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

Putting one hand on his arm, Cen Xing's body was shaking, this kiss was different from the one at the wedding, but it was very similar to the dream, wrapped in tender sugar coating, actually full of predatory and possessive.

Cen Xing felt like a fruit candy, which was contained on the tip of his tongue and quickly melted under the heat, turning into a soft syrup.

The air in the back seat of the car seemed to be heating up, his hands slipped down unknowingly, he leaned back, his eyes were half-closed, there was almost no other way except being occupied.

When Cen Xing was buried in the pillow and soon softened into a puddle of water, Lu Mingshen parted the lips of the two, but still held him tightly in his arms, like a beast marking its prey.

In his eyes, at this moment, Cen Xing's cheeks seemed to be painted with rouge, and a pair of black eyes were shining with water. His eyes were like a deer caught in a trap, full of grievances, delicious and alluring, always arousing people's heart. human thoughts.

Wanting to wrap him up in his coat so that no one else could touch him, Lu Mingshen stroked Cen Xing's reddened eyes with one hand, and felt the person in his arms trembling slightly.

It took a long while to adjust her chaotic breathing, Cen Xing stared at Lu Mingshen blankly, thinking for a moment that he was in a dream, especially the madness that was faintly revealed in the black pupils.

"What are you doing?" Realizing that he was pressing on the seat, the heat on Cen Xing's lips and body made him unable to exert himself, and his voice trembled: "Let me get up."

What is he resisting?Lu Mingshen lowered his face, straightened up slightly, but smoothly brought the person into his arms, like a lion protecting its food.

Cen Xing: ...

Why is Lu Mingshen so skillful?The blush on Cen Xing's face didn't seem to fade away, he bit his lip, it seemed that there was only one way to go, even though it was cruel, he wanted to tell that person the truth tonight, they had the same model, only melancholy!

"Are you angry?" Taking a full look at the changes in his expression, Lu Mingshen really wanted to rub the corners of his drooping eyes, but Cen Xing seemed a little sad, why?

"No." Hugging him hard, Cen Xing calmed down, because he knew what would happen, but he was extraordinarily calm: "We seem to be here." The only worry may be that Lu Mingshen should not accuse him of deceiving his feelings, he did not Deliberately pretend to attack.

It was dusk when the two arrived, and half of the golden sunset was immersed in the endless sea. The comfortable sea breeze blew their forehead hair, and the air was filled with the unique saltiness of sea water.

The wheelchair was pressed against the wooden planks by the side of the road, creaking and creaking, and Lu Mingshen asked coldly, "Do you want to play?"

Noticing that after getting out of the car, Cen Xing's gaze fell to the beach not far away, Lu Mingshen turned the wheelchair in the same direction and stared into the eyes of that person.The warm afterglow shone on Cen Xing's body, making his eyes shine like the sea water reflected by the setting sun, and the golden light outlined the already delicate facial contours like an elf.

After realizing that he was asking himself, Cen Xing looked away and asked tentatively, "Are you together?"

He didn't expect the other party to agree. When he saw the man turning the wheelchair without saying a word, two small dimples formed at the corners of his mouth. He threw off his shoes casually, stepped barefoot on the beach, and left a series of footprints around Lu Mingshen.

"What do you want to pile?" With black hair stuck to his forehead, Cen Xing made a big sand pile with his hands, like a child who got his favorite toy, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his milk-colored arms.

"I haven't stacked them before." Lu Mingshen said truthfully, "You try first."

"Okay," Cen Xing bent down, squeezed the semi-wet sand into a prototype, raised his head and asked, "Do you see it?"

"Understood." From Lu Mingshen's perspective, he could just see through the neckline, and he coughed softly, "Shall I help you?"

"Come on." Cen Xing couldn't help laughing when he saw him unbuttoning his cuff buttons, his expression focused as if he was dealing with some million-dollar project.

The two worked together to fix the shape, and when they were short of pinching the details, Cen Xing wanted to pull out the sand underneath, but was caught off guard, and Lu Mingshen grabbed his palm in the sand.He raised his head in bewilderment, and suddenly he was suffocated for breathing. The fingertips of the two were entangled in the slippery sand, and the palm was pinched gently, which was both crisp and numb, and his face burned uncontrollably.

Lu Mingshen half-folded across from him, with piercing eyes, as if trying to melt him into them.I don't know who started it, there seemed to be an irresistible gravitational force, the two chased each other's eyes at the same time, getting closer and closer.Cen Xing saw himself in that person's eyes, soft as if surrounded by affection, the tips of each other's noses were as close as they were, and when there was less than one centimeter left of their lips...

"Oh!"

A gorgeous firework exploded in the sky, and the colorful fireworks glowed in unique colors under the setting sun. The tacit affection between the two, like fireworks, spread uncontrollably.

"Would you like to have dinner?" Cen Xing lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and Cen Xing heard his own heartbeat, which might be louder than the sound of fireworks.

"Okay." Reluctantly pulling out his hand, Lu Mingshen looked down at the quicksand slipping from between his fingers, he wanted to hold on tightly so that Cen Xing would not escape.

