MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 19 old scar

Liang Muqiu's face was stunned, and she felt a fuss when she wanted to have a seizure.

Cen Nan thought it was very interesting, and he was happy to be snorted.

Crawling like ants.

Liang Muqiu was bored in the car, so he cut off Cen Nan's music, and switched to the radio station to listen to the cross talk, and when he listened to it, he was amused himself, and he couldn't remember the " Disrespectful".

Cen Nan put one hand on the steering wheel, heard Liang Muqiu burst into laughter, and glanced sideways at him.

Because it was cold in the mountains, Liang Muqiu was wearing a blue shirt with a small lapel and long sleeves, but when she raised her hand, the plain white wrist showed a red, warm and bright, it was a paragraph The red bean bracelet, wrapped around three times, hangs on the wrist swayingly.

He twisted slightly in his heart, he remembered that he once gave Liang Muqiu a bunch of Nanhong bracelets.

He was impure when he sent it, so now seeing similar ornaments appearing on Liang Muqiu, he couldn't help but be vigilant.

When they arrived at the Royal River Garden, Liang Muqiu naturally wanted to pick up edamame.

I hadn't seen my father for a few days, Maodou Pidianpidian ran out of the kennel to greet him with something in his mouth, and put it in front of Liang Muqiu to please.

Liang Muqiu took a closer look, oh, isn't this Cen Nan's marathon medal? It doesn't deserve any preferential treatment at all.

He looked up at Cen Nan while rubbing edamame.

Cen Nan is calm, "It likes it, so let it play."

Edamame saw that Liang Muqiu did not accept this toy, and happily picked it up and ran around.

It is already very familiar with Cen Nan's house now, and apparently regards it as its own territory, jumps on the low sofa, automatically pulls up a small orange cushion, and walks up comfortably .

Liang Muqiu was in a delicate mood, she had a feeling of seeing the child she raised with her ex-husband being intimate.

And this "ex-husband" didn't even realize it. He went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and came out to ask him if he had supper.

"I made shrimp porridge, and I bought roast duck rolls, taro cakes and chicken feet." Cen Nanwen looked at him, "You don't want to eat before leaving."

He just went to the kitchen to heat up the shrimp porridge, and Liang Muqiu was standing beside the kitchen, the heat and aroma wafting faintly in the air, making his will not very firm.

I had an early dinner today, but now I have digested it well.

Liang Muqiu thought for three seconds, and chose to vote with his son, "Eat."

Cen Nan went into the kitchen to prepare supper.

Liang Muqiu sat on the seat and waited. She was very arrogant and had no intention of reaching out to help.

He didn't come to Cen Nan's apartment many times, except for one meal, when he was brought back drunk by Cen Nan and kissed on the bed. After that, when he sent edamame over, he only set foot in the entrance, and did not stay in this house well.

But he is sitting on the sofa now, but he can't help but recall the drunken night in his mind.

Cen Nan pressed his wrist and looked at him condescendingly. It was clear that Cen Nan had the advantage, but staring at him like a beast that was defeated and driven to a desperate situation.

Liang Muqiu coughed, feeling a little hot for some reason, but when she turned her head and met Edamame's innocent and innocent eyes, she became even more panicked.

He sat on the sofa again, leaning on the cushion to play with his mobile phone, but he always felt like something was resting on him behind the cushion. He reached out and touched it, but found a box.

He doesn't have a penchant for touching things.

There is also a card under the watch, the characters on it are Liang Muqiu's own.

He froze for a moment.

Compared with Cen Nan's shirts that cost thousands at every turn, they are a bit shabby. But it was the best he could give Cen Nan at that time.

Cen Nan was born in winter. He bought this watch from the shop window on a snowy day and walked all the way from the school gate to their apartment. Cold, just feel happy.

And when he returned home, he rushed into Cen Nan's warm arms with a cold air, and couldn't wait to take out this watch and put it on Cen Nan's hand like a marriage proposal .

Liang Muqiu stared blankly at the watch in the box.

Since he came back, he hadn't seen Cen Nan wearing it. He thought it had been lost by Cen Nan, but he didn't want to put it in the box. There are signs of wear and use, but it is still shiny.

Even the cards he stuffed in the box are still there.

Inscription, "Gift to Cen Nan".

Signature, "your husband".

At that time, he couldn't show his prestige in bed, so he had to take advantage of it.

Liang Muqiu took the watch out of the box and looked at it for a while, unable to say what she was thinking.

At this moment, Cen Nan also packed up the kitchen and walked to the living room with the dinner plate. As soon as he walked in, he saw the watch in Liang Muqiu's hand.

But he didn't say anything, just put the plate down and lined up the dishes on the coffee table.

Liang Muqiu put the watch in the box.

Cen Nan put a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and his favorite roast duck roll was placed in front of him.

He drank a few mouthfuls of hot porridge and a duck roll, but still couldn't hold back and said, "I thought you threw this watch away."

Cen Nan's face was not very good, "Why should I throw it?"

Liang Muqiu took another mouthful of porridge, "We've all broken up, it's boring to keep old things, and I've never seen you wear them, of course I thought you couldn't find them."

