lips.

This kiss was a bit like the night before, it was so wild and crazy.

The man's tongue opened his teeth brutally, drove straight in, swiped domineeringly in his mouth, sucked all the body fluid in his mouth, and swallowed everything into his stomach.

Accompanied by the blushing and beating sound of tsk-tsk water, Zhou Heng's nimble fingers lit a fire on his back like an iron.

Murong Qing felt the scorching pleasure go down his spine, burning him up. His strength was stripped by Zhou Heng, so he could only hold on to the clothes on Zhou Heng's chest helplessly, so as not to be like a broken leaf. General slip.

When Zhou Heng stopped, Murong Qing had softened into a puddle of mud, his eyes filled with tears, he suppressed his low panting, Zhou Heng's hand was still wantonly igniting his back, he almost doubted that he would be killed by Zhou Heng in the next second. Pressing down on the big stone bed a few steps away, he vented to him fiercely and viciously the desire he had been holding back for days.

But after Murong Qing panted for a while, and his breath gradually stabilized, Zhou Heng did nothing.

Zhou Heng hugged him quietly for a while, then took him downstairs for dinner.

Murong Qing was almost moved by Zhou Heng, who was pampered and quit.

During the meal, Zhou Heng sent a message to Nan Rui: Three years ago, the manager drugged Qing, met me, and then established a nurturing relationship.

Nan Rui: So vulgar, this kind of online article can be searched thousands of times, sir!

Zhou Heng: I have been engaged for two years.

Nan Rui: ..., ok.

Probably Nan Rui wanted to encourage Zhou Gou, and after a while he sent another sentence: You performed well today.

Grumpy Zhougou: I'll use your fucking praise.

I don't know if it was for revenge, but two hours later, Nan Rui sent Zhou Heng a package with the name: Clue Book.

Zhou Heng thought that his hard work had finally paid off, but when he excitedly opened the file with his fingers, he saw more than a dozen book-like files, and then swiped down, endlessly.

Zhou Heng had a headache, it must have cost hundreds of dollars.

I regret scolding Nan Rui a bit, but it is impossible for Master Heng to bow his head, except for Murong Qing.

Although ordering food, you have to clean up the table after eating, as well as a few bowls and plates and two pairs of chopsticks for your own use.

After lunch, Murong Qing got up consciously to clean up the mess. Zhou Heng watched Murong Qing enter the kitchen and watched him start washing the dishes with his back turned to him.

Zhou Heng's eyes darkened, and then he jumped onto the chair at a speed that ordinary people could not do, and then flew straight from the chair to the second floor, landing impartially at the door of Murong Qing's second bedroom.

That's right, it's flying.

Zhou Heng went upstairs and quickly pushed open the door of Murong Qing's room, walked into the second bedroom, and saw the tablet lying on Murong Qing's bed, he hooked his fingers, and the tablet jumped into his palm.

After turning on the switch and proficiently finding the program record, he opened the search page and checked the browsing history.

Just as he thought, Murong Qing cleared the browsing history, not only that, but also restored the initial search system, which shows that he is cautious.

Zhou Heng took out his mobile phone, and at a speed beyond the reach of hackers, he activated the hidden remote operation on the mobile phone and tablet.

Then, he closed the tablet, put it back in place, and left the bedroom with his phone.

When Murong Qing came out after washing the dishes, Zhou Henghao sat at the dining table and played with his mobile phone in his spare time, as if he never left.

After embarrassing each other downstairs for a while, Murong Qing proposed to go upstairs to rest. Zhou Heng nodded and watched Murong Qing go upstairs. He waited hopefully to explore Murong Qing's secret, but...

Murong Qing really went upstairs to sleep.

Zhou Heng was slightly disappointed. He lay on the massage chair and opened the thousands of books that Nan Rui had sent him. His eyes were dazed when he saw the rows of serial numbers that had been photographed in order.

I don't know how long I've been reading it, but I haven't finished half of the book anyway, so Zhou Heng leaned on the sofa and fell asleep melancholy.

The turning point of the matter came after dinner, when Murong Qing went upstairs to take a bath with an excuse.

This time Murong Qing turned on the tablet as soon as he went upstairs.

Zhou Heng stared at the phone, holding his breath, and when his eyes almost popped out, the tablet finally turned on, and then he saw Murong Qing directly click on the search.

Then in the search box, input word by word without hesitation: the best and most expensive vitamins during pregnancy.