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Murong Qing was so moved by Zhou Heng, he said two times that he was willing, and cried and pulled Zhou Heng who was kneeling on the ground, asking him to get up: "Brother Heng, get up quickly, I am willing..."

Unable to pull Zhou Heng, Murong Qing became even more anxious and incoherent: "Woo, don't be like this... I've never been so happy... Thank you..."

Zhou Heng slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled at Murong Qing, loving him very much: "If you don't cry, I'll get up."

As soon as Zhou Heng finished speaking, Murong Qing's nose was sore again, but when he realized that his tears could not stop, he raised his arms and hugged Zhou Heng's neck, and buried his face in Zhou Heng's side neck : "Get up, hug me, hug me~"

Zhou Heng was dumbfounded for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud. When his knees were off the ground, he hugged Murong Qing tightly into his arms, and said softly, "You really know how to act like a baby."

After standing up from the ground, Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's face in his hands, and gently wiped away the tears on his face with his fingertips.

After wiping away the tears, a hot kiss is naturally indispensable in such an ambiguous atmosphere.

Breathing and blending, Zhou Heng pushed Murong Qing's loose lips and teeth away at the moment of love, and his tongue invaded his mouth, deeply entangled with it, plundering him and giving him at the same time.

At this moment, the two people who were immersed in their passion had already forgotten everything around them, and only had each other in their eyes.

DID DANG DID DANG DID DANG.

The mobile phone that Zhou Heng left on the swing rang again and again. The neglected voice witnessed their mutual love in the warm spring breeze.

At some point, Murong Qing was pushed to the center of the big bed by Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng's thick and tall body pressed on top of him, and his lips slipped from his lips to his neck.

Murong Qing grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and stopped breathing. Apart from Zhou Heng's lips rubbing against his neck, all his attention was also scattered on his stomach.

He was afraid that Zhou Heng would suddenly press down on his stomach.

Zhou Heng is so heavy.

However, he wanted it too much, he was emotional.

He could feel the shameful slime beneath him.

"Brother Heng, Brother Heng..." Murong Qing groaned, but did not say the words of rejection: "Brother Heng... woo..."

Suddenly, he smelled the strong smell of pheromones from Zhou Heng's body, the cool but refreshing mint smell: "Brother Heng..."

Zhou Heng supported Murong Qing's sides, completely enveloping him between his chest and the bed, his eyes were so dark that they were about to bleed.

At this moment, Brother Qing was too alluring, his attitude of catering to him and looking forward to him made him almost go crazy.

Zhou Heng decided to make a move after he hadn't been engaged in the battle between heaven and man for too long.

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng's lips left Murong Qing's chin, and both of them sighed in dissatisfaction: "Can I have you?"

"..." Murong Qing felt ashamed, "But, can you be lighter?"

Zhou Heng looked at him with fiery eyes: "Yes."

"But..." Murong Qing, who was under Zhou Heng, frowned, took a breath, and made a small request: "Yes, can I not use this posture?"

The worry in Murong Qing's eyes couldn't fool anyone, Zhou Heng raised the corners of his lips, showing a bit of a bad look: "Oh, what pose does Ah Qing want to use?"

The corners of Murong Qing's eyes were still moist, and his eyelashes trembled to the extreme, as if he was about to collapse if he pushed her a little further, he said in embarrassment, "I... I... I'm fine."

DID DANG DID DANG DID DANG.

After this stop, Zhou Heng heard the notification tone of the mobile phone.

Just for a second, he calmed down.

It's not the time yet, he has to endure it.

"Ah Qing is really difficult to serve." Zhou Heng's index finger gently scratched Murong Qing's side face, leaving a scorching streak from the brow bone down to the chin, and his tone was teasing: "Don't use this posture, Don't tell me how to come."

Murong Qing turned his head to one side as if trying to avoid it, as if he was going to bury it in the bed.

"Okay." Zhou Heng's eyes completely recovered, he lowered his head and kissed Murong Qing's lips: "I won't tease you anymore, I won't touch you until you completely trust me."

Immediately, Zhou Heng got up, pulled Murong Qing up from the bed, then hugged him into his arms, and sat on the stone at the head of the bed.

