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Recording the show until midnight, going home, eating, having sex, and exchanging heartfelt confessions, it was dawn and Murong Qing lasted exactly 24 hours.

The high-intensity physical exertion and overloaded brain made him exhausted, coupled with Zhou Heng's protracted battle, he quickly fell asleep in Zhou Heng's arms.

He slept deeply, but his hand on Zhou Heng's forearm did not let go for a long time.

Zhou Heng stayed up late, he bowed his head and kissed Murong Qing's forehead vaguely, enjoying this moment very much.

At this moment, he is excited, but also worried.

He was happy that there would be a day when Murong Qing would confess to him, saying that he loved him and trusted him, but at the same time he was worried that Murong Qing would be involved in some terrible character and disturbance after waking up.

The more his relationship with Murong Qing escalated and his love became sweeter, the more he hated the perpetrator's despicable methods.

He cherished every moment they had together, but now, even though he and Murong Qing were almost stuck together, that was not the real Brother Qing, nor his character and thinking.

Murong Qing can sleep very well, from early morning to evening, and from evening to early morning, but Zhou Heng's longest experience can last a month without sleep, so he just keeps looking at Murong Qing in his arms, without any worries. sleep means.

Time ticked by, and another 24 hours passed, and just as Zhou Heng closed his eyes slightly, Murong Qing opened them.

Murong Qing's eyes were only dimmed for a few seconds before waking up, but when his eyelashes opened and his eyes met Zhou Heng's face who was holding Zhengnan in his arms, his eyes became clear instantly.

The tails of Murong Qing's eyes widened, he was ecstatic, he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, he couldn't stop the sourness in his eyes.

He tried his best to stare at Zhou Heng with wide-eyed eyes, and it took him a moment to stop the tears that were about to spew out. He wished he could suck the handsome face in front of him deeply into his dark pupils, engrave it in his heart, and wished he could see the handsome face in front of him. This person is integrated into his own flesh and blood, and will never be separated.

Just from this look, one can feel Murong Qing's deep obsession and love for Zhou Heng.

However, the real Murong Qing has always loved him indifferently and calmly, even when he was said to love him, he was never so passionate.

So when Zhou Heng opened his eyes, his first reaction was surprise, his second reaction was a chill down his spine, and then he was worried.

Murong Qing saw Zhou Heng's strange expression in his eyes, he quickly and panickedly lowered his eyebrows, and leaned his face into his arms.

It is nostalgia and hiding.

Such a move made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

His careful breath sprayed on Zhou Heng's shirtless chest, warm and shy: "Brother Heng, you...why did you wake up so early today."

Zhou Heng's eyes became darker, and the ink became thick.

Not Brother Qing.

"I, I'm going to make breakfast for you." Murong Qing turned over and wanted to get out of bed.

Zhou Heng came to his senses, grasped his narrow waist, and wrapped him in his arms again.

"Ah..." Murong Qing snorted, and slammed his back into Zhou Heng's arms. At that moment, he couldn't help but frowned, his eyes were sweet, but the next moment, his cheeks blushed again.

"Lie down with me for a while." Zhou Heng rubbed Murong Qing's soft and boneless ears with his lips, and hugged him tightly.

The deeper Murong Qing was hugged, the more obvious the early morning reaction he could feel from the person behind him, and even his semi-soft body became out of control.

Since getting married, Zhou Heng has been wanting him almost every day, his physical strength is as terrifying as a wolf's like a tiger's, but he didn't have it for these two days. He knew the reason, and his heart was like a knife.

Zhou Heng still turned his back to him before going to bed last night. It doesn't matter whether it's because of his habit or if he mistook him for that person again. As long as he is willing to hug him, he doesn't care about the rest.

What's more, what qualifications does he have to care about it?

Murong Qing blushed and turned around to face Zhou Heng. She lowered her face to his chest timidly, but boldly held Zhou Heng's reaction.

Zhou Heng's voice seemed to be stuck by someone, his body shook, and the strength of his grip on Murong Qing's waist increased a bit, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You know the consequences of doing this."

Murong Qing stood still for a moment, then started to move, timidly and deftly.

