Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

What is slap in the face, this is it.

No matter how harsh the scolding was at the beginning, the sound of this slap on the face is so clear now.

"I don't understand, so it turned out to be a commercial competition in the end? Are capitalists playing so big now?"

"I don't know if it's a big deal, but some people are scolded so badly when they are used as gunmen. Is the nine-year education not popularized to you?"

Some people don't understand: "Are you crazy to empathize with capitalists? He knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble without donating so much money every day to charity or handing it over to the country. What kind of contribution does this kind of person do for the country? Is it called responsibility and responsibility?"

This kind of understatement is not the only one. Many hot reviews are like this. At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, it is very funny when you think about it carefully.

Peeking under the skin, it turns out that those who say such things are usually fat-brained, popular-minded men, and it is hard to see that others are better than him.

Maybe he pays less tax in a year than others in a month, the essence is just jealousy.

It's strange that women can appreciate people of the same sex who are much better than themselves, but some men can't do this.

Wen Jinran muttered to Li Nian while browsing Weibo.

Li Nian laughed: "You are not like a man, why did you exclude yourself from this group so naturally?"

Wen Jinran answered frankly: "I belong to another branch of men, normal people."

He also said: "If this group of people who can only talk about it know that the country has sent someone to hand over the project to our company, don't be mad!"

Li Nian suppressed his eagerness to try and warned him: "Don't think about these things. Only a few of us know about this kind of thing, and we can't publicize it to the outside world."

Wen Jinran pursed his lips, feeling a little regretful: "I know, I'm just thinking about it."

Li Nian has been promoted by Song Xunnan as her confidant since this meritorious service. She has the Minister of Human Resources above her, so Song Xunnan let her fill another vacancy, and she is on an equal footing with her former boss.

But last time the company resigned and left a lot of people, the human resources department was too busy, and Li Nian occasionally went to help.

Song Xunnan met a middle-aged man from the new group a few days ago. His surname is Fang, and his single name is Lin.

Because it involved secrecy at this time, apart from Song Xunnan and Wang Wenying, only Fang Lin and Wen Shuli were present.

The attitude of the other party was very kind, and he didn't mean to use his power to force others to give up the benefits. The distribution of benefits was so good that Song Xunnan was unreal for a moment.

Fang Lin only said, "It's an apology."

It was an apology for Chen Zhuoyong's troubles involving Song Xunnan.

Looking at the very tempting numbers on the contract, Song Xunnan began to believe in the saying that misfortune comes with blessings.

Going around is also a blessing in disguise.

Even his calm attitude of not panicking this time gave him a new evaluation from inside and outside.

Only when the last four left, he went to Wen Shuli alone to express his gratitude, and Wen Shuli just smiled.

"It's a trivial matter, just do it as you please. If Lao Chen didn't make a principled mistake, you are Xiaowen's most important friend, and I can't help you."

Song Xunnan replied politely: "I knew this when I met you for the first time, but you didn't recognize each other. But I still have to thank you. I am very grateful for your help this time."

"If you say that," Wen Shuli patted him on the shoulder, with love for the younger generation in his tone, "thanks to Xiao Wen, and remembers his kindness."

Song Xunnan thought carefully about his answer at that time.

He seemed to have paused before he nodded to Wen Shuli and said "yes".

In that brief moment, all he could think about was that he really remembered the other party well.

So good that I almost put myself in it.

The thoughts in the head are heavy, and the movements of the hands are inevitably heavy.

The baby snorted, snorted dissatisfied, and bit his fingertips.

"Excuse me."

After Song Xunnan felt the slight pain, he rubbed the baby's head apologetically, and wiped back the drool on his fingertips.

"..."

The baby was silent for a second, decided to pretend nothing happened, and dozed off on his chest.

Song Xunnan didn't let it fall asleep, and shook its head to let it chat with him: "Tell me, what state am I in now?"

He has been thinking for the past few days, did he mistake his dependence for his heart, or did he really have other thoughts about Wen Heng?

However, is he so vulnerable that he climbs up like a dodder because the other party is reliable?

There was the sound of ding ding dong dong from the decoration upstairs, and Song Xunnan lay on the sofa and looked at the ceiling: "What time is it, why haven't you got off work yet? It's been ringing all afternoon."

A newlywed couple has arrived upstairs, and they are basically decorating these few days.

Fortunately, it was just a soft decoration, and it would be fine in a few days, otherwise Song Xunnan would not be able to bear it.

