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He is not Murong Qing, he is Jiang Xu Nuan.

But does he say it, should he say it?

Zhou Heng clearly knew his true identity five days ago, so what's the point of what he said now?

Now that he knew, why didn't he expose him for so long?

Could it be that half of the company's shares were allocated to him on a whim when they got married? But he is just a counterfeit with Murong Qing's name on it. Zhou Heng wants to take it away easily. He doesn't understand these legal issues, and he never knows about money He didn't show hesitation, besides, both the Zhou family and Murong are from noble families, and the Zhou family is even more powerful, so he is single and weak.

And when Zhou Heng hugged him in the kitchen, he called Ah Qing.

So when Zhou Heng wanted him this time, did he really not treat him as Murong Qing?

Or, because of various reasons, he could not get the real Murong Qing for the time being.

It is not impossible for him to have the same face as Murong Qing because he has nowhere to vent his desire-desire that he has earned because of love.

That's right, if that person wasn't stubborn, why would he suddenly run away from home half a year ago?

So, don't sleep with him because he is a stand-in.

She slept with him because he was a stand-in.

It is also because he needs to vent his desire.

Zhou Heng's lust has always been very strong. Since he was married, he was hurt and bled except for the wedding night in the bridal chamber. After letting him rest for two days, he never let him rest for a day.

The same parents, the same face, but after all, the same person has different fate.

No matter how many things are like glue, when the real Murong Qing returns, it will all become a thing of the past.

"Huh?" Zhou Heng didn't understand Jiang Xunuan's endless twists and turns, so he lifted Jiang Xunuan's chin and looked at him encouragingly: "What do you want to say?"

"..." Jiang Xunuan hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "It's nothing."

After speaking, he buried his face in Zhou Heng's arms, desperately absorbing the warmth from his body.

If this is the last warmth Zhou Heng gave him, then let him smell his body more.

Zhou Heng let him act like a baby in his arms, while rubbing his waist to soothe him, while kissing his forehead.

"How long have we been together?"

Jiang Xunuan was startled by Zhou Heng's sudden question. He bit his lip and finally answered vaguely: "We... have been married for 97 days as of today."

Zhou Heng gasped, fuck it, it turned out to be a husband and wife relationship.

"Really, I remember it really clearly." Zhou Heng seemed to have found a turning point, holding Jiang Xunuan's back head and lifting his face, looking at him seriously: "Then it will be our [-]th wedding anniversary soon, Then how do you want to celebrate?"

Jiang Xunuan was extremely surprised and guilty, he tried his best to avoid Zhou Heng's gaze: "It's not an important day, let alone it's Friday, and you have to go to work."

It seemed that he cared a lot, otherwise how could he tell immediately that it was Friday.

"Going to work is not as important as you." Zhou Hengxin said such love words at his fingertips.

Jiang Xunuan blushed. No matter what Zhou Heng wanted from him, whether he voluntarily gave up the share rights, or let the real Murong Qing take his place, it is undeniable that he is happy in Zhou Heng's arms at this moment.

Jiang Xunuan closed his eyes.

Zhou Heng smiled and rubbed his face with the new stubble: "Ah Qing, don't sleep, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I don't want to eat." Jiang Xunuan hugged Zhou Heng tightly, coquettishly: "I just want to stay in your arms like this, always..."

Zhou Heng smiled dotingly.

It would be great if Murong Qing didn't come back, Jiang Xu Nuan thought.

Jiang Xu Nuan quickly fell asleep, Zhou Heng would not be willing to wake him up, wake up his Murong Qing.

The next day, Jiang Xu Nuan got up early to cook as usual, and Zhou Heng went to work after eating as usual.

He worked so diligently to get to and from get off work, just to get the sporadic information when night fell.

Nan Rui told him yesterday that there were no less than a hundred books related to the information obtained in the previous two times.

And if Zhou Zihuai really did it, that person has been plotting for a long time, so he must be cautious and careful, and the character design and plot created by him will definitely not be able to be overcome in a short while.

