He walks the career path in Shurachang

half year later.

Shang Heng reintegrated Zhongsheng and Huaimeng under his name, as well as the subsidiaries he took over after exchanging equity with Fang's Group, and began to develop upstream and downstream in the film and entertainment industry.

The group company was named Hengxing, and the headquarters was replaced with a new office building again. This time, it was directly moved to the opposite of the famous landmark building, the Twin Towers, on Financial Street.

Across a wide road, the two buildings face each other far away.

After the "Golden House Incident" a year ago, the police salvaged the local waters for a week, but no trace of Rong Zhi was found. Until now, his whereabouts are still unknown, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

Due to the balance of various factors, Shang Heng finally did not choose to announce the incident to the outside world, but blocked the news, and Rong Zhi's disappearance was also classified as an accidental drowning.

He, Wen Ruiyun and others returned to Rongzhi's villa, and found a safe from the back of the photo wall. The password was Shang Heng's birthday. There was nothing valuable in it, only two books with black and white covers.

Inside the book was a handwritten letter with a few lines of small characters telling Shang Heng that as long as Shang Heng's own book was burned first, he would never return to the original world.

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In the office of the president of Hengxing Group, pale golden sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the maroon floor in a bright color.

Shang Heng sat behind the large desk, relaxed his body, and sank into the back of the black swivel leather chair.

He casually flipped through a quarterly report in his hand: "Another small investment movie has become a dark horse..."

On the TV wall opposite, the latest entertainment news is being broadcast: Lin Yuqing won the Golden Moon Award for Best Actor and successfully won the grand slam in her life, while the Gu Group seems to have given up on the domestic entertainment industry that has been repeatedly defeated. Started to step out to explore abroad.

There was an incoming call from the split landline on the table. He glanced at the number, picked up the wireless handset and put it between his side face and shoulders. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his tone was drawn out to pretend to be puzzled: "Hello, who is it?"

Shen Yue chuckled softly on the other end of the phone: "Who do you think I am?"

"Oh, how would I know who it is if you don't tell me?" Shang Heng got up from the leather chair, and walked slowly to the French window, his slender and straight legs wrapped in trousers, illuminated by the sun a little bit.

He looked at the twin towers opposite through the window. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew that there must be someone on the opposite side who was focusing his gaze on this.

The man smiled and said, "Look up."

Shang Heng looked out curiously, and saw a window opened on the top floor of the office building of the Twin Towers, and a bunch of balloons protruded from the window, with deep and shallow girlish fans swaying back and forth with the wind blowing from above.

Shang Heng: "..."

What kind of rustic new way of showing love is this?

He held back his smile, and leaned against the window: "What bad idea did your family Ran Ran give you? If it is photographed by Yu Ji, it will be necessary to make up a million-word Cinderella scene." .”

Wen Ruiyun's voice is as magnetic and gentle as ever, with a bit of joy in taking a break from his busy schedule at this moment, and his tone is a bit lighter:

"It doesn't matter if it's a bad idea or not. I just saw the new movie you invested in in the report sent by the marketing department. I was thinking of you and suddenly wanted to tease you."

It's not a show of love, nor is it a teaser, I just miss you, and I want you to know that I miss you.

Shang Heng couldn't help but laugh: "Congratulations, Mr. Wen Sansui, your boring and childish success made me laugh."

Wen Ruiyun sent out the invitation in a slow manner: "Then tonight, I wonder if Mr. Shang is willing to take the time to come to the humble house and have dinner?"

"Well..." Shang Heng sighed, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I have an important meeting, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds, and then it rang again quickly: "Okay, then another day."

The insignificant disappointment was hidden in a gentle smile, and after hanging up the phone, Wen Ruiyun took the balloon back, picked up the small blue velvet gift box hanging on the rope, and silently stuffed it back into his pocket.

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At night, the city is lit up with neon lights amidst the viscous din.

The colorful light bands extend into the depths of the night along the busy road.

The black Bentley stopped in front of the gate, Secretary Wu opened the rear door as usual, Wen Ruiyun looked at the huge and somewhat empty living room, waved away the servants who wanted to take off his coat, and walked towards the back garden alone.

It was another year of harsh winter, and there was only a light rain. The cold water droplets condensed on the branches, and condensed into thin hoarfrost in the cold wind.

Wen Ruiyun walked alone on the cobblestone path in the garden, the cool moonlight spread over his feet, and the night was dotted with a few lonely stars.

He is a strict and self-disciplined person, has no addiction to cigarettes, and rarely smokes at ordinary times. Now he looked down at the dim mobile phone screen, but couldn't help lighting a cigarette.

Shang Heng seemed to be extraordinarily busy this week, the two of them hadn't seen each other for almost a week, even a phone call was a sneak in time.

But today...

Faint sparks jumped between his fingers, Wen Ruiyun exhaled a smoke ring, and the white mist quickly dissipated in the air.

In this situation, he suddenly understood Rong Zhi's feeling that he disappeared in the sea that day, and desperately hoped that the one he loved would stay in sight forever.

Wen Ruiyun laughed for a moment, and turned on the phone to call Shang Heng.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of flapping wings from far to near, Wen Ruiyun followed the reputation, and under the light yellow street lamp, a boxy miniature drone flew over.

