He walks the career path in Shurachang

The heavy rain has gradually stopped at some point, and the thick dark clouds have blown away into the distance. The moonlight shines straight down on the world, spreads over the floor-to-ceiling windows, and flows gently on the corner of the carpet.

In the bedroom, only a floor lamp in the corner was turned on, and a curtain of pearls and jade crystals hung down from the lampshade, reflecting a confused and ambiguous mood by the light.

On the big central bed in the master bedroom, the snow-white pillow was also dyed a warm orange color, and the left side was slightly sunken, bearing two overlapping shadows.

Supporting Wen Ruiyun's cheeks with a pair of arms, Shang Heng slowly leaned over and stared at him.

The tip of the nose was only one centimeter away from the other party, and the warm breath kissed his cheek, and Wen Ruiyun even raised his chin slightly, as if a skin-to-skin kiss was about to happen in the next second.

However, Shang Heng stopped just above this centimeter, his lips moved slightly, and he snorted in a low voice: "Mr. Wen is really bad, he is so weak, why don't you forget sweet words to coax me at this time?"

Wen Ruiyun's chest vibrated with a low laugh: "It's from the bottom of my heart."

"I don't believe what you say from the bottom of your heart." Shang Heng curled his lips, imitating his accent, and the yin and yang strangeness elongated the tone, "'Whatever you want, I will fulfill it for you one by one', tsk tsk..."

Wen Ruiyun was amused by the sour smell of his rubbing, and raised his hand to touch his cheek, but Shang Heng slapped it on the back of his hand like a fly, clasped his wrist, and sank into the soft pillow.

Shang Heng's index finger pierced Wen Ruiyun's empty palm, and through the tight gauze, he stroked the wound very lightly and slowly, itching to his heart, Wen Ruiyun couldn't help moving his fingers.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, his lips parted and then closed again, he seemed hesitant to speak, after thinking for a while, he finally said: "Actually, you may not believe me when I say it, but you think I'm coaxing you."

"That sentence, I didn't think it through carefully, or intentionally please it, but that scene, for a moment, this sentence came to my mind, and somehow, I blurted it out naturally."

Shang Heng was taken aback for a moment, then frowned secretly, what is this?Could it be the end of the world line?

Although most of the plots have changed, the movies he invested in to shoot should still be popular, and those passers-by who were killed by cannon fodder, such as Zhao Yusheng, did not end well.

Shang Heng suddenly regretted that he didn't read the ending of the original book carefully, and he didn't know what would happen later.

Just when he was struggling with the uncertainty of the future, a bit of moist softness fell on the corner of his lips, and the scorching breath was sticky and sticky, brushing his cheeks like feathers.

Shang Heng was tickled by his chin, he snorted and said: "I still have a dream of being a rich man, why don't you realize it for me?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled and said, "Aren't you a rich man now?"

Shang Heng carefully traced the shape of the other's lips with his eyes, as if he was studying where to start his mouth: "It depends on who to compare with. Compared with you, of course it's not enough..."

"Oh, it's a pity that the manor my Wen family has passed down from the last century is worth hundreds of millions, and someone is not willing to live in it." Wen Ruiyun shook his head and sighed, "It seems that this dream of being a rich man will never come true."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, unmoved: "Sugar-coated cannonballs, will I be fooled by you?"

"Still unhappy?" Wen Ruiyun was pressed by his hand, and he could only lift his chin to chase his lips, "What should I do to make you happier? Please give me some hints from Mr. Shang."

Shang Heng's dark eyes rolled: "Are you willing to do it just to make me happy?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled: "Of course."

Shang Heng said with a stern face: "Then act like a spoiled child and show me."

Wen Ruiyun's expression froze: "..."

Shang Heng urged: "Hurry up, I want to see President Wen's acting like a baby, isn't what I just said mean nothing?"

Wen Ruiyun pursed her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know how to do this. Why don't you show me first?"

Shang Heng hehe, this dog is really treacherous and cunning!

But he hasn't lost anyone yet!

Shang Heng jumped up from the bed.

Wen Ruiyun's body suddenly lost weight, a little uncomfortable, and looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Shang Heng was serious: "I was caught in the rain just now, and I haven't taken a shower yet."

Wen Ruiyun paused for a moment, feeling cold in his arms, so he could only say: "There is a bathroom in the room, I'll ask someone to prepare clothes for you."

Shang Heng smiled: "Then I'll go in."

He took off his slippers at the door and stepped into the bathroom with bare feet. The white overhead light illuminated a small piece of carpet at the door.

No one spoke, and the bedroom immediately fell silent. After a burst of rustling sounds, the sound of dripping water gradually sounded, beating densely and cheerfully on the tiled floor.

Wen Ruiyun was taken aback for a moment, and kept staring at the bright light at the door of the bathroom, and then noticed belatedly—this guy didn't close the door when he took a shower!

Realizing this, Wen Ruiyun's mind immediately involuntarily came up with some beautiful pictures, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, and he saw dripping water drops, a slender and tough body, smooth lines, and firm texture...

They were all faintly hidden in the dense mist, and the sound of water from the shower penetrated into his ears, and he couldn't decide not to hear them.

Why does the medicinal effect in the wine seem to be stronger?

Wen Ruiyun faintly felt sweat on his forehead, his Adam's apple slipped, and he had to close his eyes, trying to dispel these sweet and tormenting charms, but Shang Heng didn't intend to just let him go.

"Wen Ruiyun..." Shang Heng's voice was filtered by the shower, showing a bit of distortion.

Wen Ruiyun was forced to respond: "What's wrong?"

"can you hear me?"

