Borrowing a Kiss

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    Since she told Cen Nan what she said, Liang Muqiu has also spent a few days of pure life.

    Cen Nan probably finished working from home, and went to the law firm to report early and returned late. He also staggered the time when he took Maodou to go out, and the two never bumped into each other once.

    The corridor in front of the door was quiet again, only the dim wall lamp illuminated the faint corridor.

    Only once, Liang Muqiu came back from the convenience store and found a bag of toys for small dogs with a sticky note on the door. It was in Cen Nan's handwriting, saying that these toys were bought before. Forgot to give the edamame.

    He stared at the note for a while, then took down the bag, picked up a few toys after entering the door, and threw them to Edamame to play with.

    Edamame is still stupid, doesn't understand anything, only knows silly music.

    Liang Muqiu couldn't help laughing when she saw that it ran too fast and fell on the buttocks.

    When he walked into the kitchen, he didn't know how to cook, so he just bought a bento box and put it on the plate, and it looked like a decent one.

    He finished dinner with Edamame in the restaurant, Edamame went back to the kennel to continue playing yarn balls, and he sat on the sofa and wrote the script.

    Just writing and writing, he will look up and take a look.

    However, the table was cold and empty, only the calla lilies bloomed silently in the green vase

    Being bored at home for four or five days, Liang Muqiu received a call from Song Wei.

    Song Wei asked him to go to their company's party, he could bring his relatives and friends.

    Liang Muqiu subconsciously refused.

    "Forget it, I don't like to participate in these, let alone your company," Liang Muqiu just woke up, drinking milk with a pillow on the sofa, yawning, "Go play by yourself. Well, have fun."

    Song Wei had already guessed it.

    "Don't, don't you know the people in our group very well? How long have you been staying at home? Anyway, come out to bask in the sun," Song Wei said bitterly, "I'm not letting you pick people back at the party. When I sleep at home, I just come here to get together and get to know more people."

    Liang Muqiu was delighted, "Your party was at night, not noon, what kind of sun did you see. Besides, I walked edamame every day, and I went out a lot. Yesterday, I talked to the aunt downstairs about the discount in the supermarket."

    Song Weicai does not play these word games with him.

    "Don't interrupt me, the clothes will be delivered to your door soon, remember to wear them, and drive to the Rongyi Hotel tomorrow night."

    After finishing speaking, Song Wei hung up the phone.

    Liang Muqiu has nothing to do, although Song Wei is kind and soft-hearted, but no one can be stubborn.

    Song Wei was determined to let him get out of the house, but it was better for him to be respectful than to obey.

    The clothes Song Wei prepared for him were delivered the next day.

    Song Wei is a fashion designer. She has a natural eye for picking clothes, and even accessories are attached, so Liang Muqiu doesn't need to worry about it.

    Liang Muqiu went to the cocktail party these years, and did not miss Song Wei for personal styling. Song Wei knew his size well.

    At half past six in the evening, Liang Muqiu packed up and went out with the car keys.

    At this time, Cen Nan was returning from get off work.

    As soon as the door opened, there was a long and narrow corridor, and the two met each other.

    Since leaving Liang Muqiu's house that day, it was the first time that Cen Nan saw Liang Muqiu.

    His eyes swept Liang Muqiu from top to bottom uncontrollably.

    Liang Muqiu was obviously dressed up, with a regular white shirt inside, but a small black embroidered leather jacket on the outside, revealing a narrow waist, black trousers stretched a pair of slender Legs, with strappy leather boots, the whole person is sassy and heroic.

    But his face is too beautiful, it dilutes the edge of the body, the skin is fair and delicate, the lips are probably smeared with lip balm, which is softer than usual, and the left ear is wearing A unilateral earring, the simplest style, wobbly, so swaying that people want to reach out and grab it and drop a kiss on it.

    At least Chen Nan wanted to do this.

    However, he still maintained his surface calm and asked, "Are you going out?"

    Liang Muqiu didn't expect to collide with Cen Nan.

    He was wearing this well-organized dress, facing Cen Nan, he didn't know where to put his hands.

