My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

The two men had finished chatting about "Yingying Yanyan", and before they had eaten a few mouthfuls of food, Shen Lang's phone rang.

Lai Xian: The number one actor in the universe who is so colorful and colorful.

Shen Lang said to Shang Yuxian, "Mingxuan."

Shang Yuxian nodded: "Well, it's probably about the interview."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows: "Are you a prophet?"

Shang Yuxian: "Listen."

Shen Lang picked up the phone and put on the speakerphone: "Crooked? Brother Ming."

Mingxuan went straight to the point and said that Li Li would take him for an interview tomorrow morning, and cooperate with the interview with the General Manager to promote the suspense film "Her Man", which will be broadcast live on Weibo. The reporter gave a list of questions, including The one who talked about "dreams" didn't know how to answer it. You can't say "I have been playing tricks until the age of 35, dreaming that I am popular all over the universe", right?Therefore, I want my younger brother to help me as a staff officer.

Shen Lang looked at Shang Yuxian in surprise, gave a thumbs up, and said "awesome" on his lips.

"I see. I'll analyze it with him and write you an outline, which I will memorize when the time comes." Shen Lang said.

Mingxuan was overjoyed: "Where is my sister-in-law beside me?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

What the hell is calling "sister-in-law" as soon as you open your mouth?

After the official visit, did you start to lose weight?

Is there a better name?

Can Lang saw that his lover was uncomfortable, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Ming, don't talk for now, I will send you a WeChat message after I finish writing, and we will have dinner here."

Mingxuan: "Let's hang out together after I'm done filming. I'll earn one billion for my sister-in-law first, and then I'll get a prize. It will be used as money for your marriage."

Shen Lang: "That can't be done, the box office is the box office, and the red envelope is red..."

Not finished.

Shang Yuxian suddenly said, "Okay."

San Lang: "..."

Mingxuan: "Hahaha, my sister-in-law has spoken, but what you say doesn't count."

Shen Lang: "Brother, if you count my relatives here, you should write the marriage account, and you should also write the money to me, right?"

Mingxuan: "No, even you belong to the sister-in-law. Of course the gift money should be given to the sister-in-law.

San Lang: "You..."

Ming Xuan: "It's over."

Doodle.

Shen Lang cursed "Fuck", threw the phone on the table, and his eyes fell on Shang Yuxian's face.

Shang Yuxian still only drank plain porridge, and when he met his gaze, the porcelain spoon fell into the porridge bowl, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes, a flash of panic flashed brightly in his eyes, which seemed to bring a little joy.

Shen Lang noticed his subtle expression: "What are you thinking, what's wrong?"

Shang Yuxian looked up at him: "There are still eight months."

Shen Lang looked directly at him: "En."

--marry.

and the person in front of me.

Shang Yuxian looked at Shen Lang in a daze.

To be honest, this is not his first marriage, but he still feels his heart pounding after hearing the word "marriage". How should I describe it, joy, fear, expectation, apprehension, and even a little flattered.

his man.

In a few months, will the 26-year-old really be willing to put his future years on himself?

Not overnight, but worship the world.

In the previous oral agreement, he was the one who mentioned the word "marriage" first, and Shang Yuxian knew it all too well. Although he was also very nervous at the time, it was more out of his relationship with the two and his family responsibilities.At that time, the older self was mature, solemn, calm and serious in front of the youth.

And now...

As long as you think about it, in the future, you can live with your young lover, stay together until you grow old, sleep together, and wake up together, even if you want to do that kind of thing with him, you will become open-minded...

Shang Yuxian's ear tips gradually turned red, and he suddenly avoided his sight and looked elsewhere.

Shen Lang observed his expression: "..."

For some reason, he and Brother Ming often made jokes like this, and they didn't think it was a big deal at first, but seeing the embarrassment of the big baby, and remembering what Mingxuan said about getting married, he was actually a little embarrassed.

"Cough." Shen Lang's face became hot, he swept the tip of his nose, and hurriedly changed the topic, "How can I write the 'dream' that Mingxuan mentioned?"

