He walks the career path in Shurachang

The night is endless, and the starlight shines straight down through the glass roof.

The branches and leaves rustle in the wind, echoing the melodious guitar sound in the tree house, flowing slowly in the ears.

Shang Heng was lying on his side on the recliner, with one hand resting on his head, watching Wen Ruiyun sitting opposite him concentrating on fiddled with the strings.

The man was wearing a simple casual shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and the hair on his forehead was always combed meticulously, but now a few strands fell down, and the brows were raised unruly.

Wen Ruiyun doesn't play many pieces, and his technique is not very professional. He just has a focused and serious look, and sometimes casts smiling eyes, with a kind of delicate and extremely gentle and introverted.

They are entwined in the moving music of the piano, melting between the night and the stars, like nursery rhymes before falling asleep, bringing tranquility and warmth.

He poked with his fingers the two-headed felt white fox that Wen Ranran gave him, and then he didn't touch it. Shang Heng closed his eyes and thought, what a magical man.

The two chatted intermittently, and after an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano gradually stopped.

Wen Ruiyun put the guitar on the table, silently came to the recliner, leaned over and asked softly, "Sleeping?"

Shang Heng closed his eyes and did not respond.

Wen Ruiyun pinched the overcoat covering his chest with both hands, gently lifted it up, looked back at the single bed in the corner, and was about to reach out to hug him——

Before his hand could touch his neck, Shang Heng grabbed his wrist suddenly!

Under the warm orange light, Shang Heng opened a pair of dark eyes, blinked, and said with a slow smile: "What does Mr. Wen want to do?"

Wen Ruiyun chuckled twice from his chest: "What? Don't want to sleep in bed?"

Shang Heng quickly got up from the chair, and first touched the snow-white fox fur on the bed, the soft and warm touch made people fondle admiringly.

As soon as he lay down on it, he saw Wen Ruiyun leaning slowly into the reclining chair, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, with a peaceful expression and a dignified posture, with a sense of solemnity like a priest in a church.

Shang Heng looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Wen, are you going to sleep there?"

"That's a single bed." Wen Ruiyun turned his head to look at him, half of his face was separated by the orange light, which softened the edges and corners of his eyebrows, making him look more elegant.

Shang Heng leaned in, specially gave up half of the bed, and patted the vacant space: "The recliner is too hard, this bed can still be squeezed, just for one night, CEO."

The single bed was too small, Shang Heng leaned against the wall of the wooden house and could barely fit two big men, and there was only one quilt.

Turning off the lights, the roof spilled a hazy silver.

Shang Heng closed his eyes, rested his head with one hand, and felt the bed beside him sinking, and the wooden bed made a slight creaking sound.

The temperature dropped in the middle of the night, and Shang Heng accidentally touched Wen Ruiyun's elbow when he was fishing for the quilt. The man's body tensed up, but then slowly relaxed, his posture remained the same as when he was on the recliner, motionless as if offering a sacrifice.

Shang Heng couldn't help opening his eyes, and said amusedly: "It turns out that Mr. Wen, who is calm and calm in his hands, is sometimes nervous? Let you throw away the key."

Wen Ruiyun pursed her lips, and said lightly: "I just never tried to sleep in the same bed with someone else."

He looked at him in the dark, and the breath that was close at hand sprayed on his neck, creating an ambiguous burning sensation.It was too close.

Shang Heng twitched his nostrils, "Oh? Your younger siblings should have them, right?"

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes: "That's different."

It's hard to say how different it is, it's very strange, but it's also very comfortable.

Wen Ruiyun raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Actually, there are clothes hooks and ropes in the room. If you are willing to make a fuss, you can hook the keys back."

Shang Heng was helpless: "Go to sleep."

For some reason, after being drunk and hungover, he found Rong Zhi lying on top of him, and he was covered in cold sweat. Now he has to sleep on the same bed with Wen Ruiyun, but it's not too awkward.

If Wen Ruiyun only asked him to find out about the key tomorrow morning, he would probably be angry. He looked pitiful and hoped that he would spend his birthday with him, but his heart softened.

The more Shang Heng thought about it, the more he felt that this guy was really magnanimous, upright and calm, so he couldn't help sighing.

Wen Ruiyun smiled deeper, moved his body, and moved a little closer: "Speaking of which, your company has been gaining momentum recently. If it continues to develop like this, after two rounds of financing, it will take less than two or three years to go public. .”

The topic changed too much, Shang Heng didn't realize it for a moment, and after a long while, he yawned and said: "President Wen, you never forget to do business while sleeping, you are really a role model for my generation, I am ashamed of myself."

Wen Ruiyun's chest trembled, and he smiled lowly: "You are getting more and more presumptuous. Weren't you very polite when you talked to me before?"

Shang Heng wanted to say that you were not used to it, but felt that the words were too ambiguous, so he changed his mind and said, "Then, what advice does Mr. Wen have? I'm all ears."

Wen Ruiyun stopped talking, and only said softly: "Go to sleep, good night."

This night was too busy, sleepiness hit his eyelids like a tide, Shang Heng wrapped the quilt tightly, and murmured: "Good night..."

"Happy birthday, Wen Ruiyun."

The call of this name was no lighter than a feather, Wen Ruiyun's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and a subtle joy overflowed from his chest, his whole body relaxed, and his back sank into the soft fox blanket.

The starlight enveloped the head, the simple tree house, the narrow wooden bed, but the long-lost tranquility and stability in my heart.

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In the early morning of the next day, the housekeeper came and opened the door for the two of them.

