Borrowing a Kiss

    Cen Nan listened carefully to Liang Muqiu's words.

    In just one minute, his heart seemed to be pinched by Liang Muqiu in the palm of his hand, brought to a high place by Liang Muqiu, and let go of his hand lightly, all the way down.

    But in the end, the heart did not fall on the cold ground, but was wrapped in warm water.

    He thought that most of his luck in his life was spent on meeting Liang Muqiu.

    Even if he is despicable, mean, and a bastard, Liang Muqiu will always soften his heart when he is in pain.

    His Qiuqiu is right, there are no ifs in this world, only results.

    In the end, Liang Muqiu chose him.

    He actually had a lot to say to Liang Muqiu, but he didn't know where to start. He looked at Liang Muqiu with a pair of dark and deep eyes. He was terrified just now, but now he seems to be suffocating The water, reflecting the moonlight, illuminates a cavity of love.

    "You're right," he obediently admitted his mistake, "I'm too careful, I know I'm not qualified to ask, and I shouldn't be jealous."

    "I just..." He pursed his lips, "Can't help it."

    It sounds like a bullied little daughter-in-law.

    Liang Muqiu cursed in her heart, and the black heart lotus came to pretend to be a little white flower again.

    But the black heart lotus is really good-looking, especially with such gentle eyebrows and slightly melancholy looking at him, she really looks like a quiet and well-behaved beauty under the moon.

    Liang Muqiu had to turn his head to the side and coughed, "Don't be squeamish, eat quickly, the dishes are cold."

    Cen Nan graciously agreed.

    But he didn't have the heart to eat, all he thought about was how to eat Liang Muqiu.

    Fortunately, the last remaining dish was a sweet soup after dinner, and it was finished in three or two.

    On the way back to the hotel, Cen Nan drove the car to the fastest speed within the allowable range.

    Liang Muqiu was puzzled at first, thinking, is it possible that Cen Nan is still angry and spilled it all on the car?

    But when he entered the door, he was breathless when he was kissed by Cen Nan, and he knew that Cen Nan was not angry, but affectionate.

    Liang Muqiu was so kissed that she couldn't speak, her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the back of her hand was on her lips, so as not to make her voice too embarrassing.

    His shirt was unbuttoned at some point, and the soft fabric was crumpled, thrown on the sofa, and slid to the ground.

    At least when he lowered his head, he could clearly see Cen Nan's teeth holding his zipper.

    A muffled grunt came out of his throat.

    He was half-kneeling in front of him.

    The crow's feather-like eyelashes lifted slightly, revealing a pair of bright eyes, looking at him almost obsessively.

    Liang Muqiu's heart was hot, remembering that in the school library, Cen Nan tricked him into kissing him at the end of the bookshelf, and it was the same look.

    People who have always been indifferent and noble are more attractive.

    He swears, and grabs Cen Nan's clothes uncontrollably.

    "You will seduce people," he whispered, unable to tell whether he was complaining or encouraging, "Do law schools abroad teach you this?"

    Cen Nan smiled sullenly, his eyes bent, all as a compliment.

    The two mingled all the way from the living room to the bed.

    Liang Muqiu didn't let go, Cen Nan didn't take the last step, as if at this time he picked up propriety, righteousness and shame, and be a humble gentleman.

    Liang Muqiu was hung up and down, her soul seemed to be floating in mid-air, but she couldn't hold her face to speak by herself, looking at Cen Nan with resentment.

    But he couldn't pick out what was wrong with Cen Nan.

    Just after taking him to the bathroom to take a shower, Cen Nan was cutting his nails again, gentle and meticulous, as if selling himself to Liang Muqiu, and he must serve this master with all his heart.

    Liang Muqiu's hands are also good-looking, and the hand that writes and holds the pen has not worn out any calluses. The ten fingers are slender and as moist as white jade.

    He was lying on the bed, squinting at Cen Nan. After taking a bath, Cen Nan changed into a nightgown, dark grey silk, and the belt was loosely tied, revealing a large piece of skin on his chest. The marks he scratched out, his hair was half-dried, not as serious and regular in the daytime, but somewhat messy and sexy.

    Liang Muqiu smiled lazily, "You look like a lawyer now."

    Cen Nan looked at him, "What does that look like?"

    He took a look at Cen Nan and said deliberately, "Like the young master of the clubhouse," he looked at Cen Nan's face, "Looking at your beauty, it is possible that you can still make a name for yourself."