"Didn't you keep working overtime writing copywriting, and even went to an Internet cafe?" Shang Yuxian muttered, suddenly put on the president's airs, and even his tone became serious, "Writing for nothing? Don't you have any ideas in your heart?"

San Lang: "..."

Well, I still hold grudges.

Shen Lang bowed his head and picked up the rice: "It's too low to sell misery, why not laugh at yourself, be humorous, and shut everyone's mouths."

Shang Yuxian nodded: "Yes, just to test the results of the surprise attack, show your public relations writing level, and let me test it."

Peach blossom eyes crooked: "Okay."

If you can't write it, President Shang may not be so vicious. If you think about staying out at night and going to an Internet cafe all night, don't even think about it.

Shang Yuxian poured him a sip of red wine: "Please."

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to drink when you have a cold? We have an agreement, do you remember?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

After the first time in the hot spring villa, because Shang Yuxian said, "It's better for the two of us to stay sober", they seemed to have tacitly agreed to the rule of not doing anything drunk.

San Lang saw that there was only a little in the cup, and he looked at him for a while, took it to toast with him, and drank it down, "With so little, do you want to get me drunk?"

Shang Yuxian drank half a glass: "I don't want to get you drunk."

"What's the purpose?" San Lang asked.

Shang Yuxian poured himself a drink, and asked calmly: "Have you heard the allusion of 'A glass of wine releases the power of soldiers'?"

Shen Lang blinked: "Huh?"

Shang Yuxian's face was gentle: "Yes."

San Lang: "Oh!"

After a soul conversation, without further ado, Shen Lang took out his wallet, took out a card, and placed it squarely in front of Shang Yuxian.

Ok.

War right.

The last small treasury was given to him by Mr. Shen a while ago.

What "Jingba" has saved for him over the years is considered child support?

The father of an official in the capital.

Rong Yu.

Mr. Shen never took the money in it.

Shen Lang chuckled lightly: "180 million, that's one hundred thousand a year, can you support me?"

Shang Yuxian put away that card, and took out another card from his wallet: "In exchange, I'll give this card to grandpa, and let him spend it."

San Lang: "You gave him one before, he swiped it."

Shang Yuxian: "I know, from now on, every penny you spend must belong to me, Shang Yuxian. That one is pocket money for grandpa, and this one is my betrothal gift."

Shen Lang was stunned: "Can I think this is a dowry?"

"How can an old man spend a dowry?" Shang Yuxian lowered his eyes, raised his glass and took a big sip of wine, "The dowry."

"No, this is the principle."

"Understood, up to you."

Xiaoyuan cleaned up the leftovers for the two of them, and went out to work overtime again.

Shang Yuxian was a little drunk, and insisted on going to take a bath, and refused to let Shen Lang accompany him, saying that he only took a shower.

San Lang looked at his back, pretending to be casual and asked: "You don't need my help?"

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Shen Lang didn't like to move around, so he just typed on the sofa and coffee table, and after half an hour, he finished the interview materials for Mingxuan, and he was waiting to watch the live broadcast on Weibo tomorrow.

It was getting dark, Shang Yuxian came out of the bedroom, wearing a long nightgown, buttons and belts wrapped him tightly, went straight to the desk, sat there and didn't know what he was doing, drunk and hazy, with wandering eyes Floating, drifting over from time to time.Shen Lang raised his eyes to look over, but his eyes fled away in panic again.

San Lang looked at his ankles and calves, "Don't wear any pants? Then you'll catch a cold."

Shang Yuxian showed no expression: "It's not cold."

Shen Lang neither exposed him, nor took the initiative to talk to him, and let him struggle there, turned on the video software, put on the earphones and started watching a movie.

Shang Yuxian: "..."

after awhile.

Shang Yuxian came over and stood in front of him with red eyes: "Don't wear headphones, I'm talking to you, but you can't hear me."

Shen Lang sank lazily on the sofa, raised his head, and smiled mockingly: "Did you talk to me just now?"

Shang Yuxian: "I said it."

Shen Lang took off the earphones: "I didn't turn up the volume, baby."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Without further ado, turn around and walk back.

San Lang stared at his back with a smile.

After a while.