He had the same thought as Nan Rui, at first he thought it would be better to kidnap Murong Qing and threaten him to come sooner.

Later, they didn't think so anymore. Zhou Zihuai really didn't have the guts to touch the person he cherished. What he did was to use Murong Qing to restrain him. To put it bluntly, Zhou Zihuai was just afraid that he would hit their plan. Didn't care that he helped formally participate.

After all, if a monster with mana really wants to fight humans, the odds of winning are quite high.

Their only concern was that Zhou Heng fell in love with a human being.

Zhou Heng's forbearance and waiting were not in vain, and he began to gain something in the morning.

Maybe it was the love last night that aroused Murong Qing's more greed, so he actually started looking for the killer online.

From the morning to the afternoon, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Murong Qing finally chose a safer and more reliable killer among the many killers.

Looking at the message sent by Murong Qing, Zhou Heng closed the soliciting windows of many other 'killer' identities, feeling that his brain cells were almost dying.

Ye Hei: Hello, the price.

Ink Tasting: Below, over 60 years old, do not accept.

Ye Hei: 27 years old, male, native of this city.

Mo Chang: 10 deposit, 40 final payment, after the deposit is paid, you must sell, unless there are force majeure factors such as going to prison, you must kill the target and chase to the end, Tongsao will not bully.

Ye Hei: Okay, I'll make some preparations and contact you tomorrow.

Zhou Heng turned off the chat interface, he felt that this person was not kind at all.

When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Murong Qing really started talking to himself again.

This seems to be a habit of this character.

This time, Murong Qing said it to the mirror.

Murong Qing finished putting on light makeup in front of the mirror, brushed short hair that swept over her ears, and her soft eyes gradually turned cold and terrifying: "I can only kill Murong Qing, I did nothing wrong."

Zhou Heng was startled. This was the second time Murong Qing said something to kill someone. This time, his eyes were very cruel, and he seemed to be serious.

"In the past, I never competed with others." Murong Qing faced the mirror and looked into his own eyes that were getting colder and colder: "I am content with a shelter from the wind and rain, and a hot meal, but , Why do you want me to experience family affection and love, and then take them away and tell me that this is just a dream."

Zhou Heng sympathized with a burst of sadness. This character is neither happy nor lucky.

Murong Qing sneered, concealed the sadness in his eyes, and put on a pleading expression, with tears in his eyes: "Zhou Heng, tell me what I should do to stay by your side, really the only way is to kill Murong Qing Qing, will you want me only if he no longer exists?"

"If, at the beginning, I really lost my memory, it would be fine." Murong Qing mentioned the important information of amnesia again: "Or, this is the punishment for lying to me."

Tears rolled down his face in two lines, Murong Qing immersed himself in washing his face again, this time he simply wiped off the cream, and went downstairs to cook.

Zhou Heng compiled these important information into text and sent it to Nan Rui. After discussing and researching all the information in the past three days with Nan Rui, he packed up and went upstairs.

When he got home, he saw Murong Qing busy in the kitchen again.

He suddenly had a sore nose.

Although the real brother Qing often cooks by himself, and his private life is extremely smoky, but he seldom cooks such a sumptuous meal.

His appetite is just like his own, simple and indifferent, such as bread and milk in the morning, a bowl of tomato ramen at noon, and a bowl of porridge with vegetarian tofu in the evening, but after being with him, Only then will he make use of his heavy taste, and occasionally cook two more dishes with a little more seasoning.

It is extremely rare for Murong Qing to be so busy preparing a meal.

He's not sour on dinner, he's sour on his brother Qing, who is busy in the kitchen all day long, and yet he is so sad.

This time, Murong Qing saw him first, and he probably felt it. He was cooking, and when he turned around, his eyes were slightly surprised, then he bent his eyes and smiled slightly: "Brother Heng, you... are back."

"Yeah." After Murong Qing turned off the fire, when he turned around to face him, Zhou Heng quickly stepped forward and hugged him into his arms, lowered his head and impatiently kissed his lips: "Ah Qing... ..."