The family spent the morning in the garden, Wen Ranran and Wen Shengqi, with smirks on their faces, surrounded Shang Heng and asked where he went last night.

"Give me back the phone. The little girl asked knowingly." Shang Heng slowly scooped preserved egg and lean meat porridge into his mouth, and glanced at Wen Ruiyun, "Mr. Wen really screwed me over."

Wen Ruiyun tapped on the table lightly, signaling to the two siblings to have a good meal, but the latter did not dare to be presumptuous, and sat back in his seat honestly, but winked at Shang Heng quietly.

Wen Ruiyun cut off a corner of the fried egg and said: "Since you think I cheated you, let's take you out to play today. There is a new racetrack opened in the western suburbs. You can watch horse racing and learn how to ride."

Before Wen Ranran and Wen Shengqi jumped up and cheered, Secretary Wu made a phone call, but Wen Ruiyun was caught off guard.

Listening to the serious voice on the other end of the phone, Wen Ruiyun frowned slightly: "I see. I'll be there in a while."

Taking a look at the two brothers and sisters who looked disappointed, Shang Heng turned his attention to him: "Mr. Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled inexplicably: "The group's fancy land was taken a step ahead by Gu's, so I'm going to solve it."

Shang Heng is not surprised that Gu Lin would do this kind of thing, the two of them were rivals in the business field in the original book, and they would not hold back any chance to trick each other.

But because of his own intervention, Wen Ruiyun didn't specifically target Gu Lin.

He simply ate breakfast, wiped his hands carefully, put on the suit jacket that the servant had ironed, and before leaving, he solemnly told his younger sister to study well, and then turned his eyes to Shang Heng again, thought for a while, and said: " wait me back."

Shang Heng nodded, he had already walked away.

He looked down at his phone, and as soon as he unlocked the fingerprint lock, more than [-] messages and missed calls popped up on the screen instantly, and he was almost taken aback.

Fortunately, there is no urgent matter. Most of them are text messages of New Year greetings from friends and colleagues, apologies from Rongzhi, cold jokes from Lin Yuqing, and serial bombings from Gu Lin.

Shang Heng sighed lowly, and replied to everyone one by one.

Less than ten seconds after it was sent, Gu Lin's message came again: "Are you still at Wen Ruiyun's house? I will pick you up in the afternoon. I have a big project in hand and I need your advice."

Shang Heng was full of energy, and immediately replied "Yes".

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The sky was blue and cloudless.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Lin drove the Porsche himself and stopped at Wenzhai Manor on time.

Shang Heng bent down and sat in the passenger seat, and immediately smelled a faint smell of cologne in the car.

He looked at Gu Lin's expressionless cold face with a little surprise, laughed, and waved his hand exaggeratedly to dissipate the smell: "Mr. Gu, did you spray perfume as an insect repellant?"

Gu Lin's cheeks twitched for a moment, the line of her lips was straight and tight, and a blush that was pierced in front of her cheekbones flew up, and she couldn't tell whether it was shame or annoyance: "It's just a little bit." !"

Damn Amo, if you want to recommend this men's perfume to him, you will deduct his salary when you go back!

Shang Heng thoughtfully changed the subject: "Mr. Gu, where are we going?"

Gu Lin fastened her seat belt, kicked the accelerator and drove away from this annoying manor: "You will know when you arrive.

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Yuelan Commercial Center is a landmark square under the Gu Group, located on the most prosperous commercial street in the city center.

The car stopped at the entrance of Yuelan Cinema, Shang Heng looked at the pedestrians passing by, and squinted at Gu Lin with a serious face.

"Mr. Gu, didn't you talk about the project? Why did you bring me here?"

Gu Lin took it for granted: "A new movie, the director is a newcomer, he asked me to invest, I'm not sure about his level, and I'm not familiar with the plot of the original book, he gave me two movie tickets, it's his debut, I Find you to serve as my staff, can't you?"

"Oh, that's it." Shang Heng maintained his tone, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

Gu Lin took out a handful of warm red roses from the trunk of the car, and stuffed them into Shang Heng's arms without saying a word.

Shang Heng: "???"

"It's too heavy, hold it for me." Gu Lin put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked forward.

It wasn't until the man hurried into the movie theater that Shang Heng realized what kind of strange way to send flowers?

Only a naive ghost like Gu Lin can do it.

Shang Heng held the rose, dumbfounded.

When the two walked into the movie hall, the lights inside had already been turned off, and it was pitch black in front of them.

Seats for two are in the last row of double compartments with compartments.There is no one else around, the front desk is a large curved imax screen, the surrounding sound is constantly hitting the walls and seats, and the real shock brought by the sound effect can be felt through the clothes.

It was the first time for Gu Lin to invite someone to watch a movie. On the big screen, the male lead was entangled with the female lead. He didn't listen to a word, and from time to time his peripheral vision fell on Shang Heng's side face.

Darkness is the best mask, it can cover the beating heartbeat, cover the eyes with ulterior motives, and even the aura is a bit straighter than usual.

Gu Lin coughed lightly and was about to speak.

Shang Heng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he leaned back in the soft chair with his legs crossed, holding a large bouquet of bright roses in his arms, resting his cheek with one hand, but the corners of his eyes fell directly on Gu Lin, and his voice was full of smiles Point ridicule:

"Mr. Gu, is it possible that you are going to ask me to hold something again?"

Gu Lin's ears buried in her hair moved, and she had no choice but to withdraw her hand that was quietly stretched out.

He said heavily: "Let you concentrate on watching the movie, what do you want me to do?"

Shang Heng's lazy voice came from the darkness: "How does Mr. Gu know that I'm looking at you?"