While looking down at the report, Shang Yuxian was looking for something to say: "Have you finished watching that movie? How is it?"

"Well, it's fine."

It is Han Xiao's company's new year masterpiece.

Shen Lang considered the appropriate words, and continued with some regrets: "However, I personally feel that Han Xiao's movie will not become a best-selling classic."

Shang Yuxian thought for a while: "Why do you comment so much, you watched half of it last time, didn't you say that the development of the story was unexpected?"

Shen Lang: "Being unexpected doesn't mean it will become a classic, it has to pass the test of time."

Shang Yuxian murmured: "The test of time."

"Yeah, in short, Han Xiao just played backgammon and lost a lot of space, thinking that he wanted to pretend to be Go by filling it up for fooling around?" Shen Lang suddenly restrained his smile, "Shang Yuxian, give me five years, I'll kill them all."

Shang Yuxian looked at his little friend absently: "Okay."

That kind of charm has always been seen in young people, and now it is becoming more and more obvious.

"I'm not talking nonsense, just take this movie as an example, obviously they want to construct a huge realism vertically profound world, but they are not grounded enough, have no sense of life, are not down-to-earth, and only want to follow the crowd and make money Big ones, fancy ones, pills like this sooner or later—I mean, only works that resonate can cause a sensation. This kind of resonance comes from life and the character of the creator. The box office depends on the audience's blindness."

Shang Yuxian put down the document in his hand, got up and walked towards him: "No matter how good a director is, he is not a businessman. Ideals and money cannot be both."

"I don't think so," San Lang also stood up and looked at him with a smile, "It should be said that it happens to be the opposite of you. I think that an excellent director must be a shrewd businessman at heart. He must know how to look for opportunities, ambush, Aim, snipe."

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he smiled and looked at Shang Yuxian who came over.

Shang Yuxian stopped suddenly, raised one hand, and aimed at Shen Lang.

There was a layer of frost on Jun's face, and there was indifference in his gentle eyes. That posture was too standard, and he was extremely handsome.

Shang Yuxian let out a "bang".

Shen Lang turned pale with shock: "Uh, you...cough cough cough..."

Muttering like this, San Lang covered his heart, which was shot, and fell down in response, falling to the ground little by little, lying on his back, frowning in pain:

"...Baby...you treat me like this..."

Shang Yuxian's cold expression softened a little bit, and panic gradually surfaced, he strode over from there, and knelt down beside the young man, "Shen Lang, forgive me..."

San Lang: "..."

Damn, I was waiting here.

impossible.

What about punishment?

"On the green prairie, death will not forgive." He left his last words (...) Tao Hua's eyes were full of despair, and then he slowly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Wake up, San Lang, no, don't do this, don't leave me."

Shang Yuxian was exhausted and called out to him in grief.

In his grief he started tearing Sam Rang's shirt(...)

San Lang: "..."

Until three buttons were torn apart.

If you take it off again, you will be stripped naked, and you can't help it anymore, Shen Lang squinted one eye: "Baby, I was killed just now, what are you doing, this camera is not grounded."

Shang Yuxian's face became serious: "But this is very scientific. After death, the blood will gather to the bottom, and there will be a final rise. I want to combine with you while your body is still hot, and die in an embrace. The literature says body If they are connected together, the two are stiff together, and cannot be separated after death."

Shen Lang: "?????"

Mist grass? !

If this is written into a script and filmed, it will be more exciting than tearing up devils.

Must not be burned to ashes by netizens?

Just then.

"pat--"

There was a sound at the door.

The two men rolled on the floor of the office and looked over there.

Ms. Tang Yuanyuan did not know when she appeared, she was standing at the door, dumbfounded, a folder fell on the ground, I don't know how much she heard.

Well, she saw it all, one had a messy suit and shirt, the other was wearing a nightgown showing her white legs, the president and his wife were rolling on the ground, this way of getting along...

What the hell, Mr. Shang has become more and more sloppy since he dated a young man who was 12 years younger than him, hasn't he?However, compared with the rigid appearance before, it is much more interesting and lively now.

