Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

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Li Yan waited from the afternoon until the evening after they parted at the bookstore, but the few messages he sent were always at the bottom of the list with no reply.

Even the manuscript he forwarded to Si Mo showed as unread.

He half leaned on the leather chair by the French window, and all he could see was the large area of ​​lights at the foot of the South City. Li Yan slowly shook his wine glass, and he just ignored the humble figure beside him.

It had been night for a long time when the cell phone placed upside down on the glass table suddenly vibrated. A pair of thin white hands reached out to touch it, but Li Yan took the lead as if he had been electrocuted, and glared at the person with a piercing look, his eyes full of warning.

The boy's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum: "...I'm sorry, I wanted to give it to you."

Li Yan ignored Chang Ruxin's emotions, looked at the message from the visitor, and prepared for the delicious prey.

"it is good."

Just one word, so cold and perfunctory.

Li Yan's grip on the phone tightened, and finally he threw it away in annoyance, cursing softly.

"Who is it?" The boy opened his bright eyes and mustered up the courage to raise his head. He bit his lip and said, "Don't, don't be angry."

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that the clothes hanging on him are too loose for him, and they don't look like his own clothes. They can hardly hang on his shoulders, revealing a large part of his collarbone, and the kiss marks on it are clearly visible.

"..."

Li Yan saw him lowering his head and refilling his glass, and his eyebrows jumped: "Xiao Chang, how long have you been following me?"

In the past, Chang Ruxin would always accept it and not dare to say a word. But maybe after spending a long time with this man, he became a little bolder and thought that Li Yan was willing to chat with him about some ordinary trivial matters.

The boy thought about it and said, "Three years and eight months."

To be specific, it was actually 1,347 days. But Chang Ruxin didn't want Li Yan to know that he remembered it so clearly. He didn't dare to show that he cared about Li Yan to death.

Because that is not the feeling a good lover should have.

Li Yan looked at him for a while, then pinched his chin to force the boy to raise his head.

I don't know why, but when I looked at Chang Ruxin's face before, I just thought he was a very well-behaved person who never talked nonsense. He was also very stupid. I played him in the palm of my hand and he still counted money for him.

What's more, his skills in bed are pretty good and he can always please Li Yan.

Did he change lovers so infrequently without realizing it? From once every few weeks to having Chang Ruxin follow him for three years.

But now, he couldn't help but compare the face in front of him with Si Mo.

In fact, even now, Li Yan still didn't get tired of him. But perhaps it was because he didn't care or disdain him, the control was always in his hands, he could summon him and dismiss him at will.

He has found new prey and can kick Chang Ruxin away.

So, Li Yan just looked at it for a while, and suddenly his Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly uttered a few words with unclear meanings: "Xiao Chang, do you blame me?"

The boy was stunned at first, and then he repeated the word in a low voice. Then he seemed to understand something, and his back felt numb: "Resentment? Why? No."

He had a bad feeling that Li Yan was not normal tonight, and he didn't want to continue talking about this topic!

What kind of feelings does he have towards Li Yan? At first, he might have resented it, but Li Yan gave him so much that over the past three years, he gradually brainwashed himself and eventually fell madly in love with this person...

But whether to continue or not was never his decision.

Li Yan's face remained emotionless as he continued, "Don't you remember?"

"You were the original author of the idea for 'The Lost Movement' three years ago. If you had written it too long, I wouldn't be the one who became famous now."

As he spoke, he stared at people's reactions. Chang Ruxin couldn't help but tremble when he heard these words.

He couldn't help but think of the time when Li Yan plagiarized his work, but came to him privately and said: I can give you a house, a car, and a lot of money, the kind that you can't spend in your lifetime.

Just think of it as buying your short story. It's a matter of mutual consent, so it can't be considered plagiarism. Are you willing to sell it to me?

Xiao Chang, come with me.

In the first year, Li Yan took the ignorant Chang Ruxin to his apartment, probably because he was worried that he might have other intentions and would not follow him wholeheartedly.

Li Yan was hypocritical for a while. He pursued Chang Ruxin, who was not a lesbian, with all kinds of sweet words and gifts.

