MTL - Borrowing a Kiss-Chapter 30 Qiubao

Cen Nan took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

He and Song Wei walked back and forth. Song Wei dawdled, answered a phone call in front of the elevator, and told the new assistant where the materials for today's meeting are.

Wait for him to look up again.

The elevator door opened, and Cen Nan came out of the elevator neatly dressed with a smile on his lips, as if he was in a good mood.

But as soon as the two people's eyes met, the smile at the corner of Cen Nan's mouth subsided.

Song Wei put the phone back in his pocket, he noticed that Cen Nan's eyes fell on his shirt, he had toiletries in Liang Muqiu's place, but the change of clothes was incomplete, this shirt was from Liang Muqiu Take it from the closet.

He still didn't like seeing Cen Nan very much, and he didn't want to speak.

Cen Nan said first, "Good morning. I didn't have a good attitude last night, and I didn't say hello to you and apologize to you."

Song Wei's eyes widened and he blinked, thinking that it was raining red, when did Cen Nan behave so well.

But as the saying goes, don't reach for a smiley face, he bit his lip and nodded, "You too, good morning."

In fact, in terms of attitude, he was more irritable than Cen Nan last night. Since Cen Nan has handed over the steps, he has no reason to fight against others, after all, there is Liang Muqiu in the middle.

But they are classmates who have not seen each other for many years, and they have nothing to say to each other.

Cen Nan didn't even want to greet him, and walked straight to his car.

Song Wei's car was parked in a row beside him. When he passed by Cen Nan, he hesitated for a while, but stopped.

"What," he cleared his throat, "you may think I'm an outsider, but to me, Mu Qiu is my best friend. What kind of love and grudge do you two have? It's really not my turn to take care of. But..." He paused and said softly, "Be nice to him."

Cen Nan put his hand on the handlebar and turned to look at him with no expression on his face, unable to express his happiness or anger.

Song Wei sighed, also quite helpless, "Liang Muqiu is a fool, otherwise he would not have waited for you for seven years, since you have come to recruit him again, don't be sorry for him again. He is softhearted. No matter how much you love you, you can't always catch him and bully him."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Cen Nan almost stubbornly.

Cen Nan is not used to making promises to people other than Liang Muqiu. He always cherishes words like gold, but he nodded slightly to Song Wei's words.

"I will."

He opened the car door, turned his head and looked at Song Weiyi again, "Thank you for being with him all these years. Really."

He knew very well that without Song Wei by his side, Liang Muqiu would have had a harder time in the few years he left, so he was not without gratitude to Song Wei.

Song Wei snorted softly, "I'll accompany my own hair, it's not your turn to thank you."

Finished speaking, walked away.

The two were driving, and each left the parking lot, and they were very tacit, and no one told Liang Muqiu the conversation.

Sitting down for dinner after a week is also polite.

Liang Muqiu looked at the two of them, she was pretty in her heart, and she felt that she really was a little genius who adjusted the atmosphere.

They ate hot pot, and while Song Wei went to get the seasoning, Liang Muqiu looked at his back, and was concerned about Song Wei's love life with a little friendship, he secretly asked Cen Nan: "You don't have any handsome young men in your law school. If you want someone over 180, who is sunny and gentle, Song Wei likes this. He is in the fashion circle all day long. He is like a goblin, and he is not suitable for him."

Cen Nan thought about it seriously, "There are 180, but the weight is also 180."

Liang Muqiu lost interest instantly, "Then let Song Wei soak in the fairies."

A few days after this dinner, Liang Muqiu was going on a business trip again.

A movie script he wrote last year will finally be launched this year. The director is still young in the circle and has won several awards. He is also an acquaintance with him. I can't come to the group for a month. Some scenes need to be adjusted on the spot. It will be more convenient to have a screenwriter.

Liang Muqiu thought about it and agreed.

In fact, he doesn't usually go with the group, but he is also very interested in this book, and he really wants to go and see the shooting site.

He said this when Cen Nan came to his house. The two were playing chess. Cen Nan let him go and killed him.

Liang Muqiu stared at the chess game and frowned, and said casually, "I'm going on a business trip to Yandu next week. I sold a book "Parasite" before, and the filming is about to start. I have to work with the team for a month. ."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Cen Nan, as expected, seeing Cen Nan frowning, not very happy.

