And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

"Go," Wen Gu made a decisive decision, "Go to the side door, my car is parked there."

Sheng Zhixin took two unsteady steps and nearly fell to the ground.Wen Gu glanced at him, then squatted down in front of him: "I'll carry you on my back."

"I......"

"hurry up."

Sheng Zhixin could only obediently lay on his back, and ran towards the side door while being carried on his back, feeling like he was floating on a small boat.

The security guard's voice was close at hand, he managed to open his eyes, and saw a strong man with a ferocious face biting tightly behind the two of them, with a wave of his arm, a baseball bat slammed down on him.

Sheng Zhixin lowered his head subconsciously, but suddenly his world spun, and he was firmly guarded in front of him.

Wen Gu raised his hand and received the blow, and let out a painful moan from his clenched teeth, which made Sheng Zhixin wake up suddenly, and threw out the half of the wine bottle that had not been loosened in his hand.

The wine bottle hit the security guard's bald head, and the shards splashed across his face.He covered his face in pain and wailed, Wen Gu raised his leg and kicked him in the abdomen, kicking him into the security guards who came from behind, causing them to fall into a mess.The two took the opportunity to escape from the side door and got into the car parked outside.

With a humming sound, the leopard-like black car slid away in the darkness, leaving the vicious security guards behind.

The security guard whose face was covered with shards of glass panicked, and called Nie Yingzhe: "Mr. Nie, he... ran away."

Nie Yingzhe sat in the lobby of the clubhouse with a sullen face, his forehead was wrapped in gauze, his face was swollen, and he looked very embarrassed.

The veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and upon hearing this, he slammed a beautifully crafted ashtray on the ground.

"Okay, it's okay to pick it up," he said in a soft voice, as if he was breathing out, "a bunch of trash! Two people can let them run away, all go home! Go away!"

The middle-aged man standing next to him bowed slightly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Nie. Does Sheng Zhixin also have variety shows and film and television dramas..."

Nie Yingzhe glanced at him, the anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and he showed a strange smile: "Banned? No, you have to broadcast it, and you have to broadcast it to me. Only by putting a long line can you catch big fish, do you understand?"

The middle-aged man nodded yes.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep puff: "I want to see if he, Wen Gu, has the guts to rob Lao Tzu."

***

The car drove through several main roads and slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Wen Gu's left arm, which was hit by a stick, was only numb before, but now it was so painful that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Zhuang Jie huddled in the back seat, saw him parked the car, and whispered "Hello, Brother Wen".

Wen Gu came here in a hurry tonight. He only wore a black windbreaker outside, which looked very flimsy.

He turned his face slightly and asked, "You are?"

"I'm brother Sheng's younger brother, and we're in the same crew," Zhuang Jie said, "Thanks to Brother Sheng today, otherwise my life would have to depend on it."

The aura of this person in front of him is too strong, no matter who stands here, he will subconsciously underestimate his aura by three points.

Wen Gu glanced at him indifferently, then turned to look at the person leaning on the co-pilot.

When he reconfirmed that Sheng Zhixin was intact, his heart that had been hanging for too long finally fell to the ground, like a death row prisoner who was suddenly acquitted and released, and even had an unreal lingering fear.

If it's a little later, or...

Sheng Zhixin pressed his forehead against the car window, feeling that every breath he exhaled was hot, and his teeth were chattering constantly, as if he had a fever.

Wen Gu frowned, and reached out to touch his forehead.

But what I didn't expect was that Sheng Zhixin seemed to have no strength, but he reacted surprisingly quickly and opened his hand violently.

Zhuang Jie took a breath.

Wen Gu only thought that he was in the private room, and the stress reaction was a little serious, and said softly: "Xiao Sheng, let me see if you have a fever."

Sheng Zhixin's tightly closed eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes slightly, a pair of out-of-focus pupils slowly fixed on him.

"Teacher Wen?"

