After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

The voice next to his ear was sometimes far away and sometimes near, Cen Xing seemed to be lying in a soft net woven by soft light, his whole body was immersed in warmth and contentment, and even the air smelled like roses.

Instinctively raising his hand to cover the sunlight coming in from the curtain, Cen Xing turned over, the quilt was still warm, and the place beside the pillow was empty.

Standing up, Cen Xing heard low voices outside, picked up the nightgown at the side, put it on halfway, and looked at the shirt hanging on the back of the chair.

Stepping barefoot on the soft carpet, Cen Xing lightly pushed open the half-covered door, and Lu Mingshen's voice became clear: "I will consider...not today..."

Sitting in front of the window, Lu Mingshen was bathed in the golden sunlight. His shirt was casually rolled up to his elbows, the top button was unbuttoned, and his neckline was slightly open.

Deliberately walking around in front of him, Cen Xing lay down on the sofa by the window, looked up at Lu Mingshen who was holding the phone, and casually picked up a piece of cake on the table and put it in his mouth, letting the sweet and greasy syrup melt on his tongue. Then he casually stuck out the tip of his tongue, rolling away the cream on his lips little by little.

"President Lu?" On the other end of the phone, he heard Lu Mingshen's originally calm and smooth voice suddenly intermittent, and even said several wrong words, so it was difficult to point out clearly: "Is there something wrong?"

"Well, the cat at home is not fed enough and is throwing a temper tantrum." Lu Mingshen's eyes were tightly attracted by the person in front of him, trying to distinguish the content of the phone, but ended in failure.

Cen Xing was wearing his shirt from last night, which was a size too big. It could not cover his beautiful collarbone, and the buttons were not buttoned properly. Go down and overflow with milk.

"Woke up?" Hastily hung up the phone, Lu Mingshen picked up the blanket on the sofa, ignored his protest, wrapped him tightly, and said solemnly: "I'll catch a cold in the morning."

Glancing at him, Cen Xing was just about to tease him when he saw Lu Mingshen twist a bite-sized cream cake and put it to his mouth: "Still hungry?"

Thinking of his joke just now, Cen Xing squeezed his wrist unceremoniously, intentionally bit his fingers viciously while eating the cake, first brushed his calloused fingertips with the tip of his tongue dipped in cream, and then When he was clearly breathing unsteadily, he bit his fingertip hard.

The smooth and sweet cream melted on the tongue, and Cen Xing raised the corners of his mouth, appreciating with satisfaction Lu Mingshen's obviously wavering but forced to suppress, and said in a drawn-out voice: "Cats will bite when they are unhappy."

Taking a deep breath, Lu Mingshen's eyes flickered, the temperature in Cen Xing's mouth still remained on his fingertips, moist and warm, but the stinging pain at the place where the "kitten" bit him instantly turned into a flowing electric current, numb to the bone.

Last night was just an "appetizer", to appetize and satisfy the kitten's gluttony, there is no reason to feed people without a starter, otherwise the main course will become dull.

Riders always have a desire to conquer, Cen Xing has it, and Lu Mingshen also has it. He has enough patience to wait for the two to tame each other.

"The call just now was from the company. I'm afraid we have to return to China early." Lowering his eyes, Lu Mingshen rubbed the dimple at the corner of Cen Xing's mouth with his knuckles, and said in a low voice, "I wanted to go to a few more places with you."

"Is it serious?" Seeing that he seemed to be really depressed, Cen Xing propped himself up, leaned on his back lightly, and said slowly: "I don't know how to run away from the scenic spot, so I will come back next time."

With the palm resting on the back of Cen Xing's hand, the corners of Lu Mingshen's mouth curled up in a seemingly invisible arc: It's so coaxing.

"However, there is still one place I can go today." Lu Mingshen patted his hand.

However, before going out, at Lu Mingshen's insistence, Cen Xing changed back to his shirt.

Although he admits that Cen Xing's clothes are really attractive, he has a sense of satisfaction that his whole body is wrapped in his breath, but when he thinks of being seen by others, his desire for exclusiveness begins to work.

The place they went to was the tallest building in the city, a tower-top Ferris wheel soaring into the sky, and the surging sea of ​​clouds was under their feet, as if they were in a heavenly palace.

"What is this?" Cen Xing was looking out the window, and was almost taken aback when he heard a very light "click" sound next to the seat, but saw the upholstery open automatically, and a finely carved crystal box rose from the bottom, shining light on it. It was shining brightly, and Lu Mingshen said at the right time: "Open it and have a look?"

"So you were scaring me." Pretending to be angry and muttering, Cen Xing opened the box, and there was a brown pearlescent bronzing envelope, sealed with a rare wax varnish.

The wax pattern is an elegant marine pattern, printed on dark blue fire wax, low-key and restrained, the fragrance on the envelope is familiar and friendly, cedar mixed with musk, and the lower right corner of the cover is written neatly in regular script: Cen Xing.

Suspiciously glanced at the person opposite, the wax seal on the kraft paper broke and made a crisp "crack" sound, and the light fragrance of ink came from the opened envelope.

