Borrowing a Kiss

    Liang Muqiu was out of breath from the kiss, her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were like the sea in the early morning, and the mist was fading.

    In the gap between the separation, his back was against the door, and he was kissed until he lost his armor and armor, but now he is indifferent, his knees are between Cen Nan's legs, and his slender fingers are climbing Putting on Cen Nan's clothes button, he undid it slowly and deliberately.

    "Don't move," he warned Cen Nan in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse, "I have to check first."

    Cen Nan put his hand on his waist, his Adam's apple rolled, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking for?"

    Liang Muqiu smiled and gently brushed away Cen Nan's shirt.

      The sofa was also dyed a layer of gold.

    In this atmosphere, Liang Muqiu's fingers were a little cool and pressed against the skin of Cen Nan's chest.

    His fingers suddenly tightened, pulling on Cen Nan's clothes and pulling him towards him.

    "Of course I'll check you at home, be good."

    After he finished speaking, he raised his head slightly, bit Cen Nan's Adam's apple, and sucked.

    Cen Nan's eyes sank, he can't blame him, it was Liang Muqiu who moved first.

     Walk straight into the bedroom.

    Liang Muqiu asked knowingly, "Why are you going, I finally came back, shouldn't I sleep first?"

      words.

    "Fuck you."

    Since the wall clock in the living room entered Liang Muqiu's door, it was like a self-abiding ornament, and it had no practical effect.

    But it kept ticking.

    The light in the living room changed from bright to dark, and it slipped away for many times in a blink of an eye.

    Liang Muqiu was lying on the blue and white pillow, her back was covered in fine sweat, as flawless as the finer porcelain, but she was as tired as a little turtle, motionless.

    He is a good sultry man, but not very good at putting out fires.

    Especially after having been on the plane for so long, it is not like Cen Nan who loves fitness and lacks physical strength. Not long after he was carried to bed by Cen Nan, he turned his face and kicked Cen Nan, like a pampered and bad The grumpy cat scolded Cen Nan in a hoarse voice, "Get off."

    Cen Nan only ate half full, but he couldn't help him. He touched the side of his face with his rough fingertips, and said softly, "Still so squeamish."

    He still remembers the first time he had with Liang Muqiu. Liang Muqiu was just over eighteen years old. Mingming was still like a little pervert at first, but he quit after a while, and greeted his eighteenth generation ancestors.

    Cen Nan couldn't help but smile when he thought of this.

    Liang Muqiu's eyes raised a slit, quite puzzled, thinking that this person might not have a broken brain.

    Cen Nan also lay down, took Liang Muqiu into his arms with a thin quilt, turned on the air conditioner in the room, and the temperature was low, so it was just right to be together.

    Liang Muqiu is really sleepy.

    He didn't sleep well last night. Although he made up for a while on the plane, he was tired from all the tossing just now.

    He thought for a while, "Okay, I'll sleep first. You remember to call me."

    Maybe because he returned to a familiar environment, he fell asleep soon after.

    In the hotel in Yandu, he always had insomnia, and now he is lying in Cen Nan's arms, although he doesn't want to admit it, he has a long-lost peace.

    He even rubbed in Cen Nan's arms unconsciously.

    Cen Nan stared at his sleeping face for a while, his lips gently pressed against his forehead, like a letter stamp.

    Liang Muqiu slept until evening.

    Liang Muqiu played with Edamame for a while, then entered the kitchen, resting her chin on Cen Nan's shoulder, and looked into the pot.

    Today's dinner is beef stew and garlic chicken wings, served with a thin-skinned vegetarian bun, he nodded with satisfaction, very good, Cen Nan is so knowledgeable and knowledgeable, he cooks everything he likes.

    Cen Nan first put a vegetarian fried bun into his mouth, and then handed him the plate of garlic chicken wings, "Let's eat first, the beef will be fine later."

    Having something to eat, Liang Muqiu immediately ran away with the basin in her hands, running without any reluctance.

    But he was sitting at the dining table with chicken wings in his mouth, watching the handsome man with wide shoulders and narrow waist cook for him through the glass door, and he couldn't say he was unhappy.

    During dinner, Liang Muqiu remembered one thing and kicked Cen Nan under the table, neither lightly nor heavy.

    "Didn't you say I came back and wanted to give me a gift?" He raised his chin confidently, "Where's the gift?"

