Borrowing a Kiss

    Back to the apartment, on the eleventh floor, Liang Muqiu did not let Cen Nan enter.

    He stood in the door holding the bouquet of roses, his eyes were so delicate, he couldn't tell who was better looking between him and the roses.

    Especially with thorns.

    Liang Muqiu said, "Don't follow me, go back to your own house. We have eaten breakfast, and I have collected the flowers. Now I think you are annoying and don't want to see you."

    Cen Nan didn't expect to go in.

    He knew that he was nothing to Liang Muqiu, and he would come and go. But he didn't have any dissatisfaction, and was even quite happy.

    But he was obviously taller than Liang Muqiu, but he bent down deliberately, got close, stared at Liang Muqiu with a pair of dark eyes, and asked, "Then can I come at night?"

    Liang Muqiu was seen uncomfortable and said, "Why are you here, I can give you edamame if you want to see it."

    Cen Nan is straightforward, "See you."

    Liang Muqiu was startled.

    He didn't say good or bad, he held the door handle and pushed Cen Nan out.

    "Let's talk about it, see my mood."

    Liang Muqiu entered the house, locked the door, and the house was clean again.

    He flipped out a large vase from the storage room, inserted all the roses in one breath, and placed them on the small rattan table on the balcony. Under the sun, the flowers looked particularly ostentatious.

    He rushed Cen Nan to go back to sleep, but he didn't make up his sleep. After getting Edamame breakfast, he continued to write the script.

    He didn't finish his work at night, and he didn't pay attention to Cen Nan.

    The next day, at two o'clock in the afternoon, he changed his clothes and went to meet the other two co-writers of his project.

    The three found a private room in a cafe to further refine the plot of each episode.

    The two co-writers are his junior sister and junior brother. They are both still very young. They have just stepped into the university campus not long ago. The boy's name is Zhu Tao and the girl's name is Huang Yaqiong. Yes, I met him a few times.

    Because of this relationship, although he is in charge of this project, these two young people are not afraid of life, they tell him everything, and stick to him to order cakes.

    Liang Muqiu also responded with a good temper, but just laughed at them, "Drink less coffee, wait for you to work for a few more years, and by my time, coffee will be useless."

    Huang Yaqiong touched her eyes with lingering fears, "No way, I'm always sleepy if I don't drink it. Since I entered this industry, no matter how expensive eye cream is, it's useless."

    Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Liang Muqiu enviously. Liang Muqiu didn't wear makeup like her, she had a pure face, and casually wore a T-shirt, but her skin was unbelievably good, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she was not like her. Celebrities are no different.

    It's really more popular than the dead.

    She couldn't help but ask Liang Muqiu, "Senior brother, how do you usually take care of yourself? Teach me, I think I'm almost ten years old."

    Liang Muqiu took a sip of coffee, and without raising her head, sent her four words: "It's all about genes. My mother is young, I'm genetic."

    Huang Yaqiong was speechless, bowed her head angrily, and continued to study the script.

    The three of them kept busy until the evening. The first fifteen episodes were just finished. They leaned on the sofa and took a short rest. The coffee had bottomed out and continued again.

      , so there must be a variety of touching girl heart bridges.

    In order to think about these romantic plots, Huang Yaqiong felt that her brain was about to be hollowed out, and she had three more tattoos on her forehead.

    She looked at her brother Liang. Although he was nearly thirty, he was still very handsome. At first glance, he looked like a master in the wind and moon field, and couldn't help but want to dig out of him order something.

    "Senior brother, please give us some ideas, what kind of romance did you have in your previous relationship?" She looked at Liang Muqiu eagerly, "Aren't you particularly experienced?"

    Liang Muqiu was still sorting out the documents. Hearing this slander at first, he couldn't help but raise his head, "Who told you? How come I have rich experience."

    "Mr. Luo said it," Huang Yaqiong took it for granted, "He said that you can be popular in school, and there will be long queues of people chasing you, but you have passed through thousands of flowers, A leaf does not stick to the body, and there is no mercy everywhere."

    She glanced at Liang Muqiu's face and quickly added, "This is Teacher Luo's original words, not what I said."

    Liang Muqiu: "…"

    This teacher Luo is none other than his teacher, Mr. Luo Wen.

    Mr. Luo is good at everything, but when he is happy, he runs the train with his mouth full, and three points can be rendered as ten points. He is indeed born to be a screenwriter.

