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Time Club, the full name is Traveling Through Time and Keeping Love の All People Club. The name seems random, but this company is by no means simple.

What it does is similar to its literal meaning. It is copying memory, and it can extract the memory that the customer wants and make it into an image.

This is far more comprehensive than photos and videos. It can retain the time that was once fleeting and too late to record. It is a high-tech that people did not dare to think about before.

As soon as Time Club came out three years ago, the overwhelming advertisements and the unique particularity of its industry quickly made it popular all over the world.

However, being famous is famous. After all, this new technology is related to the human brain. It is even rumored that a needle-like machine can enter the brain to retrieve memory.

But in this day and age, people accept new things much faster than expected. After dozens of amnesia patients who wanted to retrieve their memories successfully experienced the first batch, since last year, the business of Time Club has exploded, even though the cost is expensive, Appointments are still in line.

However, it varies from person to person, and at most five years of memory can be retrieved.

As one of the top ten leading business owners in this Baishan City, Zhou Heng naturally knew about this new type of company that was rapidly becoming popular.

He even knew that it was Nan Xiao, the owner of the Time Club, who developed this black technology, and Nan Xiao was a grown-up Chongming Bird, and the only bird on Nanshan who had grown up.

Zhou Heng is not familiar with Nan Xiao, but his junior brother Nan Lin and Nan Xiao are old acquaintances.

Before Nan Xiao opened the Time Club three years ago, Nan Lin took Nan Xiao to invite him to dinner and begged for investment cooperation, but he refused.

After that, he and Nan Xiao had no communication.

Unexpectedly, three years later, she would get involved with Nan Xiao again because of Murong Qing.

Zhou Heng called Nan Lin while Murong Qing was washing the dishes, asked for Nan Xiao's contact information, and made an appointment with Nan Xiao to meet at the time club an hour later.

Only after Zhou Heng hung up the phone did Lin Yao have a chance to say a second sentence, but the coldness in Zhou Heng's eyes frightened him a little: "Brother Heng, Brother Qing won't... really something happened?"

Zhou Heng didn't answer Lin Yao's question, his voice was very hostile: "Why didn't you tell me about this!"

"!!!" Don't look at Zhou Heng wagging his tail and begging in front of Murong Qing on weekdays, in fact, Zhou Heng is born with a sense of indifference, except for Murong Qing, he is indifferent to everyone. Strictly speaking, he has been with Murong Qing for so long. He had never seen Zhou Heng treat anyone other than Murong Qing more than politely.

Lin Yao couldn't bear to move his calf, so he murmured: "Brother Qing, don't let me speak, otherwise I will be fired."

Zhou Heng sneered, and his thin lips pursed into a cruel arc, which was even more frightening: "Don't forget that I am paying you wages, 100 million a year feeds wolf cubs, ah bah, feeds pigs!"

Lin Yao was trembling with fright, hooked his head and made a embarrassed face: "But, you said that you wanted me to be loyal to Brother Qing, and what Brother Qing said was very firm, and you, and listened to Brother Qing..."

The sound of the kitchen water stopped, Zhou Heng gouged out Lin Yao's eyes with a knife, turned around and walked to the kitchen entrance, picked up the towel hanging by the door and handed it to Murong Qing.

Murong Qing took it with a bowed body, and thanked him in a low voice.

"Let's go," Zhou Heng put his handkerchief back on, wrapped his arms around Murong Qing's waist, and said to him, "Go upstairs and change, I'll take you out for a while."

Murong Qing didn't ask any questions, and answered yes obediently.

It was 'yes', not 'good', which made Zhou Heng's heart that had lost its temperature become cold again.

After going upstairs, what Zhou Heng brought Murong Qing into was Murong Qing's second bedroom. Murong Qing's clothes were all in the closet here.

Murong Qing stood in the middle of the bedroom, frowning, seemingly looking at the carpet, but his eyes were not focused.

It was still drizzling outside, and the weather was a bit chilly. Zhou Heng chose a slightly thicker casual spring suit, which was a three-piece suit.

Zhou Heng originally wanted to help Murong Qing choose clothes and go out, but when he put the clothes at the end of the bed, he thought that the bed sheets of both of them had rolled, so there was nothing to avoid suspicion, not to mention that Murong Qing was now in a state of confusion, so he was more at ease staying close.

So, Zhou Heng picked up the inner T-shirt from the bed.

"Brother Qing," Zhou Heng saw that Murong Qing, who was standing straight in the middle of the bedroom, was obviously taken aback, and tentatively changed his words: "Qing, come here."

"If Master Heng doesn't mind, you can call me Ayi, Yi from IKEA." Murong Qing walked over with a blushing face, "My baby name."

