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Zhou Heng stared at the screen for a long time. After confirming that he could not get more information, he organized Murong Qing's soliloquy and sent it to Nan Rui.

When Murong Qing entered the kitchen to prepare the dishes, he turned on the computer and started a video conference with the senior officials waiting for him.

Zhou Heng entered the house at seven o'clock, and Murong Qing was busy cooking in the kitchen, but he didn't hear Zhou Heng coming in.

Zhou Heng took off his coat, changed his shoes, and walked to the door of the kitchen. Looking at Murong Qing's figure swaying gently under the light, with an apron tied around his slender waist, he looked even more slim and attractive. He really wanted to touch him and give him a Big hugs.

I just don't know if it will be ridiculous.

So he held back, leaned against the door, folded his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm back."

I don't even know what to call him, hey, melancholy.

Murong Qing's shoulder armor, which was originally relaxed, was stiff and straight to the naked eye. He put down the shovel and turned around and smiled sweetly at Zhou Heng: "Well, I've worked hard at work, and I'll have dinner right away. It's all your favorite food. You can rest first."

Zhou Heng nodded, looked at it for a while, and saw that Murong Qing was really uncomfortable, so he raised his eyebrows and got up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After dinner, each took a shower and went to bed, everything went on in a weird and ordinary way. This time the character setting seemed not as big as the previous two conflicts, and there was no feeling of jumping around, but precisely because of this, it was more difficult to guess and break through.

Zhou Heng felt powerless.

Both Murong Qing and Zhou Heng were sitting on the head of the bed, Murong Qing was reading a book, Zhou Heng was using his tablet to read emails, maybe this is the way of getting along engraved in Murong Qing's new memory, Zhou Heng thought.

Until late at night, Zhou Heng took the book from Murong Qing's hand: "It's very late, let's read it tomorrow."

After Zhou Heng hugged him and lay down, seeing Murong Qing who was shy and reserved and didn't dare to look at him, he smiled softly: "Go to sleep."

Probably because he is afraid that he will want him, even breathing carefully, is it because he is afraid of hurting him, in his new memory, he will not be a violent man, right?

Why did you seduce him that morning?

Like him, please him, and be afraid of him?

At the same time, Murong Qing fanned her eyelashes and closed her complicated eyes. It seemed that Zhou Heng still wouldn't want him tonight.

But Zhou Heng is very satisfied to be able to hug him like this at this moment. Does this mean that he still has a little affection for him? After all, they have been married for more than three months, and they sleep together in the same bed every day. They are very harmonious in nature, respect each other as guests in life, and their personalities can complement each other.

Even if he is not the real Murong Qing, he still can't bear it a little bit, but if he knows that he has not lost his memory, but has deceived him, how will he treat him.

He couldn't imagine.

He could only silently pretend to be stupid and enjoy this perhaps the last tenderness.

Murong Qing's mind was complicated, but Zhou Heng's was full of confusion.

The first day of the new person's setup was uneventful and yielded nothing.

The next day, Zhou Heng got up late, and Murong Qing, who was greedy for his arms, also got up later than usual. He hurriedly prepared the meal, and when Zhou Heng went downstairs to eat, he had to go upstairs to find clothes for Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng put his arms around his waist and pulled him to sit on his lap: "No, let's eat first. There's nothing to do today, so it's okay if you don't go."

"It's all my fault, I got up late." Murong Qing finished speaking with a blushing face, and stood up from Zhou Heng's lap: "Don't you have a meeting every Tuesday morning?"

"Oh." Zhou Heng choked up. He might not be a workaholic, so he nodded: "I won't be late, so feel free to accompany me for dinner."

Murong Qing raised the corners of his mouth and sat down.

After breakfast, Zhou Heng was sent to a meeting.

Now he is more and more confused about the relationship between him and Murong Qing in the new character set.

A lover who urges the patron to go to work is not a good lover!

Murong Qing fed the cat and watered the flowers in the morning, and then sat on the rocking chair on the balcony to play with the cat and read a book in the sun.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a little lover who has been kept in the dark.

