After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

Cen Xing didn't need Lu Mingshen's answer. Compared with how much the other party hated him when the two met, the behavior of the two of them has clearly crossed the line recently.

The feeling of liking cannot lie, even Lu Mingshen is no exception. It's not that Cen Xing has never been pursued by others, but he didn't put his mind on it. Before the person opened his mouth, he said lightly, "I'm just kidding."

Lu Mingshen's heart sank: What does he mean?

"It doesn't make much difference where I sleep." Cen Xing took a bite of the bread to hide the smile on his lips, and pretended to ask casually, "I was drunk yesterday, was it noisy?"

Lu Mingshen was still trying to figure out what Cen Xing meant. He was always good at negotiating, but in this current round, he couldn't see the opponent's hole cards, but the opponent seemed to see him through, so he could only be beaten passively.

"No." Lu Mingshen replied absent-mindedly, "You have good wine."

"Really?" Cen Xing stirred the milk tea in the cup, thoughtfully: Is that an indirect hint that he got into that person's arms by himself?As for whether Bo Zhong came to inquire about it, he was not interested in looking into it, but he had a different view of Lu Mingshen: he looked like a president on the surface, but acted like a schoolboy in private.

Unable to hold back in the end, Lu Mingshen asked suddenly: "What do you mean when you asked just now, do I like you?"

He stared at Cen Xing's face, facing the morning light, that person's delicate skin was as warm and lustrous as jade, and his sparkling eyes were brighter than the sun.

"Maybe I'm still drunk." Cen Xing calmly took a sip of milk, looked at Lu Mingshen with charming eyebrows: "I'm your friend, right? I don't think you care about it."

No matter whether Lu Mingshen intends to pursue him or not, what he is doing now is not right. If you like him, you have to respect his ideas. Besides, Cen Xing feels that the man still has a lot of things that he hasn't told him.

Lu Mingshen: ...

"I remembered something last night. I don't know if you still remember it. The day we first met." Cen Xing wiped his mouth and asked casually, "Why did your doctor come to see me in a wheelchair?"

Why is his memory so good? Lu Mingshen calmed down and said calmly: "At that time your mother said that you were going to pass out, so I asked him to take a wheelchair just in case." Also, to explore the reaction of "Cen Xing", Lu Mingshen hates people who flirt with him with excuses. Who would have thought that this would hit him like a "boomerang".

"So that's the case." Cen Xing didn't ask any more questions, wiped his hands, and stood up: "I might be back later today."

Watching his figure disappear upstairs, Lu Mingshen felt restless for the first time, no matter how dull he was, he could feel it: Cen Xing seems a little angry?Is it because of yourself?

Sitting in the car to the racecourse, Cen Xing looked out of the car, recalled the conversation with Lu Mingshen just now, and unconsciously puffed up his face: Compared with whether he likes it or not, he thinks the first step should be to teach Lu Mingshen to tell the truth.

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After finishing a day's training, Cen Xing picked up his phone and unexpectedly discovered that Lu Mingshen sent him a rare message: "I forgot to ask this morning, did you encounter any problems when you came back late? Do you need help?"

After a little thought, Cen Xing raised his mobile phone, took a picture of the sunset glow on the grass of the racecourse, and sent it to Lu Mingshen: Isn't it beautiful?

The next one, he explained: It is not a problem, I have found someone to help.

After receiving his message, Lu Mingshen leaned back on his chair and looked up at Hongxia in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the general manager's office.But what he wanted to see was not the sunset glow, but the appearance of that person in the glow.

In the morning, he asked Yan Hai openly and privately how to get closer to his "friends". He even searched the Internet for relevant tutorials and got a similar answer: start with daily life.

On the other side, Cen Xing, who didn't feel that he was "raided" at all, walked to the grazing area and heard the old horseman say, "This is all the draft horses in the racecourse."

Inside the wooden fence, a few draw horses flicked their tails and moved their ears slightly when they saw people approaching. Just standing there, they were two or three times taller than ordinary riding horses.This was the idea that Cen Xing came up with when he competed last time. He wanted to give Lu Mingshen a gift.

