Wild man picked up

Wen Yuan originally wanted to drag him away twice, but thought that he just took a shower and let it go, and slept contentedly until the sunset in the afternoon, and when he woke up, Rong Baichuan was still sound asleep.

The man's eye sockets are deeper than many orientals, but the feeling of mixed blood on the face is not strong, not only handsome, but also attractive.

In fact, Wen Yuan doesn't have any special understanding of the word 'handsome'. He doesn't look at people by their faces, but by their feelings.If a person feels very comfortable to him, he is willing to get along with him even if his face is not so good-looking.

He went to touch Rong Baichuan's chin again, the man's chin was smooth, and he couldn't help but want to kiss him.

"Soldier?"

The other party didn't sleep last night, and now he was sleeping very deeply, Wen Yuan yelled a few words in his voice, and stretched out his hand to grab his chest twice, he was definitely a strong soldier.

He closed his eyes, feeling a little beautiful in his heart.

Lazily grabbing the phone, I suddenly found that Grandpa Wen had called several times.Yesterday they released old master Wen's pigeons, but it was very strange that the other party didn't come to Xingshi to question him until this afternoon.

Just as he was thinking, the muted phone turned on again, and the caller ID was the old man. He put the phone to his ear, and immediately heard Grandpa Wen's angry voice: "Where did you go?!"

He ignored his wish yesterday, thinking that he would call to plead guilty, but he waited all night and morning last night, suppressed his temper and went to his company, but he didn't find anyone, so he exploded immediately.

Wen Yuan is getting more and more outrageous now!

Wen Yuan took the phone a little farther away, plucked his ears, and let him growl before taking it closer again, and said, "You're having sex with my husband, what are you doing?"

"Where did you get your husband?! What do you want to do? What did you say to Dong Zhengsi?!"

"My husband is Rong Baichuan." Wen Yuan said, "We have obtained the certificate, so don't worry about it at your age, I'm fine."

"Hello..." Old Mr. Wen almost fainted out of breath: "Your parents handed you over to me, so I have to make decisions for you! Who is that person you are looking for? What can he give you? I see You didn’t even see him, so you took him to get the certificate?!”

"I can decide my own affairs." Wen Yuan lowered his voice solemnly and said, "Okay, my husband is exhausted and is still asleep, so I won't tell you."

Regardless of the other party's objection, he hung up the phone directly, rolled over into Rong Baichuan's arms, put his arm on his waist, Rong Baichuan woke up with his eyes narrowed, and his voice was hoarse: "Your grandfather?"

"It has nothing to do with you, sleep." Wen Yuan patted his head.

In the evening Wen Yuan dragged him out for a walk, gave him his green hat, and went to the store to buy a new red hat, the red color made his face look very white, as if carved from jade, let Baichuan see It's a little dazed.

There was a bit of snow falling in the sky, but this did not affect the excitement of the resort at night in the slightest. The two of them had a casual meal at the barbecue stand on the shore, and then went to the campfire to chat with a group of unknown people. Dancing together, Rong Baichuan was pulled over by him, twisted his hips and saw his white face glowing orange under the firelight, and realized that he was really happy today.

Wen Yuan grabbed the newly bought scarf around his neck and pulled him closer to him, saying: "I'll give you another chance, will you go tomorrow to get the certificate?"

"go."

The smile on Wen Yuan's face deepened, and he held his hand and spun around like a dizzy child, and jumped on him unexpectedly to kiss him, Rong Baichuan held his thigh, his lips sizzled when he sucked him, Wen Yuan praised him Looking at his face, he said solemnly: "It's only three things, if there is any more trouble, we will break up."

Rong Baichuan replied: "Stop making trouble."

The young man was full of energy, making noise outside until midnight, and rolled on the bed for another two hours before falling asleep peacefully.

At noon the next day, Wen Yuan dragged Rong Baichuan into the marriage registration office, took photos and got the certificate. Wen Yuan was beaming when he entered, but he was in a trance when he went out, and the steps in front of the door were almost empty.

Rong Baichuan hugged him in time, and frowned: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No, I'm very happy." Wen Yuan sat in the back seat of the car with his ID card in hand, looked at the photo of the two people silently with his head down, Rong Baichuan also stood outside the car to look at his ID card, and pretended to sit in the driver's seat , from the rearview mirror, he saw Wen Yuan lying down behind.

"Go home?"

"Go to Tomorrow Manor."

Tomorrow Manor was a very good villa area 20 years ago. Now that various hot spring villas and garden villas have sprung up, it is no longer on the table. However, because many of the residents here are elderly people, the property is still good. .

Wen Yuan brushed his face at the guard, then retreated to the back seat.

The two stopped next to a small three-story villa, Wen Yuan took out the key and opened the door: "This house was left to me by my parents, and it is one of the properties under my name."

Rong Baichuan followed him in. The interior of the house was a bit old, but it was very clean. It seemed that someone cleaned it often.

In fact, Wen Yuan hasn't come back to live in it for many years. During the years of receiving psychological treatment, he forgot many things, including this house.Later, I came back after I decided to give up music. The house was too big, and it was scary to live alone, so I almost never came back except for regular cleaning.

Wen Yuan often thinks that when everything stabilizes, he will give himself a home. Before every blind date, he has fantasies, but he has never met a suitable one.

