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Zhou Heng said gentle words and did gentle things.

After his fiery lips covered Murong Qing's lips, it was like a feather sliding back and forth on his lips, because it was too soft, it made Murong Qing itchy unbearably.

Murong Qing hummed dissatisfied, Zhou Heng left his lips with a smile, and slid from the corners of his lips and cheeks to his ears: "Ah Qing, is this gentle enough?"

"Yes, no need..." Murong Qing was not fainted by the kiss, but was fainted by the teasing. Zhou Heng's lips touched his sensitive earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, which made him breathe faster: "It's too gentle."

"Hahaha." Zhou Heng couldn't help laughing out loud. He took a step back and squeezed the tip of Murong Qing's chin: "Why are you so cute?" My brother Qing.

Only then did Murong Qing realize what good deeds he had done, and quickly blushed and lowered his head to hide.

"Okay." Zhou Heng rubbed his soft hair and retracted his hand, put the tablet aside, and put the porridge bowl in front of him: "You have some porridge first, the fish is stewed, I'll bring it to you right away."

After speaking, Zhou Heng left quickly.

After a while, Zhou Heng brought the steamed sea bass to the table, and went into the kitchen to fry the last broccoli.

Murong Qing's original taste is not heavy. Although he is not a vegetarian, he prefers vegetarian food. When he lost his memory last time, his taste basically remained the same. This time because of his 'pregnancy', his taste is much lighter, not to mention meat.

In particular, I didn't eat much seafood before, but now I order fish early in the morning.

All because of pregnancy.

He can be called the best father in Baishan City.

When Zhou Heng brought the broccoli to the table, No. [-] Best Dad had already eaten half of the fish. He blushed in embarrassment when he saw him coming, and withdrew his hand that was about to pick up the fish.

"Chirp~" Zhou Heng put down the broccoli, leaned over the table and kissed Murong Qing's forehead. He was so tired: "The fish is yours, I don't like it."

After finishing speaking, when Zhou Heng got up, he pushed all the dishes in front of Murong Qing, and sat down to peel the boiled eggs for him.

At the end of breakfast, Murong Qing cooked an eight taels of perch, leaving only the fish head and bones, a bowl of porridge, two and a half dishes, two boiled eggs, and five small steamed buns.

Zhou Heng was panicking for him looking at it, but well, just after confessing his love to someone, he couldn't think that he was eating too much the next moment.

So he watched Murong Qing support his brother Qing's belly again.

After the meal, Murong Qing asked to wash the dishes, but Zhou Heng didn't stop him, thinking that it's always good to exercise to eliminate food.

Zhou Heng finished wiping the table and had nothing to do. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and scanned the chat records with Nan Rui twice. After making sure that the other party had not received any new messages, he went to the kitchen door and leaned against the door to stare at Murong Qingwei Gong's waist. back.

At this moment, Murong Qing had an apron tied around his waist again, and the perfect bow tied around his waist and eyes fluttered with his movements of washing dishes, like the wings of a flying butterfly.

What is even more eye-catching is that the strands under the same frequency as the butterfly wings are very round even under the cover of the cloth. Because of Murong Qing's upper body bending forward, the arc is more protruding, causing trouble Favor picks.

Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling hot in his eye sockets.

The last time Brother Qing lost his memory, he did make a confession because Brother Qing was made to cry by a nightmare, and he never wanted Brother Qing again.

He felt that the thinking that didn't belong to Brother Qing was occupied, and he wanted Brother Qing to be deviant and intrusive, but getting along day and night this day was really soft and sweet, and he felt like he was about to be suffocated to death.

No wonder people say that being a ghost under the peony flower is also romantic, and it is better to be a ghost under the flower than Liu Xiahui.

Zhou Heng, who has been Liu Xiahui for too long, wants to be Hua Xiahui again.

When Murong Qing finished washing the dishes, he turned around to put the bowl back in place, and saw Zhou Heng leaning against the door. He slipped his hand, and with a slap, the porcelain bowl hit the stainless steel bowl rack. He quickly took a breath and put the bowl back. put away.

Murong Qing who put the bowl was shaking slightly.

Now the love has been expressed, the meal is finished, the dishes have been washed, and the surrounding air feels a little ambiguous. As he puts the last bowl in the bowl rack and closes the basket, the air becomes more and more ambiguous. Viscous, making it difficult to breathe.

"Brother Heng..." As soon as Murong Qing turned around and opened his mouth, he ran into Zhou Heng's arms.

