He walks the career path in Shurachang

The hazy moonlight shines through the window sill, laying a silver carpet on the quiet corridor.

The subtle smell of gunpowder smelt imperceptibly in the narrow corridor.

Rong stared at Shang Heng deadly, with bluish-white skin, deep black pupils, clenched fist with protruding knuckles, light blue blood vessels faintly visible under the thin skin.

He hoped to get a denial, but his eyes sank deeply as Shang Heng hesitated to speak, Rong Zhi bit his lips, and finally smiled forcedly: "Rest early."

Shang Heng pushed Wen Ruiyun into the room from the door, and nodded towards Rongzhi: "You too."

The door closed with a click, completely blocking Rong Zhi's sight.

He stood with his arms folded in front of the corridor for a while, the hallway was cool and the shirt was a bit thin, he clenched his arms tightly, but he didn't get any warmth from his palms.

Rong Zhi closed the door silently, and a ray of warm light was shining in the study, illuminating the messy photos on the wall.

Shang Heng's adoptive parents and his family were marked with a slash with a black signature pen, Lin Yuqing had the same mark, Gu Lin had two slashes, and Fang Yang had a big cross.

Rong Zhi stared at Wen Ruiyun's photo, held a pen, and drew a third slash on it.

The tip of the pen moved across the photo wall, and finally stopped in front of the photo of Shang Heng in the middle. Rong Zhi gently stroked his face with his fingers, took off the photo, lowered his head slightly, and dropped a kiss like a superficial kiss.

The screen of the mobile phone on the table was flickering with incoming messages, Rong Zhi glanced at it, it was a transfer reminder, Shang Heng prepaid the rent of the apartment for three months.

The last time Shang Heng transferred money was when he paid half a year's rent in advance. From this point of view, he will move out for at most another three months...

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and for a moment, he calmed down his excess emotions as if nothing had happened, turned on his laptop, wrote a short email, and sent it to every real estate agency under the name of his father's company.

After finishing all this, Rong Zhi turned off the light, and in the dark, he lit a cigarette, the moonlight fell on the floor in front of the window, he leaned on the single sofa in a leisurely posture, resting his cheek with one hand, quietly Jing looks at the photos on the wall...

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"Is this the apartment you live in?"

Wen Ruiyun took off his coat and put it on his elbows, and strolled around the house. Unfortunately, this single apartment is only [-] square meters in size, so he walked around in a few steps.

Newspapers and magazines scattered on the sofa in the living room, cold coffee cups on the table, a quilt thrown up in the bedroom, a kitchen that has hardly been opened, and coats stacked like arhats on the coat rack, and even the single shelf on the shelf in front of the mirror in the bathroom The only water cup and toothbrush were not let go, and they had a panoramic view.

Shang Heng crossed his hands and leaned lazily on the door frame: "Has the leader finished his inspection?"

Wen Ruiyun couldn't help laughing when he heard such remarks: "It seems that I can't find your little secret."

Shang Heng shrugged: "It's just a residence, not your cabin, so there's no secret."

Wen Ruiyun didn't know which sentence pleased her, and she looked in a good mood: "This place is too cramped, it doesn't suit your status, and you are a boss worth hundreds of millions, why don't you change to a bigger house? At least ask someone to clean up the house. "

Shang Heng said indifferently: "Anyway, I live alone, why do I need such a big house? Do I hear the echo every day? I'm not as particular about the cost as you are, it's the same wherever I live, but I don't plan to live here for a long time, after all, it's Rongzhi's apartment , it won’t be so busy after a while, so I’m going to move out.”

Wen Ruiyun turned around: "It's all the same? Don't you think you should have a decent home?"

Shang Heng gave a pause for packing up the sundries: "...I never thought about it."

Two or more people can be called a home, and a house for one person can only be called a single apartment.This is the world in the book, where does he have a home?

Wen Ruiyun said slowly: "If you find it troublesome, there are still many vacant rooms in my manor, you can choose."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but he didn't answer the question after all.

Wen Ruiyun returned to the living room and sat down on the combined sofa. The expensive high-tailored suit and the dignified posture of sitting on the sofa seemed like a condescending outsider who was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Shang Heng poured him a cup of tea, ordinary tea, ordinary white porcelain cup, ordinary hot water.

Wen Ruiyun shook the cup, disgusted: "I never drink this kind of tea."

Shang Heng squinted his eyes, let out a heck, and was about to launch a taunting attack, but saw the other party slowly blowing away the heat, lowered his head and took a sip, held it in his mouth for a while, and then drank it into his throat, raised his eyes and shot at Shang Heng Come on with a smile: "Now I feel quite fragrant."