    Cen Nan also smiled, he picked up the tissue on his lap, threw it into the trash can, and lay back next to Liang Muqiu.

    He took Liang Muqiu's fingertips and kissed him, and asked, "Will Mr. Liang wrap me up? I'm very obedient."

    Liang Muqiu thought to herself, you are still working hard.

      I can't afford it, our little screenwriter is very poor."

    Cen Nan has come to kiss his forehead.

    "It's not expensive," Cen Nan's voice was a little vague because of the kiss, "I recommend a pillow seat, I would like to disperse the family wealth, and ask Mr. Liang to sleep."

    This ecstasy soup is really good.

    Liang Muqiu was so kissed that her waist was a little weak, so she reluctantly said, "Who cares."

    But in his heart he was also a little bit unwilling to go to the morning.

    What studio to go to, what drama to discuss.

    Is it Concubine Cen who doesn't sleep well?

    But he just thinks.

    At ten o'clock the next day, Liang Muqiu appeared on the set while yawning.

    Cen Nan naturally followed him. He changed his casual style a few days ago, and kept things casual but delicate, like a male peacock with an open screen, and sat down beside him .

    Wen Yang was probably popularized by Liu Fengtao yesterday, and looking at the two of them today, it is obvious that he has already reminisced about it, which means he is watching a good show.

    Although Liang Muqiu is now thick-skinned, she is a little embarrassed to be looked at like this by her former blind date.

    While Cen Nan went out to answer the phone, Wen Yang sat next to Liang Muqiu with a ponytail.

    "Screenwriter Liang," he rested his chin in one hand, obviously a very attractive adult man, and looked a little naive when he smiled, "Did you reject me at that time because of him?"

    He asked bluntly, Liang Muqiu didn't know how to make an excuse for a while.

    He did talk to Wen Yang at the time, because he didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want Wen Yang to misunderstand, he frankly said that he hadn't come out of his past relationship.

    Now that he is asked, he can only recognize it.

    "Well, it's him." Liang Muqiu said.

    Wen Yang smiled and said, "I was saddened by your rejection for a long time. Now when I see this Mr. Cen, I realize that I am not your dish. ."

    Liang Muqiu basked in the sun.

    Of course he wouldn't believe this kind of scene, at most Wen Yang didn't dislike him at the time and could contact him again.

    Sure enough, not long after, Wen Yang rolled his eyes and said gossip, "Screenwriter Liang, how did you two know each other? I think he has a very fierce temper, you won't suffer when you are with him. Bully."

    Liang Muqiu turned the pen in her hand.

    "Ferocious?" He asked Wen Yang, "Do you think he is fierce?"

    Wen Yang nodded, "He looks at me like that, but he doesn't look like a good stubble. A jealous man is the most terrifying."

    Liang Muqiu did not speak.

    People probably won't believe it. When he was with Cen Nan, he was the "fierce" one. When he was young, he quarreled. When he was in a hurry, he could throw bowls and cups at home, but Cen Nan never did.

    Is it possible to ask for it all in bed later.

    Liang Muqiu smiled and said softly, "He didn't dare to get angry with me."

    This sentence made Wen Yang curious again.

    Although it doesn't look like it, he actually likes to listen to gossip.

    But Liang Muqiu obviously won't go further, and he was immediately scratching his head.

    As soon as Cen Nan came back, he saw Wen Yang sitting next to Liang Muqiu, the two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

    His face sank, but he quickly calmed down. He sat back next to Liang Muqiu and smiled at Wen Yang, "What are you talking about, can I hear it?"

    Wen Yang had hair behind his back from his laughter.

    He is the most impatient of such hypocritical people.

    After a few minutes of chatting, he found an excuse to find Liu Fengtao.

    When Wen Yang left, Liang Muqiu smashed Cen Nan lightly with the script.

    "Be careful," he said.

    Cen Nanhun didn't care, relying on the busyness of everyone on the set, he secretly held Liang Muqiu's hand under the table, like in a classroom when he was eighteen.

    "I'm just a small eye." He confessed.

    Wen Yang was not far away, when he caught sight of this scene, the coffee was no longer fragrant in his mouth.

    He glanced at Liu Fengtao, who was on the phone with his girlfriend, and became even more depressed.

    It's so annoying, why is the whole world bullying him and not a target.

    Cen Guifei feels that she has done a good job in serving the bed recently, and it should be not far from the post