Seeing that he still recognized him, Wen Gu heaved a sigh of relief: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

As soon as his hand touched Sheng Zhixin's skin, the person in front of him trembled.

Wen Gu's gaze turned to his clothes which had obviously been torn apart, and his complexion gradually sank.

But even so, his voice was still very gentle: "Xiao Sheng, let me see."

As if confirming that the person who came was trustworthy, Sheng Zhixin lost his previous resistance, raised his head obediently, and moved closer to Wen Gu's side.

Now he felt that there was a fire burning on his body, and no matter where he was, it was cooler than himself, so he pressed his face tightly against Wen Gu's neck.

Wen Gu looked down at him, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.

Zhuang Jie in the back seat was really shocked.

He just watched helplessly as brother Sheng, who was so fierce before and could knock down a security guard with his own hands, was now nestling in his arms honestly, and he looked like he could even be described as "fragile".

Wen Gu tested the temperature on his forehead and guessed that he had a low-grade fever. He was about to help him back to the passenger seat to fasten his seat belt when someone grabbed his hand.

Wen Gu only thought he was frightened, pulled that hand away, continued to fasten the seat belt, rested quietly in the driver's seat for a while, and then started the car again.

Fortunately, the security guard's club was made of wood, and the pain like a cracked bone was only relieved a little now. If it was made of steel, it would probably be useless if he didn't go to the hospital tonight.

At this moment, Zhuang Jie had the feeling of "escaping from the sky", and he slumped in the back seat for a long while before softly saying, "Thank you, Brother Wen."

Wen Gu didn't speak, and only after driving into the main road in silence did he ask, "Who's at the party?"

Zhuang Jie didn't expect his first question to be so direct, so he stammered: "Yes..."

Relying on his memory, he told all about the people at the party, and then Wen Gu sneered.

Although I am safe now, why do I always feel that this music legend driving a car is another more dangerous existence.

"Poisoned?"

Zhuang Jie listened to his second question and nodded.

"What about him and you?"

"We didn't touch it."

Zhuang Jie swallowed, with lingering fear in his heart: "But brother Sheng almost... really scared me to death."

"Almost?"

Wen Gu squinted his eyes, and knocked on the steering wheel intermittently: "What's wrong with the near miss?"

"Brother Nie almost...no, Nie Yingzhe," Zhuang Jie said, "That's it."

"Okay, I see."

After saying this, there was silence in the carriage until the car stopped downstairs of an apartment building.

Wen Gu took out a key from his pocket and handed it to him: "You can't go home now, so hide here for a few days. There are basically everything in it, and my assistant is also there. If you need anything, you can go to him directly."

Zhuang Jie took the key and bowed to Wen Gu: "Thank you, Brother Wen, thank you very much."

Wen Gu didn't greet him any more, he finished what he had to explain, rolled up the window, turned the car around and drove in another direction.

The place where Shosuke settled down was one of his apartments, and his other residence was not far from here.

While parking the car, Wen Gu found Lin Zijin's number in the address book, and sent him a message: "Find a reliable doctor to come to my house, as soon as possible, I'm in a hurry."

As soon as he finished sending the message, a heat source was attached to his body.

Sheng Zhixin unbuckled his seat belt, looking for something to cool down like a thirsty person looking for an oasis.

Wen Gu looked down at him, turned off the ignition, pulled out the key, walked around to the co-pilot and carried him out with one hand.

Sheng Zhixin seemed to push him subconsciously, but he felt that only when he was close to the people around him could the unbearable heat be relieved a little.

He opened his eyes slightly, only to see Wen Gu's beautiful collarbone exposed in front of him.

Sheng Zhixin rubbed up unconsciously, not feeling anything wrong with what he did.

"Xiao Sheng..."

Wen Gu leaned back to avoid his movements, but the person in his arms relentlessly pressed against him again, biting him a little distractedly.He had no choice but to allow the person in his arms to mess around with him, and it took a lot of stumbling to get in the door.