Shang Heng: "..."

He was almost amused by Wen Ruiyun: "Mr. Wen, President Wen, if you use provocative means in the mall, is there room for your opponent?"

Wen Ruiyun nodded reservedly, and smiled calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Shang, for your compliment, and let's encourage you together."

Shang Heng almost laughed off the newspapers and magazines in his hand: "Where did you learn to be a slob? I didn't know you still had the potential to tell cold jokes. Where did Mr. Wen, who is serious and serious, go? You can't be someone else Fake it?"

Or is this Wen Ruiyun's unique drunken state?

Wen Ruiyun crossed his legs, leaned against the back of the soft sofa, loosened his tie casually, and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs:

"Of course I learned it from Mr. Shang. Mr. Shang's gestures and gestures unintentionally coaxed a group of people into submission. If I can learn a thing or two, why don't I stand by the side of the road and blow the cold wind?"

Shang Heng's nose fluttered slightly, and he waved his hands pretendingly: "Tsk, it smells so sour, is Mr. Wen subdued by me? I didn't see it."

Wen Ruiyun glanced at him with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to grab Shang Heng's tie, and dragged him to his eyes, his voice was low and deep, like the end of a cello: "When did Mr. Shang coax me? Huh?"

Shang Heng supported the back of the sofa with one hand, and met Wen Ruiyun's focused eyes. At such a close distance, the silhouette of the other party was shrouded in a deeper and more three-dimensional shadow cast by Shang Heng.

It is obviously Zhang Ruya's elegant and dignified facial features. At this moment, the tie is still tied up, and the button on the collar of the shirt is also meticulously buttoned to the highest one, but the lips are extremely ruddy. people to kiss.

Even when showing weakness deliberately, Wen Ruiyun still looks strong.

The familiar white sandalwood fragrance rushed into his nose, Shang Heng's Adam's apple slipped gently, his lips were dry, he held his tie, and pulled it back from the man's hand little by little.

He didn't move, and his voice was hoarse: "Mr. Wen only needs to wave, and there are many young and beautiful men and women vying to coax you. Why come to my small cramped apartment and argue with the neighbor across the way? Think it's out of style?"

Wen Ruiyun thought about the title "neighbor across the street", and said slowly: "I don't want to come here either, I don't like the decoration here, I don't like the narrowness here, I don't like the noise near the road, and I don't like the owner of this room. .”

The corners of Shang Heng's eyes twitched, and he was about to speak, but his mouth was blocked by the man's raised index finger.

"Although I don't like anywhere, but here is you." Wen Ruiyun sighed, and smiled helplessly, "If the mountain doesn't come, I will be the one, then I will have to come and go to the mountain."

Shang Heng laughed, knelt on the edge of the sofa, slowly straightened his upper body, and looked down at him condescendingly: "What if Shan doesn't want to be with you?"

Wen Ruiyun took his hand with neither light nor heavy force, seeing that Shang Heng didn't pull back immediately, he smiled slightly: "I see how charming Qingshan is, I expect Qingshan to see me like this."

"..." Shang Heng held back for a long time, shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Mr. Wen, you are too confident."

Wen Ruiyun said meaningfully: "How can I climb a mountain without confidence? I am afraid that looking at the high mountains and steep mountain roads, I will stop and want to take a shortcut."

Shang Heng withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Wen Ruiyun lowered his head and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "I'm talking about your neighbor."

"What's wrong with Rongzhi? You deliberately said those words just now to misunderstand him. I haven't settled the score with you yet."

Shang Heng frowned, thinking of Rong Zhi's suspicion of Wen Ruiyun leaking information to Fang Yang, he hesitated for the first time, wondering whether he should ask or not.

Wen Ruiyun raised his eyes, and the smile at the end of his eyes was restrained: "Didn't you explain it? You let me go, and you still want to settle accounts with me?"

Shang Heng was speechless for a while, then sat down on the sofa at the side, pinching the center of his brows: "There is no result, I was trying to stop him from thinking, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and I didn't intentionally poke his heart."

"Oh?" Wen Ruiyun dragged out his tone, shaking his teacup slowly, smiling lazily, "You know that I also have thoughts, but you still let me in, could it be..."

"No, no, no." Shang Heng stretched out a finger, waving it in front of his eyes, imitating Wen Ruiyun's tone and accent, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen, thank you for your love, but I'm sorry, you and I are afraid There will be no result."

Wen Ruiyun's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "..."

