Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

"That place is the world of puppets, where everything they can't get in real life will appear there. In other words, that world is reshuffled according to their preferences. Abide by Xia Wuzheng's game rules."

Su Hang sighed and said, the last time Wan Baylor took advantage of Xia Wuzheng's bullying and put a mercury nail on his body, that magic weapon actually penetrated the three realms, followed Xia Wuzheng back to the puppet world , That's why Suhang was able to see the true face of the entire parallel world.

In that world, Xia Wuzheng actually replaced Li Zong with peaches, replaced everything about Jin Wenling, and portrayed him as an [-]th-tier young actor who was ridden with negative news and had been in the entertainment industry for many years but was still half popular. Know who gave him such a big face.

Now because of the mercury nails, Suhang is not incapable of sending Jin Wenling to that parallel world, but in this way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. The new identity that the lowly servant girl arranged for him, can he bear such grievances...

Jin Wenling stared at the parallel world reflected in the mirror. He saw that Wan Baylor was firmly controlled by Xia Wuzheng. .

But when he was alone, he was often in a daze, with the look on his face like a lost child, confused and helpless, standing there not knowing what to do, hoping that someone could get him out of this strange place. place to take away.

Jin Wenling reached out to touch Wan Baylor's face in the mirror. In the picture, he was looking at Jin Wenling's still photo, and suddenly he also reached out to touch his face on the page of the book.

Jin Wenling took a deep breath, turned her head and said to Suhang: "I see, please send me there."

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Hearing that Xia Wuzheng came out of the bathroom, Wan Belle quickly locked the phone, stuffed it under the pillow, picked up the towel prepared on the bed, went up to him and handed it to him.

Xia Wuzheng took a deep look at him, and asked with a smile: "I've put in the water, you can go wash it, do you need help?"

Wan Baylor shook his head, and walked into the bathroom alone.

Xia Wuzheng squinted his eyes and watched him close the door, reached out and poked under his pillow, touched Kidney [-], opened the lock screen button and saw that there was still a four-digit password.With a "tsk", he didn't dare to try it lightly, and put the phone back where it was.

Wan Baylor took a slow bath this time, not because he has a gentle personality, but mainly because he didn't know how to face Xia Wuzheng. He was indeed beautiful, and he looked refreshed and clean after taking a bath, giving people a very comfortable feeling, but Now Wan Belle was a little afraid of him, so he wanted to hide in the bathroom and never go out. He didn't know how to fulfill his obligations as a man, because he had been thinking about another thing since just now.

It wasn't until the water in the bathtub became cold, and Xia Wuzheng urged him once or twice outside the door, that Wan Beile reluctantly put on his bathrobe and opened the door to go out. He saw that Xia Wuzheng had already put on his pajamas and was lying on the bed , there is a space around him, it goes without saying.

He looked down at the script, his refreshing short hair had already been blown dry, his eyelids were drooping, and his eyelashes were long, flickering as he read, even a straight man would be shocked when he read it, but Wan Baylor at the moment It was like going to the execution ground, with three steps, one shake and two steps, and finally got to the bedside.

Xia Wuzheng looked up at him, patted the seat beside him, and Wan Baylor sat down a bit awkwardly, keeping a close distance from him.

Xia Wuzheng didn't take offense either, and stretched out his hand to pull off the belt on Wan Baylor's bathrobe. He trembled all over, as if he felt that this action was very abrupt.When Xia Wuzheng saw that he had already put on underwear under the bathrobe, the expression on his face was also a bit unnatural.

He still took off his bathrobe for him and put on clean pajamas.He touched the remote control on the bedside table and turned off the last light in the room.

Wan Belle lay straight on the bed, not daring to move as if he was being tortured. In the darkness, he felt Xia Wuzheng's hand groping over and holding his hand. His hand was very cold, and it seemed different from the warm room. out of place.

"Cold... cold?"

Wan Belle felt that his tongue was tied, but he was his partner, and he should satisfy any desires he had on the bed. This was the meaning of marriage, a kind of social contract established by convention.

"A little bit." Xia Wuzheng leaned over consciously, his soft body retracted into Qianbaile's embrace.

He hugged him stiffly, always feeling that there was something wrong with their size. He felt that he had hugged someone like this countless times, but the touch of his body was slightly different.

Maybe it was a very subtle difference, but he seemed to have done something wrong, tentatively trying to take away his pillowed arm from under Xia Wuzheng's body, but after a few attempts, he felt that it was futile, because Xia Wuzheng Her body wrapped around him tightly, and she couldn't use too much force, for fear of hurting him.