    "Well, hang out with friends," he didn't deliberately show a cold face to Cen Nan, there was no need, "I'll go downstairs first, bye."

    After he finished speaking, he walked over, passed by Cen Nan, and pressed the elevator button.

    Liang Muqiu went to the basement to get the car.

    He came out just in time for the commute and drove very slowly, and it took more than 40 minutes to arrive at the Rongyi Hotel.

    Song Wei and the others held the party in the banquet hall on the first floor.

    Liang Muqiu caught a glimpse of sight as soon as he entered, and the beauties with clever smiles swept his eyes, both men and women. Fortunately, he was already proficient in this kind of situation, and he looked back with a chuckle, but he kept his feet and didn't mean to accept the invitation.

    Liang Muqiu found Song Wei amid the noise. Song Wei was chatting with his friends in the group. He was dressed quite well today, wearing an ordinary black dress, but with a bandage on his hand.

    He patted Song Wei on the shoulder.

    Song Wei turned around and smiled, "You're here."

    Song Wei's close colleagues also knew Liang Muqiu, and once misunderstood that Liang Muqiu and Song Wei were a couple.

    Liang Muqiu was too lazy to explain, and half-truths acquiesced, so everyone couldn't tell whether he was single or whether he didn't make it clear to Song Wei.

    Everyone likes good-looking people, especially those who are lively and friendly. Song Wei's colleagues have a good impression of Liang Muqiu.

    A girl named Irene handed a glass of wine to Liang Muqiu, "Qiuqiu, you are late, have a drink first."

    Liang Muqiu didn't refuse, he drank the wine and winked at people.

    Irene blushed when she was teased. Looking at Song Wei next to him, she hated how they were gay.

    Liang Muqiu asked Song Wei, "What excuse are you using to have a party?"

    Song Wei said with a smile, "Our company, we can find something to make fun of when we have nothing to do, not to mention the recent performance has been good, so we should relax for everyone." He bowed to Liang Muqiu, "I will come today. There are a lot of models, and compared with the receptions in your film and television circle, there are many good-looking ones, right?"

    Liang Muqiu swept around the room, and it was true that many of the people present had good looks, slender and tall bodies, and all of them looked like fairies in fairy tales.

    But he was subconsciously picky, these people are beautiful, but they are too light, they don't have a stable background, they should laugh more coldly, and they should be casual when the wind sweeps over them, It is not easy to be happy, and it is not easy to get angry, which makes people wonder what kind of mind is hidden under this skin.

    It took him a few seconds to realize that he was comparing with Cen Nan, and his face suddenly froze.

    Song Wei didn't pay attention, and took Liang Muqiu around the venue. In recent years, Liang Muqiu has been regarded as a rookie in the field of screenwriting, and several books written independently are also considered a little splashy, so there are many When people heard his name, their smiles became more sincere.

    Liang Muqiu exchanged several business cards with others, praising this perfume and that ring, but she was already bored.

    It didn't take long before he slipped away from Song Wei's hand like a fish.

    "I'll sit by the side for a while, and I'll come to you later."

    Song Weizheng was talking to people, and could not stop him, so he could only go with him.

    Liang Muqiu stood on the pillar on the edge, took out her mobile phone and played for a while.

    He went out anyway, took a photo and posted it in the circle of friends, and then went to get some snacks to eat.

    I was picking it up, and a hand stretched out beside it, pointing at a brown pastry, "This is delicious."

    He turned his head and saw a handsome face, with deep eyebrows, but clear eyes, making it impossible to tell his age, and his half-long golden hair hanging on his shoulders, making it more and more ethereal.

    Even a person like Liang Muqiu, who is used to sensuality, was stunned.

    The man smiled when he saw him like this.

    "Sorry, did I scare you."

    Liang Muqiu waved his hands again and again, there is such a commotion here, no one will be scared by a word.

    He heard the man in front of him ask him, "Are you Liang Muqiu?"

    Liang Muqiu nodded.

    "My name is Qin Jiuya," the man smiled, he looked as elegant as an elf, but his name was ancient, "I have read your book "Long Living and Farewelling" ,like very much."

    "Thank you."