Being let off by Zhou Heng suddenly, Murong Qing couldn't say whether he was mostly disappointed or glad, but he was still in the man's arms, which didn't make him insecure.

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng gently stroked Murong Qing's soft hair, which seemed to ease the fire between the two of them: "I think about it, we will hold a wedding next month."

Murong Qing, who was leaning against Zhou Heng's arms, froze, but he was still very happy. After a while, he said shyly, "I'll listen to Brother Heng."

The matter of marriage was so casually decided by Zhou Heng alone.

Regardless of whether Brother Qing's memory can be recovered after a month, he will marry someone. It is already bad enough for him to have a problem when he is about to get married. If even the marriage is ruined, he really can't stand it .

If there is still time, it would be best to set it on the day when he and Brother Qing were supposed to get married.

But there are only... fifteen days left.

I'm afraid it's hanging.

Ahhhhh!

The wedding he was thinking of!

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng said, "The wedding will be held at Zhou's International Restaurant. What's Ah Qing's favorite flower, lavender? I'll ask someone to decorate the venue properly."

Murong Qing blinked her eyes, she was completely limp in Zhou Heng's arms, her eyes were full of broken stars, and she was obviously full of anticipation for the wedding: "As long as it is a gift from Brother Heng, I like it."

"Okay." Zhou Heng couldn't be more satisfied with the obedient Murong Qing: "Then I'll let someone design a wedding plan, and then you can take a look and talk about what you need."

A smile appeared on Murong Qing's face: "Yes."

Then, Zhou Heng talked about matters such as counting the date of the wedding and choosing a dress, and the sun turned overhead before he knew it.

As noon approached, Zhou Heng proposed to go out for dinner, and Murong Qing naturally would not refuse.

After going downstairs, Zhou Heng went to the second bedroom to personally pick out a set of clothes for Murong Qing. It was an expensive casual outfit, white with a few red stripes, moderate thickness and suitable for the current weather. The style was simple and elegant, especially the material was very soft.

I originally wanted to wear a formal dress, but I had no choice but to let my wife get pregnant.

After finding clothes for Murong Qing, Zhou Heng kissed him before returning to the master bedroom.

When Murong Qing changed his clothes and went out, Zhou Heng who moved faster than him was already waiting for him at the door. Zhou Heng was also wearing white casual clothes with black stripes.

Murong Qing looked down at his body suspiciously, only to realize that Zhou Heng and him were wearing couple outfits.

Murong Qing's face turned red again.

Go downstairs and get in the car, Murong Qing sits in the co-pilot, Zhou Heng sits in the driver's seat.

After starting the car, Zhou Heng took Murong Qing's left hand with his right hand, kissed the back of his hand, put his hand on his right leg, and did not let go until he got out of the car.

This time Zhou Heng did not take Murong Qing to the previous Zhou Dynasty Wangfu Hotel, but to a restaurant opened by a friend at the foot of the mountain in the suburbs. There are ecological restaurants and holiday villas.

When Zhou Heng and Murong Qing arrived, it was almost a little closer, and the traffic at the door was not too heavy. Apart from the four guests standing at the door, Zhou Heng's friend Zhou Wenyao also greeted them.

Zhou Wenyao reserved the parking space closest to the entrance of the restaurant for Zhou Heng. As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Wenyao walked over quickly.

"Brother Heng." Zhou Wenyao wore a luxurious Brioni suit and Berluti handmade leather shoes. He looked extremely expensive, but he was very respectful to Zhou Heng, and even bent over formally.

Zhou Heng nodded to him, and quickly walked around the front of the car. Zhou Wenyao had already opened the door for Murong Qing in the co-pilot: "Hi, Murong Ying...ah, you are Murong Qing, right?"

Zhou Wenyao almost said the wrong thing and bit his tongue because of the brakes, so he glanced at Zhou Heng with a sneer, for fear of making Zhou Heng angry.

After getting out of the car, Murong Qing stood by the door, not daring to go forward, and said shyly, "Hello."

