He walks the career path in Shurachang

the next day.The first ray of sunlight in the morning filters through the white gauze curtains and sprinkles mottledly on the big bed in the master bedroom.

Wen Ruiyun's biological clock woke him up on time, and when he woke up, half of his body was stiff and numb, he turned his head calmly, and the man beside him hugged him tightly like a beloved pillow.

Shang Heng was still in a deep sleep, his hands and feet were pressing on half of his hands and feet, his head was arched in the hollow of his neck, and he was dishonest in his sleep.

The slanting sunlight just hit Shang Heng's exposed side face, and painted a warm gold on the flying brows, the eyelashes blinked in vain under the disturbance of the light, and the brows were tangled and did not want to wake up.

Wen Ruiyun smiled faintly, and carefully stood up sideways. The slightly increased height of his shoulders just protected him from the sun.

Shang Heng's arm around his waist was tightened, and he buried his face in the pillow, and slept more soundly in a different position.

Shang Heng's breathing was long and steady, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, his side face was undefended, and he completely restrained the implicit attack and xenophobia in his bones, like a docile sheep.

Wen Ruiyun's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to tease him. Afraid of waking up, he could only watch from afar.

Until the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone was so loud that it shook the world, Wen Ruiyun frowned. If this mobile phone belonged to him, he would be dead on the spot immediately, and he would never be reborn forever.

Shang Heng, who was woken up, frowned, without opening his eyes, stretched out his hand to rummage on the bedside table, pressed the answer button indiscriminately, his voice was still a bit lazy and hoarse: "Hello, who is it?"

"Not up yet? Did you forget how many artists you agreed to meet today?"

On the phone, Rong Zhi's voice sounded a little tired.

Shang Heng fell asleep most of the time in an instant, his eyes rolled, and his eyes met Wen Ruiyun who was close at hand.

Wen Ruiyun's eyes were deep, and she looked at him delicately.

Shang Heng: "..."

With such excitement early in the morning, he didn't want to suffer from high blood pressure at a young age.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and when Wen Ruiyun leaned over, he reached out to press his lips: "...Rongzhi, sorry, I got up late..."

Shang Heng sat up, the quilt slipped from his shoulders, revealing the vague redness around his neck.

Wen Ruiyun counted each of his red medals in detail, with playful smile lines curled up at the end of his eyes, he didn't make a sound, just slightly opened his lips, and put the finger at the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

The hot and humid mouth wrapped around the fingers, and the tip of the tongue was sticky on the fingertips. Shang Heng's voice on the phone suddenly stopped, and his eyes were heavy, staring at Wen Ruiyun's calm face without blinking.

It's so simple to wake up a man's spirit in the morning, if it wasn't for the wet and soft touch that clearly stimulated the nerve endings, just looking at Wen Ruiyun's expression, Shang Heng almost mistakenly thought that the other party was just enjoying an ordinary breakfast.

"Shang Heng?" Suddenly there was no sound, Rong Zhi on the other end called him several times.

"...you go to the company first, don't worry about me, I'll go there by myself later." Shang Heng came back to his senses, withdrew his hand, wiped the sticky greasy corner of Wen Ruiyun's lips, pinched his chin again, leaned forward, and leaned forward. Go and bite those wet lips.

"Okay then, I'll wait for you at the company..."

Rong Zhi was about to hang up the phone, when he suddenly heard a strange moan from the other end, his fingers holding the phone stiffened, his five fingers clenched the edges, followed by a beep, the connection was disconnected.

Rong Zhi remained in the posture of answering the phone for a long time, his lips moved, only the endless busy tone remained in his ears.

After a long time, he got up from the single sofa, took the coat from the end of the bed and put it on. The sheets were neat without a single wrinkle, and under the warm light of the morning sun, there was a cool feeling that no one was there.

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In the warm white master bedroom, Shang Heng pressed Wen Ruiyun on the pillow and kissed him hard.

Wen Ruiyun's scorching palm caressed the other's arched back, his breathing gradually sank, his eyes were half closed, and he said hoarsely: "Mr. Shang is really hardworking and studious, and his kissing skills have improved by leaps and bounds..."

Shang Heng put his arm beside his ear, and slightly raised his body: "Everyone, let's keep working hard."

Wen Ruiyun let out a low laugh, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Don't go today..."

"..."

Facing Wen Ruiyun's seductive smile, even a workaholic like Shang Heng couldn't help but struggle in his heart, and finally got up from him with a sad face:

"No, this matter is very important and must be done, and it cannot be delayed any longer."