    Liang Muqiu could only swallow the insults that came to her lips.

    Huang Yaqiong laughed, "Isn't that the first love?"

    She thought, it's been seven or eight years, it shouldn't be a scar, and asked, "I can make you tempted, that person should be very good?"

    This time even Zhu Tao came to the spirit and looked over curiously.

    Liang Muqiu is usually the most impatient to answer these questions.

    But he looked at the screen and remembered the bouquet of roses he received in the morning, and his temper softened a little.

    "It's good," he said, "but I didn't care about him at the time, I just thought he was handsome."

    His sexual orientation is no longer a secret, so he didn't avoid it deliberately, and he smiled after saying that.

    He slowly suggested to his junior sister, "But don't learn to look at my face, it's not good, it's easy to run into a bastard."

    But he doesn't know how sultry he just smiled.

    Huang Yaqiong was laughing a little bit by him, so she didn't believe his follow-up advice, and asked again, "Then whoever confessed first, is there any romantic plot for me to learn from? a bit."

    Who confessed first?

    Liang Muqiu paused, his face became a little subtle.

    He glanced out the window, and for a moment, it was like returning to that rainy summer, the empty teaching building, the wet shirt, and the body temperature of two people hugging each other .

    "I confessed," he said softly, "but he told me that it was his heart that moved first."

    In the summer of eighteen years old, he desperately confessed, thinking it was a desperate attempt, thinking that he would not get a response, like a dying person jumping off a cliff and falling to pieces.

    But Cen Nan held him firmly and didn't let his heart fall to the ground.

    To this day, he still clearly remembers the tenderness of that moment.

    He was thinking about old things in his mind, and his subordinates made a mistake, typed a line of garbled characters and quickly deleted it.

    Seeing that Huang Yaqiong was eager to try and wanted to ask again, he quickly interrupted, "Okay, stop, what are you two going to do? My love affair was very common back then, and there was nothing romantic to offer. Here it is, if I had it, I would have used it myself."

    Huang Yaqiong puffed up her face and was very disappointed that she could not dig out the material.

    But she also wisely did not ask any further questions, and continued to rack her brains to fight with the subject in front of her.

    At seven o'clock in the evening, Liang Muqiu closed the computer and announced that today's work was over.

    He is the oldest and the person in charge. He originally wanted to invite his junior sister and junior brother to dinner, but he did not want young people to be rich in social interaction, so he already had an appointment.

    Huang Yaqiong and Zhu Tao were enthusiastic and invited him to go with them.

    "I don't care," Liang Muqiu waved, "If you don't join in the fun, there is a dog waiting for me at home."

    He swears, he only thinks of edamame when he says this.

    But almost as soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang, and Cen Nan's name flashed on the screen.

    Liang Muqiu's expression was subtle for a while, but he forgot after a day's work that there was a large dog waiting to "wag his tail" to him.

    He answered the phone.

    Cen Nan really asked, "Qiuqiu, are you at home?"

    "I'm not here, I'll talk to people about work."

    "Are you finished then?"

    Liang Muqiu looked at the two people who were chatting and packing up in front of him, and still told the truth, "It's over."

    It really went up there.

    "Then can I come pick you up? I want to have dinner with you before going to the movies."

    Liang Muqiu tapped on the table with her fingers, "You have a good arrangement, and there are after-dinner activities."

    However, he was in a traffic jam today, so he came here by subway. It would be nice to have a free driver.

    He thought about it and said, "Come on, No. 25 Xiangli Road, Emerald Stone Cafe."

    Cen Nan came quickly.

     Before Zhu Tao and Huang Yaqiong left, Cen Nan's car was already parked on the side of the road.

    The two thought that Liang Muqiu had an appointment with a friend just now, but seeing such a handsome young man smiling at Liang Muqiu outside the window, the fool thought it was a friend, and they both looked at Liang Muqiu.

    Liang Muqiu blushed when they looked at him, and said, "What are you looking at?"

    The three walked out together.

    Huang Yaqiong arched Liang Muqiu's arm, she still remembered that Liang Muqiu said that she had talked for a while, and asked with a smile, "Senior brother, is that your friend, or your second spring? How handsome."

    Liang Muqiu tapped her on the head with the information, and reached out to push the door.

    "Neither. You two gossip less and work more."

    After he finished speaking, he walked straight to Cen Nan, regardless of his younger brother and sister.

    Liang Muqiu thought while walking.

    Where is the second spring?