"audible."

Shang Heng dragged his tune for a long time: "Beast, you actually overheard me taking a bath!"

Wen Ruiyun: "..."

Another quarter of an hour later, Shang Heng came out wearing a brand new bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around his head to wipe his hair.

Two straight calves were exposed from the hem of the clothes, and water drops slid down, and no drop fell into Wen Ruiyun's dark eyes.

Shang Heng threw away the towel and sat down on the edge of the bed, the corners of Wen Ruiyun's eyes had already turned a pale crimson color from the medicine.

Shang Heng admired this glamorous color carefully, and said narrowly: "Mr. Wen's face is so red, wouldn't he hide under the quilt and do bad things secretly while I'm not around?"

Wen Ruiyun showed his gauze-wrapped hands and raised his eyebrows: "Where am I as wicked as Mr. Shang?"

Shang Heng smiled, and stretched his hand into the quilt: "Well, I have to check to find out..."

He leaned over Wen Ruiyun, simply moved his legs up, and changed to a more comfortable position to lie on his side, with the other hand gently stroking his side face, his nose moved towards him, and buried it in the other's neck time, take a deep breath.

It is also the familiar aroma of white sandalwood, lingering in the nose.

"What kind of perfume are you wearing? It's such a special fragrance..."

Shang Heng's slightly cool lips followed the arched arc of his Adam's apple, rubbing a little bit, lightly, itching to kiss or not.

Wen Ruiyun had to raise his head, as if taking the initiative to send the key point of his throat to the altar of worship.

He took a breath, and said in a deep voice, "It's not perfume, it's a special incense..."

The second half of the sentence was drawn into his mouth by Shang Heng's tongue, he kissed him slowly, bit the other's lip, pried open his teeth, and sucked the kiss deeply and shallowly.

The movement is not light or heavy, neither fast nor slow, like tasting an appetizer before a meal, or a small dessert.

Wen Ruiyun hugged him immediately, like a hospitable host, eager to welcome him into the house.

Compared to Shang Heng's calmness, his breathing gradually lost control.

I don't know if it's the medicine that hasn't subsided, or something else, the dizziness in front of my eyes is getting worse, and besides the ambiguous sound of sticky water, there is only the sound of rapid breathing.

The heartbeat continued to accelerate along with the gradually warming blood, and the young deer living inside woke up, screaming, and pushed him with soft little horns, making his chest bulge and boiling with joy.

The kiss went from shallow to deep, tasted the lips, and then moved towards the root of the ear.

Shang Heng's lips were obviously cold, but when they landed on his body, they were scalding hot.

Perhaps the heater in the bedroom was turned on too high, otherwise why would every breath feel like it was on fire?

"Is Mr. Wen sick? Your skin is so hot?" Shang Heng rubbed his ruddy earlobe with his teeth, and pretended to say, "Should I call the doctor back and show you?"

"The doctor can't cure me..." Wen Ruiyun said hoarsely, his dry throat urgently needed moisture, and his dark red eyes stared straight at him, "You are responsible for your wine, my Mr. Shang..."

Shang Heng seemed in a dilemma: "But how can I take advantage of the danger of others and act like a beast?"

Wen Ruiyun laughed twice, his eyes were provocative, and his chest heaved slightly: "When I recover, you will have no chance."

"Heh!" Shang Heng squinted his eyes, "Since Mr. Wen said so, then for the sake of fairness, it's better to wait for you to recover, lest someone touch Ci and say that I bullied you."

Shang Heng lay down on the side in a big way, and simply closed his eyes, turning a blind eye to the rapid breathing of the person next to his pillow.

"Shang Heng? Mr. Shang?"

Shang Heng ignored it.

Wen Ruiyun smiled helplessly. He had just taken the medicine, and now he had regained a little strength. He barely turned over, and the sheet slid down on himself.

He lowered his head and kissed Shang Heng's forehead, eyelids, high nose bridge and seductive lips, imprinting his own breath little by little: "Shang Heng, don't ignore me..."

Shang Heng quietly opened a slit of his eyes.

Wen Ruiyun chuckled lightly, slipped his unwrapped right hand into the quilt, and continued: "I'm willing to let you."

Shang Heng was surprised: "Why?"

Could it be that the frail President Wen Da finally recognized the form of the enemy's strength and our weakness, and gave up struggling?

Wen Ruiyun's eyes deepened, and his voice was hoarse: "Love has a passion and possessiveness that other relationships don't contain. I like to see you want to possess me..."

"If you're just lying there and pushing and letting go, I'd be worried if you're avoiding it for other reasons."

He gently stroked Shang Heng's face, staring at him intently: "Do you like me, Mr. Shang?"

Shang Heng's heart trembled, he took a deep look at him, wrapped his hands around him tightly, turned over suddenly, and blocked the mouth that kept opening and closing.

Burning lips tossed and turned on the other pair.

The throbbing beat fiercely in the chest, and in the heavy panting, breathing became a luxury, and I could only pray for a little mercy in my dizziness.

Wen Ruiyun grabbed the back of Shang Heng's neck with his right hand, trying to laugh at Shang Heng's rudeness with his calmness.

But he was forced to raise his head, and could only make a pitiful breathless sound. The smile at the end of the sound was completely blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak a word until the corners of his eyes were forced to get wet, and he was kissed gently by Shang Heng. go.

With a hoarse voice, he rubbed his ears and temples: "Mr. Wen, why don't you show me how coquettish you are..."

The corners of Wen Ruiyun's eyes were dark red, and he was helpless at his "demonstration", his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he sighed secretly: "Shang Heng, kiss me..."