Wen Gu put the person on the sofa with a sigh of relief.But just as he was about to get up and leave, someone grabbed his hand.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little star lying on the sofa.

It is rare to see Sheng Zhixin lose his composure on weekdays.No matter what Ai Xin did too much, or he crossed the line to test himself, except for the two times when he was drunk, he was indifferent the rest of the time.

There is a sense of strangeness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The white skin of the person on the sofa seemed to be congested with blood, the hair stuck to his cheeks, and even the small mole on the tip of his nose became conspicuous.But now, when he was stared at by those deer eyes burning with passion/pleasure, Wen Gu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I don't want others to see Sheng Zhixin like this.

The sudden possessiveness, also known as injustice and dissatisfaction, made him a little irritable.

Why would there be such a thought?

Could it be that I really had an extraordinary affection for him long ago, but I was stubborn and embarrassed to admit that I crossed out the "senior's concern for the younger generation"?

Before Wen Gu didn't understand why he didn't want Sheng Zhixin to talk to Ai Xin, didn't want Sheng Zhixin and Lin Zijin to get too close, and didn't want Sheng Zhixin to leave his sight.

Some old things from before and supporting the younger generation are the reasons, but it is too far-fetched, and the real reason should be that I like him.

He sighed softly, put the windbreaker on the coat rack beside him, sat beside Sheng Zhixin and looked at him: "You won't let me go?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded with tears streaming down his lips.

"why?"

"I......"

He gasped impatiently, closed his eyes slightly, and turned away from looking at him.

"Be patient a little longer," Wen Gu knew that he was suffering now, and deliberately kept a little distance from him, "The doctor will come soon."

"No doctor..."

Sheng Zhixin suddenly uttered such a sentence vaguely, and his legs curled up subconsciously.

Wen Gu was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you want a doctor?"

But Sheng Zhixin stopped talking, just continued to suppress his disordered breathing, and subconsciously rubbed his legs against the sofa cushions.

The throbbing in Wen Gu's heart became more and more intense, tormentingly disturbing his still sober brain.

He coughed lightly: "Xiao Sheng?"

Sheng Zhixin answered vaguely with a nasal voice.

"Does it hurt?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Gu, as if he didn't understand what the man was talking about.

"I mean......"

Wen Gu rarely felt a little embarrassed, turned his face away slightly: "I can help you."

Sheng Zhixin's eyes widened suddenly, but he flinched into the sofa: "No."

"Ok?"

Wen Gu looked at him in surprise: "No?"

"I don't want it, I..."

He jerked his head up and hit the sofa cushion, just touching the wound on the back of his neck, and frowned in pain.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Wen Gu quickly pulled his shoulders, opened the back collar, and saw a round swollen blister, which was slightly red.

His face darkened: "Who did it? Nie Yingzhe?"

Sheng Zhixin snorted, didn't speak, and kept avoiding him.

Wen Gu pursed his lips, looking worried.

Before leaving in Yunnan, he was still a lively little lead singer, but now...

Wen Gu sighed, and let go of Sheng Zhixin's shoulder.Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Sheng Zhixin punched him.

He is now being tortured by drugs, he has lost his usual strength, and his fists are limp, but it is not difficult to see that there is hatred.

Wen Gu wrapped his arms around his wrist and bowed his head, but he saw deep fear in his eyes besides love/desire.

Maybe it's a high fever, or maybe it's the medicine, but Sheng Zhixin's consciousness is not very clear.

So in such a chaotic consciousness, who did he recognize himself as, would he be so afraid?

Before Wen Gu had time to think about it, he heard the person next to him call softly like a cat, and said softly with the meaning of request: "Teacher Wen..."

Wen Gu's eyes moved, and he let go of his hand slightly: "Do you recognize me?"

"I......"

Sheng Zhixin's face turned even redder, as if what he was about to say was difficult to say: "Can you..."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes: "Can I?"

"At once......."