Zhou Heng grabbed Zhou Wenyao's shoulders and pulled him aside, put his arms around Murong Qing and took a step forward, closed the car door and locked the car, "Ah Qing, this is my hair boy Zhou Wenyao I told you about."

Zhou Wenyao was overwhelmed by the flattery, how could he have the ability to be a child with his ancestor who lived for more than 2000 years, so he hurriedly invited people in.

Zhou Heng held Murong Qing in his arms and strode into the restaurant under the leadership of Zhou Wenyao. The restaurant listened to the perfume pavilion, and the environment was elegant, just like an indoor forest.

Zhou Wenyao led Zhou Heng and Murong Qing into a high-V dining area. All the guests here have been explained in advance, and they are all from the upper class. The quality is also slightly higher, and every table is covered with tall green plants block.

Even so, there were still quite a few guests who left the dining table early and headed towards the corridor in order to see the actor, just to see the actor's demeanor.

Murong Qing was ashamed to be looked at by others, but Zhou Heng didn't feel it was enough. When he walked to the small fountain in the middle, he paused, kissed Murong Qing on the face, and waved proudly at the people who were peeping: "Hello everyone, this is my lover Murong Qing, okay, let's eat, let's eat, Ah Qing is very hungry, I feel sorry for your idol."

The people who were eager to come forward to ask for autographs immediately retreated with smiles.

When Murong Qing heard someone calling Murong Movie King, he didn't think too much about it. After all, he was considered a young actor who had been in the industry. If someone complimented him, he didn't think too much. He followed Zhou Heng to an independent room on the second floor. small room.

After sitting down, Zhou Wenyao personally handed over the tablet menu, and Zhou Heng asked Murong Qing to order. The 'pregnant' actor has a good appetite.

Carrots became vitamin A in his eyes, and he chose a pork ribs corn carrot soup.

Green vegetables turned into vitamin C in his eyes, and he chose soya bean oil barley vegetables.

Beans turned into protein in his eyes, and he chose crispy tofu.

Seafood turned into calcium in his eyes, so he chose fish and chestnut shrimp.

I also chose pumpkin millet red date porridge and mushroom chicken soup.

After choosing the dishes, Murong Qing realized that the dishes he had ordered were a bit too much. He quickly ticked off the chicken soup and ordered again. He looked up at Zhou Heng's face: "Brother Heng, I, I seem to have ordered too much."

As he said that, he was going to draw back.

Although Zhou Wenyao had been told by Zhou Heng in advance, his expression changed a little when he heard Murong Qing call Zhou Heng brother so skillfully.

"Not many, and they are all my favorite dishes." Zhou Heng took the tablet in Murong Qing's hand, re-checked the chicken soup, and added two more dishes: "Cold black fungus, roasted eggplant, sweet and salty, Tender inside and charred outside."

Murong Qing was not a picky eater at first, he belonged to eating out, the kind that anyone can order a large table of food for him to be full, but everyone has a partial taste, he prefers cold black fungus, and crispy and fragrant Fried eggplant, I can't help but pick up two more chopsticks for these two dishes.

Zhou Wenyao took the tablet and leaned slightly: "Brother Heng, do you want wine, red wine, I just took a picture of the 2020 Henri Jayer from the last century, let me have a taste?"

"Brother Heng," before Zhou Heng could speak, Murong Qing hesitated and said, "I, I can't drink."

Zhou Heng smiled at Murong Qing, but said, "Bring it first."

Although Brother Qing is not greedy for drinking, he can drink some red wine and is good at wine tasting. He is going to take the wine back after eating, and give it to Brother Qing when he recovers.

Murong Qing was a little apprehensive, what if Zhou Heng forced him to drink soon.

Then should he tell Zhou Heng directly that he is pregnant?

Zhou Wenyao understood Zhou Heng's meaning. He brought it with a red sandalwood box. He put down the red wine and asked Zhou Heng if he wanted to open it. Zhou Heng said no, so he withdrew.

The dishes started to be served at [-]:[-], and just after the last dish was served at [-]:[-], an unexpected guest came.

Nan Lin.

There is also Tang Lian, the bodyguard who has been with Nan Lin all year round.

Here comes the dog food eater.