    Cen Nan helped him scoop out a bowl of beef soup, "It's not Children's Day yet, I'll give it to you when it's ready."

    Liang Muqiu was speechless.

    He turns 28 this year, and he really wants to receive a gift for Children's Day. It seems a little shameful to say it.

    Cen Nan's words also made him a little strange, what gifts still need to be packed.

    He glanced at Cen Nan suspiciously.

    Cen Nan seemed determined not to let go, and smiled at him, "Anyway, you will know in two days, you can't withdraw if you don't like it."

    Liang Muqiu pouted.

    Don't tell, don't tell, and he won't ask.

    I rested at home for a night, and the next morning, Liang Muqiu went to visit his teacher again.

    It's been a while since he last came. Rowan blew his beard and stared at him, saying that his apprentice was really unfilial, and he forgot his master.

    Liang Muqiu sat under the umbrella in the yard, drinking tea with Luo Wen, and refused to retaliate. When Luo Wen had enough scolding, he handed over a pair of Wenwan walnuts in good condition that he bought from Yandu.

    "Huh," Luo Wen took a closer look at the pair of walnuts, "I learned to bribe the teacher."

    Liang Muqiu blew the tea, "How can you, I respect you from the bottom of my heart, you are the only master, and there is no other choice for you."

    Liang Muqiu is not the furthest and most accomplished one of his disciples, but the one he likes the most, because this kid has a temperament a bit like when he was young. , do not care about the gains and losses, but also can afford to let go.

    Fate is probably like this.

    He has no children, so he doesn't regret it, but he does have a preference for Liang Muqiu invisibly.

    Lunch was naturally eaten here in Luo Wen. At the dinner table, Liang Muqiu mentioned to the teacher that he wanted to set up a studio.

    He has had this idea for half a year, but only recently did he make up his mind. He will be thirty soon, and it seems that he can do something for himself and open up a new territory.

    It's just a studio. It's easy to say, difficult to say. It's hard to find the right person. After that, there are still a lot of approval procedures, and it will take a while to get busy.

    Since then, he is not alone, but also shoulders more responsibilities.

    Luo Wen didn't think there was any problem, he glanced at him, "What are you afraid of, if you screw it up, and your master. I've been a fool for half my life."

    Liang Muqiu didn't take it seriously, "It's a shame to put it under your wings, it sounds like I haven't grown up yet."

    "Then what do you want?" Luo Wen raised his eyebrows, "Other people would like to have my master."

    It is.

    Liang Muqiu always felt that having Luo Wen as a teacher was a blessing that she had cultivated in her eight lifetimes.

    But he still gave Luo Wen a sly smile, "Of course I still want to make a name for myself, maybe someday when someone mentions you, the introduction will become, this is Liang Muqiu's teacher ."

    Rowan laughed.

    He slapped Liang Muqiu on the back, "Stinky boy." But he pressed Liang Muqiu's shoulder again, "Then do it well."

    For the matter of the studio, Liang Muqiu chatted with the teacher until the evening, Luo Wen came to keep him for dinner, but he waved his hand and took the bag out.

    "No," he explained as he changed his shoes, "there is someone at home waiting for me."

    Cen Nan also invited him for dinner today.

    Luo Wen was puzzled, he didn't understand at first, but he reacted when he saw Liang Muqiu's expression.

    Yes, his precious apprentice has come to his senses in the spring.

    He was a little surprised, and smiled extra kindly, "Is it the one from last time, chasing you?"

    Liang Muqiu nodded, inexplicably a little embarrassed.

    He took something and stood at the entrance, his hand on the doorknob, but stopped again and turned to look at Rowan.

    "Teacher, when I really settle down with him, I'll bring him here and have a meal with you, and I hope you don't dislike him," he smiled, "I actually know him a lot. It's been a few years, and many things have happened in the middle, but I go around and live up to your good intentions for connecting me for so many years, I still want to choose this person."

    Luo Wen's feelings for Liang Muqiu have always been only responsible for introduction and never interfere.

    He vaguely realized something from Liang Muqiu's words.

    He knew that Liang Muqiu University had been slumped for a while, but at that time he and Liang Muqiu were not as close as they were later, and they didn't know much, only a general idea.

    But under the dim light of the porch, he smiled at Liang Muqiu like every loving and generous father.

    He still said, "Whatever you like."

    The children he takes care of, no matter in career or relationship, he hopes they will be safe and well.

    Happy winter solstice baby~