"Ah Yi?" Zhou Heng was covered in goosebumps after screaming, extremely awkward, and said casually: "I'd better call you Brother Qing, my actual age is younger than you, and the official website is fake."

"..." Murong Qing was confused.

"By the way," Zhou Heng walked up to Murong Qing and raised his hand to unbutton him: "How old are you?"

Murong Qing was guessing Zhou Heng's real age and shyness, but he couldn't react in time, and subconsciously replied: "Twenty."

Zhou Heng: "..."

Zhou Heng: "I like to pretend to be tender."

After taking off his shirt, Murong Qing's soft and fair skin still had many dotted hickey marks, deep and shallow, all proclaiming the passion between the two of them last night, very intriguing.

His hand touched Murong Qing's waist, the smooth and delicate touch made Zhou Heng's breathing continue to increase. He still remembered how flexible this not-so-slender waist was last night, and how it could withstand his tricky posture.

Finally, he became uncontrollably hard.

Zhou Heng cursed in a low voice, grabbed the shirt he had taken off, turned around and went to the end of the bed to get the T-shirt.

Murong Qing, who was shirtless, stood on the spot, trembling a little. He bowed his waist in shame, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to cover it.

Zhou Heng walked over, keeping his eyes level as much as possible, and asked Murong Qing to raise his hand to pull on his T-shirt.

Murong Qing raised his hand hesitantly, and when Zhou Heng put the clothes on his neck, he asked in a low voice: "Master Heng, it's not good for me to wear other people's clothes."

"..." Zhou Heng felt a pain in his head, stared at Murong Qing, and raised the corners of his mouth sinisterly: "Murong Qing, you don't think you have given me a few lovers back in your mind, right?"

Zhou Heng's tone was a bit fierce, Murong Qing looked at him innocently and aggrievedly because he didn't understand, "..."

"Stretch your arms." Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and dressed Murong Qing to cover up the source of the crime. After pulling up the clothes for him, he looked up and changed his face, rubbing his forehead against Murong Qing's, and forced a smile: "Don't Just think about it, these are the clothes I prepared for you in advance, you can see how they fit you."

When he turned his face to get the clothes again, Zhou Heng couldn't help but his eyes were red, and he almost didn't cry.

Oh shit!

Going crazy!

He would rather Brother Qing punch and kick him.

After dressing Murong Qing, he found Murong Qing's dead cell phone in the room and charged it. Zhou Heng remembered the vacuum tent inside his underwear and asked Murong Qing to wait for him at the door first.

Before going out, Zhou Heng explained to Murong Qing: "From now on, just call me by my name, Zhou Heng."

Wang Zhong was the driver. Before getting in the car, Lin Yao wanted to escape to the co-pilot, but was stopped by Zhou Heng and sat in the back seat.

The car is the nanny car of Murong Qing's running crew. The rear seat has a lot of space, and it is not a problem for four or five people to sit.

Zhou Heng sat in the most spacious front seat with Murong Qing in his arms, and Lin Yao sat in the single seat on the left, like a blanket, with a light on his back.

When the car arrived at the gate of the community, Zhou Heng asked Lin Yao to go down and buy Murong Qing a cup of blueberry bubble tea.

After Lin Yao got in the car, Zhou Heng opened the milk tea and handed it to Murong Qing. He took the earphones he found just now and put them in his ears to try them out. Music, I'm going to talk about commercial secrets, you can't listen."

Murong Qing nodded. Zhou Heng couldn't help kissing him with his kitten-like docile appearance: "You're so cute."

Wang Zhong, who was looking at the rear car mirror, opened his mouth wide:! ! !

Wang Zhong drove the car in a lot of torment, and finally waited until Zhou Heng spoke. The first sentence was: "Does Wang Zhong know about Brother Qing's going to the Time Club?"

Lin Yao glanced at Wang Zhong, but did not dare to answer.

Wang Zhong's cold sweat swished down, and he almost missed the rear: "Brother Heng..."

"Drive your car well!" Zhou Heng was furious: "Swinging around will kill you!"

After the berserk was over, he probably felt Murong Qing flinch in his arms. He quickly hugged and rubbed him, his voice lowered a bit, but his tone became more and more bad: "Pig, say it!"

Lin Yao swallowed his saliva, looking like a turtledove: "Brother Chong drove me and Brother Qing there, but Brother Chong knows if I don't."

"That's what I know." Hearing Wang Zhong gasped, Zhou Heng knew it without asking: "After today, both of you should get the fuck out of me."

Wang Zhong didn't know the seriousness of the situation, so he stopped the car at the red light, turned his head and looked at Murong Qing pleadingly: "Brother Qing~"

However, Murong Qing was listening to the music with his head down, and he didn't even look at Wang Zhong.

Lin Yao gave Wang Zhong a look, but the idiot didn't respond, so he simply gestured: "Shhh!"

