man in suit

The vast stage extends to both sides like the arms of giants, the spotlights pouring down from the top of the head are like the light of heaven, the ocean of fluorescent sticks waving is a dream in fairy tales, those crazy shouts and the flowers thrown up from under the stage are drowning he.

This is a memory belonging to "Ming Chen", buried deep in the heart that has accumulated dust for a long time, a casual performance on stage by chance, the familiar stage and the audience blowing the layer of dust accumulated in the corner that has been forgotten for several years , Under the bleak dust is the most precious treasure hidden deep in the memory of "Ming Chen", not daring to recall is timid to accept the cruel reality of losing the original stage.

How glorious it was once, how tragic it is now.

The man immersed in the memory and emotion of "Mingchen" seems to have fallen into a starry deep sea. Through this body, he looks at another person's memory and feels the glory and despair of another person.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and before he could wake up from the deep sea where reality and dreams could not be distinguished, he was half dragged and half dragged out of the hall, and ran out stumbling all the way.

The sound of messy footsteps echoed in the empty silver passage, the world seemed to be distorted and kept spinning and moving, Mingchen closed his eyes hard and tried to break free from the deep quagmire of dreams, and he didn't know how long he walked , did not know who took him away, until he was stuffed into the back seat of a car, his back touched the high-end black leather chair, he looked straight up, and a familiar face appeared in his field of vision .

"He Wenhan..."

Whispering out the name of the other party, Mingchen feels very bad now, as if he was dizzy after drinking a whole bottle of high-concentration alcohol, or he was dizzy as if he had taken medicine, as if he was wrapped In a water film isolated from the world, He Wenhan's voice pierced through this water film and rang clearly in his ears.

Those sharp eyes were staring at him, as if he wanted to cut his flesh with a knife. He Wenhan grabbed the man tightly with both hands and unbuttoned the collar of his clothes, revealing the collarbone under the black shirt. .

He Wenhan roared loudly with a trembling voice, his red eyes looked like an angry wolf, although Ming Chen had no idea why this guy was angry.

"What the fuck are you doing! What the fuck were you doing just now?!"

His lips moved, before he could utter half a syllable, he was rudely blocked by He Wenhan. He heard the sound of the silver thread wrapped around the buttons of his shirt being ripped off, and those exquisitely carved shell buttons fell miserably on his body and The leather chair next to him was ignored.

The shirt was pulled away, and He Wenhan lowered his head and bit his shoulders, neck and collarbone, like a wolf that had been hungry and thirsty for several days, wishing to swallow him alive.

He opened his mouth slightly but couldn't make any sound. He held He Wenhan's depressed shoulders weakly with both hands. Some not-so-good memories belonging to "Mingchen" began to impact his brain, or should it be his soul?

The chaotic image is still from the perspective of "Mingchen". He saw his hands were tied to the head of the silver bed with a red braided rope. The frightened man was breathing rapidly and his heart was beating faster. The bound hands were helpless.

【Let me go... Please let me go...】

He heard his sobbing and pleading voice, and He Wenhan's face appeared in his vision, cold and angry, with grief and anger that he couldn't understand.

The jaw was squeezed hard, and the bones made an unbearable sound of torture. He Wenhan's eyes hid many, many things to tell him, but in the end, only an angry roar came out of his mouth.

【You trash!fraud!Do you think you are special in He Hongxue's heart?I'll tell you today, you are no different from anyone else, you are just a fucking pet of our He family, you can play with it as I want! ] "Uh--"

The hands on He Wenhan's shoulders tightened, and the man who suddenly woke up from the chaotic image frowned slightly. Did all the men in the He family like to be so direct and rude? The damned He Hongxue before, and now He Wenhan is like this. It wasn't that he fell into memory confusion just now, and kicked this reckless bastard away.

Looking past He Wenhan who was lying on top of him going crazy, Mingchen saw through the car window He Wenxuan who rushed over but didn't have a car key.