Cen Nan was silent for a while before saying, "I don't wear it because I'm afraid of losing it. I wear it often abroad, but before returning to China, one day the strap suddenly broke and fell on Outside, I searched for a long time to find it. Later, I didn't dare to wear it, and only occasionally sent it for maintenance and care. "

Liang Muqiu was taken aback.

He looked up at Cen Nan, Cen Nan said calmly, but his dark eyes looked straight at him.

He was overwhelmed by the sight of him, and withdrew his gaze, but he had mixed feelings in his heart.

A watch is reluctant to throw away, and if you lose it, you have to find it.

After dinner.

Liang Muqiu stretched out on the sofa for a while, rubbed her belly, and used it to digest food.

It's almost twelve o'clock now, and he has no reason to stay here in Cennan anymore, but looking around, Edamame doesn't know where to hide.

The two were planted on the sofa together again.

Liang Muqiu held up his arms and put his palms on both sides of Cen Nan, so he didn't really hit Cen Nan.

This is the pose...a bit ambiguous.

He squeezed one leg between Cen Nan's knees, forming a curve from back to waist, with his hands on both sides of Cen Nan's face, the red bean bracelets on his hands were strung in the action just now With a sway, it was very close to Cen Nan's face, but it made his face look like white jade.

Liang Muqiu pursed her lips, and wanted to get up very embarrassedly, but as soon as she exerted force on her legs, an extra hand was attached to her waist, and with a heavy pressure, not only did he not stand up, but he also froze. It fell firmly on top of Cen Nan.

Since high school, he has not been able to beat Cen Nan, his innate physical gap.

Liang Muqiu raised her head and glanced at Cen Nan dejectedly. Cen Nan's chest muscles were strong enough that it didn't hurt much when he fell.

"What are you doing?"

Cen Nan grabbed his hand and put it on the side of his face, the red bean hands reflected the fine white skin, which was indescribably beautiful and clear.

He asked, "I just wanted to ask in the car, did you buy this bracelet yourself?"

Liang Muqiu didn't understand why he asked this, "No, it was given by a fellow screenwriter, and if I bought more, I would have a bunch."

Cen Nan gave a subtle "oh" and asked again, "Male and female?"

Liang Muqiu can understand now.

He exerted a little force, took his wrist out of Cen Nan's hand, stood up, and looked at Cen Nan condescendingly.

She is an old lover and knows how to poke a lung tube.

He smiled at Cen Nan, "Man, the screenwriter who lives in the same house as me."

He deliberately wanted to be angry with Cen Nan, so he was about to leave, but he ran a step slower.

Cen Nan held his back with one hand, reversed the positions of the two, and pressed him under him heavily. , covered Liang Muqiu's skin.

Cen Nan lowered his head and kissed Liang Muqiu on the lips.

It's very different from the casual kiss in the afternoon.

Cen Nan pried open his teeth, sucked the tip of his tongue hard, the two bodies rubbed together, the heat of Cen Nan's palm pressed against his waist.

Liang Muqiu was touched on the soft part of her waist and bounced like a fish on the shore, but she was suppressed again.

In the living room, only muffled humming, the sound of water mingling with lips and teeth, mixed with the rustling of the bracelets shaking and colliding.

…

I don't know how long it took before Liang Muqiu could breathe freely again.

He was panting, his chest heaving constantly, his face was red from the kiss, and his lips were red.

He panted for a while, then cursed in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

It was not enough to think about it, so I added, "Shameless."

Cen Nan smiled.

He raised Liang Muqiu's hand and kissed it all the way from his fingertips to his wrist, but his eyes were fixed on Liang Muqiu, and he bit his wrist lightly.

Not heavy.

But the numbness spread from the wrist all the way to Liang Muqiu's heart.

Liang Muqiu blushed even more.

He knew very well that Cen Nan didn't care about bracelets, but to play on the topic. He was robbed twice in one day. He should have been angry and shocked, but in fact he was like a fish on a chopping board, and his legs were soft when kissed.

I lost face.

Thinking of this, he pushed away Cen Nan angrily.

This time, he succeeded.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and shouted Edamame's name.

There was a sound of running, and the short-legged little corgi ran from the direction of the bedroom and sat obediently in front of him.

Liang Muqiu picked up the edamame, did not look at Cen Nan, and whispered, "I brought the edamame home."

Cen Nan did not stop her, but stood up from the sofa and followed behind Liang Muqiu.

There are no more ambiguous movements, but from the living room to the porch, Liang Muqiu felt that the heat on his face had not subsided.

But when he was about to reach out and hold the door handle, he suddenly stopped, turned and glanced at Cen Nan.

Under the lights, Cen Nan was still wearing a loose white T-shirt, but his waist was wrinkled because of the scratch he just scratched.

Cen Nan asked him, "What's wrong?"

Liang Muqiu frowned and did not speak.

He just hugged Cen Nan, and his fingers seemed to touch something.

He thought about it for a while, and in the end he held the edamame in one hand and stretched out the other hand, lifting the corner of Cen Nanbai T's clothes.

Liang Muqiu's fingertips are soft, touching the flesh, but a little cold.

Cen Nan wanted to hide subconsciously, but he didn't.

The corners of the clothes were lifted, and the skin of Cen Nan's abdomen was exposed.

I saw a palm-length scar near the hip bone. Although it had healed for a long time, it still looked hideous.