The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

St. Peter Golf Club, the most high-end dignitaries in Chengdu, sits on the edge of the South Third Ring Road with a construction area of ​​3 hectares. Its main customer groups are business executives and government officials. It claims to be absolutely private and luxurious, and its behind-the-scenes shareholders are even more Including three tripartite enterprises including Wang's Group.

Wang Ye stood by the Swan Lake, the iconic building of the clubhouse, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the man in front of him with empty eyes. His eyes were like two sharp awls piercing through bursts of cold light, and the words he said when his thin lips collided were very ruthless: "I Remember, I told you not to appear in front of me again."

Shen Moyan's narrow, dark pupils were filled with brilliance, and the inexplicable paranoia in his expression made people tremble. He still had a pale complexion and entered the water. He looked up at Wang Ye who looked like a king on the steps, his red lips and black hair fluttered in the wind It was extremely desolate, but the tone was neither humble nor overbearing: "I want to see you."

"I don't want to see you?!" Wang Ye was furious, and deliberately wiped away the inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He put his hands around the man's cheeks and said fiercely, "Do you know that you are like a disgusting brown candy, sticky It's disgusting!"

Forced to raise his chin, Shen Moyan was pinched by Wang Ye's big hands until his face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and could not speak a word. The artificial lake beside him was shimmering under the warm winter sun, reflecting brightly on the man's face.

The sadness in his eyes seemed to burn Wang Ye's skin, Wang Ye suddenly withdrew his palm, the action was too sudden and Mo Yan fell to the ground unsteadily.

There was a trace of panic in Wang Ye's heart, but he deliberately turned into anger. He looked down at the man and sneered, "If you want to pretend to be pitiful and innocent, you should get away. My young master has always been sympathetic to women, but unfortunately, he only ravages men. It's even more insignificant for a ignorant, dirty and dirty homosexual like you."

Shen Moyan couldn't see any emotions, but he couldn't understand Wang Ye's words. He braced himself to stand up, flicked the dust on his robe and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Then come and torture me, as long as I can see you."

"Are you fucking sick!" Wang Ye glared angrily, clenched his fists, his face burst out of veins, and his growling voice was deafening: "You want to go to bed with me that much?! Fucked by me?! You can't even beat me!" Have no self-esteem?!"

Shen Moyan closed his eyes.

The slender eyelashes trembled violently.

He bit his lower lip tightly, his small red mouth seemed to be bleeding, he knew how disgusting he was, he knew that the other party could no longer love him, he just, just wanted to take another look and stay by Wang Ye's side .

The sound of time passing was like a sharp knife cutting flesh. Shen Moyan was silent for a few seconds and looked at Wang Ye again, with a faint smile on his pale face: "I don't share with you, but Ru Le also, although you are by your side Dust, I am also happy."

After saying this, the man lowered his eyes and pupils as if he was holding back some emotions, and even his body trembled a little.

He forgot, he thought he forgot, almost a hundred years have passed, how could he still engrave it in his heart.

Forgot Xue Shaoqing's flustered appearance when he broke into the boudoir in the backyard of Litang Garden, forgot the sadness and melancholy in the face of gossip from the outside world, and forgot how that person's "I am also happy" disturbed my heart like a deer.

When he was 17 years old, he was so cowardly that even when the other party drew eyebrows for him, his face would flush with shame, and he would just grab the corner of his clothes and whisper: "Master, Mo Yan is also happy."

If Shaoqing was still there, he would probably be laughing at him now, as things have changed over time, and only when the relationship between the two is reversed can he understand the helplessness and intentions in this sentence.It's a pity that I was ignorant when I was young, and the beauty of the good days was finally let down by the years without a trace.

Wang Ye was caught by the throat in an instant, what was the feeling that was ready to come out in his chest, he didn't have time to think, and when he realized it, he took a step forward, staring into the man's eyes with burning eyes: "You like me so much?"

He should take the opportunity to laugh at this old cliché, but for a moment, as if his mind was held hostage by this sentence, he suddenly wanted to understand, wanted to ask for an answer, and wanted to know who the man was.

"Tell me, how much do you like me?" He repeated, staring closely at Shen Moyan's eyes to see through the truth.

Moist eyes filled the eyes, and Shen Moyan's words were as light as floating clouds but struck people's hearts: "I love you, even if you forget me, even if you don't love me anymore, even if you disappear from this world, I will always love you until the end of my life." die."

The man didn't cry, his thin body seemed to be swaying and shivering in the cold wind, and his dark pupils looked straight at Wang Ye without fear, in a trance that was breathtaking.

Wang Ye didn't dare to admit the shock in his heart, he had never encountered such a confession in the past 20 years, didn't those idiots who climbed into his bed just for profit?Then Shen Moyan, what is Shen Moyan asking for? !

He covered the position of his heart, shook his head, trying to regain some reason.

This man is a lunatic, how could he be confused by a lunatic's nonsense!

"Come here!" His voice was trembling like his own, and he backed up and stood up the steps again and again: "Old Zhang!"

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Not far away, a bearded man in a black suit hurried over and bowed respectfully to Wang Ye, waiting for his order.

"Teach Singer Shen a lesson, let him taste what it would be like to offend this young master!" Wang Ye's eyes were mixed with contempt and contempt, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, master!" Lao Zhang and the other three bodyguards immediately surrounded Shen Moyan, with a ferocious look on his face, and a murderous aura filled the air.

The burly men were tall and weak compared to Shen Moyan standing among them. His long black hair covered half of his cheeks so that Wang Ye couldn't see his emotions clearly, but he subconsciously clenched his fists first.

"They are not my opponents." Shen Moyan said in a cold voice, his eyes stared at Wang Ye through the gap between the black-clothed bodyguards, and there was a slight frown between his brows, but there was no trace of fear.

Wang Ye tensed his jaw, his expression was as sharp as a knife blade, and he casually moved the emerald tail ring on his little finger. Standing on a high place, he proudly looked at the man: "It turns out that you are also afraid."

"I'm not afraid, I don't want to hurt others." Shen Moyan said frankly.

"Heh." Wang Yepi laughed, stepped back from the bodyguard, and strode down the stairs to look at the man coldly. His bright eyes reflected Shen Moyan's beautiful face, which was as deep as Wang's blue ocean. He hugged him maliciously. The man's waist, bent down close to the man's ear and said, "Since you don't want violence, how about we change the game?" Feeling the body in his arms visibly trembling slightly, he smiled evilly and said casually : "Do you know how I built the Swan Lake in St. Peter?"

He let go of Shen Moyan, walked to the side of the Swan Lake with his hands in his pockets, looked at the splashing water from the central fountain and joked, "Joe Joseph, the European design master, came to Rongcheng to consider it personally, and tailored it according to the style needs of the entire club. Twelve white swans flying around the lake, and the fountain is in the shape of a hexagram facing the sun on all sides. From the beginning of the design to the completion of the building, a total cost of 5000 million yuan was spent, not including the later maintenance consumption.”

After pondering for a moment, Wang Ye laughed and turned to look at Shen Moyan: "But this Swan Lake is well-known in the major media in Chengdu, and St. Peter's Golf Course earned more than 2 million in the first year. You say, this 5000 Is it worth the tens of thousands of dollars?"