The two chose a cozy small shop facing the setting sun. Lu Mingshen took the menu but didn't look at it. Instead, he asked Cen Xing: "What do you like to eat?"

"Would you like to order?" Cen Xing felt that Lu Mingshen seemed to be in a good mood tonight, so he boldly ordered two home-cooked dishes that he wanted to eat. As soon as he closed the menu, he heard the person say, "I want the same."

Seeing Lu Mingshen handing back the menu intact, Cen Xing asked uncertainly, "Can you get used to it?"

"I want to try your favorite taste," Lu Mingshen said bluntly, "I want to know what you like to eat."

What does this imply?Cen Xing clutched his chest, saying that this was beyond the scope of hinting, it was about to become explicit Hey!Mr. Lu, where's your facial paralysis character?No matter how you say it, you can flirt without warning.

Before he could calm down his swaying little heart, he heard Lu Mingshen ask again: "What songs do you like to listen to?"

As slow as Cen Xing, he finally realized that Lu Mingshen was trying to understand him?In order to persuade him to attack, is he humbled to this extent?

Looking at the two musicians playing and singing in the middle of the restaurant, Cen Xing rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I ask you, liar of love, have you heard of it?"

Lu Mingshen:? !

The complexion suddenly became slightly subtle, Lu Mingshen seemed to be struggling, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "I have heard."

Cen Xing suppressed a smile: "I still want them to play it for you." The next second, he heard Lu Mingshen say: "No need."

Sure enough, Cen Xing secretly lamented his wit, and paused in the air with the hand that had just picked up the water glass, watching helplessly as the waiter handed the musician's violin to Lu Mingshen.

Cen Xing:? ? ?

After setting up the violin, Lu Mingshen tried the soundtrack. In front of the stunned Cen Xing, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had the illusion that even billions of investment projects were not going all out like they are doing now.

Cen Xing's face couldn't hold back any longer, the first time he asked Lu Mingshen to "order a song", he actually...

The sound of the violin is elegant, Lu Mingshen's playing style is refined and elegant, and the slender five-finger image will endow the strings with soul. Many diners were attracted by the sound and showed friendly smiles.

Cen Xing stared at the person opposite, he didn't seem to dislike the vulgarity of the song selection at all, he still had that calm expression, and he could even see a bit of enjoyment.

The last note drifted away with the wind, and when night fell, Lu Mingshen put down the piano and asked with a light smile, "Is it okay?"

Oops!Cen Xing felt that his heartbeat was completely out of control and his breathing was short of breath. Lu Mingshen's eyes were deep and reflected against the flickering candlelight on the table, as if with magical power, making people willing to let go of their guard.

"Very good." When the waiter served the food, Cen Xing saw Lu Mingshen returning the violin to the musician, and suppressed his restless heartbeat: "Why have you never watched you practice at home?"

"I've practiced, I'm afraid I'll disturb you." Lu Mingshen looked at the dishes in front of him. It seemed simple, and the color and aroma were all drawn out by the ingredients themselves, arousing people's taste buds with the most primitive umami taste, just like Cen Xing gave people the feeling.

"Can I still listen to it next time?" Cen Xing blinked: "I didn't expect that you would secretly hide and practice."

"I have all the hobbies that ordinary people have." Of course, there are also extraordinary ones, Lu Mingshen thought to himself, twisted up a tissue, and wiped the gravy from the corner of his mouth: "As long as you are willing to listen, I will practice more proficiently next time."

Cen Xing: ...

It was the first time that he and Lu Mingshen had dinner outside the villa, Cen Xing relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, swishing the wine glass with one hand, squinting at the sea in the night, under the silence, there was a dark current.

When he was struggling with how to hint at Lu Mingshen's own model number, his phone vibrated at an inappropriate time, and the caller was one of the most disruptive people - Mrs. Lu.

Lu Mingshen had just received a call from the company and was away for the time being. Cen Xing didn't even want to press the call, but he didn't expect the other party to be stubborn, as if he would keep calling if he didn't block her.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Cen Xingmo knew it in his mind, maintained a polite tone, and connected the phone.

"I heard that Mingshen was outside with you, and he didn't answer my call." Madam Lu's voice was far from being as aggressive as the previous few times, instead she seemed to be worried about something, and asked in a low voice: "Did he quarrel with Ming Ye? "

"Yes, because Lu Mingye didn't respect his elder brother, I personally taught him a lesson." Cen Xing said bluntly: "This time I was indeed the one who beat up, I dare to admit what I did."

Mrs. Lu was choked by him for a long time, unable to speak, before asking: "Can you let Ming Shen come to answer the phone?"

Cen Xing was unmoved: "He's not here right now, he's busy with business, I have nothing else to do and I'll hang up first."

"Wait!" Mrs. Lu sniffled. When did she beg her back, especially like Cen Xing, but for the sake of her two sons, she had to lower her face: "Can you tell Ming Shen not to talk to Ming Ye?" Do you care about it? Mingye has been having a rough time in the company recently, being annoyed by his father every day, and he couldn't control it for a while, if Mingshen knows, please be considerate of him."