Zhou Heng snorted, grabbed the back of Murong Qing's neck, pinched his face, and kissed him.

unstoppable.

In the end, they shook hands with each other.

Although Murong Qing was satisfied, he looked aggrieved.

Zhou Heng didn't want him after all, even though Zhou Heng's desire was unbearable.

Murong Qing slowed down and wanted to get out of bed to cook again. Zhou Heng hugged him reluctantly for a while, but finally let him go.

Judging by Murong Qing's expression, he should have already touched the bottom line of the character design. If he forcibly obstructs the plot from running just after awakening, I'm afraid Brother Qing will have a headache again.

Murong Qing got out of bed, and Zhou Heng didn't stay in bed too much. After Murong Qing went downstairs, he sat on the edge of the bed to calm down for a while, took a cold shower, and then put on his clothes and went downstairs.

If it wasn't for the need to be extravagant before going to bed, and the distressed Brother Qing's body was too much to bear, how could he have resisted not wanting him just now, after all, being seduced by Brother Qing was something he had dreamed of before.

Murong Qing was very quick. When Zhou Heng went downstairs, he had already prepared porridge and two dishes, which were simple and warm.

"Why did you forget to make an appointment to cook porridge last night?" Seeing him going downstairs, Murong Qing stepped forward and explained a bit cautiously: "I made noodle porridge, is that okay?"

"Yeah." Zhou Heng walked over, and wanted to call Brother Qing to be coquettish and beg for a kiss, but in the end he pinched his chin, forced him to lean over on tiptoe, and kissed him, "That's it."

Then he watched Murong Qing shyly run into the kitchen.

It seems that he is almost familiar with the similar Wangba people's setup. If Brother Qing wakes up in the future, if he can't change it, he doesn't know how many beatings he will suffer.

Zhou Heng rubbed his sore nose and smiled wryly.

Zhou Heng walked to the door of the kitchen, and just as he was about to put his hands on his chest to admire his lover's busy appearance, Murong Qing turned around and smiled at him, handed him the dish, and went back to serving porridge.

???

Master Heng, who was holding the plate, suddenly didn't understand if what he was doing was set up by Master Jin.

In the morning, shivering in his arms, his obedient and soft appearance clearly looks like a little lover being taken care of by a big boss, serving on the bed and being attentive under the bed, but how could he just let him pick up the dishes so casually.

Shouldn't he stretch out his hands and open his mouth? ?

Zhou Heng put the dishes on the table with his mind full of lawsuits, and then consciously went to the kitchen to get chopsticks.

"Brother Heng, I'm coming." Murong Qing jumped over and stopped him in a panic.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Let's eat, it's like... the feeling of husband and wife.

The two sat facing each other, Murong Qing put the dishes closer to him, and then ate quietly, basically not talking actively during the period.

Zhou Heng had been hungry for a while, and the porridge and side dishes were very appetizing, so he quickly got up to refill the meal, but Murong Qing who was opposite just looked at him, and didn't intend to help.

Zhou Heng: "..."

After eating, Murong Qing put away the bowls and chopsticks and came out: "Is there an early meeting today, do you want to change clothes here, I will find it for you?"

Zhou Heng pondered for a moment: "There is no rush."

Murong Qing smiled at him, went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, saw that he was watching the morning news, and watered the flowers and plants, and said, "I'll go upstairs and prepare a suit for you."

After speaking, Murong Qing went upstairs.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Wife, or little sweet pet, today is Monday, can I not go to work? ? ?

Zhou Heng still went out to work. Facing Murong Qing like this, he either suffocated or usurped the character.

The main reason is that Murong Qing didn't seem to be surprised at having two cats at home, instead he hugged the two cats seamlessly and stroked their fur on his lap.

Before Murong Qing went to bed, he gave the cats new names, Jin Ling'er and Yin Ling'er. Zhou Heng, who had been called a dog for three years before, was very jealous, and now Murong Qing also called them that.

With the civet cat by his side, Zhou Heng really didn't need to worry too much. After Murong Qing personally dressed him up, he left in a suit and leather shoes.

Zhou Heng went out, entered the elevator while Murong Qing watched him off, and pushed to the first floor.