Wan Baylor's chest heaved violently, reason and emotion were at war between heaven and man, but unlike other men who wanted to control their minds, he was trying hard to arouse his obscene desire as a man, which was inherently inferior. Because this was the first time he shared the bed with his wife after he was discharged from the hospital. Although he was physically reluctant, but intellectually he was unwilling to let down the pillow who had always been with him.

Xia Wuzheng's eyes faintly reflected the moonlight in the darkness, his hands kept stroking Wanbeile's firm and beautiful chest, touched his hot abdominal muscles, and then went all the way down, touching that place very skillfully , held it in his hand and shook it, and smiled implicitly.

Wan Belle took a breath, broke free from his hand, and sat up from the bed all at once.

"Wu Zheng, I..." His eyes flickered, and he tried hard to find the right words.

"I may have been on medication, I can't help it..." His voice was filled with self-blame, rejection, and an inexplicable grievance.

Without waiting for Xia Wuzheng to speak, Wan Baylor took out Kidney Six from under the pillow, tied up his pajamas, picked up the pillow and left the bed.

"I'm going to the study."

He rushed out of the room as if fleeing, leaving Xia Wuzheng alone in the room, his face lost the empathetic smile, and stared at the closed door with resentment.

Wan Baylor hid in the study and locked the door nervously. This room was originally used by his second brother Yu Liangjiang, and later became a good place for Yuliang Wan to code and write after he went abroad to study for a doctorate.

He listened intently for a while, but Xia Wuzheng didn't follow, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He vaguely felt that he and his lover must have had good memories before. His body has recovered, and there is nothing wrong with his male part. , Even when I wake up in the morning, I am still full of vitality.

He also does not deny that Xia Wuzheng is really beautiful, with a clean and elegant temperament, but when the two of them get along alone, he just feels that he is like a work of art. Girls with mysterious smiles are all the same in Wan Baylor's eyes, they are just symbols of beauty, he doesn't want to possess them, just like the scenery on the side of the road is not enough to make a boy with a white horse and a silver gun give up his expedition.

However, deep down in his heart, he yearns for love so much. He feels that he has come to a place that is both familiar and unfamiliar, and urgently needs the caress and comfort of a lover, but that person is not Xia Wuzheng...

Wan Baylor sighed, threw the pillow on the sofa, and lay down on it bored, he didn't dare to turn on the light, for fear of disturbing Xia Wuzheng in the next room and the elders on the first floor, so he stared at each other in the darkness. He stared at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, hoping that it would be dawn in his heart, but he found that he was just having a ridiculous and illogical dream.

After repeated several times, I still couldn't fall asleep. When I was in a haze, Kidney Six next to the pillow lit up by itself. When I opened it, there was a red icon on Zha Lang's scarf that reminded me of a message.

Wan Baylor sat up straight from the sofa, his heart was pounding, if it wasn't for the shield of the sternum, he would have jumped out of his chest.

Taking a deep breath, he clicked into the private message, which was sent by Jin Wenling.

"Teacher Yu, thank you for paying attention to me." It was a very formulaic, unfamiliar and polite tone.

Wan Belle subconsciously looked at the time. It was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. There was nothing wrong with the tone of this private message, but it was chosen at a relatively private time. This was when the prince fell in love with Cinderella. When her true identity faded from the aura of a princess and she became a poor and helpless orphan, she still fell in love with her.

Yu Liangwan has been busy with the script recently. He used to have a pseudo-myopia of one or two hundred degrees, but it seems to be getting worse these days. He squinted his eyes in the dark and put his face very close to the phone screen. , On the private message dialog box, Jin Wenling's profile picture was still on, his expression was calm and proud, just like the assassin who was tortured by severe punishment, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him succumb.

He got very close to his head, and even wanted to kiss his face, but just as he was about to do that, the beep sounded again.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

Although they don't know each other, Wan Baylor has a subconscious understanding that Jin Wenling is not a person who will stay low and play small, and send messages again and again to confirm when she can't wait for a response, unless... she is in his heart Medium is special.

Like a boy in first love, he held Kidney Six with trembling hands, and quickly typed out several lines of handwriting. After thinking about it, he deleted more than half of it, added a few words, and changed several punctuation marks. As if the editor was reviewing the manuscript, he read it carefully, and was afraid that the other party would be in a hurry, so he took a deep breath and pressed the send button.