Dressed as overturned green tea Omega after Neptune

Bo Yu froze for a moment, subconsciously felt a sense of shame-like helplessness, and instantly sobered up.

Sensing Bo Yu's withdrawal, Wen Zheng stopped restrainedly.

His voice was slightly low, self-disciplined and abstinent, yet full of the elegance and sexiness of a mature man, he whispered softly: "Do you hate it?"

"No." Bo Yu looked behind him with unsteady eyes, but this time he didn't see the A4 paper.

Whether it was an A4 paper of five or six years old, or an A4 paper that seemed to have changed into a juvenile form just now, they were not found.

It's as if it was just a fleeting illusion.

Wen Zheng realized what he was looking at and looked back.

"Sorry, I should have waited a little longer, but my body moved before my thoughts."

Bo Yu withdrew her inattentive consciousness, pursed the corners of her lips, and lowered her eyes: "Me too, I kissed."

Although the other party gave him a step, it seems that it doesn't matter if he can blame him, but Bo Yu didn't think there was anything to deceive himself.

But he didn't look directly at each other either.

Wen Zheng's Adam's apple slipped, and the corners of his lips curled up lazily and gently: "I'm very happy, I also have the same attraction for you."

Bo Yu sighed silently: "I thought you should be very aware of your own charm."

He clearly felt that he was being seduced by this person all the time, even seduced.

"However, occasionally I have no confidence and worry about gains and losses."

Bo Yu looked up into the other's eyes, wanting to know his expression at the moment.

Wen Zheng looked at him with a clean and lazy expression. There was nothing reminiscent of a centralized and iron-fisted grand duke, with a kind of reserved restraint and elegant abstinence: "If we had met before, the me at that time, because I didn't know how to cherish, I did something wrong, I hope you can give me a chance to make up for my mistakes, or as a punishment."

Bo Yu was slightly startled: "You haven't done anything wrong."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and now he couldn't let the other party misunderstand, so he could only look at the other party honestly: "Ah Zhi is not...not what you think, he has nothing to do with you."

The man's gaze paused: "It doesn't sound very happy, but I'd rather be that bad guy."

Bo Yu: "What?"

Wen Zheng's eyes were clear with pity: "The person who is willing to abandon you, if that person is not me..."

Bo Yu's eyes are sincere: "It's really not you."

Wen Zheng nodded as if nothing had happened: "Then I hope that if the other party comes to confess to you, you can look forward and don't waste your time to give the other party a chance. Just let that person stay by himself. You don't need to accept his apology gone."

Bo Yu: Hey, that's not what you said just now.

Wen·Double-labeled clearly and plainly·Grand Duke·Zheng.

"Although I have no experience, I will make a good father."

Bo Yu has lost his expression: ...

Wen Zheng: "Whether it's that kid just now or the child in your womb, I will treat it as my own."

Bo Yu: You don't have to work so hard.

The main reason is that he doesn't have a son as old as Ah Zhi, and there is no child in his stomach for him.

Bo Yu, who was exploding with shame, had red ears and corners of his eyes, expressionless face, droopy and downcast eyes.

If he confessed at this time that he was a liar Omega who couldn't conceive, this grand duke who was rumored to be iron-blooded and powerful, would he be deported in a formal manner?

In the following time, Bo Yu racked his brains to figure out how to determine Wen Zheng's identity.

The more he looked at him, the more he felt like Mu Wenyuan, but every time he thought this way, his actual actions broke Bo Yu's perception of Mu Wenyuan again.

Back and forth like this.

Until they had dinner together, Bo Yu was upset and drank a few more glasses of champagne.

Wen Zheng looked at Bo Yu, whose eyes were full of drunkenness, without any trace: "When you looked at me, what were you thinking?"

Bo Yu said honestly, "I'm thinking, who is it?"

Wen Zheng had already guessed, no surprise, nodded: "Is that someone who looks like me?"

Since the kid named Ah Zhi is not his and Bo Yu's child, it at least shows that the man does look a lot like him.

Wen Zheng didn't mind acting as a substitute for the time being.

The future is long, and it doesn't matter how it started, the important thing is that he will be with me in the end.

Bo Yu nodded, held the wine glass with his fingers, and took another sip, feeling a little sad: "They are quite similar to you."

Wen Zheng paused slightly when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Honey, you just said...they?"

This is where Bo Yu was worried, he nodded immediately, sighed silently, and drank the champagne in the glass: "That is to say, it's fine if you only look like a person..."

Wen Zheng's expression was unclear, and he murmured softly, "I think so too."

Bao Yu propped his face sideways, looked up at him slightly, the expression on his face was blank after drunk, frowning slightly, his eyes gleamed like mist.

Wen Zheng looked at him, and let him look at himself. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile. The smile didn't reach the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were very gentle: "Specifically, what does it look like?"

Bo Yu raised his finger on the wine glass and landed on Wen Zheng's smooth forehead, his fascinated eyes were slightly focused: "They look very similar, they are exactly the same, they are both, and they cannot be distinguished from this point."

Wen Zheng: It seems that those two are still brothers, maybe they are twins.

He didn't move, his eyes indulged, letting Bao Yu's fingers move on his face.

Bo Yu's fingers gently touched the corners of his eyes: "He smiles like Mu Yuesen, every time he smiles, he looks very good-looking, as if every point of arc has been calculated, with a purpose, and he doesn't hide it."

Wen Zheng, who thought he was invulnerable, but was seen through by the other party, was slightly taken aback, the smile on his face disappeared, and a gleam of tenderness appeared in his eyes like indulgence: "Really?"

Bo Yu's fingers slid from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his lips: "When you're not smiling, you look like a teacher. The teacher's smile is always true, but in my opinion, it's because the teacher's eyes are filled with tenderness towards the stars and the sea. Just like your eyes now."