However, although Cen Xing has learned riding since childhood, it is still the first time to control a draft horse.The draw horse is thick and strong, and most people can't ride it. Most of them are used as carriages or harnesses.

He turned over and sat in the custom-made carriage. The alternative driving method made him feel very novel. He needed to ensure that he could control these heavy horses by himself and reduce the bumps.

After the first lap, he wrote down the violations and sent them to a rider he met in a foreign country last time, hoping to get suggestions for improvement.

"Mr. Cen!" As soon as he sent the message, a voice suddenly came from behind: "You are indeed here!"

"Mr. Morton?" Cen Xing turned around, unbelievable. The person walking towards him was the rider he asked for advice on the phone: "Aren't you in England?"

"Surprise!" Morton stepped forward to shake hands with him in a gentlemanly manner, glanced behind him, and said pleasantly, "Come here to visit an old friend, you can call me Jerry, this is your carriage?"

"Yes." Cen Xing discussed improvement methods with him, and accidentally talked about the darkness.

When Cen Xing hurried back to Lu's villa, it was almost past dinner time, he started reacting, and saw Lu Mingshen sitting at the dining table with the dishes on the table intact.

"Are you waiting for me?" Sitting next to him, Cen Xing asked nervously, "I was discussing with a friend and forgot the time."

"No." Lu Mingshen lightly signaled the butler to get ready, and asked casually, "Who are you discussing with?"

"Morton, do you know him?" Cen Xing was hungry, tore off a whole piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth: "His idea is very interesting."

His eyes darkened, Lu Mingshen held the knife and fork tightly, and did not speak.

After finding out that Lu Mingshen had a crush on him, Cen Xing had a different feeling about the new house. He lay on the bed, not knowing what to do next.

At first, he thought that Lu Mingshen was incompetent and would not have other ideas, but he ignored it, and even if he couldn't, he would still be emotional.

Turning on the phone, he sent a message asking Jiang Wangchao: Do ​​you think I'm attacking?

Jiang Wangchao:? ? ?you've been drinking?

On the other hand, Lu Mingshen finally let go of the last bit of reserve due to the "appearance of a rival in love" and a sense of crisis, and euphemistically told his bad friend about Cen Xing's "little misunderstanding" about him.

Yan Hai:? ? ?what do you think?

This night Cen Xing was not surprised to have another indescribable dream, and it was more realistic than the previous few times, and he was almost able to see the appearance of that black shadow clearly.When he woke up in the morning, he washed his face with cold water, looked at the handsome young man in the mirror, and realized a serious problem: he and Lu Mingshen slept together, and dreamed of doing this and that with others, did he count as knitting a hat?

However, Lu Mingshen should be able to understand... right?He was just having fun in his dream, nothing happened in reality, not to mention Lu Mingshen's body doomed them not to be a real couple, unless...

Shocked, Cen Xing was frightened by his own thoughts: he won't do 1!

During the whole breakfast, Cen Xing almost didn't dare to look into Lu Mingshen's eyes, and took a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, then ran out in a hurry on the pretext that the racecourse was busy.

The atmosphere in the dining room was like freezing. Lu Mingshen was sitting at the main seat, with a face that was about to rain, and no one dared to touch the tiger's tail.

"Morning." Knowing nothing about what happened in the villa, Cen Xing went to the racecourse and saw Morton standing at the door of the stable from a distance, looking around. He greeted him friendly: "Who are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for you." Morton took out a bouquet of bright red roses from behind as if by magic: "It matches you very well."

Frowning, Cen Xing deeply felt that he had a lot of rotten peach blossoms recently, so he said euphemistically: "Did you make a mistake somewhere?"

"Bright red roses represent fiery love." Morton covered his heart and said affectionately, "You don't think that I came to China for no reason? You asked me for an excuse before, didn't you hint?"

He grabbed Cen Xing's hand: "You succeeded."

"Please respect yourself." Pulling out his hand forcefully, Cen Xing suppressed his anger and said word by word: "I'm already married, in order to completely dispel any thoughts you shouldn't have, let me tell you clearly that the carriage is for my husband .”