He even brought Chang Ruxin to his home to live with him. He said it was living together, but in fact he just wanted to keep an eye on him and not give Chang Ruxin the opportunity to "talk nonsense".

Later, he found that Chang Ruxin seemed to be quite obedient. He gradually let down his guard. Chang Ruxin was so stupid that he thought Li Yan really liked him. He began to worry about Li Yan not coming home for a few days.

Until one day, he saw with his own eyes Li Yan hugging a little duck and entering and leaving the hotel, but told him on the phone that he was having dinner with ordinary friends.

The first time Chang Ruxin rebelled against him, Li Yan brought him home that night with a gloomy face, removing all his disguised gentleness, and oppressing him and bullying him cruelly.

All kinds of dirty words came out of his mouth, and Chang Ruxin's heart was bleeding.

He said: Do you think I, Li Yan, really like you? Don't be silly, who the hell is dating you, don't act like you're catching me having an affair, you're just a pastime for me, one of my many lovers.

You didn't want this fame and fortune in the first place, you sold it to me yourself. Don't you know? I used this money to buy a house for each of my lovers, and you are not the exception.

Chang Ruxin fainted from crying. When he woke up the next day, there was no one else in the room except him. Li Yan was gone.

The book was very popular at that time, and Li Yan's name had been firmly established. Even if someone wanted to prove that he had plagiarized, no one would believe it.

The hatred is that, despite Li Yan's treatment of him, Chang Ruxin did not have any desire to retaliate against Li Yan. Instead, he just felt panic. Li Yan said that she did not like him, and they were not in a relationship, but just lovers, just lovers.

What should he do.

He fell in love with Li Yan.

Chang Ruxin felt that he was really a loser. He dragged his broken body, packed his things and moved out of the apartment.

Li Yan didn't look for him again, and their interactions seemed to have ended from then on, for three months.

One night, Chang Ruxin was suffering from insomnia and was about to take sleeping pills to fall asleep when she suddenly received a call from a phone number she hadn't seen in a long time.

He answered the phone with trembling hands. A drunken voice came from the other side, which made Chang Ruxin's heart tremble: "Xiao Chang, baby, can you come pick me up?"

Chang Ruxin bit her gums until they bled, but she still managed to hear her own voice and ask where he was.

He picked up Li Yan from a bar.

It was too late, so he could only take her home. Li Yan looked at him with wet eyes in confusion, and he was restrained by the waist as soon as the door was closed.

Li Yan seemed to look at him for a long time, the emotions in his eyes were too complicated, "Long time no see, do you miss me?"

They did it as a matter of course that night. When he woke up the next day, Li Yan was lying beside him, looking at him, and the two looked at each other in silence.

"Move back and live with me." That day, he heard such an alluring voice.

Li Yan did not feel sorry for the hurt he had done in the past. Just a few words from him made Chang Ruxin completely defeated.

In the end, he insulted himself countless times and was so mean to the core, but he was still taken back by Li Yan.

Chang Ruxin only then realized that he had moved from a 100-square-meter apartment to a 1,000-square-meter villa. He no longer dared to ask Li Yan: What is our relationship?

I don’t dare to think about how many people Li Yan has brought back.

Chang Ruxin was kept by him like a toy. He once dreamed of being a writer and wrote that piece of imagination, but because of Li Yan, he developed a subconscious fear of this thing.

From then on, Chang Ruxin never wrote novels again and never touched the keyboard again.

"Why don't you speak?"

Li Yan's icy voice brought him back to his senses. Chang Ruxin's eyes turned red: "...No."

"Ok?"

"Even if I write longer, it won't be popular."

"Brother Yan, you are more capable than me."

"I am already content. Being able to stay by your side... You have not let me down."

Li Yan released his chin and smiled. He patted the boy's face and said, "You are so good."

Li Yan knew from the beginning that this person liked him humbly, but he would not respond, never.

Chang Ruxin finally breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to light a cigarette for Li Yan.

Then I heard him say, "Let's end it. You can pick any car you want. I'll give you two houses to use as you wish."

The time bomb in Chang Ruxin's mind exploded with a bang. End, end of what?

Although he had expected this day to come and had envisioned it many times, he didn't expect it to happen so soon. When the words he imagined really came out of the man's mouth, he felt a pain all over his body.