Knowing her guilty conscience, Mrs. Lu lowered her posture, her palms and backs were full of flesh, she couldn't figure out how the two brothers could just say they were against each other.

"Why do the older ones have to let the younger ones? Isn't Lu Mingshen your son?" Cen Xing was indifferent: "I won't tell him that I'm on Lu Mingshen's side. Whoever thinks badly about him, don't even think about living with me This is off."

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank. Lu Mingshen steered the wheelchair back, put one hand lightly on his shoulder, and took the mobile phone in his hand with the other.

Without changing his face, he hung up the call, Lu Mingshen returned the phone to him, and made a "shh" gesture with his index finger: "Tonight is a world for two."

Cen Xing: ...My God!

Why did Lu Mingshen say this kind of greasy words from another person without the slightest violation? !

After the dinner was over with complicated moods, the moment the two of them got into the car, there was a rumbling sound from the sky, and dark gray clouds blocked the moonlight. Before they could return to the villa, big raindrops poured down and hit the roof of the car hard.

"Be careful not to get wet." Holding an umbrella next to Lu Mingshen, half of Cen Xing's body was wet, a short distance of more than ten meters, and when the two entered the room, he suddenly sneezed.

Aunt Fang quickly handed them towels: "Don't catch a cold, go take a bath first."

After changing their clothes, Cen Xing took a warm bath comfortably, returned to the bedroom and was about to lie down, but was stopped by Lu Mingshen: "Drink something to warm up first."

"Next time, ask someone to prepare to extend the canopy." Lu Mingshen looked out of the window, the shower blurred the window, and the world was in chaos. He turned his head, and under the orange light, Cen Xing held the cup and sipped the ginger tea inside.His face was flushed red from the heat, and his cheeks fluttered a little when he drank tea, like a gluttonous little hamster.

Xu Shi felt his gaze, Cen Xing raised his head, and the two said almost at the same time: "Do you want to listen to the violin?" "Can I listen to you play a song?"

Frozen for a moment, the corners of Cen Xing's mouth twitched, the beautiful dimples were soft, Lu Mingshen almost couldn't restrain himself from raising his hand to rub it.

It was raining heavily outside the window, Cen Xing was lying on the rocking chair, the sound of the piano was melodious in the room, the bow in Lu Mingshen's hand stirred the strings, his expression was focused, the music score seemed to be in his heart, as if he was using the music to create a relationship that belonged only to the two of them. world.

"It sounds good." Cen Xing sniffed, his eyes sparkling: "Did you often perform before?"

Putting down the piano, Lu Mingshen shook his head and said with concentration: "I only play for people I want to hear."

Cen Xing: How could he do that!

"Is your hair dry?" Feeling that his heart had been twitched too many times in one night, Cen Xing was almost unable to hold on, so he lay half on the pillow, pasted Lu Mingshen's forehead hair casually, and asked jokingly, "Would you like to help me?" Blow it?"

Cen Xing's fingertips were soft and warm. When stroking the skin under the hair, Lu Mingshen felt a tingling, as if teasing.

He awkwardly grabbed Cen Xing's hand and stuffed it under the quilt: "Blow dry, go to bed early."

If you want to attack for love, you have to be able to flirt back.

Approaching him, Cen Xing tugged at his sleeve: "You said that day, I don't have to do anything, what do you mean?"

Could it be that modern technology is so advanced, and there are fully automatic attacking and receiving machines?

Lu Mingshen replied dryly: "It's literally."

Cen Xing turned his head to look at him: "Can you explain to me? How to do it?" This sentence is actually not a test, but an academic discussion. He really didn't understand what should be done without doing it, and how to advance the "process"?

"Now?" Lu Mingshen stared at him without a word, what was Cen Xing thinking?Is it express?Explanation is not as good as practice.

Not noticing the ever-changing emotions in Lu Mingshen's eyes, Cen Xing's attention was attracted to a place under the quilt opposite, like a tiger's tail, not very pleasing to the eye.

For some unknown reason, Cen Xing stretched out his hand and pressed it down.But as if against him, once he let go, he got up again.

Lu Mingshen: ...

Cen Xing: ...

This involves his blind spot of knowledge, can't Lu Mingshen just accept it?

As if he didn't believe in evil, Cen Xing held it down again for a little longer, but once he let go...

Lu Mingshen: Is he expressing dissatisfaction?Because he has not acted for a long time, he has to use actions to mock?

When Cen Xing stretched out his hand for the fourth or fifth time, his wrist was pinched suddenly, Lu Mingshen's voice was low and threatening: "Are you dissatisfied with it?"

The author has something to say: Cen Xing (shuddering): That... so ugly!do not come!

Lu Mingshen (serious): It's ugly, so can you hide it for me?

Cen Xing:? !

Thank you very much for the blessings of the little angels. In fact, my birthday is on the 15th, and I will work harder to update it.

感谢在2020-10-1223:56:36~2020-10-1423:38:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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