Borrowing a Kiss: Chapter 57 foot wind

Before going back to the bedroom to sleep, Liang Muqiu received his birthday present this year.

Liang Yu's girl and grandmother were too lazy to think, so they stuffed him with two big red envelopes so that he could thank him.

Liang Muqiu coquettishly said, "Why are you so unconcerned about the wandering cubs?"

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Liang Yu's dental visa pierced on the cantaloupe, coldly, "I didn't beat you just to you."

Liang Muqiu immediately shut up.

He stretched his head again to see what Cen Nan gave, and he was the only one left in the family to bully.

Cen Nan originally wanted to wait until he returned to his room, but now he was stared at like this and had to take it out. Liang Muqiu didn't care at all, and took it casually, thinking it was an earring cufflink or something, but when he opened it, a car key fell out.

Liang Muqiu picked it up and looked at it, her eyes were almost sticking to it, she blinked twice and asked stupidly, "Why did you give me the car keys? Are you giving me a model?"

That's a Ferrari key.

Cen Nan almost laughed, "Why did I give you a model, don't you like this style, last time I said that the color and body lines are good-looking. It just so happened that your car has been driven for many years, or just a I bought it after graduation, why don't I change it."

Liang Muqiu continued to blink, her mind still a little down.

He recently accepted the fact that his purse was a little flat, and the local tyrant Cen Nan suddenly came to take care of him.

He felt a little hot subconsciously, but Cen Nan looked at him expectantly, and he couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only be in a dilemma.

The two looked at each other, fell into Liang Yu's eyes, did not see embarrassment, but saw the affection.

Although she didn't study the car, it didn't mean she didn't know the car logo, so she exhaled fiercely and said "prodigal son", but Cen Nan is not her own cub, she can't scold , can only refer to Sang scolding Huai and saying Liang Muqiu, "Look at you, you have been out for a few years, and you don't know how to live, and you don't know how to plan for the future."

Liang Muqiu held the Ferrari key, and was scolded willingly, and nodded repeatedly.

After a while, the grandmother finally showed her kindness and told them to go to bed quickly, don't delay outside the house, Liang Muqiu dragged Cen Nan quickly away, and went to the bedroom, the door closed, He just pounced on Cen Nan, sat on Cen Nan's waist, pressed the person under him, and said condescendingly, "Be honest, where did you get so much money, although the Yulan apartment is not expensive, it's not a supermarket either. The Chinese cabbage in here, you buy me a Ferrari, how much money do you have?"

He thought about it for a while, then patted Cen Nan on the waist, "I heard my mother say you don't, you won't live at all."

Cen Nan held his hand and rubbed it against his cheek. Quan Dang Liang Muqiu was caring about himself and was a little happy.

"Don't worry about me, I haven't spent much in the past few years, and I have saved a lot. When my grandma left, I also left her and grandpa's overseas property to me," Cen Nan said When I got here, she smiled at Liang Muqiu, "She said, although she can't see you, but the grandmother should give you the greeting gift to her granddaughter-in-law, so that I can't treat you badly. I will listen to her."

Liang Muqiu pinched him again, "You are the daughter-in-law."

Cen Nan didn't argue with him about the cheapness of his mouth. He put his palm on Liang Muqiu's slender waist and asked in a low voice, "Then do you like this car? You can see it when you go back."

Liang Muqiu wanted to say she didn't like it.

But now his heart is flying, and the car that was coveted a while ago now belongs to him.

But his original goal was to support Cen Nan, to become the backbone of the family as soon as possible, and let Cen Nan be a good little face, why is he farther and farther from his goal now.

He bulged his cheeks, poked Cen Nan, and complained, "After a circle, why are you still a rich second-generation."

He couldn't stand for a few days.

At the time, the target was that it took him a long time to accept the fact that his boyfriend was a wealthy n generation.

Cen Nan grabbed his finger, put it on his lips and kissed, "How come, everyone I am now is yours, everything I have is also yours, you are the master."

Liang Muqiu didn't believe it, but she was coaxed into a smile, and came down to kiss Cen Nan.

The two made trouble on the bed for a while. When the shirts and sweaters were almost stripped off, Liang Muqiu begged for mercy, "Don't make trouble, I haven't showered yet," he panted. The lips and the tip of the nose are pink. "Put me down."

