Chapter 62

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  Qu Cheng always sleeps lightly, and will wake up before dawn.

  When he opened his eyes, Xu Cinian was still lying in his arms and sleeping deeply, curled up into a ball under the quilt, covering his stomach tightly, as if a little chills.  

  Qu Cheng pressed the quilt up, and put Xu Cinian in his arms even more. Xu Cinian in his sleep was confused, and subconsciously leaned towards the heat source, putting his feet into Qucheng's In the crevices of the legs, the coldness did not warm up all night.  

  How could this peacock not take care of itself so much, it was so big, it was like a child when he fell asleep.

  Qu Cheng felt a little pain. He clamped his feet with his legs, hugged him in front of his chest, surrounded him with a protector's posture, and stared down at Xu Cinian's sleeping face, ranging from narrow eyes to tall ones. The bridge of the nose finally landed on the thin lips.

  Only Xu Cinian, who is asleep, can strip off the disguise of his usual hardiness. The whole person looks very lazy, but his slightly frowned brows seem to have something on his mind. Qu Cheng can't figure it out, so he reaches out to help him smooth the lines. , She also stretched out her hand and gently raised the corners of Xu Cinian's mouth to make him happy.  

  He basically wakes up first every morning, so I have seen Xu Cinian fall asleep countless times, but even after watching it so many times, he still doesn't get tired of seeing it, he just feels that it's good everywhere, no matter when he is asleep. The quiet appearance, or the sudden bad temper when he woke up, he was willing to be content, wishing that the two of them would hold each other for a lifetime, and they would be old together.  

  This stupid thought made Qu Cheng laughed himself. He stretched his eyebrows, lowered his head and kissed Xu Cinian's lips, quietly propped up his body, and reached for the mobile phone in his pocket.  

  He always turns on the phone 24 hours a day, because sometimes many things in the help will be reported to him at night, and he has also developed the habit of retrieving information early in the morning.  

  After unlocking the screen, he saw the text message from Yue Zhao at a glance, and he asked, "I would like to see the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch", is this sentence still valid?

  Qu Cheng sneered and wanted to delete the text message easily, but he paused with his finger on the delete button, and finally did not press it. Instead, he replied to a text message. [Xiaoyue, I think I have said clearly about the matter yesterday. If you agree with that, then everyone is happy, and I'm sorry I can't do the rest. 】  

  The text message fell into the sea and did not receive a reply from Yue Zhao. This made Qu Cheng breathe a sigh of relief. He looked down at Xu Cinian's sleeping face, and felt a sense of guilt and anxiety in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the one who was caught by him and Yue Zhao yesterday. Meeting.  

  Speaking of Yue Zhao, Qu Cheng's feelings for him are very complicated, mixed with family affection and kindness, but there is no love, but no one believes this at all.  

  When he first mixed with Brother Long in society, he was just a fifteen or sixteen. Before finishing his studies, he followed a gang of gangsters in the street to fight and kill. Brother Long was just over the year. When the limelight was in full swing, he watched him fighting fiercely and desperately, so he picked it up and asked him to fight with him.

  At that time, the Azure Dragon Gang was already a well-known big gang in S City, and they would accept all kinds of murder and merchandising, but a triad leader like Long Ge had a very daring brother, who had been a mother and father since childhood. It can be said to be the little ancestor of the Azure Dragon Gang. In order to protect this little ancestor from being injured by the enemy, Long Ge arranged a dozen brothers to serve as bodyguards for him 24 hours, including Qu Cheng.  

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