With a tense face and a cold aura all over her body, Xiaoyuan silently picked up the folder and placed it gently on the coffee table, then turned around and strode out the door, "I'm off work, It's cold on the ground, go play on the bed," she left behind this sentence like an old man at home telling her grandson, and pulled the door lock casually, and closed the door behind her.

Two men: "..."

There was silence in the office, and the two fell silent together.

San Lang pushed the lover on his body, turned over and got up from the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and his chest heaved greatly. This posture made his figure more slender and stylish, with thin and powerful chest and abdominal muscles, and a thin and strong waist , The long legs are very beautiful.

Shang Yuxian sat on the floor and squinted at him.

Shen Lang walked to the desk, picked up the master controller of the suite, and slowly closed the blackout curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, dimming the dazzling chandelier.

Shang Yuxian was startled, and stood up a little nervously: "You, do you want to take a bath, will you feel cold?"

Shen Lang turned to look at him: "The central air conditioner is so hot, who can get cold so easily?"

Shang Yuxian: "You have a cold..."

"Look, your masterpiece." San Lang looked down at the buttons of his shirt, three of which were unbuttoned by the big baby, exposing his chest, he undid the last one casually, and then took off his shirt: " So, I need to sweat a little bit."

Shang Yuxian: "Take a hot bath and rest, don't get sick, you have to go to the hospital..."

San Lang walked towards him step by step: "I won't get sick."

"Then I'll wash first."

"You didn't wash it just now?"

"..."

Shang Yuxian was a little confused, felt dizzy for a while, and the alcohol began to hit his head.

San Lang: "You're drunk."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

"Don't do it when you're drunk, your body won't be able to take it."

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he looked at him head-on for a while, then suddenly turned around, and while walking towards the bedroom, he whispered, "Go to sleep."

After walking three or five steps, he suddenly saw a shadow appearing in front of him—the shadow in the light, slowly elongated, and elongated to his feet.

"?"

At the same time, with a "click", the wall lamp went out, and the eyes were completely dark.

The entire presidential suite was plunged into darkness.

The darkness made him think that he was suddenly blind, and San Lang felt a burst of warm breath welling up from the back of his neck.

The breath enveloped him in an instant.

Shang Yuxian hugged him tightly behind his back.

Shen Lang stroked the back of his hand: "Stop making trouble, your head will hurt later."

Shang Yuxian pressed his lips against his chin, kissed his neck, and whispered, "I'm sorry...San Lang...I'm sorry..."

I don't know how long he had been thinking about it, but he suddenly said a word of apology to him, which made San Lang unable to react for a while, and he froze there, not moving at all, just standing there.

After a while, he said: "Shang Yuxian, you have nothing to do with me, don't say those three words to others easily, this is not you."

"I've been making you suffer criticism all this time, I'm sorry."

Shen Lang smiled: "What's the matter, don't be hypocritical."

"You let me finish."

"It's not a problem. I don't need to finish it. I'm already mentally prepared to be with you."

"Mr. Li's business is my negligence, which caused you to be teased by colleagues, I'm sorry—" Shang Yuxian ignored his interruption and said to himself:

"I'm sorry for ignoring the family and your feelings, I'm sorry for throwing the child to you but ignoring it; I have seriously reflected on it, and I know very well in my heart that I really did not put a little energy on the family, just like you said , I treat my home as a hotel, not even [-]%——

"You're right. At first I put the concept of 'family' in front of you and told you 'it's very heavy', but now I put all the burden of 'family' on you, but , you know, you are not the housekeeper I invited, not an addition to the family, I love you, I am really sorry..."

In this way, he kept talking a lot.

Torturing the soul of the lover in the dark, without any concealment, one by one, the careless man took out all the trivial things that happened in life for the first time - there was a fluke, there was an escape , I have muddled through, and I have deliberately imposed the part of the subconscious that I don’t want to bear on the youth, but isn’t all this a manifestation of the deep love between the two?

Even emotionally, the two seem to be stepping into the stage of relatives from partners, because of loyalty and trust, just like family members will calmly hand over difficult problems to each other to solve them.The man seemed to want to say "I'm sorry" in the first half of his life, his forehead rested on San Lang's shoulder, his arms were trembling, and finally he murmured softly:

"...I didn't do well enough, San Lang. Even though you never complain or blame me, I know that you are very sad."

