Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

Jin Wenling was taking off his makeup. The pure gold ornaments on his upper body had been removed, revealing a large area of ​​honey-colored skin. Around his waist was only a very short white linen loincloth tied around his waist by a pure gold rope.

At this moment, he was curled up on the sofa, with his knees bent sideways facing the door of the dressing room, his slender thighs were exposed under the loincloth, and his skin shone with honey-colored pearls.

Jin Wenling was holding a box of makeup remover in his hand, and was wiping off the makeup on his body. Because he played the role of Ramses II, the son of the sun, all exposed parts of his body were covered with golden pearl powder.Lazily, he dipped the makeup remover cotton on the body makeup on his neck, which had returned to its original white and smooth appearance.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jin Wenling just turned her head and took a look. After realizing that it was Wan Baylor who came, he didn't rush up to hug his thigh like ordinary young actors, and didn't even say hello, and stopped looking at him , with a high posture and continued the action on hand.

Wan Baylor didn't think it was disobedient, and he didn't know why he felt that this was the way the two of them should get along. It should be the first time he saw him in person, but he felt an inexplicable and reassuring feeling. He felt that he must I have seen him taking off his makeup countless times somewhere, their lives must have intersected.

He swallowed his saliva, walked over in silence, and stayed behind Jin Wenling, stretched his hand over his body, pulled out a few cleansing pads from the box in his hand, and very consciously helped him wipe his bare back, and then The golden powder was wiped off, revealing an unbearable whiteness.

They didn't greet each other, they didn't talk, as if all words were superfluous, this is life, such a moment, will last for a long time, until the end of life, just like the man named Zhang Chang always draws eyebrows for his wife every morning Just like meeting the emperor, the country changes hands and changes, and the only thing that remains the same is the joy of the boudoir when I get up early every day.

Wan Baylor cared for Jin Wenling's body tenderly, as if he was taking care of the most precious porcelain in the world. His hand touched the skin on his shoulder inadvertently. The back of his hand was hot, but he couldn't move it away. He remembered With such a touch, he feels that his life is inexplicable, and he lives in a kind of happiness that is about to drown every day. Only this feeling can help him wake up from this absurd dream.

The back of his hand stroked Jin Wenling's waistline, which was a typical flirting gesture, but he was not angry, and even gasped with his touch, and he let out an almost sweet sound presumptuously , his body arched slightly, as if to encourage the man behind him.

Feeling his call, Yu Liangwan bent down and hugged him from behind. He lowered his head to look at his side face, his white earlobes, and the long ruby ​​earrings with long tassels that he needed to wear during performances. Child, he couldn't help touching the gem with his lips, watching it swaying gently beside his beautiful side face.

Suddenly, without any warning, the man in his arms turned around, sat up on his knees from the sofa, and looked at him. He pressed his shoulders, and it was only then that Wanbeile realized that Jin Wenling's physical strength was also very strong. On par with himself, he held him half-forced and kissed him without hesitation.

Wan Baylor doesn't remember how he and Xia Wuzheng kissed each other, but this kiss had a very distinct personal style. He opened his lips lightly, and his tongue slid into Qian Baylor's mouth forcefully. This is a rather masculine kiss. Kiss, but Qian Belle didn't reject it, he even parted his lips submissively, accepting the lust of the strange man in front of him.

Their lips were chasing each other, neither one was willing to admit defeat, there was no embarrassment at all, it made Wan Baylor feel that the world is like this, the world should be like this, and he indulged in this thrilling affair without any shame.

This is love, this is the love that has been sung by the Divine Comedy, Romeo and Juliet, The Romance of the West Chamber and The Peony Pavilion. just as great.

They kissed passionately, and they didn't even know when the door of the dressing room was opened. Xia Wuzheng looked at the kissing lover expressionlessly, and behind him were many people with long lenses and bloodthirsty expressions. For the entertainment reporters, the relentless snapping of the SLR temporarily woke them up from their passion.

Wan Baylor was a little dazed, he looked at Xia Wuzheng standing in front of him, his expression was as cold as ice, just like all the wives who caught rape in bed, but he couldn't feel the shame and panic that he should have, just like Once a man traveling in the desert has discovered water, no other landscape can attract his attention.

The flashes kept flashing, and Wan Baylor instinctively protected Jin Wenling behind her, narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice, "Stop taking pictures!"

Xia Wuzheng walked towards him slowly, he reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to take him away from Jin Wenling's side, but Wan Baylor broke free from his hand for the first time.

A trace of resentment flashed across Xia Wuzheng's face, and quickly changed into a sense of superiority in the courtroom, appearing graceful, decent and sensible.

"Maomao, everyone makes mistakes, not to mention your body hasn't recovered yet, you may have hallucinations, it's okay, I don't care, let's go home."

The entertainment journalists behind them are all using various audio-visual equipment in their hands to record the war of the century, and the editor who broadcast the live video through Meipai made no secret of his admiration for Xia Wuzheng: "As expected of the wife , it is simply high-end and elegant, low-key luxury and connotation, marrying a wife is like marrying Xia Wuzheng!"