Just as I was thinking, the doorbell rang.

"Wait, I'll open the door."

He put down the baby, got up and looked into the cat's eye.

At first Song Xunnan thought he was dazzled or dreaming.

Otherwise, how could he see Wen Heng knocking on his door wearing a half-soaked bathrobe and a coat?

He froze in place, not moving.

The doorbell rang again, and at the same time the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he knew who was calling without even thinking about it.

Song Xunnan rolled down his Adam's apple, told himself to be more awake, and opened the door.

"What's wrong with you?"

After opening the door, he was hit by icy water vapor.

Wen Heng's hair was stuck to his neck half-wet and not dry. In the past, he could only see Wen Heng's neat and tidy appearance, but now it was the first time he saw his hair draped softly, which made his whole temperament much softer.Feeling strange and novel, Song Xunnan couldn't help but take a second look.

Wen Heng's hair was a little disheveled by the coat, and there was a pleasant smell of shower gel on his body, which was a very light fragrance.

At this time, his complexion was not very good, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be annoyance in his eyes.

"You come in first." Song Xunnan finally realized that Wen Heng's dress was inappropriate, and hurriedly asked him to turn sideways and let him in.

After Wen Heng came in, his tense face eased a lot.

He said: "Can I borrow the bathroom? The renovation upstairs seems to have damaged the plumbing in the house, and there was no water in the middle of the shower."

After finishing speaking, the upstairs clanked and became busy again.Wen Heng glanced at the ceiling, Song Xunnan looked at him with impatience as if he wanted to lift the roof.

He seldom saw Wen Heng getting angry, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Wait a minute, I just finished bathing the baby, there should be a lot of hot water, I'll go and have a look."

He let Wen Heng sit on the sofa, went into the bathroom to look, and found that there were quite a few more.

"There are quite a lot, enough, just come in." He poked his head out of the bathroom and shouted to Wen Heng.

Wen Heng rubbed his forehead, and finally solved the trouble: "Thank you."

Song Xunnan came out of the bathroom and watched Wen Heng go in. After a while, there was the sound of water flowing inside.

Letting someone else take a bath in your own home is still a wonderful thing, for both parties.

It's like, the original sense of distance is broken, and a new, closer range is redefined.

After a while, Wen Heng's voice came from inside: "Which one is the shower gel?"

Song Xunnan shouted to the inside: "The one with the yellow bottle."

"...No." Wen Heng answered him.

"How could it not be?" Song Xunnan got up while talking, and only remembered when he was standing at the bathroom door, "I, I put it outside when I was bathing the baby. Here, take it for you."

Across a door, Wen Heng's answer came from inside.

Probably because of the fumigation of the heat, Song Xunnan felt that the other party's voice was much deeper and hoarse than before, like cello strings with water vapor, twisting and twisting around his heart.

The house he rented was basically untouched by the original owner's decoration, and the bathroom in the house was separated from the sink by a frosted sliding door.

Frosted, sliding doors.

Even if it wasn't intentional, the first time Song Xunnan walked into the bathroom, he saw Wen Heng's blurred silhouette reflected on the door, which had a great visual impact.

The sound of the water flow became clearer, and one could almost imagine the scene inside.

Song Xunnan twitched his Adam's apple, feeling that this scene was extremely weird.

The sound of running water stopped.

Probably Wen Heng heard his approaching footsteps but saw no one, so he asked in confusion, "Are you outside?"

"Yes," Song Xunnan scooped up the body wash from the pool, and stood in front of the door, "Open the door, and I'll pass it to you."

The sliding door opened a small crack, and hot air rushed out, making Song Xunnan hot for a while.

He was impatient for what was wrong with him, and he couldn't move his eyes when he raised his eyes.

In front of him is Shang's chest dripping with water. The water drops flowed across his chest along his collarbone, fell into his lower abdomen, and then sank into...

Song Xunnan hurriedly averted his eyes.

A long, naked arm was stretched out towards him, and the fingertips were wet with water.

"give it to me."

Song Xunnan handed the bottle of body wash to Wen Heng, and Wen Heng took it over.

During the handover, the fingertips of the two touched, and they separated quickly.

"Thank you."

The door was closed.

Song Xunnan lowered his hand and twisted two fingers.

The temperature of Wen Heng's body remained on it, as well as the water that accidentally got on it.

Recalling the extremely shocking scene just now, he raised his hand and touched his ears that were steaming red.