"what's up?"

Shang Heng snorted and said, "Go cheat your ex-fiancee."

Wen Ruiyun laughed: "How can I have a fiancee?"

Shang Heng consciously slipped his mouth, coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, the contract between Huaimeng and I has also expired, and it's time to settle the old and new grudges together."

Wen Ruiyun's fiery eyes traced behind Shang Heng's back, watching him put on shirts, trousers, and vest one by one, wrapping his slender and lean body in delicate clothes little by little.

"As long as you open your mouth, I can suppress Huaimeng so that I can't stand up and express my anger for you. In fact, I heard that Fang Yang's finances are already facing serious problems, and several projects have been directly suspended."

"I thought you were a big businessman with a clear distinction between public and private, so you would say such things that harm others and not yourself?" Shang Heng turned his head to look at him with a look of surprise.

Wen Ruiyun didn't get up, but was still lying on his side on Shang Heng's bed, with his face supported by one hand, with a relaxed attitude.

He smiled helplessly: "Before today, I would never have thought of it."

Shang Heng was amused by this sentence, and his heart swayed: "Mr. Wen is admitting that he is insane?"

Wen Ruiyun nodded his nose in a serious manner: "Well, color."

Shang Heng laughed angrily, and casually picked up the tie hanging at the corner of the bed and threw it at him: "...you scolded me?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled softly, and slowly changed his words: "I'm praising you for looking good."

He sat up, the quilt only covered his waist, and the ruined white shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, revealing a deep collarbone, and a button was fastened on his chest to hide it.

Shang Heng withdrew his gaze from him and concentrated on dressing himself, but couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "When the dignified President Wen is also sloppy, he doesn't even know if his buttons are buttoned wrong..."

Wen Ruiyun raised his eyebrows and lowered his head. He didn't know who tied it, but the position was staggered. As he got out of bed, the lapel was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles.

He re-buttoned himself, put the tie on Shang Heng's neckline, and tied the tie knot for him, with focused eyes and unhurried movements.

"You don't have to take Fang Yang seriously, he doesn't deserve your attention."

Shang Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Wen Ruiyun knows nothing about the world of books. Perhaps in his eyes, Fang Yang is just an ordinary rich second generation with little skill or ability, or a move in a group game, but to Shang Heng, it is a variable.

The most important thing is that Fang Yang in the original book didn't end well, and even made Wen Ruiyun feel bad. Although the current plot has changed beyond recognition, there are always hidden worries.

"So? Do you have something to tell me?" Wen Ruiyun asked softly, noticing the subtle changes in his expression.

Shang Heng hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head: "It's fine."

The matter of wearing a book...let's talk about it later.

"By the way, what do you want to eat?" Shang Heng opened the refrigerator door and was helpless at the empty refrigerator. There were only cold beer and noodles in it. "How about I eat it for you?"

Wen Ruiyun leaned against the door, his gaze shifted down vaguely.

Shang Heng: "...Where did you want to go!"

The knock on the door came just right.

Secretary Wu, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, greeted Shang Heng respectfully at the door.

He carried two brand-new suits, a change of underwear and shoes and socks to the house without looking sideways, folded Wen Ruiyun's clothes and took them away, and packed them together with Shang Heng's replacement for dry cleaning.

He took out a breakfast for two from the incubator and put it on the table, including rice porridge, side dishes, milk, meat and eggs.

"You two, please eat while it's hot."

Secretary Wu bowed slightly to Wen Ruiyun, who was dressed neatly, "Mr. Wen, the car is downstairs. I have postponed the morning meeting for you by one hour."

Wen Ruiyun nodded: "Shang Heng, come over for breakfast, and Secretary Wu will send you off later."

Shang Heng stared at Secretary Wu next to Wen Ruiyun for a long time, and sighed: "Why don't you give me Secretary Wu, and I will double the salary you pay him."

Wen Ruiyun took the hot towel and wiped his hands, then said with a smile, "That's impossible, Lao Wu is not an ordinary employee, and three generations of his family have worked for the Wen family, unless..."

Shang Heng asked with interest: "Unless what?"

Wen Ruiyun took a spoonful of porridge, blew on the steaming white air, and said slowly, "Unless you are also the owner of the Wen Family Manor."

Shang Heng shut up immediately, hummed softly in his heart, and tried to cheat me about the rent again.

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Office of the President of Zhongsheng Company.