The letter paper is elegant dark-grain kraft paper. The handwriting is neat and correct, and each stroke is sharp and powerful, but the content makes Cen Xing blushing, just like the person sitting opposite him, who speaks bold words with a meticulous attitude, which is extraordinarily provocative. Lenovo.

"I have never accepted a love letter from anyone, and I have never written one. This is the first one." Lu Mingshen picked up the crystal rose in his hand and stared into Cen Xing's eyes: "Mr. Cen, I am now officially pursuing you."

It's not Xiao Xing who is usually called, or Xiao Xing when he is joking. Lu Mingshen calls him Mr. Cen, which is the same as the title in the love letter.

The Ferris wheel rises to the highest point, the sun shines through the transparent glass windows, and everything is shrouded in warm light without a trace of haze.

The two faced each other, and Lu Mingshen's black eyes were shining brightly, which suddenly made Cen Xing wonder whether he was as confident and energetic as he is now on the field.

On the last night abroad, the two of them didn't do anything, they just hugged each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and exchanging breaths, it seemed that it was dawn.

"Have you heard? The Yan family and the Jiang family are getting married." After boarding the plane, Lu Mingshen received a message from his friend and said calmly, "We are invited to attend the wedding in a few days."

"In such a hurry?" Cen Xing took the mobile phone he handed over, and was stunned after reading it, never expecting that there were his friends in it: "The marriage partner is Jiang Wangchao? Has the Jiang family accepted him again?"

Lu Mingshen covered him with a blanket, and said calmly, "You can ask him."

The two of them had long been accustomed to long-distance flights, and went straight to the villa after getting off the plane, not feeling too tired.It's a pity that Cen Xing's little wish to stay with Lu Mingshen for one more time did not come true. The two of them saw from a distance in the car that a familiar red Maserati parked in front of the gate of the villa.

"Did he come to trouble you?" Cen Xing's eyes ignited a raging fire: "I will accompany you."

"Probably not, you go to rest first." Remembering that in Cen Xing's eyes, he was still "the eldest son who failed in the struggle", Lu Mingshen hid the smile on his lips, tried to lower his face, and said softly: "This is our home, He won't."

Hearing the sound of the car stopping outside, Lu Mingye's shoulders trembled, his whole body seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, and it was difficult to move.The footsteps were getting closer, and he raised his head with all his strength, just in time to meet Cen Xing's gaze.

Seeing the people in the living room, Cen Xing instantly understood why Lu Mingshen told him not to worry. Lu Mingye's face was full of stubble, and there were a few obvious wrinkles on his exquisite custom-made suit. His originally bright eyes were bloodshot, and his body was crumbling. .

His voice was hoarse: "Brother." He was exhausted even speaking: "Mr. Cen."

"You go in first." Patting the back of Cen Xing's hand, Lu Mingshen waited for his figure to disappear on the second floor, then controlled the wheelchair and entered the living room, asked the housekeeper to close the door, and said expressionlessly, "What do you want me to do?"

"I've already lost, and I have nothing left." It wasn't until yesterday that Lu Mingye realized that Lu Mingshen's seeming concessions all this time were all traps.No matter how unwilling he was, there was no place for him in the Lu family, and the Meng family avoided him. He had never been hit so hard in his life, and the opponent turned out to be his relatives.

"I just ask you one thing, let Meng Qian go." Resigning voluntarily was the last bit of decency left for him by Lu's father. Lu Mingye staggered to Lu Mingshen, and suddenly felt that the people in front of him were extremely strange: "We are still brothers. Let me once."

After listening to him quietly, Lu Mingshen's eyes fixed on the grass outside the window, and he said without sadness or joy, "I want to make a bet with you."

The jet lag was not reversed, and Cen Xing was not at all tired, so he simply waited for Lu Mingshen while playing small ball with Xiao Jin in the study.

"Did you miss me?" He sat on the carpet, threw the tennis ball casually, watched the golden retriever catch it with two paws, and rolled on the ground: "Be careful of hitting your head."

Standing up, Cen Xing looked at Lu Mingshen's bookshelf boredly, only to find that this man reads a wide variety of books, financial technology, sports... all kinds of content, and one in a language he had never seen before.

Attracted by the peculiar pattern on the spine of the book, Cen Xing stood on tiptoe and pulled out the dilapidated "foreign language book". He only heard a very soft "squeak". Before the book was pulled out, the bookcase beside him became silent. The breath turned automatically, and behind him was a small room that he hadn't seen.

"Don't go in!" Cen Xing wanted to yell to Xiao Jin who was rushing in with the ball in his mouth, but the golden retriever walked quickly and got under the desk in the small room, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.

"Hey, come out." Although he didn't know what Lu Mingshen was hiding here, since the man didn't tell him, he tended to think that the other party had a reason.

After a lot of effort to draw out the golden retriever from the bottom of the table, Cen Xing was worrying about how to close it, and inadvertently scanned a section of document exposed on the desktop: Object: Cen Xing, Date: ...