"Brother Yan." Chang Ruxin opened his mouth, and unknowingly his eyes were already terribly bloodshot, but he held back and didn't let the tears fall.

But apart from calling Li Yan's name, he didn't know what else to say.

As a lover, he is already very successful. You have to know that those outside don't have the same treatment as him and can't earn so much.

The more generous Li Yan was, the less he was taken seriously and he could be dismissed with just money.

"I did something wrong." He took a deep breath and said uncertainly.

"No, you're fine." Li Yan softened his tone and coaxed him today. Seeing Chang Ruxin's look, his heart trembled for some reason. "I just feel that you have been with me for so long, and you are almost out of touch with society. It's too depressing to always revolve around me."

He raised his hand and held Chang Ruxin's face with pity. Before he could say anything, the boy, who had always been timid and cowardly, suddenly raised his head the moment Li Yan touched him.

He got up from the ground, took a step forward and kissed Li Yan's lips.

But his eyelashes were trembling violently. Li Yan was stunned, but he didn't push it away.

His big hand covered Chang Ruxin's waist and followed the hem of her clothes...

But the name he was thinking of was Si Mo.

-

At daybreak, after packing their luggage, Zou Yanzhi and Si Mo went to the airport.

They agreed to go on a trip, and the final destination they decided on was from Stockholm to Narvik, which was just right for them to avoid the summer heat and see the polar night.

"It might be cold over there, so remember to wear more clothes." Si Mo checked the guide on his phone and spent a long time looking at the pictures of the ski resort.

Zou Yanzhi responded casually and wrote a manuscript on the plane.

Suddenly he mentioned: "I heard that the literary website will have a new work event in four months, I decided to participate."

When Zou Yanzhi saw the eye-catching message from Li Yan that day, he checked it out after returning home.

Four months, I just don’t know if he can hold on until then.

Li Yan was right, but he was still too confident in himself. If only some ordinary authors participated, he would be the one most likely to win.

But if Zou Yanzhi also participates, Li Yan may have to take back his words "we must win".

"Okay." Si Mo nodded. Mu Yun had recently asked him for Zou Yanzhi's manuscript again, but the number of times that Hai Di made indirect inquiries had decreased, because he now had Li Yan in his hands, who shared some of the firepower.

"Don't worry, I will help you." Although he said that, looking at Zou Yanzhi's nonchalant expression, he didn't seem to be worried at all that he would lose to Li Yan.

They are not on the same level.

The next afternoon, the plane landed at a foreign airport, and after picking up their checked baggage, the two boarded the island.

The advantage of being a freelance writer is that you have a lot of time to go out whenever you want. When Li Yan got the news that Si Mo had left the country for vacation, he was still racking his brains to find a reason to ask him out.

"………" After a burst of noise, Li Yan's resentful voice came out: "Why didn't you tell me? I was waiting for you downstairs for a long time."

Si Mo certainly had no obligation to tell him: "Downstairs from my house? How do you have the address there?"

There is no doubt that Li Yan must have asked Yan Wenzhong for it.

Now he is the treasure that Mu Yun has dug up at a high price, and almost the entire literary club has to follow his lead.

"Well, I have my own way of dealing with this." Li Yan walked towards the car, "Editor, when will you be back? Tell me when you're coming back, and I'll pick you up then."

"No need, Mr. Li, I think we have made it very clear last time.

Apart from being editors and authors, you and I will not have any relationship that crosses the line.”

Si Mo continued: "And I haven't lived there for a long time."

"Where do you live?" the man asked. Then he thought of something and said half seriously and half jokingly, "Are you living with your boyfriend?"

But there was no response, and Li Yan's smile froze on his face. He was right.

After a moment of silence, he held the phone and continued to probe: "Could the editor-in-chief go on vacation with him?"

"None of your business."

These four words hit Li Yan's heart hard. The fact that Si Mo and Zou Yanzhi had been in their own world was always hitting him. It went without saying what they would do in the next few days. It was like a piece of delicious meat that had just been found was snatched away. No man could withstand such a provocative impact.

The more you can't get it, the more you want to possess it.