He walks the career path in Shurachang

The dining room was very quiet, or rather the entire Wen Family Manor was lifeless in the cold winter night.

The heating was clearly turned on in the room, but Shang Heng couldn't feel it at all. All his attention was involuntarily placed on the man at the table.

Wen Ruiyun didn't wear the home clothes he usually wears at home. Wen Ranran specially chose a camel-colored cashmere vest for him, with a versatile plaid shirt inside. The fabric is soft and gentle, and the warm yellow light weakens the sharp edges and corners of the jawline , the hairstyle is also carefully taken care of, a little less sophisticated than usual, and a little more casual.

When he didn't speak, he could barely pull his age to the level of Shang Heng's youth, making people ignore the meaning of the three and zero number candles on the birthday cake.

When he came back in the afternoon, he started to prepare this dinner. He thought that this year would be different from previous years, but unexpectedly, the only ones who cut the cake with him were still the two siblings who depended on each other.

Wen Ruiyun lowered his eyelashes, blocking Shang Heng's straight line of sight, as well as the roiling emotions in his eyes.

Shang Heng slipped his Adam's apple slightly, took a step closer, his eyes were still on Wen Ruiyun, he held the back of the chair closest to Wen Ruiyun, and slowly pulled it away.

"Sorry, someone asked me to talk about the project in the afternoon. I came back late and kept you waiting." When he spoke, he realized that his throat was very dry, and he didn't know whether it was due to the dry weather or talking with Gu Lin for too long.

Wen Ruiyun suddenly raised his eyes again, and stared at him lightly: "It's Gu Lin, he cut off the land I wanted, and then stole you while I was out, did you have a good talk?"

Without waiting for Shang Heng to answer, he suddenly leaned closer, leaned back in the chair for a moment, frowned slightly, then stretched his brows, and said in an understatement tone:

"I didn't take him seriously at first, but since he is so openly provocative, if you see him again, you might as well tell me that Nanshan is a treasured place of geomantic omen, worthy of his status."

Shang Heng: "..."

Thinking of the smell of Gu Lin's cologne on his coat, he couldn't help but twitch his cheeks slightly, and the heating that had disappeared just now made his back sweat.

Wen Ruiyun looked at him, his eyes filled with thick black mist, but now he was full of smiles: "I'm joking, why are you nervous? I'm a law-abiding and decent businessman."

Shang Heng pursed his lips and looked at him without words, it's even more frightening!

Wen Ruiyun poured himself a glass of red wine, and the dark red wine swirled slowly in the goblet: "Have you had dinner with Gu Lin?"

Shang Heng looked at the table full of freshly reheated dishes, how could he dare to say that he had used them, and hurriedly said: "No, I'm still hungry."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and put them into the bowl, but Wen Ruiyun held them down before putting them into his mouth.

He raised his eyes in surprise, and met the man's dull expression: "These dishes are too greasy, which is not good for the stomach."

He scooped up a small bowl of hot soup and pushed it in front of Shang Heng: "To relieve the fishy smell, drink it and rest early."

Shang Heng looked down at the soup bowl, it was high soup, I don't know how long it has been boiled, the color is suitable for thick and light, and it is steaming, even if he is full, his appetite will be greatly increased by the delicious taste.

Wen Ruiyun raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and got up: "Use it slowly, the servant will take you to the room to rest in a while."

Shang Heng grabbed his hand and was startled by the coolness of his skin: "You just left?"

Wen Ruiyun's eyes moved from his hands to the other's face, but he didn't look back, and smiled slightly: "How old is Mr. Shang, do you want me to accompany you to drink some soup?"

Shang Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly came back to his senses, and with all his strength, he pulled him back into the chair and sat down again.

As expected, Wen Ruiyun didn't struggle, and sat back docilely following his strength. Shang Heng also filled a bowl for him, held it in front of him with both hands seriously, and said with a smile:

"It's such a big table, how lonely it is for me to be alone. You know that I can't bear loneliness the most. Mr. Wen, please stay with me for a while."

Wen Ruiyun looked at him, then at the soup bowl, took a spoonful slowly, put it near his mouth and blew.

Shang Heng heaved a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. Although this guy had a deep thought and a powerful mouth, he was unexpectedly coaxing and soft-hearted. He was really far from the villain template he imagined.

"What's the other person laughing there for? It's not honest to drink soup." Wen Ruiyun held a bowl and a spoon, and gently blew off the chopped green onion and clear oil floating on the surface.

The surrounding atmosphere warmed up unknowingly, Shang Heng unbuttoned his neckline casually, and said with a smile: "The candles aren't even lit, so why haven't you made a wish yet?"

Wen Ruiyun said lightly: "It's a trick only children believe in. If a wish can come true, why bother to fight for it?"

Shang Heng stretched out a finger and shook it, turned on the lighter and lit the candle: "You don't understand this, it's not so much a wish, it's more like a goal set for yourself, it's a gamble between yourself and yourself , when you have a goal, you can work hard to fight for it, right?"

Wen Ruiyun stared at the swaying little flames and asked, "Then what is your wish? To become a rich man?"

Shang Heng thought to himself how do you know, but his mouth is closed: "If I don't tell you, it won't work if I tell you."

Wen Ruiyun glanced at him with a half-smile, and under Shang Heng's repeated urging, he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and solemnly made a wish for his 30th birthday.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Shang Heng's handsome face poked in front of him, elbowed him on the shoulder, his eyes were full of curiosity: "What wish did Mr. Wen make? Let me guess you My little secret, is it because my siblings are happy, my sons and daughters are in groups, and we share a family relationship?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled a little, and said slowly: "I won't tell you."

"..." Shang Heng was heartbroken, "Why did you learn so badly? Aren't you always answering every question? What does it matter if you talk about this child's trick?"