He seemed really uncomfortable, and put his face on Wen Gu's hand and rubbed it: "Help me..."

"Huh? Didn't you want it just now?"

Wen Gu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, but his hand was already actively touching the target, when he suddenly touched something on the way.

Wen Gu lowered his head, and found that Sheng Zhixin had hit the right navel nail.

He raised his eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Little friend, it's a wild game."

"I......"

Sheng Zhixin just uttered a word, but suddenly let out a low cry, and his whole body tensed up, like a bow with a taut string, looking terribly nervous.

Wen Gu kissed the back of his hand lightly, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

Although he didn't know what he was afraid of, but in any case, this shouldn't be a state of normal joy, but it seemed that he was subconsciously guarding against something that might hurt him.

Sheng Zhixin clasped Wen Gu's wrist tightly, desperately suppressing his breath, but his nerves were still tense, as if he was about to escape in the next second.

"I......"

As soon as he said this word, there was a touch of warmth on his skin.

The man kissed his forehead and the mole on the tip of his nose lightly, avoided his lips restrainedly and politely, but the movements of his hands could touch his sensitivity just right, making him want to run away, but also reluctant to run away.

Sheng Zhixin raised his head, and a graceful arc was drawn around his neck, like a swan on the verge of death.

He just felt that his whole body was soaked in a vat of hot water that continued to heat up, his whole body was scalding hot, and he couldn't escape, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the person who had been following him for many years like a nightmare.

Sheng Zhixin was so frightened that he wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he threw himself into a fiery furnace, about to be roasted and melted.

There is a raging fire ahead, and there are evil spirits behind him, and he is caught in the middle, with nowhere to go.

Suddenly, a coolness swept over the heat wave, and a thick woody fragrance hit the tip of his nose, driving away the chaos, and the haunting nightmare behind him also disappeared.

He seemed to be grabbed by his hands and escaped from the dire straits, only then did he notice the shuddering joy slowly climbing up from the spinal cord, delicate, lingering and lingering.

Sheng Zhixin bit his lip lightly, and clasped the arm of the person next to him unconsciously again, finally couldn't suppress his emotions anymore, following the movement of that person's hand, his voice was lingering, and his eyebrows and eyes were tinged with emotion.

But before the last moment came, his consciousness was clear for a while, and he saw a pair of phoenix eyes that were also full of affection and love, looking at him intently.

Like a bottomless deep pool.

Sheng Zhixin looked away as if being shocked by electricity, the anticipation and desire hidden in his heart for a long time was about to come out, but he dared not face it.

***

When Sheng Zhixin woke up again, he only felt sore all over.

He sat up slowly, looked around, and froze for a moment.

The color of the room is black and white, deserted and desolate, with a hint of inhumanity. There is an electronic piano in the corner not far from the end of the bed, and a guitar next to it.

This is not my house.

And the night before...

Sheng Zhixin couldn't help shivering when he thought of the chaos and horror in that box.

Escape from the box, then what?

Then Wen Gu took a stick for him.

Sheng Zhixin felt a chill in his heart, endured the pain in his body, staggered out of the bed and was about to go out, but heard a "crash" beside him.

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, Wen Gu leaned against the door with a cold face, the low pressure of lack of sleep was written between his brows.

Seeing that Sheng Zhixin had woken up, he calmed down, walked over and helped up the thing that had been pulled down.

"Mr. Wen, how is your hand?" Sheng Zhixin said in a hurry, and subconsciously rolled up his sleeves, "I..."

Wen Gu's arm was covered with medicine that was obviously used to reduce the swelling, but the horrible bruise could still be seen underneath.

His voice choked up, and before he could speak, Wen Gu's hand touched his forehead very naturally, and changed the subject calmly:

"It's not burning anymore."

Wen Gu sighed, lowered his eyes and looked at him: "My hand is fine, but don't you remember the rest?"

What is he going to remember?

Sheng Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the person in front of him: "Maybe I don't remember."