    Liang Muqiu didn't expect to meet people who knew him here, but he searched frantically in his mind, but he didn't remember who Qin Jiuya was, he only vaguely felt that he was a model, and there was no topic for greetings.

    Fortunately, Qin Jiuya didn't care, but kept looking at him with a smile, "I'm a little embarrassed to say, I've always admired your script, but I didn't find a chance to meet you."

    Liang Muqiu didn't know if this person was being polite or telling the truth, so she could only nod her head in agreement, hoping to get away quickly.

    But he did not expect that this beautiful woman named Qin Jiuya really stood still and chatted with him about movies and scripts.

    From the "First Snow", which he won the Newcomer Award for the first time, to the recent "Story of the City" that Director Zhang is planning to shoot, it can be heard that Qin Jiuya is not perfunctory, but really loves it , There is a degree of progress and retreat between words, which makes people feel comfortable.

    Liang Muqiu slowly relaxed.

    In fact, rather than socializing like flowers and butterflies indoors, he still likes to chat with people like this, talking about things he likes.

    He drank several glasses of wine unknowingly, until Song Wei found him, and was surprised that he seemed to be drinking too much.

    Song Wei obviously knew Qin Jiuya and greeted in surprise, "Mr. Qin."

    Qin Jiuya also smiled and touched a glass with him.

    Liang Muqiu put his hand on Song Wei's hand to stabilize himself.

    Song Wei asked worriedly, "How much did you drink?"

    Liang Muqiu felt sober, "Not much."

    Since Song Wei is here, he is not ready to continue chatting with Qin Jiuya, after all, he is a stranger, so click on it and stop.

    "Mr. Qin, I'll go to rest for a while with my friends." He smiled at Qin Jiuya.

    Qin Jiuya nodded and said yes, but took out her mobile phone and asked with a smile, "Can I exchange contact information with you?"

    Liang Muqiu did not refuse.

    Song Wei was on the side, her eyes were quite subtle.

    After exchanging calls, Liang Muqiu followed Song Wei away.

    When he was far away, he asked Song Wei, "Is this Mr. Qin a super model?"

    Song Wei was amused, "You don't know each other, and you have been chatting with people for so long. He used to be a model for a while, but he has long since retired. Now he is the boss of a model company."

    He glanced at Liang Muqiu's face, "Mr. Qin, he has a good reputation in the circle, he is rich and gentle, and he likes it a lot. He took the initiative to talk to you, he is quite rare."

    He arched the arched beam Muqiu, with a little teasing.

    He couldn't get used to Liang Muqiu's being a monk all these years, and he was eager to pack Liang Muqiu and send it out.

    Liang Muqiu thought of going elsewhere, "Ah, he is so beautiful, he is actually a 1. But yes, he is so tall."

    He didn't have any romantic feelings about him in his mind.

    Song Weiyi choked, I have never seen such a stunned person.

    Thinking of Cen Nan, he looked sideways at Liang Muqiu and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you say you met Cen Nan last time, and then did he contact you?"

    Liang Muqiu was startled, not knowing how to answer.

    Not only did they meet, but he also let people enter the house.

    He took another sip of wine in disguise, blinked his eyelashes, half-truth, "I met a few times again, he wants to see edamame."

    It took Song Wei a while to remember that the edamame was raised by Cen Nan and Liang Muqiu.

    He accompanied Liang Muqiu for a while, and another acquaintance came to him. He was going to socialize with people. Before leaving, he told Liang Muqiu, "Don't drink too much, your face is red. It's time to leave already."

    Liang Muqiu agreed well, but he was sitting on the sofa, the scenery and lights in the banquet hall danced in a ball, and the sound of men and women laughing seemed to come from far away, he stared at the phone , unknowingly drank cup after cup.

    On his mobile phone page is Cen Nan's WeChat page.

    Just exchanged WeChat with that Mr. Qin, and caught him off guard and saw the dialogue between Cen Nan and him, and stopped at Cen Nan and asked him if he wanted to eat peaches.

    His finger was on the delete key.

    Since it has been decided not to have any more intersections, it seems unnecessary to keep the contact information.

    But he didn't press down.