Cen Nan pinched his waist, looking at Liang Muqiu's sweaty temples, his eyes were as heavy as the night outside the window.

"It's not dirty." He whispered, his fingers untied the last button of Liang Muqiu's shirt, the air was a little cool, Liang Muqiu didn't know if it was cold or afraid, and couldn't help shaking Down.

Cen Nan was even more interested, and his fingers stroked Liang Muqiu like playing a piano. The plain white skin was as delicate and smooth as new snow, which was more perfect than using expensive skin care products.

Cen Nan lowered his head, bit down gently, and said vaguely, "Look, isn't this very clean?"

Liang Muqiu bit the back of his hand, his eyes were red, and after a while, several vague moans escaped from his throat.

In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Cen Nan on the shoulder, "Do it quickly, don't linger, there is no end to it."

Cen Nan looked up at him, smiled politely, "Yes."

After all this tossing, Liang Muqiu took a shower and was carried back to the bed by Cen Nan. It was almost twelve o'clock, and the little wild cat outside the window didn't have the strength to bark and went back to sleep long ago.

Liang Muqiu was lying on the bed, feeling that at the moment he was pure in six senses, and all four were empty. After all, not everyone was like Cen Nan.

Cen Nan was content, holding him like he was holding the whole world.

He looked up and saw a painting hanging by the opposite window. It was an apricot flower in the mist of Jiangnan. Under the apricot flower was a girl wearing a drapery hat, looking back at the painting on the bridge. Young man.

Grandma's house is an old yard, with blue tiles and white walls in the water village in the south of the Yangtze River, he looked down at Liang Muqiu again, with a plain white face, neither thick nor thin eyebrows, and bright eyes, like a Wang Yueguang.

He thought that it was probably because he grew up in this elegant water town that Liang Muqiu was so agile and beautiful to stand out from the crowd.

He had seen photos of Liang Muqiu when he was a child, he had seen it when he was in love in high school, and just now his grandmother showed him the photo album. Liang Muqiu was also very cute when he was a child, like glutinous rice dumplings, with a round face, Lips are also pink. When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he suddenly became taller and taller. In this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, he became a handsome and clear young man.

At least Cen Nan looked gentle.

He took another look at the painting on the wall and asked Liang Muqiu, "Tell me, what would happen if I met you when you were a child, I might come here to travel, pass by the bridge, and see you standing Under the apricot tree, will we meet earlier?"

Liang Muqiu's eyes were closed and she was about to go to sleep, she sneered when she heard the words, "No way, I annoyed you the most when I was a child, a serious and serious student will only make me beaten more. ."

But he said so, but he knew it in his heart.

Who is young and full of romance on Mo.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at Cen Nan in the dim light, raised his hand and touched Cen Nan's cheek, and said in a low voice, "You don't have to meet young Now that's fine."

Just be by my side.

Cen Nan was startled, then grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand and rubbed it in the palm, "You're right."

Liang Muqiu and Cen Nan stayed at home for three days. On the fourth day, Ms. Liang Yu, who was exhausted of patience, kicked them out of the house and told them to go back to Bencheng.

When I leave, I will give some fruits made by my grandmother, which can be used as dry food on the road.

Liang Muqiu is really embarrassed. This mother's love is like water in a sponge.

But in any case, the family level is over, Cen Nan is also famous now, and he is not afraid of being famous from the family tree when he brings it back for the new year.

Liang Muqiu returned to Bencheng to continue her busy work, driving a new car bought by Cen Nan, and felt that she really had a good harvest in love and career, a happy family, and a happy spring, just like a typical representative of successful men.

But it seems to be to make him proud. After two months, he received another good news.

, but there is no competitive pressure at the end of the year.

When Liang Muqiu heard the news, the renovation of his studio was about to end, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he almost had to jump unsteadily to express his happiness.

The weather was getting colder, and the hot breath he exhaled condensed into a mist on the glass.

He heard Liu Fengtao say on the other end of the phone, "Congratulations to you and congratulations to me, being able to release is the first step to success."

Liang Muqiu smiled and said, "Congratulations."