Golden Silk Hill Myna

Heart on the moon.

In the middle of the night, Xue Liang helped Yan Chong out of the car, walked across the courtyard, and walked to the front of the villa.Yan Chong was so drunk that he didn't walk in a straight line, and kept pushing his hand, saying, "Don't help me, I'm not drunk."

Xue Liang said helplessly, "You said you weren't drunk...well, let's go two steps if you're not drunk. I let go."

After speaking, he really spread his hands and let go of Yan Chong.

Yan Chong swayed on the spot for three times, barely stopped, his eyes were full of confusion, he looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, lowered his eyes again, then turned around, wobbled his legs, kicked Stepped on Xue Mu's feet.

Xue Liang opened his hand to catch Mr. Yan who fell on his shoulder, and couldn't help laughing, while his facial features twisted in pain: "Aiming really accurately - I delayed your old foot from landing, right? Hurry up" Go forward, go back, wash and sleep."

Yan Chong gave a vague "Hmm", probably too dizzy to open his eyes, hugged his neck and refused to let go, obediently let Xue Liang carry him back into the room.

There was a farce on the lake today, Xue Liang made Mr. Song speechless with one sentence, although he was happy at the time, he still had to rely on Yan Chong to clean up the mess for him afterwards.However, anyone with a discerning eye present could see Yan Chong's defense of the kid, and it was rare for him to grab his fox's tail once, and he had a great time booing and joking.

No matter how good Mr. Yan can drink, he can't stand the wheel fight. Xue Liang regrets it to death. Finally, when he is completely drunk, the two of them can get away from the banquet and go back to the residence to rest.

"Come on, slow down..." Xue Liang asked Yan Chong to sit on the edge of the bed, and knelt down to untie his shoelaces.Yan Chong opened his drunken eyes and stared blankly at the hair on the top of his head, suddenly curled up his legs without saying a word, lay down on his side with his back to him, and buried his face in the quilt.

"Huh?" Xue Liang pulled him over inexplicably, "What's the matter, what's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

Yan Chong's meticulous hairstyle was messed up, a few strands of broken hair hung in front of his forehead, and he lay flat with his eyes closed, probably suffering from drinking too much. Very fragile, even more frustrating than the completely strong look in the past.

Before Xue Liang had time to digest the throbbing heartbeat, he was forced to face the exciting scene of his crush on the bed with drunken eyes. It was like being hit by a pink cannonball in the heart.

"Boss?" Xue Liang almost lost his voice as soon as he spoke, and gently pushed Yan Chong's shoulder, "Cough...you will catch cold if you don't cover the quilt, so take off your clothes before going to bed."

Yan Chong seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and didn't answer.

Xue Liang stretched his hand to his chest in the gesture of touching the switch, and unbuttoned two buttons. He couldn't stand the stimulation, so he hurriedly said "I'll go pour water", and fled with his tail between his legs.

When there was a knock on the door, Yan Chong opened his eyes, still confused, and slowly raised his hand to caress his heart.

In the chest cavity, the heart was beating wildly, like a butterfly eager to break free, its wings fanned a storm that no one knew about.

In the open kitchen on the first floor, Xue Liang was boiling water. He accidentally glanced out from the side window, and happened to see a person standing outside the yard, staring straight at the window through which the light was shining.

Xue Liang was frightened instantly. Fortunately, there was a small lamp hanging on the wrought iron gate at the door. He touched his heart to the window, squinted his eyes and observed carefully, and then saw the man's face clearly through the faint light—it turned out to be another The lingering Han Bowen.

This person seems to be living in a TV series, Xue Liang really doesn't understand why he hates himself so persistently, it seems that every minute he will take Yizhanghong to kill him.

After thinking about it, he took a table knife from the cupboard and put it in his pocket, opened the door of the villa and walked out.

Han Bowen didn't expect him to come out, so he turned around and was about to run. Xue Liang quickly walked down the steps, and shouted from afar, "Stop! What are you running for!"

Xue Liang had seriously practiced performing on stage, so when he roared so angrily, his voice was clear and loud, with super penetrating power.Han Bowen was so startled that he didn't dare to move. Xue Liang approached with a frown, opened the small iron gate, and said, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Now Han Bowen knew that he couldn't afford to offend him, he just couldn't be reconciled, and couldn't help but want to take a look, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Xue Liang.

"I..." He murmured, unable to utter a word for a long time.Seeing this, Xue Liang simply opened up and said, "Okay, I just want to ask you—"

"We didn't know each other before, did we? When did I offend you and hate me so much?"

Han Bowen stared at him suspiciously, and said coldly, "Stop pretending, the one who plays White Lotus even forgets his last name?"

Xue Liang ignored his personal attack and said, "Oh, it seems that there is a story that I don't know, can you tell me in detail?"

"What did you say? You stole my chance, and I should have been standing next to Mr. Yan? You said that because of your cut off, I can only..." Han Bowen gritted his teeth and said, "Xue Liang, you just asked if you Offended me, I also want to ask, have I offended you? Why do you have to rob me?"

Xue Liang made him ask in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong: "What do you mean 'you should be the one standing next to Mr. Yan'?"

"Okay, you have to force me to make it clear," Han Bowen sneered, "Yan always wants to take care of someone, and it was me who made the deal, but you jumped out and robbed someone else's benefactor, isn't that the way it is?" What? Why are you pretending to be stupid?"

Xue Mu: "???"

"Wait, I think this is a big misunderstanding," Xue Liang said, "I really don't know what agreement you have with Mr. Yan. But I am not taken care of by him... I am his assistant, an intern , the kind that has signed a labor contract."

Han Bowen was unmoved: "A boss of his worth would want a summer intern as a special assistant? Wake up, don't deceive yourself, don't be afraid of being known if you are shameless, if you dare to admit it openly , I still think you have kind."

The huge amount of information contained in these few sentences completely smashed Xue Liang into a mess. He thought for a moment in confusion, and finally grasped the most critical one among the thousands of threads: "You were introduced by someone, Yan Yan. Who is connecting with you over there?"

"An assistant surnamed Cui," Han Bowen said, "we agreed to have an interview at the Shengze Hotel on June 6th, but later told me to find another person."

Xue Liang was shocked suddenly, as if falling into an ice cave.

He couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could perceive the clues from Han Bowen's crazy eyes.With the last ounce of luck in his arms, he bit the bullet and asked, "Do you remember...the hotel room number?"

Han Bowen took out his phone and opened the memo: "Shengze Hotel, 7601."

Xue Liang took out his mobile phone, tremblingly opened the WeChat records, and found the interview address sent to him by his brother two months ago: "Building A, Shengze, 7601."

He seemed to be...wrong.

The three souls and seven souls evaporated out of the body with the cold sweat all over his back. After two months, Xue Liang finally knew that he had made a fatal mistake.

Han Bowen glanced at his chat records, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching: "Shengze Hotel 7601 is the guest room, Building A 7601 is their hotel apartment... Damn, are you stupid!"