After Zhou Heng called his name, he realized that his name should not be Murong Qing now. He expected to see a trace of sadness in Murong Qing's eyes.

So, he held the back of Murong Qing's head, parted his lips and kissed him deeply, trying to numb his brain and make him forget the unhappiness caused by his name.

Because he didn't know who the current Murong Qing was playing and what his name was.

After the kiss was over, Jiang Xunuan nestled weakly in Zhou Heng's arms, panting.

Even in the most passionate time before, Zhou Heng was never so urgent. He would greet him when he came home from get off work, but he would not kiss him so fiercely.

Especially like yesterday, can't wait for him, in the kitchen, in the living room, never before.

Zhou Heng was born in the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people. Although he showed that he liked him very much, he loved him a lot after marriage, and never tolerated his desires, but the self-cultivation and arrogance in his bones made him express these things with restraint and reserved.

For example, if you want to make love, you will definitely go to the bedroom. As for the fun of flirting, it can be in the bathroom, you can use the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can use some auxiliary products, but you should pay attention to privacy.

He will never show his impatience, even if he is anxious, he has the ability to maintain his calmness.

That's why Murong Qing, the brother of Zhou Heng's university classmate, never knew that Zhou Heng liked him, until the Murong family faced bankruptcy and needed Zhou Heng's help.

Zhou Heng took the opportunity to put forward the conditions for Murong Qing to associate with him. Murong Qing, who has always been pampered and arrogant as an artist, felt insulted, and coupled with the instigation of his dizzy parents to seduce Zhou Heng, he ran away from home in a fit of anger.

So, why did such a Zhou Heng kiss him like this, and wanted him here yesterday?

Can he have a little expectation, thinking that Zhou Heng was rejected by Murong Qing, so he returned to his embrace?

Jiang Xunuan slowed down, raised his head and wrapped his head around Zhou Heng's neck, tiptoeing.

"Chirp." Zhou Heng tasted the lips that were offered on his own initiative, scratched Jiang Xunuan's nose, and said with a light smile, "Seduce me again, I don't mind revisiting yesterday's scene."

Jiang Xunuan's eyes sparkled, and then she let go shyly: "The meal is ready, I, I will prepare it for you."

After eating, Zhou Heng went up to take a shower first, and then Jiang Xunuan, who came up after washing the dishes, went into the bathroom.

Zhou Heng wanted to take a bath together, but he was afraid that his sex would make him dizzy, so he forgot to do important things.

Jiang Xunuan was wearing a long silk pajamas, full of seductive intentions, Zhou Heng put down his phone, got out of bed, walked over to wrap his arms around his waist, brought him into his arms, and gave him a passionate kiss.

He didn't want to shatter Brother Qing's expectations, even if this person's mind was filled with someone else.

Although Jiang Xunuan didn't take the initiative to entangle him, he groaned softly, his eyes full of desire and affection.

"Come on," Zhou Heng put his arms around him and put him on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed and hugging him in front of him: "I have something to tell you."

Jiang Xunuan was taken aback for a moment, and there was even a crisp sound from his shoulder armor. The muscles that had been relaxed after taking a bath suddenly tensed without any relaxation. His lips trembled slightly, but he did not respond.

Like a sinner waiting to be sentenced.

Zhou Heng held his hands in his palms, fiddled with them, and lightly squeezed his fingers to relax him: "Let me tell you a story, a man likes his elder brother who has a neighbor with two brothers, but for some reason I was with my younger brother, and then my elder brother confessed to him suddenly, he was very excited, he thought he still liked his elder brother, so he started dating his elder brother, but during the date, he found that his heart was already occupied by his younger brother, he was full My mind is always thinking about my younger brother, it turns out that my elder brother has become a past with regrets and unwillingness, and the place in my heart has long been my younger brother's."

Jiang Xunuan's fragile shoulder armor shrugged, and he tried his best to hide his emotions.

This story is so perfunctory, but he really wants to cry.