Zhou Heng took a towel and wiped off Murong Qing's water-stained fingers one by one, and then wrapped his hands around behind him.

Murong Qing shyly lowered her eyes, raised her hand and gently placed it on Zhou Heng's chest, her breathing became disordered, until Zhou Heng untied the strap of his apron, distanced himself from him, and took the apron off him, Murong Qing finally let out a sigh of relief. Taking a breath, he moved his hands awkwardly and took a step back.

Zhou Heng put the apron on the hook on the wall, looked at the shy Murong Qing who was still standing in the distance, couldn't help but chuckled and went out to hug him again.

Murong Qing was lifted up by the breath sprayed on his forehead by Zhou Heng. His legs and feet softened, and he wanted to fall into Zhou Heng's arms, but Zhou Heng put his big hand on his stomach: "It's hard to fill my stomach with so many things early in the morning. uncomfortable?"

Murong Qing's eyes widened suddenly, no way!

Then Murong Qing subconsciously took a step back, and this time his butt touched the glass platform.

He just ate so much in his stomach, and Zhou Heng's is so big, if he really wants to do it now, the upper and lower sides will squeeze his uterus, and the child will not be able to bear it.

"Yes, a little bit."

As soon as Murong Qing opened his mouth, Zhou Heng didn't think about it any more, thinking that touching his stomach made him uncomfortable, so he put down his hands, hugged him and left the kitchen.

Zhou Heng thoughtfully said: "Walk to digest food, don't sit down yet."

Murong Qing whispered, "Okay, then... I'll go upstairs and water the flowers."

Being sticky, Zhou Heng was not willing to let go, and went upstairs with his arms directly: "I will accompany you."

Once upstairs, Zhou Heng sat on the swing, while Murong Qing sprayed the flowers back and forth. The greenhouse has a self-watering system, so he just sprinkled water on the flowers and leaves.

At 08:30 in spring, the sun is just right.

Zhou Hengwei sat on the swing with his legs arched, and the swing swayed gently. He put his hands lightly in front of him, and stared at Murong Qing's direction.

Murong Qing looked up occasionally, and the two looked at each other and smiled, one was really happy, the other was a little shy.

This was Zhou Heng's first time getting along with Murong Qing who had lost his memory, and he could also feel the happiness that filled his heart when he was with Brother Qing.

The greenhouse is not small, and it was already an hour after Murong Qing watered all the plants.

He gently put down the watering can in his hand, raised his head and met Zhou Heng's deep gaze, he shook hands with some helplessness, and then walked towards Zhou Heng.

Standing two steps away from Zhou Heng, Murong Qing cautiously asked with downcast eyes: "Can I prune camellias, I have learned it before."

In Murong Qing's memory, the gardener was regularly invited to clean up here before, and there was no chance for him to intervene.

"Of course." Zhou Heng stabilized the swing, looked up at him with a light smile and said, "You are the owner of this place. As I said, I don't need my consent for this kind of thing."

"Thank you." Murong Qing's eyebrows and eyes were frowned, and his face was eager to try: "Then I'll go get the scissors."

"Ah Qing." Murong Qing was about to turn around when Zhou Heng grabbed his wrist suddenly: "What's the rush, rest first."

With that said, Zhou Heng pulled Murong Qing in front of him, between his legs, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead: "Look at you, you're all sweating."

After wiping off Murong Qing's sweat, Zhou Heng pulled him to sit next to him, wrapped his right hand around him from behind, kicked his feet, and the swing started to swing again.

Zhou Heng turned his head to look at Murong Qing, who lowered his eyes shyly, even so, the atmosphere was warm and not awkward.

The spring breeze skimmed over the lush green leaves, and went around the two of them to gently caress their faces. Murong Qing's slightly long hair was gently blown to the end of his eyes by the wind. Zhou Heng turned his entire upper body around and brushed away the naughty messy hair with his left hand. , the forehead is offset against his forehead: "the hair is already so long, time flies so fast."

"Mmm." Murong Qing's eyes turned sour instantly: "It's been... three years."

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng just opened his mouth when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

He looked down subconsciously, his forehead moved away from Murong Qing's, but he didn't intend to answer.

Murong Qing held his breath, the phone rang for two seconds, and soon it started chattering again.

This time Murong Qing made a gesture to get up: "I, I'm going to cut the flower branches."

"No rush." ​​Zhou Heng's waist was gripped even tighter. Zhou Heng took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket. The caller was the vice president of the company. He was a little disappointed. He thought it was Nan Rui.

After picking up the phone, the other person said anxiously: "Boss, today is the decision-making meeting for opening the real estate branch in Qizhou City, won't you come over?"