In the afternoon, when it was nearly six o'clock again, Murong Qing, who had slept on the rocking chair for more than an hour, opened his eyes and patted the silver-eyed cat lying on his lap to sleep with him: "I dreamed of Brother Heng .”

Murong Qing stroked the cat's breath, smiled wryly and said, "But it's not a good dream."

Murong Qing pondered for a while. Zhou Heng, who was waiting, didn't dare to breathe. After a while, he closed his eyes, and tears flashed in his eyes: "I dreamed that Brother Heng still chose him, chose Murong Qing, he didn't want me. gone."

After Murong Qing finished speaking, he began to weep. Zhou Heng couldn't wait for the next sentence, and his mind became even more confused.

Amnesia.

car accident.

fake.

Then he said that he chose Murong Qing and didn't want him anymore, so is this a fucking stand-in?

Is he going to be like this, go out to work every day, and then wait for a word from Murong Qing when the sun is about to set? !

Seeing that Murong Qing had adjusted his condition and started cooking, Zhou Heng sent the new harvest to Nan Rui, checked and signed the documents, and went upstairs.

During dinner, Zhou Heng called Murong Qing tentatively: "Ah Qing, what's wrong with you?"

It took Murong Qing two seconds to realize that Zhou Heng was calling him, and when he raised his head, the panic was visible in his eyes: "Brother Heng, what's wrong with me?"

Zhou Heng curled his lips lightly, making himself look a little gentle and unobtrusive: "It seems that you don't have much appetite."

"No." After Murong Qing retorted subconsciously, he immediately changed his words: "I ate some snacks in the afternoon, so I'm not too hungry."

"En." Zhou Heng nodded, but he knew in his heart that Murong Qing only drank a cup of tea in the afternoon.

Eating, bathing, going to bed, hugging and sleeping, the next day was so plain and smooth.

On the third day, Zhou Heng seemed to have adapted to this new way of getting along. He felt that he could gain something by getting a little information every day until Saturday.

It rained lightly in the morning, and the sun came out in the afternoon. After five o'clock, the sky was full of fire and clouds.

Murong Qing hugged Zhou Heng's pillow in the bedroom and slept all afternoon. He was undressed and meticulous. When he got up, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with nothing on, looked at the burning clouds outside, and praised softly: "It's so beautiful." .”

"After I die, if I can become a burning cloud in the sky, it would be great to get such a compliment from Brother Heng."

Zhou Heng, who was staring at the screen, was zooming in on the screen and walking on the cliff facing the beautiful body. Suddenly, his hairs stood on end. He had a hunch that there would be a breakthrough today.

really.

Murong Qing lightly stroked the glass window with his finger: "The real Murong Qing is back, and he wants to get everything back, including Zhou Heng, but I can't do without Brother Heng anymore, what should I do?"

"Brother Heng doesn't want me anymore." Murong Qing touched his body, trembling slightly, panting heavily, as if he was nostalgic for a certain temperature: "When I used to think I was Murong Qing, I always liked to play tricks. I, there is not a day when I don't hug me, possess me and say that I love me, but since that person came back, it hasn't happened once."

Murong Qing suddenly became annoyed, Zhou Heng couldn't see his face, but he saw him slamming on the glass: "He slept with Murong Qing, he didn't go to work at the company, he lied to me, why? If you don't just make it clear and drive me away, maybe you still have a little affection for me?"

Murong Qing's eyes suddenly lit up: "Should I kill Murong Qing, so Brother Heng will stay by my side."

His fingers drooped weakly, and the tears that he endured and endured did not flow out, but his voice could not stop crying: "Why am I not Murong Qing? You lost me and used me again."

Murong Qing looked at the glass and seemed to see the faces of those people. The more he said, the more he couldn't restrain his emotions: "He is back, he is still your son, and I have become an outsider again, obviously I am also your son."

Then the anger turned into helplessness, and the voice was suddenly hoarse and gentle: "Brother Heng, you too, you obviously slept with me, but you pretended to be him in your heart. Once he comes back, you won't be willing to touch me."