There was a pink balloon tied to its back, and it flew crookedly in front of Wen Ruiyun, and with a bang, a small paper bag fell down.

A trace of surprise flashed across Wen Ruiyun's eyes. He picked up the paper bag and opened it. It turned out to be a piece of candy. On the outside of the sugar coating was written: Congratulations to the brave kid who found the clue to the treasure. Reward a piece of candy. Please keep going.

It was as if Coca-Cola was jolted into countless tiny bubbles, which quickly rose up and exploded one by one in the depths of his heart.

With a trace of unexpected and reserved joy, Wen Ruiyun bent his eyes and followed the guidance step by step.

At the next streetlight, as expected, I found a few more balloons, and a small wooden box hung below it. When I opened it, I found another candy and a note:

This is all discovered by you!

There is no way, please take off my coat and eat me sweetly!

Wen Ruiyun suppressed his smile with strong self-control, and patiently peeled off the candies wrapped in several chapters of sugar wrappers layer by layer, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The hard shell of the crystal sugar with red wine heart melts in the mouth, and a little mellow red wine taste immediately fills the taste buds, soft and sweet.

Wen Ruiyun seems to have returned to his childhood when he asked his elders for candy. He followed the prompts one by one and was rewarded with a candy.

The last bunch of balloons hung from the branches of the giant tree, and he climbed up the rotating wooden ladder along the trunk.

The moment you step on the platform of the tree house, the whole tree crown suddenly lights up, and countless miniature light bulbs sway on the branches, like a bright silver moon rising in the dark night!

Wen Ruiyun seems to be surrounded by stars and moons, the small door of the tree house opens with a creak, and through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, the city with neon lights shining in the distance, and the door of the house opened for him in front of him.

The light was on in the room, and a slender figure was sitting on the bedside, imitating Wen Ruiyun's appearance, holding the guitar that was given to him, and fiddled with the strings clumsily.

But playing an instrument was too difficult for Shang Heng, who was tone-deaf. He practiced with Wen Ruiyun on his back for a whole week, but he could only play the last song "Happy Birthday" with a different key.

Wen Ruiyun leaned against the door frame, quietly listened to the ear-piercing magic sound, looked at him with sympathetic eyes, and commented calmly: "It's really ugly."

Shang Heng, who was trying to get praise: "..."

When Wen Ruiyun came to Shang Heng, he finally couldn't help showing a smile, and held his face in his hands—the brave man who traveled through mountains and rivers overcame obstacles and finally found the treasure of the giant dragon.

"I really can't do anything about you. It seems that I have to endure the humiliation and hide your magic voice well, so as not to go out and harm other people's ears."

Shang Heng pressed his hand: "Hey, isn't that how the script works? Shouldn't you be moved to tears at a time like this, and then confess your love to me?"

Wen Ruiyun nodded solemnly: "I love you."

Shang Heng: "!!!"

He was a little dazed: "Hey, where did someone say this, can't you lay the groundwork and prepare me mentally?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled at the end of his eyes, and leaned forward to kiss his lips, lightly, like a feather kissing ripples: "I like you..."

The warm tingling rushed up his back like an electric shock, Shang Heng's eyes were heavy, and countless pink balloons jumped out of his heart, gurgling up and floating up to the clouds, bursting into screams——

Who can stand this?

As if a cat's paw was scratching in his heart, Shang Heng held his waist and hugged him in his arms, rubbed the lip lines that had been traced countless times, and hooked the tip of his tongue easily.

The passionate kiss, with the sweetness of red wine and candy, fermented between the lips and tongue, accompanied by the thick and short breath.

The two were kissing inseparably, half pushing and half about to fall on the bed—the guitar accidentally fell, and Shang Heng was jolted awake.

He slightly pushed away Wen Ruiyun, who had blurred eyes, took a small wooden box from the bedside table, handed it to the other side, and smiled at him mysteriously.

"Birthday gift?" Wen Ruiyun opened it with a smile, and it was filled with dozens of candies, which were colorful and beautiful.

He laughed: "Are you really coaxing me like a child?"

Shang Heng leaned into his ear, with a low smile: "There is a real treasure inside, look for it, my Mr. Wen."

Wen Ruiyun's eyebrows moved slightly, he picked out one of them without hesitation, and peeled off the candy wrapper.

Shang Heng opened his mouth and stared at him dumbfounded: "Why do you..."

Wen Ruiyun glanced at him amusedly, put the candy into his mouth, and the sweet and sour hard candy melted in his mouth, revealing a pair of small treasures wrapped in it.

Two platinum and diamond rings lay quietly in Wen Ruiyun's palm.

He looked deeply at Shang Heng with dark eyes: "Do you want to ask why there are so many candies, and I picked the right one right away?"

Shang Heng sat beside him, leaning his shoulders against his shoulders, and nodded honestly rarely.

With a sly smile, Wen Ruiyun took out another small blue velvet gift box from his pocket, opened it, and the diamonds cut into two symmetrical halves were dazzling under the light.

He accepted Shang Heng's candy, put a ring on his ring finger, and said softly: "Because even if there are tens of thousands of people in the world, I will find the only you."

The candies were scattered on the ground, making a crisp and moving sound on the floor.

There is a book with a black cover hidden in the bookcase, silently staying in the corner of time, never fading.

【End】