As soon as he finished speaking, several fragments flashed through his mind.

I stuck to Wen Gu's side and made a fuss all night, and also...

Sheng Zhixin's face burned, and he sat back on the bed obediently, his head was smoking, and he felt a little shameless.

Wen Gu opened the curtains for him, turned around and saw his expression, and smiled lightly: "Remember?"

"Yes, sorry..."

Sheng Zhixin turned his head away in embarrassment, not wanting to look at him.

But for some reason, I always feel that the smell of woody fragrance has been wrapped around me, and it has become more and more intense, as if being held in someone's arms.

He was thinking wildly here, and suddenly heard Wen Gu say: "Have you never had any experience in this field?"

Sheng Zhixin paused for a moment with his hand picking the sheets, and denied it flatly: "How is it possible!"

"Oh?"

Wen Gu leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his lap: "So, you are very experienced?"

"Yes, yes."

Sheng Zhixin broke his heart and blurted out: "I have been there several times before, with...and my ex-boyfriend."

"so."

Wen Gu remembered last night that people in front of him were rubbing against him like a kitten, and he lowered his eyes to hide his smile: "Then you have more experience than me."

"what?"

Sheng Zhixin blinked: "You..."

"I didn't know anything about this before, and I had to help others for the first time last night..."

As Wen Gu spoke, he looked away, his cheeks flushed slightly, as if he was very embarrassed: "The technique is not good, please bear with me."

Sheng Zhixin pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little more guilty.

He originally thought that Wen Gu had been in the industry for so many years, and he should have had a few romantic relationships, but he didn't expect this person to be so pure.

Moreover, Wen Gu even said that he was a crook. For some straight men, this kind of thing might really be unacceptable. Maybe he was not clear-headed at the time, and maybe he did something else.

Sheng Zhixin's face was hot, he lowered his head and said, "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Wen Gu said, "It's not you who gave the medicine. It's me who should say I'm sorry for not taking good care of you."

"but I......"

He didn't dare to recall the scary-looking bruises, and he didn't dare to think about how Wen Gu endured the pain to take care of himself last night. Just thinking about it made his heart ache like hell.

Sheng Zhixin felt guilty and sighed again.

Wen Gu was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to rub his hair: "You have done a good job."

If another person were in that situation, it is estimated that few people would be able to get out safely, let alone bring another person by their side.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think deeply.

What kind of experience made Sheng Zhixin, a young man of his age, have such a calm and calm way of thinking about dealing with the crisis?

Sheng Zhixin regained his composure, and said solemnly, "Mr. Wen, I will make it up to you."

"Ok?"

Wen Gu's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up at him: "Compensation for what?"

"Just... last night..."

"Oh, you said this," Wen Gu smiled, "How do you want to compensate me?"

"At once......"

Sheng Zhixin didn't know how he should compensate, he hesitated and couldn't explain why.

"Can't tell? Then owe it first."

Wen Gu seemed to be in a good mood, stood up and glanced at the hanging water hanging on him: "The doctor will come later to change the medicine for the burn on your neck, don't move around."

Sheng Zhixin's heart was mixed with embarrassment for a while, guilt for a while, he nodded indiscriminately, watched the man close the door and leave, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and buried his face in the quilt.

As soon as Wen Gu closed the door, the smile on his face disappeared.

With coldness in his eyes, he leaned against the wall and dialed the phone, and said in a low voice, "Did I save the audio I sent you last night?"

"Keep it," said the man, "where did you get it?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later."

Wen Gu interrupted him in a cold voice: "It is kept with other materials, and I will continue to look for other evidence."

The man paused, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you die and die before to help me with this favor? Now the surname Nie won't be able to dance for a few days, I think it's better to bear it."

"Enough?"

Wen Gu remembered seeing the burn on the back of Sheng Zhixin's neck last night, and suddenly smiled, but his voice was frozen: "He has touched my people this time, bear with your mother, and whoever bears with it will be his grandson."