Murong Qing stroked herself with self-pity: "You once said that you like my body, which is soft and hot, and only I can make you so comfortable. It's all fake, is it all fake? He will let you Is it more comfortable?!"

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing turned around abruptly, glanced at the time, and murmured: "It's time to cook for Brother Heng."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qing quickly got dressed, washed his face and hair, covered his slightly blue eyes with makeup, and went downstairs to cook.

Very emotional, like a lunatic, Zhou Heng watched the replay several times.

It was difficult for him to decipher the intricate relationship between the three, but he quickly grasped the key point:

1. Murong Qing loves him very much, and doesn't like to lie to others as a substitute.

2. Murong Qing will automatically fill in character settings and events when he is sleeping, for example, he did not go to the company.

3. Murong Qing longs for him to want him, and measures his affection for him by intimacy.

So, can he try to break through the current progress.

Zhou Heng weighed it over and over again before getting up and going upstairs.

After entering the house, he threw down his tie and coat, changed into his slippers, and walked into the kitchen with the last hesitation.

First use gestures to drive the two cats upstairs.

Murong Qing was wearing a cooking apron, with his narrow waist swaying slightly, and was making stew with his back turned to him. He couldn't bear it anymore, strode over and hugged the man's frightened waist, and put his face close to him Ear: "Ah Qing."

There is obvious lust in the voice.

"!" The spoon that Murong Qing was stirring the pot snapped off, he quickly grasped it again, turned his face sideways, but didn't dare to look at him: "Brother Heng, you are back."

"Yeah." Zhou Heng stretched out his hand to hold Murong Qing's hand holding the spoon, and rubbed his lips against the small tender area behind his ear: "You smell so good, have you taken a bath?"

"No." This time Murong Qing dodged shyly and murmured in a low voice: "I just woke up feeling a little restless, so I washed and washed my hair. Brother Heng, you go wash your hands first, and dinner will be served right away."

After Murong Qing finished speaking, Zhou Heng turned off the fire, hugged Murong Qing's waist and turned around, put him against the sink, opened the sink and washed his hands.

"Brother Heng..."

Murong Qing didn't understand what Zhou Heng meant, but he didn't have the brain cells to understand the next moment, because Zhou Heng picked him up from behind, and soon he was pinned down on the dining table, and Zhou Heng's wet hands came out He got in under the hem of his clothes.

It's cool and hot, and it feels amazing.

"Brother Heng..." Brother Heng said softly and coquettishly, which made Zhou Heng's heart soften.

Zhou Heng gently stroked Murong Qing's lips, opened his lips, and kissed his earlobe.

Speak soft words of love.

Under Zhou Heng's sudden enthusiasm, Murong Qing's legs softened in an instant, and his head, which was about to be raised, suddenly sank to the table.

Zhou Heng kissed him densely and got ready first, when the gentleness was about to drive Murong Qing crazy, Zhou Heng turned him around and let him sit at the table...

After one time, without giving Murong Qing time to breathe, he was placed on the sofa again, from behind...

Then, he carried him upstairs to the bed in the bedroom.

After the third time, Murong Qing felt that he was going to die, he was going to die from exhaustion, he was going to die from suffocation, and he was going to die from comfort.

The one I like more is dying, how can Zhou Heng be so gentle.

Doesn't this force him to commit a crime?

His eyes were full of physiological tears, but he blinked reluctantly, looking at Zhou Heng in a daze and affectionately.

Zhou Heng wants him, suddenly wants him?

After five days, it was so intense and yet so gentle.

why?

Could it be...

Before the bad idea came out, the tears in the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away by Zhou Heng with his fingers.

He hugged Murong Qing, looked down at his anxious eyebrows and eyes, and said softly: "You are so sweet, why should I suffer these days, heh, what an idiot."

Murong Qing's eyes widened: So...he didn't want Murong Qing?

"Heng...Brother Heng." Murong Qing bit his lips: "I..."

I am not Murong Qing, I am Xu Jiangnuan.