"Okay, now you don't have to worry about whether you like it or not..."

For the first time in 20 years, Song Xunnan was seduced by a man.

Still the object of my heart.

Song Xunnan only took a short time to accept this reality, and immediately calmed down and considered the most critical issue.

Is Wen Heng's sexual orientation male or female?

Does he like himself?

Does he only consider himself a friend?

Song Xunnan listened to the sound of rushing water through a layer of frosted glass, and touched his beating heart.

No matter how much he cares, Song Xunnan fell in love with someone for the first time in 20 years. If he didn't work hard because of these concerns, he would miss it in vain.

In fact, there are also regrets.

After thinking it through, Song Xunnan sat on the sofa, looked at Wen Heng who had come out of the shower and was wrapped up again, and clicked his tongue regretfully.

You shouldn't be reserved just now, you should read the whole thing first.

Needless to say, Wen Heng's figure is also a little too good.

"Drink water? I'll pour you a glass." He closed his eyelids to hide his overly explicit gaze, and pushed the glass on the table.

Wen Heng didn't know what he was thinking, sat down beside him, and drank some water.

Song Xunnan looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and the water marks on his neck that had not been wiped dry, licked his lips, and poured himself a glass of water.

Jianwen Heng looked over, and there was no need to explain: "Thirsty."

Wen Heng said "hmm" and didn't suspect anything else.

"Are you calling the property?" Song Xunnan asked.

"Yes," Wen Heng's face turned cold, "I don't know when it will be repaired."

No one would be happy if this kind of bad luck happened, and when Wen Heng knocked on the door, there was a scent on his body, which probably disappeared after shampooing.

"You can ask the property owner, but don't worry, come to my house to wash it if it's inconvenient these days. Oh, by the way, I'm not at home often, and I will enter your fingerprint in later, so that you can open it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Song Xunnan felt that he was too active to scare the other party, so he added hypocritically: "What do you think?"

Wen Heng: "It's too troublesome."

Song Xunnan thought he had been rejected, and was about to say something to save him, when the other party continued: "If you don't mind if I come back to disturb you."

"Of course I don't mind," Song Xunnan raised his lips and smiled, "You haven't blown your hair, have you? I'll get the hair dryer."

After he brought it over, he tried to help Wen Heng blow it up, but Wen Heng grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

He looked at Song Xunnan, wondering, "What's wrong with you today?"

Song Xunnan was more puzzled than him: "What's wrong?"

What's wrong with blowing his future boyfriend's hair?

The problem is getting worse. He has never been so enthusiastic before, but now he is so attentive that it is scary.

"You..." Wen Heng wanted to say that he was too abnormal today, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words back, "It's not that there is trouble, just give me the hair dryer."

He insisted, so Song Xunnan had no choice but to hand him the hair dryer, sit cross-legged on the sofa and watch him blow it.

Ruyu's fingertips lightly brushed the jet-black hair, and shuttled through it, Song Xunnan inexplicably thought of the feeling of these hands hugging him.

very warm.

As if sensing Song Xunnan's burning gaze, Wen Heng stopped his movements and looked at him.

Song Xunnan was trying his best to recall his pitiful and few love experience in his mind from the book, and he didn't know how to increase the time they spend together. Seeing Wen Heng looked at him, and smiled at him, his eyebrows and eyes stretched.

Something flashed through his mind, and he immediately grabbed it: "I'll take you to work tomorrow, how about it?"

It seems that the president always drives his little wife to work in an extended Lincoln. Although the gender is changed, the difference is not bad, and he is also the president.

Wen Heng turned off the buzzing hair dryer, looked at Song Xunnan seriously, and called his name: "Song Xunnan."

"what happened?"

"Did something happen to you?" Wen Heng looked at him with his back against the light, frowning, a few strands of blown black hair scattered on his forehead, adding a lazy air.

Song Xunnan heard him ask repeatedly, and answered carefully: "No, did you hear any bad news?"

Wen Heng pointed out: "If you are fine, you should think that tomorrow is the weekend."

Song Xunnan: "..."

Oh, the loophole in his plan.

Song Xunnan didn't give up: "Then you send me off, I will work overtime on weekends and two days."

This reason is a bit rude. Whoever stays up on the weekend and wakes up early to accompany him to work and clock in.

Wen Heng put the hair dryer on the table and seemed to sigh.

"Okay. What time do you go to work, do you need me to pick you up again?"