When he entered the elevator, he loosened his tie and pressed the 28th floor. After going down from the 28th floor, he took the stairs and climbed a few floors, and entered the one directly downstairs of his house.

After entering the door, he threw off his leather shoes, bare feet, pulled off his tie, and took off his coat. He went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of Coke, sat on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and turned on the TV.

The TV screen is divided into twelve frames, and Murong Qing appears in the living room screen on the first frame.

Zhou Heng skillfully zoomed in on the first screen.

I saw Murong Qing curled up on the sofa, holding a pair of small nail scissors, earnestly cutting the cat's nails.

Zhou Heng put one hand on the back of the sofa with his legs crossed, sitting domineeringly drinking a drink, watching him quietly.

Murong Qing took care of the nails of the two cats, turned on the TV, and didn't change the channel. It seemed that he didn't care what he watched casually. He just sat like that, hugged the two cats, and occasionally looked down at the cats. Occasionally look up at the TV.

He was watching the radio, and when the commercials were in the middle, he also stared at the TV without moving.

If it weren't for the constant wandering in his eyes, people would mistake him for a TV fan.

Zhou Heng rubbed his chin, feeling that Murong Qingcao's character design this time was more complicated and difficult to understand.

After sitting quietly for about two hours, Murong Qing, who didn't change the channel or position, finally patted the cat's buttocks, drove them off the legs, got up and went to the kitchen to see what was left in the refrigerator.

Then he started to pick up the green plants again. It was nothing more than loosening the soil and cutting off the yellow leaves. He moved slowly, as if to pass the time. After spending an hour, he went to run on the treadmill.

At eleven o'clock, he returned to the sofa and kept checking the time.

Why is he so concerned about the time, almost every 3 minutes he raised his head to look at the watch, Zhou Heng squinted his eyes slightly, just like Murong Qing, Murong Qing glanced at the time, and he also glanced at the time.

The more I look at it, the more anxious I feel.

Have an affair, meet a lover?

Waiting for an important delivery?

If the lover doesn't come and the courier doesn't show up, shouldn't it be a headache again?

No, according to the previous two rules, the plot will not be tampered with under non-artificial circumstances.

At 11:30, Zhou Heng saw Murong Qing picking up his cell phone to make a call. He just frowned worriedly when his cell phone rang, and it was Murong Qing calling.

The memory tampering ability of the memory bird made him feel more and more miraculous.

He answered it quickly, but Murong Qing, who called him, felt uncomfortable, and said falteringly: "Brother Heng, are you coming back for lunch at noon?"

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes: "Go back, this will be on the way."

Murong Qing seemed to be frightened, and dropped his phone on the sofa, but he quickly picked it up: "Okay, what do you want for lunch, I'll make it now."

It seems that 'he didn't go back at noon recently', otherwise Murong Qing wouldn't be so surprised, Zhou Heng thought: "It's fine, your cooking is delicious."

Murong Qing hugged the phone with both hands, lightly replied and said to be safe on the road, and hung up the phone.

If it wasn't for Murong Qing's reluctance, he really thought that his time as a lover had been broken.

Murong Qing didn't stand in a daze for too long, he got up and went into the kitchen.

The morning time passed like this, and the time for lunch at noon was about the same as in the morning, a seemingly normal and strange way of getting along.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Heng was 'thrown' out of the house by Murong Qing on time.

If there was anything different in the afternoon, it was that Murong Qing made a facial mask and used foundation to cover the swollen bags under her eyes. She seemed to be paying attention to maintaining her face, or maybe she was paying attention to her image in front of Zhou Heng.

Just before six o'clock, when Zhou Heng felt that he was doomed to gain nothing today, Murong Qing, who had boiled the porridge, went back to the sofa and sat down, stroked the cat that had jumped on his lap, and murmured in a low voice: " He obviously already knew that I was a fake, why didn't he expose me?"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Heng's eyes lit up, he leaned forward, held his breath, and pricked up his ears.

"Cat, cat." Murong Qing's hand pausing on the cat stopped, and his brows frowned slightly: "It would be great if I really lost my memory, or, I should have died in that car accident, don't you think so? "

Murong Qing lowered his head slowly, with sadness in his eyes: "Hey."