Wen Ruiyun was unmoved: "If I realize it next year, I will tell you."

Shang Heng's ears twitched slightly, next year?Want to celebrate his birthday with him?

He was thinking about this, but Wen Ruiyun asked his servant to clean up the soup bowls, got up to go upstairs, and patted him on the shoulder: "Rest early, I will take you to the racecourse tomorrow."

These words always have the feeling of parents taking their children to the playground, Shang Heng couldn't help laughing and said: "How does Mr. Wen know that I want to go to the racecourse? I don't know how to ride a horse."

Wen Ruiyun came back to his senses, pulled out his hand in his trouser pocket, supported Shang Heng's chair back with one hand, and pressed the edge of the table with the other, confining him in his narrow arms, squinting his eyes, leaned over and smiled softly:

"What? You promised so readily when you went on a date with Gu Lin, and you just push back when you accompany me to the racecourse?"

Shang Heng: "..."

This dog actually holds a grudge!

He coughed lightly and said, "Why? I was there to discuss business..."

"Then it's settled, see you tomorrow." Wen Ruiyun's dangerous hostility and sourness disappeared without a trace in an instant, he straightened up neatly, and Shi Shiran walked upstairs.

Shang Heng stayed where he was for a while before he realized what this guy was doing. He was speechless for a while, until his phone lit up, and it was a text message from the courier.

"It's finally here."

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Second master bedroom.

The sound of water in the bathroom collided with the reverberating sound between the steam-covered tiles.

Wen Ruiyun walked out of the bathroom covered in moisture, his wet hair was dripping with water, dripping onto the lapel of the bathrobe, and sliding down the collarbone.

There was a tireless knock on the door. He held the fax from Secretary Wu in his hand, flipped through it, and opened the door casually.

I thought it was a servant who came to pick up the laundry, but unexpectedly, Shang Heng's slender figure was leaning against the door frame, holding a black half-human-high gourd box in his hand.

"You opened the door, I thought you fell asleep in the bathroom."

"You..." Wen Ruiyun stared blankly at his sleepy face before letting him into the room.

Shang Heng carried the black box and yawned lazily, while visiting Wen Ruiyun's room, he commented unceremoniously: "Your room is too simple, the furnishings are like a hotel, why is the furniture either black or white? Oh, well, the carpet is gray anyway..."

Wen Ruiyun gently closed the door, his eyes were glued to Shang Heng's back, and he leaned against the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of wine: "Why are you here? Are you not used to sleeping?"

Shang Heng put the box in his hand on the table, raised his chin: "This is your birthday present, open it and have a look."

Wen Ruiyun's eyes lit up slightly, and when he saw the shape of the box, he guessed what was inside. It wasn't until he saw it with his own eyes and touched it with his own hands that the strings vibrated with a meaningful and crisp sound, and he felt the long-lost surprise and satisfaction. Spread along the spine to the atrium.

Shang Heng supported his chin with one hand, observed the subtle changes on Wen Ruiyun's face, and said with a smile: "I think your guitar is old, so I ordered a new one for you according to that model, do you like it?"

"I like it very much." Wen Ruiyun caressed the guitar strings carefully, with a smile on his eyes and brows, "Boss Shang is so kind, how can I thank you?"

Shang Heng: "Then play it for me."

Wen Ruiyun shook his head: "No."

"why?"

Wen Ruiyun looked down at him, with a deep smile in his eyes, and suddenly leaned closer.

The handsome face of the other party was magnified in front of his eyes, Shang Heng subconsciously leaned back, and the very faint scent of white sandalwood surrounded him in an instant.

The body just out of the bath is full of male hormones, only a slender neck is left in the field of vision, the skin is moist and elastic, and the delicate collarbone and exposed chest are below...

There was a scorching breath in his ear, and the man laughed in a low voice, which was three points more magnetic than the chord:

"I'm going to hide it."

Shang Heng was startled, and when he came back to his senses, the man had already stepped back, a drop of warm water landed on his shoulder and trickled into his lapel.

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the next day.Boston Racecourse is located in the southern suburbs, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres. The vegetation is covered with a large area of ​​eye-catching green, and the air is filled with the smell of moist grass.

On the left is the racecourse, which coincides with the festival and there are many guests. Under the guidance of the manager of the racecourse, Shang Heng and his party directly entered the equestrian training area.

The two brothers and sisters of the Wen family were sent to the pony shed by Wen Ruiyun, and they were only allowed to ride a docile pony.

The horse trainer pulled out a white horse handpicked by Wen Ruiyun, with a fiery red mane on its forehead, he gently stroked the horse, and handed the rein to Shang Heng's hand: "Go up, this horse has the most gentle temperament."

Shang Heng mounted the horse on the steps specially designed for beginners, and let Wen Ruiyun guide him to adjust his posture.

The field of vision suddenly widened from the horseback, and several unexpected figures could be seen at a glance.

Gu Lin, who was dressed in black riding attire, rode on a tall black horse, looked coldly in the direction of the two of them, pulled the rein, and walked towards Shang Heng.

Not far away, it turned out to be Fang Yang, who I hadn't seen for a long time. He was not riding a horse, and a middle-aged couple followed behind him, chatting and laughing.

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, Gu Lin's dark horse was approaching, and before he had time to say hello, Shang Heng suddenly felt the horse's back sank, and there was someone behind him——

Wen Ruiyun wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, pressed him tightly to his arms, held the reins with the other hand, and passed Gu Lin's black horse.

The eyes of the two faced each other in mid-air, and Wen Ruiyun smiled faintly: "Chairman Fang and his wife have returned to China? Mr. Gu, are you meeting your future parents-in-law today?"

Gu Lin's tense face suddenly turned half black.