Many reporters at the scene also echoed, secretly discussing how shameless the [-]th-tier starlet Jin Wenling took the love.

Wan Baylor tightly guarded Jin Wenling behind him, listening to those people blatantly swearing and gossiping was even more uncomfortable than talking about himself. He grabbed Jin Wenling's wrist and walked towards the door, trying to lead him away from this place. right and wrong.

Xia Wuzheng stood in front of them, looking at him innocently with that face that turned all sentient beings upside down, Wan Baylor sighed, stretched out his hand and pushed him aside: "Wu Zheng, I'm sorry, just wait for my lawyer's letter."

Xia Wuzheng turned his head in disbelief, watching Wan Baylor hugging Jin Wenling tightly, pushing and shoving the entertainment journalists who were like bloodthirsty beasts around him.

Just when Wan Baylor walked to the door, he suddenly paused hesitantly, because the door was blocked by his mother... Xuehua's eyes were red from crying, she came forward without saying a word, she stretched out her hand and shook her off. Jin Wenling slapped her face!

"mom!……"

Wan Baylor grabbed the woman's wrist to stop her from hurting others. The young man's physical strength was so strong that Xue Hua let out a muffled snort. He immediately relaxed his grip, with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Shameless little San, stay away from my son!"

Xuehua's face lost the elegant charm that is unique to beautiful middle-aged women. Once she is involved in family scandals, no matter how elegant and delicate a woman is, she is no different from other square dancing aunts. Fighting Jin Wenling in front of him.

Wan Baylor struggled in a dilemma, he blocked Xuehua's attack with his body, but the door fell behind him, Xia Wuzheng pulled Jin Wenling's long hair in his hands, and dragged him mercilessly towards the Yuji group behind him.

How could those entertainment journalists have missed such a wonderful fight, they all used gun-like long lenses to shoot non-stop at Jin Wenling's beautiful and calm face, the latter was blinded by the dazzling light, Instinctively stretched out his hand to cover it, only a loincloth on his body was protecting his beautiful carcass, which had already been torn apart by everyone at the moment.

……

Intensive Care Unit of the Third Hospital of Imperial University.

Suhang bit his nails, his eyes were fixed on the parallel world image reflected on the wall, and he looked nervously at Zhuzhu who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai beside him.

The latter's face was still as deep as water, and he couldn't see much emotion. Suddenly, his body struggled, jumped off the sofa, and quickly came to Yu Liangwan's hospital bed, and reached out his hand to touch his celestial cover.

"..."

"Teacher, what's the matter?" Suhang looked at the messy scene on the screen, and wished he could follow him to rescue him, but Jin Wenling had ordered him to stick to his position and not leave his post without authorization.

"The remaining soul in this little beast is losing..." Zhuzhu narrowed her eyes, and her tone was full of thought.

Guixi's main body defends himself very tightly, why did he suddenly withdraw several lines of defense, where does his soul flow, and whether it has been controlled by Xia Wuzheng...

Zhuzhu thought for a while, and then looked at the picture refracted by the mirror demon. Wan Baylor's eyes were shining with dark red light, and he got to the spot in a flash, and said to Su Hang in a deep voice: "Concentrate, They'll be back soon."

……

Finally, under the push and push of Xia Wuzheng and many entertainment reporters, the loincloth on Jin Wenling's body was torn off by someone, and his flawless body was exposed in front of everyone.

There were several entertainment journalists between Wan Baylor and him, and he pushed and pushed them like crazy, trying to get to Jin Wenling, but those entertainment journalists rushed forward like corpses, pushing away a group and squeezing in again. The new batch took random pictures of Jin Wenling's naked body with the camera in their hands.

He stood there, even though his whole body was naked, his expression was still calm, like a god in Greek mythology, not ashamed of his beauty.

Wan Belle watched his pure body almost become transparent under the light of those flashing lights, his eyes burst into red light, and he grabbed a few entertainment journalists around him, almost lifting their bodies with so much strength, and viciously Throwing into the encirclement, he finally managed to fight his way out and came to Jin Wenling's side, stretching out his arms to embrace his naked body.

Xia Wuzheng looked at them coldly not far away, no longer hiding his expression distorted by jealousy.

"Maomao, wake up, the world will not agree with you, I am your partner, do you want to fight against the whole world for this bitch?"

Wan Baylor gasped heavily, he felt that some powerful force was about to burst out of his body, he looked at Jin Wenling in his arms, his eyes were clear and firm, as if Jinguyuan was fighting for love and freedom. sacrificed girl.

He looked around again, those entertainment journalists were all staring at Jin Wenling's body with obscene eyes, Xia Wuzheng had a mocking expression on his face, his family was farther away, his grandparents frowned and shook their heads , the father was sighing, the mother was crying, the faces of the eldest brother and sister-in-law were full of embarrassment, and their hands were still covering the eyes of the little nephew...

He took a deep breath, his eyes turned from confusion to firmness, looked at the group of ghosts and monsters around him, and said firmly: "If this world can't make us fall in love, then it is wrong."

【Ninth Story: Dark Marriage】