Can't see San Lang's expression in the darkness: "You are already very good, I said, having you is mine..."

"No," Shang Yuxian interrupted him, "I also know that for a moment, you were disappointed with me, felt tired, thought of retreating at least once, and thought about whether we are suitable or not. San Lang, don't lie to me, I know..."

The voice in the ear was slightly hoarse, and Shang Yuxian suddenly choked his throat.

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly felt his shoulders were hot and humid, and the person in his arms was shaking violently.He couldn't help trembling, turned around and hugged him, coaxing him in a low voice, "Just thinking about it..." Except for this sentence, for the first time, he didn't know how to coax him, and any witty words didn't work.

For the first time, the older lover shed tears in front of the young man, just because of guilt, self-blame, sorry, and overwhelming desire to remedy and save.

"I'm 38 years old, I had a failed marriage, and I know my flaws. I have a lot of bad habits. I may correct them slowly, but I will." The man's voice was choking, and he hugged tightly The young man's waist, "Don't be disappointed in me," he whispered to him over and over again, "San Lang, don't be disappointed in me," as if afraid that he would suddenly disappear in the dark, "San Lang..."

"Sam Lang."

"Sam Lang."

"I'm here."

San Lang's palm clasped his back, feeling the damp heat in his heart, he pinched Shang Yuxian's jaw, and what his fingers touched were obviously the tears of a middle-aged man.A rare drunk, emotionally unstable, how many years has the older lover not really shed tears?

Moreover, it is in front of oneself.

After a long time.

After his eyes got used to the darkness, San Lang held his face in his hands, trying to see his lover's outline clearly, and said carefully: "Shang Yuxian, I will not leave you, I have never thought about it that way, never once, and never in the future There will be."

He said, "I swear to you."

He said: "Don't cry, I feel bad and my heart will hurt."

The man who never believed in promises and oaths experienced the shock and emotion for the first time. The point that had been suppressed all year round suddenly exploded from the bottom of his heart, and then, it gushed out straight to the top of his forehead. He couldn't restrain it— —

Male emotions tend to come quickly and intensely, sometimes leaving them just wanting to get out and have a fight, and other times making them want to be relieved, possessive, destructive, and let off steam.

The man's hands climbed onto the young man's shoulders, kissed him messily, bit him, and tore his clothes.The two kissed until the darkness, and San Lang's back bumped against the wall, feeling his lover's movements were clumsy, rough and urgent, even tasted the bloody smell in the entanglement between lips and teeth, but he couldn't stop him.

There are tears in the lover's eyes, overflowing with strong affection, as well as imperceptible despair, panic and grievance.How could San Lang endure this? He turned over and pressed him against the wall, pressed his body tightly, wrapped his arms around his waist, reached into his nightgown, groped around, and down...

Shen Lang paused in disbelief: "You're not wearing..."

Shang Yuxian didn't respond to him, bit his lips, and the nightgown slipped to the floor, Shen Lang felt a shudder all over his body, and fell down with overwhelming kisses.

Instinctively lifted him up, turned him over, without any foreplay or preparation, forcefully broke into his lover's body, with only a little bit of consciousness left, he kept yelling "stop!" to himself in his heart, but it didn't work Can't afford it either.

Shang Yuxian felt that he was about to be torn apart by his lover, his arms tremblingly supported the wall, he turned a hand behind his back, and scratched the back of the young man's hand behind him with bloodstains.Shen Lang grunted in pain, leaned down and bit his back with his mouth open.

There was an unusual silence in the darkness, no one said a word, any language was superfluous, and the crazy and violent impact was like a silent war.

This has always been a posture that makes Shang Yuxian feel ashamed, and Shen Lang doesn't like to love him behind his back, and he doesn't want to see his lover's expression in the joy.

But this is inherited by animals, the most primitive and wild, without any pretense, completely returning to the instinctive posture of nature.

I just want to work until the end of time. It has nothing to do with your status, whether you are rich or not, and whether you can last long.