"Hush a few times!" Zhou Heng said angrily, "A few more nonsense words will not be paid a dime this month!"

As soon as Wang Zhong heard Zhou Heng swearing repeatedly in front of Murong Qing, he turned around and started the accelerator: Is this a tiger abdicating and a fox playing prestige? !

Zhou Heng tilted his head to look at Murong Qing's face who was listening to the music with his head bowed. Seeing Murong Qing being stared at by him, he became shy again, his face turned red, and he shook the hand holding the milk tea vigorously.

Zhou Heng finally felt better. He took off an earphone, put it on his ear, and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Murong Qing: "Yes."

Zhou Heng asked again: "Is it good to drink?"

Murong Qing nodded: "It's delicious."

Zhou Heng: "Can I have a drink?"

Murong Qing handed over the drink in his hand, and Zhou Heng directly lowered his head to Murong Qing's hand, and took a sip. This is Murong Qing's favorite taste, sweet and sour.

"It's really delicious." After Zhou Heng finished speaking, he put his lips next to Murong Qing's ear, and faintly touched the tip of his ear: "But the taste is far worse than yours."

Murong Qing clenched his legs tightly, the foreign body sensation in his body that had never disappeared made him very uncomfortable, and now that he was molested by Zhou Heng, he felt an inexplicable emptiness again.

He looked away in a panic, a blush creeping across his face.

He was the target of revenge, and he shouldn't have had more extravagant hopes for Zhou Heng, but seeing a man and being kissed by a man made him very happy.

After teasing someone, Zhou Heng put the earphones on Murong Qing again, and then he raised his leg and kicked the down-haired Lin Yao, not much, but hard.

Zhou Heng became a Zhou dog again, and turned to Lin Yao with a green face: "Sit here!"

Lin Yao, who was originally sitting on Murong Qing's side, quickly got up and changed his seat. The car drove very steadily, but he almost didn't kneel.

Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's hand, and asked with a volume that Murong Qing couldn't hear: "When did Brother Qing decide to do memory storage, who promoted it, or Brother Qing himself knew, what time was yesterday and what time was it?" It's over, is there any abnormality from coming out to going back?"

Under great pressure, Lin Yao met Zhou Heng's gaze. He seemed to know that Zhou Heng would ask, and he had already had the answer in his mind: "More than three months ago, I talked to Yu Haofei, an actor who was in the same crew as Brother Qing. Later, Qing Brother focused on it for a while, as for the appointment, who to make the appointment with, I really don’t know, and I didn’t know Brother Qing was going to do this until the night before yesterday.”

Lin Yao spoke quickly, he took a breath, and continued: "We arrived at the Time Club at nine o'clock yesterday morning, and I couldn't get in inside. Brother Qing was called in at ten o'clock, and came out at eleven ten o'clock. From there There was no abnormality after I came out, and I had lunch with King Lei. I arrived at your house at two o'clock in the afternoon. Brother Qing said that he would not let you tell you that he would come back early, for fear of affecting your work. By the way, when I left, I told you that I would come here on time today to pick you up at the airport."

After Lin Yao finished speaking, Zhou Heng frowned and remained silent.

After a while, Lin Yao's throat rolled down, "Brother Heng, I, Brother Chong and I persuaded Brother Qing, but Brother Qing refused to listen and asked you to discuss it. Brother Qing disagreed, Brother Heng , you know, once Brother Qing makes a decision..."

Lin Yao didn't say the rest, and Zhou Heng also knew that Murong Qing looked easy to get along with, but he actually had a good idea. He slowed down: "Did Brother Qing say why he did this? Is he afraid of forgetting something? There is still a business use?"

"This..." Lin Yao said, "Brother Qing didn't say anything. On the way there yesterday, I asked again, but Brother Qing didn't say anything."

Zhou Heng stopped asking, and Lin Yao felt that such an atmosphere was even more depressing.

Zhou Heng paused for a while, took off one of Murong Qing's earphones, put his arm around his shoulders, and smiled at him, "I'll listen with you."

Murong Qing stared blankly at Zhou Heng for a while, then slowly lowered his head, the corners of his mouth raised a slight, imperceptible arc.

This is the first time Murong Qing laughed after being 'ill', so gentle and outrageous.

The author has something to say: real persona:

Zhou Heng: Does it sound good?

Murong Qing: Not bad.

Zhou Heng: Is it good to drink?

Murong Qing: Not bad.

Zhou Heng: Can I have a drink?

Murong Qing: Get out!

Zhou Heng: The taste of milk tea is far worse than yours.

Murong Qing: Wang Zhong stopped the car, Zhou Heng, you or I, huh?

Zhou Heng: ...I, o(╥﹏╥)o

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