He walks the career path in Shurachang

It's the turn of spring and summer, and the morning breeze still lingers among the branches and leaves of the trees with a thin hint of coolness.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the golden morning light gradually spread over the window sill, and through the fluttering curtains, it fell on a corner of the big bed, and also illuminated the head buried between the lover's neck on the pillow.

Before waking up, Shang Heng was disturbed by the morning light and frowned, his sleeping position arched into a boiled shrimp, and he held Wen Ruiyun tightly in his arms with his arms and legs together.

Wen Ruiyun, who was woken up on time by the biological clock, stretched out a hand with difficulty to pick up the alarm clock on the bedside, glanced at it, pressed the notification tone, and threw it into the corner.

"... What time is it?" Shang Heng's hoarse voice came from next to his ear, as lazy as a raving in a dream.

"Woke you up? It's not yet eight o'clock, go to sleep again." Wen Ruiyun gently stroked the back of his neck, like stroking a cat, along the spine from head to waist,

Shang Heng closed his eyes, feeling so comfortable that he was about to fall headlong into the land of tenderness again. Fortunately, his brain was still struggling with the last bit of willpower, desperately resisting the sugar-coated bullets from Wen Ruiyun.

Shang Heng was in the midst of getting up and continuing to make a difficult choice, the last one was agitated, and he suddenly opened his eyes: "I almost forgot, my plane is going to Paris today, it's getting late, I have to get up!"

After that, he jumped up from the bed, and while putting on a shirt on his naked body, he took the time to turn his head and smack between Wen Ruiyun's eyebrows: "You don't have to go to the company this weekend, take a rest."

Wen Ruiyun propped up the pillow and sat on the cushion at the head of the bed, tilting her head to watch Shang Heng get dressed.

Shirts, trousers, vests... little by little wrapped his lean body into the delicate clothes, until he could no longer see the reddish scratches on his back and the plum marks on his collarbone.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you, and leave after eating, and I'll let Old Wu see you off later."

Shang Heng put on his tie in the mirror: "It's too late, I'll eat at the airport."

In the mirror, a pair of hands wrapped around Shang Heng's waist from behind, Wen Ruiyun's chin rested on his shoulder, and his warm chest pressed against it.

He locked Shang Heng's eyes straight through the mirror, smiled, and his voice just woke up was terribly magnetic: "Don't worry, the plane that takes you there will only have you as a guest, and I will wait for you as long as it takes, obediently." Eat breakfast, don't go hungry."

Shang Heng couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Wen is good at coaxing people, who's love book did you read again this time?"

Wen Ruiyun kissed his earlobe: "It's good for you, I don't need others to teach me."

Shang Heng pretended to touch his chin, and looked in the mirror to pretend to be embarrassed: "It seems that Mr. Wen is the stumbling block on my way to get rich and career."

Wen Ruiyun straightened the tie knot for him: "How do you say?"

Shang Heng sighed melancholy: "I suspect that you deliberately used sugar-coated bullets to wear down my will to achieve an ulterior secret, and I have evidence."

Wen Ruiyun nodded cooperatively: "I didn't expect you to see through it, so what is Mr. Shang going to do?"

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, showing a little smirk: "I'll interrogate you when I return to China."

Wen Ruiyun: "When will you be back?"

Shang Heng: "If everything goes well, it will take about a week."

Wen Ruiyun smiled slightly: "I do have an ulterior secret."

"Oh? What?"

Wen Ruiyun said meaningfully: "I'll tell you when you come back."

Shang Heng's teeth were itchy: "...What should I do? I don't want to leave!"

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Paris France.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite. Shang Heng had just returned from a meeting after a whole day of negotiations. He soaked his tired body in the bathtub and covered his face with a hot towel.

The mobile phone suddenly rang a familiar ringtone—it was the exclusive caller tone specially prepared by Shang Heng for Wen Ruiyun.

"Work is over?" The voice on the other end of the phone was low and distorted.

Shang Heng closed his eyes, imagining Wen Ruiyun sitting on the edge of the bathtub and smiling at him, nodded: "Well, it's almost done..."

He paused, the hot towel slipped off his face, and fell into the bathtub: "It should be early morning over there, why are you still awake?"

Wen Ruiyun responded in a low voice: "I guess you shouldn't be busy at this time, I just want to hear your voice before going to bed."

Shang Heng held back his smile, with his legs crossed on the other side of the bathtub, his big toe drawing a circle around the smooth edge: "Little Wen, do you want to sing you a lullaby to help you sleep?"

Wen Ruiyun said solemnly: "I was thinking that someone hadn't seen me for a week, so I thoughtfully made this call for someone, lest someone become sick and sleepless. Where did you think?"

Shang Heng: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Wen Ruiyun said slowly: "If I say yes, will you fly back right away?"

Shang Heng immediately turned out the tablet on the small coffee table, and rescheduled the flight back to China tomorrow night to midnight today, but he sighed in his mouth: "But I don't end until tomorrow, and I have to trouble Mr. Wen to think about me for another day."

The voice on the phone paused, and when it rang again, there was a trace of helpless disappointment: "Okay then, I will allow you to spend one last day outside."

Shang Heng fully agreed, thinking happily of someone's surprised expression after he returned home early.

After hanging up the phone, I didn't even bother to take a bath, I hurriedly tidied myself up, arranged my salute as quickly as possible, and rushed to the airport immediately.

And half a world away in the far east, Wen Ruiyun gently kissed the sleeping face in the morning light on the phone screen.

He solemnly placed a small blue velvet gift box on the bedside table, fell asleep peacefully, and waited for the arrival of tomorrow.

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Shang Heng temporarily returned to China early, and the flight he took landed at S City Airport after midnight.

As soon as he got off the plane, he opened the mail box that he hadn't opened for a week, and slowly dealt with the work left over from the week abroad. Suddenly, an email from Rongzhi jumped into his eyes.

Shang Heng frowned and opened it, there were only two short sentences in it, which were the "surprise" that Rong Zhi had mentioned to give him:

"Shang Heng, do you want to know why you and several other people entered the book world? Three days later, at midnight, they came here to find me."

Shang Heng was taken aback, and looked at the sending time of the email. Isn't it midnight three days later?Rong Zhi probably didn't know that he went abroad last week, let alone that he would come back early.

"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to come to see me, but you may have to leave the book world and return to the real life you once had. Some people you will never see again."

Seeing this sentence, Shang Heng's pupils constricted suddenly, and his whole body was shocked!

He glanced at the time, right now Wen Ruiyun should be sleeping soundly, but fortunately he told him that he will return to China tomorrow, and he still has one night to solve Rongzhi's matter.

Fortunately, he returned home early on a whim. If he missed this email, maybe he has been dragged back to the real world inexplicably? !

He couldn't even say goodbye to Wen Ruiyun!

Thinking of this possibility, Shang Heng's hands and feet felt cold for a moment, and his fear and anxiety were like bones protruding from the abyss, grabbing his heart and sinking continuously...

What secrets does Rong Zhi hold in his hands that he doesn't know?Could it be that he can control whether he will continue to stay in the book world? !

Seeing that the time given in the email had passed, Shang Heng sullenly stopped a taxi and said, "Go to Jinling Garden, No. 23, Zhaoyang Road!"

The author has something to say: "Surprise" x3

emmmmm this chapter seems a little short, too sleepy, try to write more orz tomorrow