man in suit

The night is beautiful, the sky is full of stars, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

This kind of weather is suitable for staying on the balcony of the bedroom, with a glass of red wine, alone, quietly letting the night cover yourself.

He Hongxue disrupted Mingchen's night-watching plan for today. Although he belonged to He Hongxue as a pet this month, since He Hongxue's injuries hadn't healed yet, he always seemed to be preoccupied. From then on, Mingchen stayed in his bedroom almost every day.

Mingchen was very satisfied with this kind of life, but was told to go to He Hongxue's bedroom tonight.

He probably guessed why He Hongxue was looking for him.

He Hongxue was sitting next to the bookshelf by the window in the bedroom, holding a pen in his hand and bowing his head to write something. Even though he was injured, he was still dealing with work every day. He was really a serious and responsible man.

He Hongxue spoke before Mingchen, he lowered his head and wrote while saying, "Do you know why I called you over?"

Ming Chen sat down slowly on the chair next to him, crossed his legs, put his hands lightly on the armrests of the chair, and said something that was not considered humorous: "As long as it's not punishment."

"So vengeful?" He Hongxue seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked up at the man indifferently. He didn't immediately put his head down and continue working. He blinked his eyes and looked at the man from top to bottom.

With a straight back, relaxed hands, and slender legs, Mingchen under the warm orange light seemed to be covered with a luxurious and elegant halo all over his body, as if the suicide caused by sleeping pills had completely reborn this man.

"I'm not worried about holding grudges, I'll take revenge." He said jokingly, the moment Mingchen raised the corners of his lips, he became soft and gentle, as if the sharpness at that moment just now was just a fleeting illusion.

"Let's not talk about what I promised you, it's inconvenient even if I want to do something now." He Hongxue continued to bury his head in his pen and write. The other man in the house reminded him of Tyrell, whether it was sitting posture or demeanor.

It's just that Tyrell's influence in his memory was not enough and not deep enough, he was somewhat confused whether he was looking for traces of Tyrell on Mingchen again or started to confuse the two people together.

He Hongxue instinctively resisted and continued to look for another figure on Ming Chen.

"Yesterday, Wenxuan came to me alone to talk about some things. Before, he hardly asked me for anything, but yesterday he asked me for someone personally."

The pen left a swishing sound on the paper, and He Hongxue continued: "Wen Xuan and Wen Han are my younger brothers. There is nothing in this world that is more important to me than them. Wen Xuan has also done a lot to the He family over the years. For his request, I, as a brother, will not refuse to agree."

The tip of the pen drew a beautiful tail, and He Hongxue, who had signed his name on the paper, put the pen in the case. He picked up the written document and signaled Ming Chen to come over.

"The person he wants is you." He Hongxue looked at Mingchen calmly, and said in a flat tone a decision that Mingchen could not refuse, "From today onwards, you are the person who will promote the literature, here is a contract to relieve you and me." agreement on the relationship between pets."

As if he hadn't reacted, Mingchen leaned over to accept the document He Hongxue handed over with doubts in his eyes. He quickly glanced at the description on the agreement. At the same time, the pet owner relationship between Mingchen and He Wenhan was terminated.

The current Mingchen is just He Wenxuan's pet.

Yes, this is the result he wanted. Although it was still a little short, it was almost there.

"Is there any problem?" He Hongxue slowly leaned against the back of the soft and comfortable chair, feeling the pain from the wall in his abdomen.

"No." Ming Chen shook his head and asked hesitantly, "Then I won't have to spend another month after month..."

"Correct."

After He Hongxue gave an affirmative answer, Ming Chen's eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy, and his whole body seemed to be relieved, and his brows and eyes became more relaxed.

Just that happy?With his elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, He Hongxue looked at Ming Chen with one hand resting on his chin: "Wen Xuan likes you very much, don't let him down, treat him better, the He family can give you a carefree rest of your life, won't I'm sorry for you."

Ming Chen didn't speak, just nodded with a smile.

"Then you have a good rest, I'll go out first."

"Wait a moment."

Mingchen looked at He Hongxue suspiciously, not understanding why the other party stopped him suddenly.