The hand holding the flower paused, and Morton's lips trembled. What he heard from Meng Qian was obviously not the case, and he asked eagerly: "I know that Mr. Lu is your husband, but you are not real husband and wife, right? I don't Mind if you don't have a name."

Cen Xing: ...? ? ?

Thinking that he was wavering, Morton said sincerely: "For a beautiful and handsome person like you, the marriage system is a shackle, and I will help you break it. I believe that if your husband really loves you, he will agree."

"There is no need for outsiders to intervene in the affairs between me and my husband." Cen Xing took a step back, with a serious and firm expression that Morton had never seen before, and said firmly: "You don't understand, liking is exclusive, and you can't share it with others. Yes. If my husband keeps saying that he loves me, but at the same time is indifferent to me being with other people, it can only be said that he doesn't care about me at all."

Lowering his eyes, he remained polite and said, "I never thought you would misunderstand me like this. No matter what you plan to do next, please don't disturb my life and my husband's life again. Thank you for your advice during this time."

Seeing Cen Xing walking away without any hesitation, and Morton's back in despair, Lu Mingshen let out a long sigh of relief in front of the monitoring screen: Since little Xingxing has the same idea as him, what are you waiting for?

Perhaps it was an episode in the morning. Lu Mingshen noticed that Cen Xing was visibly depressed when he came home at night, and even the desserts and the cute little Jin didn't cheer him up.

In the middle of the night, Lu Mingshen went back to the bedroom and saw Cen Xing with his back turned to him, wondering if he had slept.

"I have a proposal." Lu Mingshen lay beside him, his deep voice was very clear in the quiet bedroom: "Would you like to try to do what a real couple should do?"

Cen Xing was shocked: Is this Lu Mingshen, offering to sacrifice himself to him?

"You have three days to think about it." This is the method that Lu Mingshen thought about for a long time, although he didn't expect that Cen Xing's understanding was the opposite, so he calmly explained: "Don't be stressed, think of it as fulfilling the marriage contract or releasing pressure. do not mind."

He doesn't mind taking the time to open Cen Xing's heart, and at the same time, he doesn't give up other reliable methods. After all, the last step is to unite body and mind. What's the difference between sooner or later?

But I don't mind, Cen Xing tried to play dumb: "I don't understand what you mean?"

Force 0 to do 1, and the sky will be struck by lightning.He wanted to scold people, but that's not what he said at the beginning. Doesn't that mean that he has to make money for Lu Mingshen's competition during the day, and "please" the sponsor at night?This is a more social agreement than a social animal, and he won't do it!

"like this."

In the next second, Cen Xing was forcefully embraced into a warm embrace, and the refreshing fragrance of the medicine made him drowsy. Lu Mingshen's hand reached out to him, and before he could react, it was in his ear, like magic whispered, "Open your mouth."

What does he want to do?Before rationality stopped him, Cen Xing's instinct betrayed him. Lu Mingshen's slightly callused fingertips rubbed back and forth on his lips, as if carrying a tiny electric current, his whole body was unbearably soft.This was just an appetizer, without paying attention, Lu Mingshen's slender fingers slipped into his mouth, lingering on the tip of his tongue like teasing a cat's tail.

The unprecedented feeling made the corners of Cen Xing's eyes turn red, and he didn't even know how to resist, like a cat pinched by the back of its neck, there was nothing he could do except let the people behind him do whatever they wanted.

"But I'm not good at technology." After finally waiting for the man to let him go, Cen Xing burst into tears, not forgetting to defend his position: "I'm afraid you won't feel well."

It was the first time he was treated like this, almost crying, why wasn't the person behind it Gong?

Lu Mingshen: ...I feel insulted.

Could it be that Cen Xing thought that since he was unable to move, the other half should do it by himself?He darkened his face: "You don't have to do anything."

The author has something to say: Cen Xing: Whatever you say, I'm not 1!

Lu Mingshen (the devil whispers): Then you lie down

感谢在2020-10-0823:37:53~2020-10-1010:01:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: hand over 14 bottles of Xiaoyuganmao; 5 bottles of honor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!