Zhou Heng replied lightly: "No."

The other party lowered his voice and said again: "But, these old guys are obviously profitable, if through the stocks in their hands..."

Zhou Heng said: "You will preside over the meeting, don't care about the number of votes for now, I will go to the company in two days."

The other party was a little anxious, and his voice became louder: "But once the branch is established, it will cause great losses to the company."

Zhou Heng said coldly: "Listen to me, I have my own measure!"

The other party wanted to say something, but Zhou Heng hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Heng saw Nan Lin's missed call. He thought it was Nan Rui's call at first glance, but when he was about to get excited, he saw that it was Nan Lin. He immediately locked his eyebrows and turned off the phone screen.

Murong Qing, who didn't hear the whole content, but heard the word "stock" looked at him with some anxiety: "Brother Heng, you don't have to accompany me, if there is something wrong with the company..."

"Hush." ​​Zhou Heng threw his phone to the side of the swing chair, and put his finger on Murong Qing's lips: "I said, nothing is as important as your coming."

Murong Qing's nose suddenly turned sour, and his eyes blurred unexpectedly.

Going around.

What he wanted most, what he was greedy for, was nothing more than a sweet talk.

As for whether Zhou Heng would marry him or not, it didn't seem to be that important anymore.

In a relationship, the one who loses will always be the one who falls in love first, no matter what time it is, it is an eternal truth.

"Brother Heng." Murong Qing clenched his palms tightly, pinching his nails into the flesh of his palms, trembling his lips, forcing himself to digest the tears in his eyes, then looked up at Zhou Heng seriously, and said, "You don't have to cancel the wedding, I'm willing too." , have been staying here waiting for you."

Zhou Heng's pupils shrank for a while, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Fool! !

Fools are the most innocent, but in real society, fools are always let down.

"Really?" Zhou Heng smiled helplessly, got up and carried him off the slightly narrow swing, strode to the big stone bed, put Murong Qing down, and sat down.

She held his hand, bent her knees slowly, landed on her right knee, and knelt down in front of him.

Murong Qing, who was originally dodging his gaze, was really frightened when he heard the thud, and when he closed his eyes and saw Zhou Heng's knee was actually touching the ground, he looked extremely flustered: "Heng, Brother Heng, you... ..."

Murong Qing's tears fell down in big drops: "What are you doing, I..."

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's face: "Don't cry, listen to me."

"Don't..." Murong Qing was very flustered: "Don't do this, I'm not worth it."

Zhou Heng wiped away the tears from Murong Qing's face. Murong Qing was too excited and didn't give Zhou Heng a chance to speak. He wanted to stand up and Zhou Heng held his waist, he wanted to pull Zhou Heng up, and Zhou Heng held his hand and kissed him on the lips.

"Woo..." Murong Qing whimpered and cried: "Don't be like this, brother Heng, get up, woo... I won't fight with you anymore, I know that my status is not worthy of you, I should have known this a long time ago How much loss it will bring you if you are forced, I will stop making trouble, and I will listen to you in everything."

"Ah Qing, listen to me!" Zhou Heng spoke again, his tone a little more serious, until Murong Qing pursed his lower lip and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "First, regretting the marriage will not cause me too much loss, and second , I regret the marriage not because of you, but because of myself."

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng in a daze, blinked his eyes, and squeezed out another tear.

"Before, I didn't treat you well because you always belonged to me, so that I ignored my feelings for you." Zhou Heng said sincerely, how many times he courted Brother Qing, but was rejected by Brother Qing How many times has he flinched and hesitated? How could anyone with a heart think that if he tampered with Brother Qing's memory, he would lose Brother Qing's heart. How stupid: "Now, I can see my heart clearly. I need you, I like you, I love you, so the person I marry must be you, if the person who stays with me day and night is not the one I love, so what if I have money, I will not be happy !"

Murong Qing's lips trembled again and again, and he looked at Zhou Heng repeatedly: "Brother Heng..."

The previous Zhou Heng had always been a profit-heavy businessman, he never believed that this person would be romantic and fall in love, even if the other party was Ye Yuzhen.

"Ah Qing, although I haven't prepared any flowers or a diamond ring right now." Zhou Heng raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Murong Qing's eyes: "But, I have a sincere heart that loves you, are you willing to marry me?"

"Woo..." The little face that had just been wiped clean was covered by tears again. Murong Qing's tears fell one by one like strings of beads: "I am willing, brother Heng, woo... I am willing." .”

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