"Do your part well, don't stretch your hands too far, and don't try to split the relationship between our brothers," the tone suddenly turned cold, seeing the doubt and slight grievance in Ming Chen's eyes, He Hongxue suddenly felt a little tight in his chest , he still maintained a threatening and cold tone and finished the rest of the sentence, "The words are not good, but it is for you and for the good of all of us."

Until Ming Chen had left, the chest tightness still lingered.

The chair that the man sat on just now was empty. He Hongxue looked at the empty chair in a daze. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously.

Inexplicable chest tightness and loss.

"It's not easy to catch you, isn't it?" He Hongxue looked at the photo placed in the photo frame on the desk, Tyrell's student photo when he was young, with a pair of malicious eyes inlaid on the innocent and handsome face.

As expected, He Hongxue was still vigilant, he understood all threats, but so what?

"I hope you don't mind my coming uninvited."

Back in his room, the moment Ming Chen pushed open the bedroom door, he saw He Wenxuan standing in the room. He Wenxuan was dressed like an international star who was about to walk the red carpet, handsome and elegant, full of aura.

There is a bouquet of expensive rainbow roses on the table, and naturally there is a bottle of wine that has not been opened for many years.

"What day is today?" Ming Chen laughed immediately. In fact, if He Wenxuan is willing to pursue someone, with this man's excellent appearance and good-looking dual quotient, I'm afraid few people can stand up to him.

What does He Wenxuan look like, like the prince charming that every ivory tower girl dreams of, like the perfect lover that the heroine in the movie secretly admires, like the savior who shines all over in the doomsday world.

He Wenxuan pursed the corners of his lips. He didn't speak but deliberately glanced at the agreement that Mingchen was holding in his hand.

"For this?" Mingchen walked towards He Wenxuan step by step, elegant but somewhat arrogant, as if countless ants were stepping on He Wenxuan's heart, itching.

Finally, when the man was less than three steps away from him, He Wenxuan stepped forward, opened his hands and hugged the man in front of him tightly.

He Wenxuan's contented sigh sounded in Mingchen's ears. He smiled from the bottom of his heart, raised his hand and gently hugged He Wenxuan back: "I'm still a little dazed, you know, He Hongxue told me you asked him My mind went blank when I asked for those things. I really didn't expect you to do that, so fast..."

It sounds a little incoherent, but He Wenxuan doesn't mind at all.

He Wenxuan likes the ambiguity in the words of this man who is hugged by him, and there is a little bit of overly distressed. This kind of overly sensitive and careful feeling has gone beyond the category of "like". He Wenxuan noticed when the life and death of District [-] was uncertain.

"Thank you."

"Don't say thank you. I'm not a good person. It's very simple for He Hongxue to ask for you. I want to occupy you, and all this is just because I like you."

A very direct confession, well, Ming Chen didn't know if it was a confession, but this overly domineering and direct statement made him see He Wenxuan's other character besides gentleness.

"Am I not yours now?" Ming Chen shook the agreement in his hand with a smile, and his tone was not too excited, "It only belongs to you."

After all, their current relationship is still between master and pet, which is not what Mingchen wants.

But he can't push He Wenxuan too hard. Mingchen is not stupid enough to think that he can immediately let He Wenxuan remove his pet status. This is like a hunting game, step by step, guide slowly, until the prey falls into his trap.

Before He Wenxuan opened his mouth to speak, Mingchen quickly diverted the hinted topic away. He walked to the side and hugged the rose, lowered his head and sniffed it gently: "In my limited memory, this is my rose. This is the first time I have received flowers from someone else.”

Holding a large bouquet of roses in his arms, Ming Chen looked at He Wenxuan, narrowed his eyes slightly and almost whistled, and teased: "Suit, roses, red wine, those who don't know think you are going to propose to me."

"If I really propose to you, will you agree?" He Wenxuan asked with a smile.

"Ha, about this question, I have to think about it before I can answer you."

Just after Mingchen finished speaking, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open again, and He Wenhan rushed in, eyes rolling on Mingchen and He Wenxuan, grinning and saying: "Whose rose is this, He Wenxuan , when did you become so romantic?"

"Ming Chen, come with me, and I'll show you something." While talking, He Wenhan came over and grabbed Ming Chen's wrist and dragged him outside. He Wenxuan stopped him just two steps away.