In the dark silence, there were only the low panting and clashing sounds of the two men.

I don't know how long it took, Shang Yuxian was in so much pain that his arms couldn't support him, and he collapsed limply, almost sitting on the ground, and then Shen Lang gradually woke up from his trance.

"Does it hurt you?" San Lang held his lover's face with one hand, and kissed his eyes thinly, sucking out the tears he was holding. "I'm sorry, but I can't stop," he said , hugged Shang Yuxian with one hand on the waist, and led him back towards the sofa.

Suddenly leaning back, Shen Lang sank into the sofa, Shang Yuxian let out a soft cry amidst the shock of weightlessness.

With her arms around her lover, her lips pressed against his ear: "Are you really willing to accept punishment?"

With Shang Yuxian's back pressed against the young man's chest, he said hoarsely, "I didn't find a way to deny it this night."

"You are so good, there are always people trying to pry my corner, what should I do?"

"San Lang..."

"You made the preparations yourself again?" San Lang turned his lover around while shaking off the thin long silk tie on the sofa. The two looked at each other face to face. San Lang asked casually, a little Little by little, he tied the tie around Shang Yuxian's wrist, wrapping him around him slowly and slowly.

Shang Yuxian sat on his body, neither asking him nor resisting, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, blindly kissing the young man so hard to breathe.

San Lang felt his whole body start to burn, and smiled lowly in his ear: "In the days to come, I will try my best to tie you by my side, I will never go anywhere in my life, and no one will covet you again."

Shang Yuxian: "Okay."

The tie was tied in a tight knot, and scissors were probably the only option afterwards.

"Is it useful?" Shang Yuxian moved his fingers, "Compared to this, you have already tied me up with something else, and you can't break free and you can't escape."

"Have you earned and escaped?" Shen Lang asked.

"It was you who ran away," Shang Yuxian said, "I have been pursuing you for a while, but you didn't know it."

Shen Lang hugged him tightly and almost laughed out loud: "Send flowers? Wall dong? Back hug? Heart and soul?"

Shang Yuxian's ears turned red: "You're angry with me, and I'm coaxing you."

San Lang clasped his waist tightly, let him move slowly on his body, and kissed his swollen eyes: "From now on, you have to remember that even if I get angry with you again, it won't last more than nine days."

"What?" Kissed with him messily: "Why?"

"No matter what you did wrong, if I neglected you for nine days and made you chase me for nine days, but on the tenth day, I will definitely forgive you, because I want to give you dignity, because I love you."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

Shen Lang whispered: "Shang Yuxian, because I love you."

Shang Yuxian's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but stop. Shen Lang held him up in response. Hearing his drunken lover whispering in his ear, Shen Lang laughed lowly, and the hand that had been supporting him suddenly lifted up. , Hit the lover's PP with a snap.

Snapped--

Shang Yuxian froze for a moment, his eyes widened in shock: "..."

It doesn't hurt, but it's too...

Shame.

"Hey."

At first I thought he was just slipping.

Snapped!

"?!! San Lang!!!"

Shang Yuxian was completely red.

"Huh? My empress, have you really realized and regretted it?" As soon as the words finished, Shen Lang's arm suddenly squeezed him up, and then let go, turning up and down, and grinding back and forth.

This almost killed him, Shang Yuxian's eyes were red, his whole body was on fire, and he begged him for mercy, "I can't do it...San Lang, let me go, San Lang," trembling all over, wanting to beat him, wanting to get rid of it His body escaped, but his wrists were restrained, and he had the illusion that he had been penetrated by the young man from the waist to the top of the head.

There was nowhere to put the hands bound by him, but they could only wrap their arms around his lover's neck, embracing him tightly in the darkness.

Can't hide, don't want to hide, can't struggle, and haven't struggled.

It was as if he had been bound by him for the rest of his life, and he was willing.

——No matter what you did wrong in the future, if you are willing to spend nine days expressing your regret to me and giving me your sincerity, I will spend ten days paying back all your dignity.

Because I love you.

And always love you.

So forgive, so forgiving, that's how they love each other.

……