He was not very promising before, and he blamed Cen Nan for being so good-looking. When he saw Cen Nan showing a bit of grievance, he felt distressed and didn't know what to do.

He rested his chin with one hand, and said lazily, "Don't be sullen, it's useless to act like a spoiled child. If you can ask for leave, I can take you there."

That's what he said, Cen Nan's law firm is no easier than him. Cen Nan basically worked overtime until midnight a few days ago.

Cen Nan didn't say anything and ate his handsome in one fell swoop.

"You lost." Nan Nan Cen pressed his finger on the chess piece, white as jade, as beautiful as a jade carving.

Liang Muqiu pouted, feeling quite sad.

His chess is taught by Cen Nan, but the teacher is normal.

Cen Nan follows him in everything now, but the chessboard refuses to let him take half a step, and likes to watch him jump.

Liang Muqiu pouted, "Wait, I'll ask you to call me Dad when you're playing games."

Cen Nan calmly said, "Then wait until you win."

He packed up the chessboard and casually teased Liang Muqiu, "We didn't say the bet just now. Now that you lose, how should I punish you?"

Liang Muqiu opened her eyes, vaguely aware that he seemed to have tricked him.

He said quickly, "I won't call you."

The corner of Cen Nan's mouth ticked, "I didn't listen to your hobby outside the bed either."

Liang Muqiu almost choked on the water.

Cen Nan looked at Liang Muqiu, as if he had thought of something, and said seriously, "Call me brother."

Liang Muqiu was reluctant and stared at Cen Nan awkwardly.

Cen Nan coaxed him, "It's not like I haven't called before."

This sentence brought back the memories of both of them.

Liang Muqiu did call a lot.

Cen Nan is a few months older than Liang Muqiu. In the third year of high school, Liang Muqiu often forgot to do his homework. It's called brother, with watery eyes, much cuter than edamame.

Cen Nan was only eighteen years old at the time. How could he resist this? He was calm on the surface, but in fact his ears were secretly red.

Liang Muqiu was stupid and never found out.

Now the young man who calls him "brother" has grown up long ago and has become a beautiful young man sitting opposite him, no longer acting like a spoiled child, and no longer always revolving around him.

It can only be his own fault.

Liang Muqiu remembered something else. He called Brother Cen Nan too many times, but he didn't know when it started. Cen Nan sometimes calls him Qiuqiu, and sometimes calls him Baby.

It's very nasty to say, and it doesn't seem to come out of the mouth of a cold and noble person like Cen Nan, but when he is sad, when he wants to find Cen Nan to act coquettishly to comfort him, Cen Nan will call him that.

But before meeting Cen Nan, he was not such a coquettish character. He grew up with his mother and grandmother and learned to be independent early, because he had to be strong enough to be less worried about his family.

Only Cen Nan, who doesn't look like a gentle person, indulges all his petty tempers and tells him that he can be lazy.

He couldn't say whether he was happy or sad for a while, and his heart felt like a plum with words, both sour and sweet.

And Cen Nan left the seat at some point, hugged him gently, took him into his arms, the two changed positions, Liang Muqiu sat on Cen Nan's lap, and Cen Nan South face to face.

The twenty-eight-year-old Cen Nan has lost the youthful youthfulness, and is more handsome and serene, and more attractive.

He gently rubbed Liang Muqiu's forehead, as if begging, "Call me, Qiuqiu."

Liang Muqiu hesitated.

He is so old, he is not as cheeky as before.

But Cen Nan was so comfortable in his arms that he almost made him forget so many partings.

It's as if Cen Nan just went out a long way, and when he came back, he took him into his arms.

He doesn't know why his nose is a little sour.

He held on to Cen Nan's shirt, but hesitating in the end, he whispered, "Brother Nan."

He was called Cen Nan when he was eighteen.

With the eagerness and dependence of young people.

Cen Nan hugged him tightly, clasping his shoulders, as if someone would take him away.

The two did not speak for a while.

After a while, Cen Nan gently kissed Liang Muqiu.

"I'm here, Qiubao."