His heart seemed to be hit violently, Cen Xing's breathing seemed to be choked by a huge hand, there was no sound in the study, he shook his head instinctively, but his fingertips touched the clean folder as if uncontrollably... …

Someone sent Lu Mingye off, and Lu Mingshen watched the car go away outside the window, and didn't recover for a long time, until the alarm sounded on the phone, and then moved his eyelids.

"Little Xing." The sudden knock on the door woke Cen Xing up suddenly, and when he didn't pay attention, a stack of documents slipped from his hands and scattered all over the floor.Through the door, Lu Mingshen's voice sounded a bit hazy: "Can I come in?"

Since he had read everything he shouldn't have read, and there was nothing to hide, Cen Xing picked up the documents on the ground, surprised at the calmness of his voice: "Well, come in, and then close the door."

With a sigh in his heart, Lu Mingshen opened the door and entered the room, and saw Cen Xing standing in front of the table with a stack of reports that he was all too familiar with.

He held his breath, and slowly steered the wheelchair closer. It was the first time he saw Cen Xing showing such an expression. It was neither angry nor disappointed, but rather sad?

"You said that I stopped monitoring after I moved in." He couldn't understand some data in the report, and his intuition told him that it was not a good thing. Cen Xing slowly stepped forward and looked directly into Lu Mingshen's eyes: "Please tell me this What is it?"

"It's not surveillance." Lu Mingshen knew that sooner or later he would confess to him, but he didn't expect to be discovered in this way. His voice sounded like he had been crushed: "It's hypnosis."

Staring at him blankly, Cen Xing couldn't express his current mood clearly, so he asked bluntly, "I don't understand."

"Sit down first." After explaining "subconsciousness" and "guidance" with difficulty, Lu Mingshen continued to speak, feeling a faint chill in his heart: he would rather Cen Xing scold him or show anger, rather than just listen indifferently, like something happened Examine it independently of yourself.

For a long while, no one in the room spoke. Cen Xing lay on the sofa, trying to digest a series of new terms that Lu Mingshen said, avoiding his eyes, and tried to calmly ask: "Why did you do this?"

No matter how cunning the opponent is, Lu Mingshen never shows timidity at the negotiating table, because he believes that as long as people have weaknesses.However, when facing Cen Xing at this moment, he realized that the person in front of him was his weakness.He didn't have any confidence that he could persuade Cen Xing to forgive him, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, knowing that the evidence of the crime is convincing, but still clinging to the last sliver of luck.

"Because of uneasiness." He tentatively grabbed Cen Xing's hand. The man didn't take it away, but he didn't respond either. He continued: "When you go abroad to compete, it has been terminated."

"You think you can make me like you by controlling my thoughts?" Cen Xing's eyes made Lu Mingshen tremble with fear: "Is this how you court people?"

"No." Lu Mingshen squeezed his hand tightly: "I can't control what you think and what you think, no one can do it."

"Can I be quiet for a while?" Cen Xing frowned as his hand hurt from being held, "I'm a little tired."

Walking out of the study room alone, Cen Xing took a bath in a trance, lying on the bed with his eyes wide open, his mind kept circling what Lu Mingshen said just now.What are you disappointed about?Cen Xing asked himself that.

He had known for a long time that there was a dark part in Lu Mingshen's character, and he just overestimated himself and thought he could change something.

Turning over, Cen Xing covered his head with the quilt, half asleep and half awake, thinking of Lu Mingshen's words, he suddenly realized: Doesn't that mean that he wove those weird dreams in his subconscious? !

Kicking off the quilt, Cen Xing glanced at the darkened sky outside the window, touched the flat pillow next door, and rolled his eyes in his heart.

The study room is connected to the bedroom, and Cen Xing tiptoed open the half-covered door, and saw Lu Mingshen sitting in front of the table, and in the middle of the table was the crystal rose that was given to him in the morning.

Holding the doorknob tightly, Cen Xing pouted: "Don't pay attention to him, why are you pretending to be pitiful."

I don't know if he sensed the sight from behind, but Lu Mingshen's fingertips moved, keenly aware that he might turn around, Cen Xing stepped back quickly, and plunged into the quilt.

In less than half a moment, he heard the door being opened, and Lu Mingshen's voice was low and hoarse: "Xiao Xing, are you still sleeping?"

Grabbing the quilt, Cen Xing didn't answer, turned his back to him, and secretly pricked up his ears.

Staring at the broken hair on his forehead, Lu Mingshen's eyes gradually changed: "I listened to the recording with you, do you want to know what my dream was like?"

The knuckles holding the quilt turned white, and Cen Xing closed his eyes tightly, insisting not to speak.

"I dreamed that I was buried in the ground, only you reached out to me, and then,"

After waiting for a long time, Cen Xing turned his head slightly and lowered his eyes: "Then?"

When his eyes darkened, Lu Mingshen leaned down and held his lips.

Before he could raise his hand, the man pressed his hands on the top of his head, and the faint fragrance entwined in his breath...

The author has something to say: In the future, there will be no flag double-updates, the more anxious you become, the more stuck you will be _(:з」∠)_

This book will not be too long, there are still a few chapters