Shadow for the Emperor

Xiao Zhe didn't know why, but he was agitated by Wen Sheng's soft and hard attitude, and he accidentally said what was in his heart. When his mind cooled down a little, the living room was still so quiet that he could hear the needle drop. Sound, he felt awkward and boring.

"Forget it, anyway, I will remember the money you gave, wait, I will pay you back one day." He lay down and said sullenly.

There was a small rustling sound from the sofa, and after a while, Wen Sheng got off the sofa, sat cross-legged beside him, put his hands on his legs, and leaned slightly towards Xiao Zhe, "I feel Got taken care of?"

This came out of nowhere.

But Xiao Zhe didn't want to be outdone, so he simply sat up again and stared at him with big eyes, "Isn't it not like your behavior of giving me money so casually?"

Wen Sheng sat up straight, and chuckled, "What's so bad about being taken care of?"

"Damn!" Xiao Zhe yelled hotheadedly, suddenly realized that he was too loud, and lowered his voice again, "Do you really think you are taking care of me?"

Wen Sheng raised the corners of his mouth, then leaned towards him slightly, imitating his words, "Isn't it like that?"

"Damn." The other party's sudden approach made him a little uncomfortable, Xiao Zhe tried hard to hold back, "I'm talking to you seriously, don't take it seriously."

"I'm serious too." Wen Sheng said playfully.

"You fart! You are an ancient person, and you have to keep your grandma for wool!" Xiao Zhe gritted his teeth.

"You discriminate against the ancients."

"Discriminate against your sister! What do you know about nurturing? I'm a man!"

"So what?" The smile on Wen Sheng's face deepened, he looked Xiao Zhe up and down, "Don't tell me you're not masculine?"

Xiao Zhe was stunned for a moment.

In the dim light, Wen Sheng's pair of sharp and delicate red phoenix eyes were firmly locked on him. I don't know if he felt that the night was enough to hide his emotions, so he didn't hide them so deeply. It was so obvious that even Xiao Zhe could see it. Got it—Wen Sheng was teasing, having fun.

Xiao Zhe felt that the blood rushed to his face. It was obvious that he was a fellow, and someone knew about it, and he didn't care that much before, but now under the scrutiny of the other party, he felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

Almost without thinking about it, his fist swung out.

Wen Sheng seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He leaned back a little to avoid his punch, and at the same time reached forward with his hand, cut him backwards, pressed him to the ground, and leaned close to his ear, "If it was in my dynasty , this time, is it enough to make you die without a place to bury you?"

"Hey, pay back your dynasty, go back if you have the ability, you just know what it's like to babble at my place." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Sheng pressed down hard, the pain made him gasp for air-conditioning, but he held his breath firmly. Don't beg for mercy.

"You have a guilty conscience? Isn't it just Long Yang's addiction, what are you doing with a guilty conscience?" His voice was a little cold.

"Who says I have a guilty conscience, I just can't fucking see your face, I want to teach you a lesson, what a guilty conscience!"

"Hmph, lesson?" Wen Sheng pressed down again, making him stick to the ground tightly, "It's a joke."

"What the hell is wrong with you in the middle of the night, can you still sleep?"

"You started the talk, I just made you happy." Wen Sheng held him immobile, tilted his head, and looked at him closely, "Since you are worried about these things, then speak clearly , lest I have no peace."

His eyes were unblinking, bright.

His breath fell on his face, warm.

His lips opened and closed, thin.

Xiao Zhe swallowed spinelessly, he could only keep his eyes away, "I have something to say, I made it clear just now, once this difficult period is over, I will pay you back."

"Why bother?" He sneered, "There's no reason why I never take back what I give to others. Just keep it."

"Reward?" Xiao Zhe's expression changed.

"Xiao Zhe, in fact, you don't reject being submerged." He looked at the flushed face opposite, "Since you don't care, why does the fat water fall into the fields of outsiders?"

"You fucking have the guts to tell me again!"

"You've heard it."

"I'm bah." Xiao Zhe didn't know where the strength came from, and finally broke free from the restraint, pushed Wen Sheng away, and went up to grab his collar, "You clear it up for me! First, we Not your three thousand harem; second, I am not a bastard who was born to be submerged; third, you are not worthy!" He roared, "How many times have I reminded you, put away your emperor dream! You His mother is just an actor now, not much more noble than me! Seeing that you have suddenly become popular recently, do you think I came out to play on the first day? Didn’t you fucking accompany people like Wu Bailiu? Emperor, I'm bah!"

Wen Sheng's eyes were like knives gouging out of him, and before Xiao Zhe could react, he had already put his arms against the sofa, "Be careful with your words."

"Cough cough, am I wrong?" Xiao Zhe felt extremely uncomfortable when his neck was pressed against him, and he still spoke stiffly, "Or did I tell the truth and poke your sore foot? The majestic emperor..."