After the second round of financing, Shangheng moved to a new and more spacious office building, which is near the twin towers of the financial street in the city center, and the towering landmark building can be seen straight from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The big screen on the TV wall is scrolling to broadcast the latest entertainment news. One is that Lin Yuqing, the hotly-discussed actor on the Internet, was ruthlessly abandoned by the boss of Zhongsheng Company due to injury and disfigurement. The big-budget new movie that he will invest in will miss the lead role.

The other one is that Zhongsheng Company and the film and entertainment company under the Gu Group, in order to compete for the schedule of a popular artist, did not hesitate to offer a sky-high salary. ready to move.

Shang Heng glanced at the news abruptly, sat behind his desk, and lowered his head to review the documents sent by Lin Yuqing, which introduced in detail the secrets in the circle that Lin Yuqing knew well.

He remembered two knocks on the door, but he didn't lift his head: "Please come in."

Rong Zhi pushed the door open and entered, dressed in a dark black striped suit, silver-gray tie, slender and straight legs, calm and gentle footsteps, like a silent shadow, quietly came in front of Shang Heng.

A cup of black coffee was brought to Shang Heng's hand, the temperature was just right for the mouth.

"Sister Li said, you took her to discuss the starring role of the new movie?"

Shang Heng raised his head, rubbed the corners of his dry eyes, and nodded simply: "Yes, you are a legal practitioner after all, she is more familiar with artists in the industry than you, and what you have in hand is more important to me. By the way, let’s talk about the progress, last time I asked to check Fang Yang’s situation, do you have any clues?”

Rong Zhi nodded, and handed him a stack of photos: "I asked a detective to follow Fang Yang. There is indeed a strange thing. I found that your adoptive parents seem to have contact with him, and there is also money."

Shang Heng flipped through the photos in surprise, his brows furrowed a little bit, this plot...could there be some important secrets in the original book that he didn't know about?Fang Yang didn't get rid of the queen just because he regarded the original owner as a rival in love?

Is there any other more important reason?

Shang Heng rubbed his cheek subconsciously, and suddenly remembered the last time when he met the Fang couple at the racetrack, they were overly enthusiastic and Fang Yang was overly nervous.

Rong Zhi watched his expression carefully, pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stared at him closely: "Shang Heng? What are you thinking of?"

Shang Heng came back to his senses, with a faint smile: "It's nothing, it's just an immature guess."

Rong Zhi's gaze moved down slowly from his face, and then froze for a while, fixed on the faint red mark on his neck.

"Shang Heng." His lips moved, and he said calmly: "You changed your mind temporarily and let Sister Li replace me, is it really just because of this consideration?"

Shang Heng was taken aback, then smiled: "Of course, can there be anything else?"

Rong Zhi was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I see."

Rong Zhi got up to leave, and slowly closed the door of the CEO's office, his expressionless profile was reflected on the mirror wall of the corridor.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he looked down. It was a message from the person in charge of a real estate agency:

"No. 23 Zhaoyang Road, townhouse complex, three buildings No. 18, and No. 19 separated by a wall is an empty rough house."

His eyes passed through the blinds behind the transparent glass and fell on Shang Heng who was on the phone. His eyes were focused and motionless, and the eyes behind the lenses were dark and almost greedy.

Shang Heng, for whom would you lie to me?

Rong Zhi smiled in a trance, but it doesn't matter, I will still forgive you.

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In the earpiece, Gu Lin's voice sounded a little annoyed: "Shang Heng, what do you mean?"

Shang Heng tilted his head and clamped the receiver on his shoulder, holding a signature pen to write and draw on Lin Yuqing's documents, lazily drawing out the tone: "What do you mean?"

"What do you give me money for? 500 million?"

Shang Heng: "This is the money I gave you back, including the principal with interest, what I owed you at first, and the 'breakup fee' that your mother lent me to you, how about it? I am very trustworthy. "

"Heh!" There was a characteristic sneer, "Want to get rid of me? Who cares!"

Through the phone line, Shang Heng could imagine that Gu Lin's face was ashen, with a face full of anger and nowhere to vent, he could only be sulking all by himself.

Shang Heng smiled silently: "Since it's not rare, don't forget to return the IOU."

Gu Lin: "..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Gu Lin's voice sounded slowly, distorted and hoarse:

"If I say rare, will you not take the IOU?"

The tip of Shang Heng's pen that was writing suddenly paused, and he made a mistake. For a while, both ends of the phone were silent, only the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.