Bo Yu looked into Wen Zheng's eyes intently, and approached slowly: "So, who are you?"

Wen Zheng didn't move, looked into his eyes lazily and absently, and whispered softly: "Who do you want me to be?"

Bo Yu's Adam's apple slipped restrainedly, the rationality in his eyes was gone, he lowered his eyes, and approached slowly, as if he was very drunk, as if there was a seesaw between the desire of the body to get closer and the remaining rationality.

But from Wen Zheng's perspective, this is the struggle of a duplicity lover, and also an unconscious temptation.

Bo Yu's downcast eyes fell on Wen Zheng's naturally slightly parted lips. He also drank a lot of wine, and the color of his lips was like a rose in a winter morning, ascetic and beautiful.

Wen Zheng had to be very careful to hear the honest desire he poured out in a low voice.

"tutor."

Wen Zheng lost all expression. When a man is jealous, it is more dangerous than ever, and he also looks more calm and rational: "Because, mentor, is it the person you hide in the deepest part of your heart?"

Bo Yu, who was so drunk that only instinct remained, restrained the desire to kiss actively, and whispered, "It's the mentor, so I can kiss you."

Wen Zheng's voice was gentle and deep, whispering like a dream: "Well, that's it. Is he the only one you want to kiss?"

Bo Yu closed her eyes and gently pressed her forehead against his. Under the guidance of the man, she hugged the other's neck unknowingly, sat on the other's lap, was caressed by the man's back, almost wrapped in her arms inside.

He hesitated for a moment, and under the guidance of the other party's reassuring, hypnotic voice, he said honestly, "When you're just a mentor, you can't kiss."

Mu Wenyuan was the most gentle one, but also the most distant one.

The closer the spirit and the heart are, the less they know how to get close.

So far, no matter what kind of identity the game architect is, they are all active, except for Mu Wenyuan.

Bo Yu didn't know how to take the initiative.

The man leaned back slightly, revealing his abstinent and sexy Adam's apple. The expression on his handsome and elegant face was clean and empty, and he looked at him indulgently: "Okay, then do as you want."

Bo Yu's eyes are half-closed, and there is a careful and gentle infatuation in the eyes, which is the look of falling in love that Wen Zheng wanted at first.

He pursed his lips restrainedly, and seemed to be guarding the bottom line when he was drunk.

Wen Zheng moved his fingers up, gently rubbing the position of the glands on the back of his neck: "Me too, when I was just a mentor, I couldn't kiss you."

Bo Yu didn't know if he was really drunk or half sober.

I just remember that in the end, he took the initiative to kiss that long-coveted lip.

They had been in the dining room from the beginning, or rather, they were on the chair Wen Zheng was sitting on.

Being pressed on the waist by the hand he likes, he can't break free no matter what, or the owner of that hand actually knows that he doesn't really want to break free.

Feeling like drowning, out of breath.

It was Bo Yu himself who took the initiative.

That person just made him recognize his true thoughts when he lost consciousness and wanted to escape, and made sure he did it honestly.

"Mentor." He whispered for help as if he was drowning.

"I'm here."

Although it was the vast and beautiful blue whale that made him sink and drown in the sea, the only one that could bring him out of the sea and look up at the lush stars on the dome was that blue whale.

Bo Yu was blindfolded by the tie that was untied from his neck.

Take that whale and let the other party take him anywhere.

They wander in each other's spiritual realm, sharing what the other thinks and sees.

……

In the lazy afternoon, Bo Yu still hasn't woken up.

Wen Zheng stroked his hair lightly and looked at him quietly for a long time.

He didn't have the habit of staying in bed at this time, and he didn't want to wake him up.

So, I got up and went to the garden, wanting to pick a bouquet of roses myself.

The afternoon sun was whitish.

The garden was empty except for a few guards.

It was here that Wen Zheng met the child.

The five or six-year-old child who was printed out of the same mold as him, had a stern face and expressionless expression, and the expression of his eyebrows and eyes did not match his age.

They stood there, looking at each other.

The eyes of the A4 paper were cold and sleepy: [I am not his son. 】

Wen Zheng calmly said, "I know."

The A4 paper didn't say anything, pursed its lips, and walked straight past him, as if there was no willingness or meaning to communicate.

Wen Zheng turned his head and looked at the A4 paper that had grown into a teenager in an instant, but there was no surprise on his expression: "He is still sleeping."

This is the meaning of asking the other party not to disturb.

The A4 paper stopped in its tracks, with sharp and haughty brows, and looked back at him coldly: [What do you think you are doing? 】

Wen Zheng looked calm: "You seem very angry, but it seems that you have no position to be angry."

【You are just a substitute. 】

"Hush." ​​Wen Zheng put his fingers on his lips, looking lazy and contemptuous, his eyes clear and unwavering, "I'm not interested in your identity, but I can guess a little bit. He might hear it, so don't make any fuss. .”

The A4 paper sneered.

"Although I know you won't listen, I still want to say that in your state, it's best not to appear in front of him from now on. It's better to disappear completely."

【Why? 】

Wen Zheng looked at him with no emotion: "You have thought this way from the beginning, understand, I would feel the same way if I were from your point of view. I am not reconciled. But, you can only accept it like this."

The author has something to say: "When it's just a mentor, you can't kiss."

"why?"

"Because Jinjiang cannot be in love with teachers and students."

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感谢在2020-11-2910:09:20~2020-11-3010:03:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the little rabbit is obedient, and the daughter laughs one cup and two;

Thanks to the little angels for irrigation nutrient solution: 52 bottles of Dongshang; 10 bottles of Wen Xici; 5 bottles of Liuguang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!