He didn't continue what he said next, and Wen Sheng almost strangled him to death.

Just when the oxygen in his body was almost used up, Wen Sheng suddenly relaxed a little, pinched his face with one hand and forced him to look at him, "Listen, for the last time, I'll keep my word, if you don't, then you don't. Everyone is as miserable as you?" He suppressed his anger, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of this person's presumptuous and bold words, or because of some facts he had tacitly accepted.

"You think I'm miserable, and you still want to cheat on me? What the hell do you think I am? A whore who can be fucked for a little money or a cowboy?" Kung Fu can't beat others, and Xiao Zhe can only talk about it.

"Prostitutes are as annoying as you?"

"Hello..." His voice was blocked before he finished speaking.

That guy Wen Sheng blocked him with his mouth!

"Oh, I'm so stupid..." He stared and cursed vaguely.

Wen Sheng narrowed his eyes, and a murderous look flashed by.

Xiao Zhe felt that when his lips hurt, a bloody smell permeated the air.

This person is a fucking dog?

This is not a kiss at all, but a bite, an occupation, and a siege.

Xiao Zhe was angry, he wanted to bite back, but the other party had already taken precautions, and even took this opportunity to pry open his teeth, and went forward forcefully.

It's funny to say, until now, Xiao Zhe didn't really realize that Wen Sheng had never been a bully in his bones, on the contrary, he was domineering and arrogant, and this nature was just suppressed by him, so Xiao Zhe could only see His calmness, his reticence, and when these superficial things are pushed away, the true face of the volcano will come out.

Oxygen has long been taken away.

If he wanted to survive, he had to rely on Wen Sheng's charity.

If there is any lack of cooperation, he will grab it blindly, playing like a cat catching a mouse, forcing him to submit.

Xiao Zhe had to admit that Wen Sheng's face was too lethal, and he had thought about it for a long time.

But if he had known that there would be such a humiliating and passive end, he would have shied away and ran away like a plague god, not to mention bringing a stranger home like a lustful holy father.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Sheng finally let him go.

Xiao Zhe collapsed down, panting heavily, fresh air poured into his body, causing his chest to heave violently.

However, Wen Sheng leaned over again, pinched his chin, looked at him silently for a few seconds, sneered, and gently wiped away the blood on his mouth with his thumb.

"What the hell do you want?"

"What if I'm still the emperor?"

"What?" The suddenly softened tone aroused Xiao Zhe's vigilance.

"If I could still call the wind and call the rain, would you be willing?"

This kind of assumption of "If I'm rich and powerful, you probably can't wait to climb into my bed" chilled Xiao Zhe, "You're not."

"If so?"

"Wen Sheng, let me tell you a catchphrase, remember it for me." When he got too angry, he stopped being angry and just sneered, "It's hard to buy, I'm happy."

Wen Sheng stared at him dangerously, just when Xiao Zhe thought he was going to pounce on him again, he suddenly let go of his hand, and patted his face frivolously a few times, "Forget it."

"Ah Zing."

Xiao Zhe originally wanted to choke him a few times, but Qin Ruanyun's sudden shout startled him, he turned his head in a daze, and saw her standing in the corridor.

How long has she been standing there?

His heart skipped a beat, he was so absorbed in the noise that he forgot to keep his voice down, and he didn't know how much Qin Ruanyun had seen.Wouldn't it be bad if he saw Wen Sheng's action just now?

"Auntie, you...how did you come out?"

"I heard some movement outside, so I came out to see, what happened?" Qin Ruanyun's eyes wandered between the two, and finally settled on Xiao Zhe.

"He didn't sleep well and fell off the sofa and hit me."

Wen Sheng snorted coldly.

"Why is your mouth swollen?"

"Ah... there are mosquitoes, I accidentally bumped them when I was taking photos..." Xiao Zhe smiled dryly, "He even took photos for me just now, these mosquitoes are very vicious, they only bite people's faces."

Wen Sheng glanced at him, the account was written down.

"Auntie, it's winter, you don't wear more clothes when you come out, how long have you been out? Don't freeze." Seeing that Qin Ruan Yun didn't speak for a long time, Xiao Zhe asked probingly.

Qin Ruanyun shook his head, "It won't take long, as long as I'm fine, I'll go back."

"Well, there are a lot of things in the house, be careful not to trip over."

"Go to bed quickly, what time is it, don't be unable to get up for work tomorrow."

"Hey, I don't have any work tomorrow." Xiao Zhe got up and sent her back to the room, "Tomorrow I'll go out and buy you some delicious food to replenish your body..."

Looking at them from the corner of his eye, Wen Sheng leaned on the sofa, raised his head, and let out a slight breath.

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