MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 18 hooliganism

On the second day of coming to Yunzhou, Liang Muqiu and the others got up early to drink the morning tea here.

Chatting with each other, it sounds lively in the morning.

Liang Muqiu has lived in the city for a long time, and it is rare to drink morning tea slowly in this foggy day.

Some screenwriters sighed, "I really want to retire early after earning enough money, so I go to these places to buy a house, drink some morning tea, walk the dog and enjoy the flowers. Now every day, not just writing at meetings The script is annoying."

The others laughed and added a few words at will.

The house, without children and daughters, raises a yard with flowers and plants, thrushes, clean and comfortable.

He thought, when he is old, he will probably have lived like Rowan.

This table of morning tea has the characteristics of local ethnic minorities and uses a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. He raised his mobile phone to take a photo, but found that Cen Nan had sent him a message half an hour ago.

In the photo, edamame rubbed against a tree stump and refused to leave, looking at a fried ham that was served earlier.

Cen Nan complained to him, "As soon as you're not around, Edamame will be disobedient."

He was going out at the time and didn't see any news.

Twenty minutes later, Cen Nan sent another message.

"Solved."

In the photo, the edamame has been buried in the rice bowl, which is richer than when Liang Muqiu was there.

Good guy, Liang Muqiu sneered inwardly, Edamame probably felt that she was developed, and the pie fell from the sky.

He thought about it and typed a few words, "Don't get used to it too much, I'll settle the account with you when it comes back and becomes a picky eater."

Hong Chao looked at him several times.

In the afternoon, they were all free time, gathered around 5 o'clock for dinner, then set off separately and were sent to the high-speed rail station and the airport respectively.

Liang Muqiu strolled around the local mountain temple in the afternoon, then went around a street a little further away, and bought some handmade souvenirs for her mother, grandma, and Luo Wen Songwei.

But he didn't think about whether to bring it to Cen Nan.

He was holding a small silver teapot, thinking that Cen Nan has nothing to lose, and he didn't go to a far away place, just came to a minority village to pick up the wind, it really doesn't matter. Bring a copy to Cennan.

But the little silver teapot was lovely in his hand.

Liang Muqiu thought about it and paid the money.

He didn't buy anything himself, but Zhuang Yue and the others bought too many red bean bracelets, and forcibly hung a bunch of them on his hand.

The few female screenwriters next to her were staring and pondering, and she always felt like she was being compared.

Liang Muqiu didn't feel it.

He looked at the string of red beans and remembered that Cen Nan once gave him a string of Nanhong bracelets. .

After putting it on, Cen Nan grabbed his wrist and kissed him softly. Without speaking, he looked at him with a pair of smoky eyes, and the tip of his tongue drew lightly on his wrist...

Liang Muqiu coughed and pulled herself back from her past memory in time, but the tips of her ears were a little red.

You can't blame him, it's true that Cen Nan was full of brains at that time and not suitable for children.

When he first got together with Cen Nan, he was obviously still a young boy, he would be shy to kiss him for a long time, but after hanging out with Cen Nan for a long time, this opened the door to a new world. .

But where did that string of Southern Reds go.

Liang Muqiu stood on the bridge to photograph the sunset, vaguely remembering that it seemed that after Cen Nan left, he never wore that bracelet again.

After dinner, a terminator was drawn for this gathering activity. Everyone took a group photo together and went their separate ways.

Liang Muqiu finally went to the high-speed rail station with Hong Chao and Zhuang Yue.

After getting along for two days, the three of them got to know each other a little, they talked and laughed along the way, and the time passed quickly.

At 10:20, Liang Muqiu returned to Bencheng with a suitcase.

In the bustling high-speed rail station, he saw Cen Nan in the crowd waiting outside the station.

Just one glance, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

Cen Nan was wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, his hair was combed in an unruly manner, scattered on his forehead, with a black watch on his wrist, leaning against a pillar waiting for someone.

The years have not left too many traces on Cen Nan's face. He took off his serious formal clothes and receded his stern expression. Now Cen Nan is almost no different from a university.

Liang Muqiu didn't call him and walked over with her suitcase.

When there were only a few steps left between them, Cen Nan found him, his casual expression suddenly turned to gentle, and he stepped forward.

Liang Muqiu just wanted to speak, and asked Cen Nan to help him with his luggage, so he could have a drink of water.

But before he could speak, Cen Nan leaned down and dropped a kiss on the side of his face.

The bustling station is full of people, almost everyone is busy, and many people do not notice what happened in this corner.

Cen Nan was so close to him that he could even be called polite.

But Liang Muqiu almost stuttered, "What are you doing?"

Cen Nan stood up straight and took the luggage from Liang Muqiu's hand.

He answered frankly and confessed, "A hooligan."