Shang Heng laughed out loud in an instant, and finally let out a bad breath, swaggered to the bathroom to freshen up, the door was locked firmly, leaving Wen Ruiyun alone in the cold living room doubting life.

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This small apartment only has a master bedroom and a study room, and there is only one bed.

A floor lamp was turned on in the corner of the room. Under the warm yellow light, Shang Heng was wearing a cotton pajamas and sitting on the single sofa in the bedroom, looking intently through the newly signed project proposal.

Wen Ruiyun came out of the bathroom covered in moisture, Shang Heng didn't have new pajamas for him to wear, so he had to give him a brand new set of shirts.

The two are of similar stature, and Wen Ruiyun's wearing Shang Heng's shirt does not violate harmony at all.

Shang Heng raised his head when he heard the movement, just in time to see a slender figure stepping slowly into the light.

Wen Ruiyun did not button up, revealing a large area of ​​tight skin on the chest. The lines with clear texture were gathered at the waist into a sexy mermaid line and extended into pajama pants. The hot water in the shower seemed to be too hot, making the skin hot and red.

His hair was combed back solemnly with hairspray on weekdays, but now it was wet with water and loosened casually, showing a bit of rare laziness and uninhibitedness.

Wet drops of water dripped from the ends of the hair at the sideburns, wet the white shirt, and left a small piece of dark water stain on the shoulder, then meandered down the collarbone, and finally landed on the instep of the wife.

Wen Ruiyun leaned against the door frame and gently knocked on the open door of the bedroom: "Mr. Shang, where are you going to place me?"

Shang Heng saw him from head to toe, then from foot to head, resting his chin on one hand, sighed: "I said sofa, will you go to sleep?"

Wen Ruiyun asked indifferently: "What do you think?"

Shang Heng pointed to his bed: "Mr. Wen, please."

Wen Ruiyun smiled slowly, what he was waiting for was this sentence: "Do you have any wine?"

"There is a refrigerator, why do you still want to drink?" Shang Heng frowned helplessly.

"I'm used to having a drink before bed."

Wen Ruiyun carried two cans of beer, put one of them on the coffee table beside Shang Heng, opened one by himself, raised his head and took a sip, frowning: "Why beer? I still like red wine."

Shang Heng looked at Sisi's steaming beer cans, and sneered: "How dare you dislike drinking the wine in my refrigerator? I want the red wine to go home and drink by myself."

Wen Ruiyun gave a deep smile, and touched the beer can lightly with him: "Cheers."

The cold and spicy wine dripped down his throat, Shang Heng turned the beer can, and squinted at Wen Ruiyun, who was sitting on the head of the bed in disheveled clothes: "Mr. Wen is so idle, why don't you work when you hang out with me?"

Wen Ruiyun moved around, leaving the side close to Shang Heng free for him, and said: "I need to do everything myself, what do you want those executives to do?"

Shang Heng laughed and nodded: "Yes."

He was thinking about the "Spirit Mountain" project in his heart, and he swallowed the words several times, maybe it was accidentally leaked by his subordinates...Rong Zhi was definitely Wen Ruiyun, but Shang Heng refused to believe it from the bottom of his heart.

"It's getting late, when will you see it?"

Wen Ruiyun interrupted his contemplation, Shang Heng came back to his senses, closed the proposal, turned off the floor lamp, only half of the room was illuminated by the moonlight.

He got up and rubbed his shoulders: "Mr. Wen go to bed early, I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

Said to go out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bedroom door was opened, a palm slammed on the door, and it closed again with a bang.

The hot chest was pressed against the back immediately, and the fiery body temperature and heat could be felt through the shirt, climbing up in the narrow gap between the arm and the wall.

Wen Ruiyun tightly hugged Shang Heng's waist, opened his mouth to grab his neck, gently sucked out red marks, his eyes darkened in the darkness: "Don't go."

The man's scorching breath filled the neck, Shang Heng's straight back went numb, and he grabbed Wen Ruiyun's wrist again.

Unexpectedly, this time the man learned the lesson, and he pressed the man against the wall with his body weight, forehead against forehead, nose tip against nose tip, his fingers touched Shang Heng's lips, and he said hoarsely:

"I want to kiss you here, can I?"

"...My boss."

This claim is lingering on the tip of the tongue thousands of times, teasing the eardrums in the corner where there is no one, it is so sexy and magnetic.

Shang Heng's breathing was slightly stagnant, his eyes gradually deepened, and his eyes were looking down at the beautiful lips, the open lapel, and the heaving chest... dryness flourished in every strand of hair.

He suddenly clasped Wen Ruiyun's chin forcefully, and saw the dark red in his dark eyes surging...