MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 52 Total white head

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to use Qiuqiu's words against Cen Nan as the title-"You pervert!"

Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan did not go back today, so they stayed in the apartment. Anyway, everything was well-stocked. .

Liang Muqiu opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, not only found pajamas, but also two neat boxes of underwear, picked up the box on the left, which was exactly his size.

He glanced at Cen Nan without words, "How many perverts are you."

Cen Nan calmly turned over the old accounts, "I bought your underwear for college, and I have to say that I bought you too small."

Liang Muqiu kicked him and went to the bathroom with her pajamas.

This feels subtle.

Familiar and a little new.

Screenwriter Liang pondered for a while, and according to the script routine he usually wrote, he felt that it was a bit like a wedding night with flowers in the wedding room.

He smiled.

Cen Nan took him into his arms and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I think of the day we first moved in, I changed from a high school student to a college student and moved in all my belongings," Liang Muqiu also smiled, "I remember I brought it here. I bought a set of stereos with a high school scholarship, and it was in the study at the time. You brought several DSLRs, but I didn’t see how you used them, so I gave them to my juniors at a low price the next year.”

He thought about it for a while, then kicked Cen Nan in the quilt, "It's extravagance and waste, since childhood."

He said this with basis. In high school, Cen Nan showed his arrogant and extravagant style, and he did not know what human suffering was.

When I was young, it would never be hard and simple.

Cen Nan held his waist easily, "But didn't I take care of the finances for you later, the money from stock speculation, wealth management products, scholarships, and salaries for extracurricular projects are all on it. If you pay it, you will almost run out of money for cigarettes."

Liang Muqiu laughed again after thinking about it.

Because she cried too long at night, even though Cen Nan put ice on him just now, his eyelids were still a little swollen.

But since dinner, he has been laughing.

He has rarely been so happy in so many years.

But without Cen Nan, his happiness seems to be missing a corner, like a puzzle piece is forever missing, only he himself knows where it is left.

Only now, he and Cen Nan have cut open the past choked in their hearts, washed the darkest fragments with clean water, and put them back together, did he feel that he had become complete .

He couldn't help hooking Cen Nan's neck, hiding in his arms as before, rubbing the tip of his nose on Cen Nan's neck affectionately and reliantly.

I drank some champagne during dinner just now. Cen Nan said that he wanted to confess to him. He drank a little more, but he thought it was nothing. Now the quilt is warm and the alcohol he drank. But tossed his face like heat.

Liang Muqiu had pink cheeks on both sides, and she didn't know whether it was because of drinking or dryness. Her lips were always soft, red as roses, with beautiful lip lines, especially when she smiled.

He looked at Cen Nan with sparkling eyes, as if he was really drunk and a little sticky.

Cen Nan didn't want to be a gentleman at first, so he reached out and rubbed his lips, and asked him, "Do you remember that when you first moved, you bought a fine fleece blanket and came back, not saying it was Percy Mia style?"

Liang Muqiu is a little confused now, "No, I don't remember."

Did you do it on that blanket?"

He said, biting Liang Muqiu's lower lip, and the tip of his tongue swept across his lips.

Liang Muqiu's head pounded, instinctively feeling a little dangerous, and his body also stepped back.

He remembered it, no wonder he didn't remember, the blanket was abolished after they messed with it once, and when it was dark, he rushed Cen Nan to throw it away.

Seeing that Cen Nan looked dangerous, he hurriedly stopped, "You don't want to revisit it, I'm old with old arms and legs, and I can't stand the toss."

He's not a youthful twenty now, and he can roll another night on the cold floor.

Cen Nan didn't care about it, he leaned over and kissed his lips. Cen Nan was always a little rough when he was a relative. The gentleman's skin couldn't hold up when he got to the bed, and he liked watching him cry badly. Begging for mercy, even the kiss was full of ferocity.

Liang Muqiu felt like a piece of soft dough that was kneaded into various shapes by Cen Nan. The temperature of his palm was so hot that he almost melted.

"

When he got into Cen Nan's car today, he never thought this would happen.

Unexpectedly, Cen Nan kissed his neck, looked up at him, and said casually, "Yes, in the bedside table by your hand."

Liang Muqiu: "…"

Cen Nan brazenly said, "This apartment has been re-engraved, and it must be exactly the same as that year."

In the beginning, their bedside table could be stuffed with a lot of various things. Young and vigorous college students can't stand being teased more than cats in spring.

Liang Muqiu finally couldn't bear it anymore and scolded: "You pervert!"

The light-colored silk pajamas fell from the edge of the bed to the floor, crumpling into a mess.

on white snow.

There are intertwined shadows on the wall, melting together like one drop of water meets another.

I don't know how long it took before the hand by the bed suddenly slackened and fell from the bed.

Liang Muqiu was so tired that she fell asleep.

The curtains in the bedroom are drawn, but there is a gap in the middle, and you can see the sky full of stars.

In this starlight, Cen Nan looked down at Liang Muqiu.

He held Liang Muqiu's right hand, his fingers crossed his ring finger, and his fingers intertwined. His hand was slightly larger than Liang Muqiu's, and it just wrapped around it.

He remembered that in Chicago, at the end of his life, his grandmother had a bad memory and was not conscious, and told him over and over again the story of her meeting with her grandfather.

The grandfather, who was originally Chinese, came back to China by chance and fell in love with her, who was only eighteen years old. He recklessly bought a bunch of garland bracelets and sent them to her, and he has been in this film ever since. Settled in the land where his blood flowed.

She said with happiness, "He's a fake foreigner who doesn't understand poetry at all, and he just recites those few lines, not holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, or willing to be worthy of the word Come on, let's go hand in hand."

But her lover did not join hands with her, and left her dead twenty years ago, leaving her alone in the world.

So she looked up again, "Cen Nan, you have to grow old with the person you like."

Cen Nan lowered his eyes and kissed Liang Muqiu's finger again.

He will.