Wen Yuan took him upstairs and walked into a study room. Perhaps because no one lived there for a long time, the room was very cold and the light seemed a bit gloomy. Rong Baichuan saw a group photo of a family of three on the desk. Wen Yuan's childishness is still intact, his eyes are clean, and the dimples on his cheeks are sweet, like a carefree little prince.

Wen Yuan opened a safe, took out a stack of real estate certificates, sat on the sofa beside him, and showed him: "These are all my houses. There are three houses in the United States, one in Italy, and more in China. I bought a lot of houses in the school district, and it would be easier to arrange for my children to go to school in the future, and I also bought the highest-grade endowment insurance..." He glanced at Rong Baichuan, thought for a while, and said: "I will arrange for you in a few days superior."

He chattered about the introduction again, and put the certificates in Rong Baichuan's hands one by one, with a calm and serious tone, as if he was explaining official business.

After the inventory was finished, Wen Yuan clapped his hands: "Okay, that's all, I have all my net worth."

In fact, not all of them, he still has a few restaurants he opened in partnership with his friends, but Wen Yuan didn't want to tell Rong Baichuan all of them, he had to leave enough room for himself.

In addition to the residences, there are also some storefronts in these houses, which are not small, and the sum of all the properties is not a small amount. I'm sorry for you."

He stood up, his waist suddenly tightened, the man hugged him, and said in a deep voice: "You said you want to get the certificate, why are you so depressed after getting it?"

"No way." Wen Yuan denied it, but he turned around and was forced to look at each other.

Wen Yuan is really unhappy, this is different from what he imagined before, he always felt that he is different from others, he will meet someone who likes him and he also likes, they will get married because of love, and live happily ever after The rest of my life is like a fairy tale.

But the more I grow up, the more I realize that I am no different from everyone else. They are bowing their heads to life, and their waists are also bending down a little bit.

Wen Yuan pursed her lips and kissed him: "Of course I'm happy, I have a family and you now, how can you tell that I'm not happy?"

Rong Baichuan stared at him silently, his eyes were like a deep pool, Wen Yuan looked straight at him calmly, after a while, he said: "I know what you are upset about."

Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, he had already let go and walked out, Wen Yuan followed up, grabbed his cuff at the door, and said, "Why are you going?"

"Do you want to move back in?"

"No, I like small houses, and the one I live in now is fine."

"Can I go to another room?"

Wen Yuan nodded, dragged him to see his room, Wen Yuan introduced them one by one, and then they went up to the third floor, Rong Baichuan saw a big thing next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Wen Yuan's face changed when he saw it. With a genuine smile on his face, he stepped on a few dance steps, walked over gracefully and smoothly, and stretched out his hand to lift off the dust-proof cloth. The simple black and white keys were as clean as new. It was a very beautiful crystal piano. Satisfied: "Henderman's crystal piano, a gift from my dad when I was 15 years old, he bought it for 300 million dollars!"

He raised his chin, and his beautiful eyes shimmered, showing off the supreme love of his parents.As if to say, look at how much you have taken advantage of, I am very valuable!

Rong Baichuan said: "Can you play a song for me?"

Wen Yuan just waited for his words, and he sat down reservedly, already unable to hold back the itching of his hands.

The music leaked from his fingertips, Rong Baichuan sat down after him, and said: "That song "Summer" is very nice, I am familiar with it, maybe it is your fan."

Wen Yuan bent his lips: "How can you, a stupid soldier, have time to listen to these things?"

Having said that, his fingers did not stop, Rong Baichuan suddenly covered his fingers, and easily kept up with his rhythm, Wen Yuan subconsciously looked at him, and deliberately moved his finger to the wrong position, but was caught by him. His strong hand carried it over.

He knows how to play this piece, every melody.

Wen Yuan's hand was still held by him, but his eyes were fixed on his side face solemnly.

Rong Baichuan was very focused.This piece of music is so familiar, he seems to have listened to it thousands of times, and he has seen several stages, not just in Amsterdam, but also in Vienna, Boston... all sitting on it is the person who is completely immersed in the music Young people, and even opera houses, Wen Yuan has played in more than one place, and he has not seen it in just one place.

There is also a gray room with simple decoration. He has been awakened by this song, and he has also been lulled to sleep by this song, no, not just this song.

His finger moved suddenly, music completely different from "Summer" flowed out gently, Wen Yuan's face became more and more solemn, his finger was completely being led away by Rong Baichuan, Rong Baichuan's thoughts were jumping, Another piece of music is seamlessly connected, pouring into the clean and tidy room, all composed by Wen Yuan.

With a sound of "铛", Wen Yuan suddenly withdrew his hand, Rong Baichuan looked sideways at him, and the other party frowned: "Did you remember something?"

Rong Baichuan shook his head reflexively: "No."

"How can you play my piece so smoothly?"

"Maybe...it's really your fan."

"I've never seen you!"

If the other party has heard his concert, he will definitely have an impression, that's not true... He has face blindness, people who have only seen it a few times may not remember it, and there are too many audiences, he can't be everyone Remember, I vaguely remember that there is a distinguished person who sits in the box on the second floor to listen to it every time, and even tries to play it himself, but they have never met.

Wen Yuan didn't even remember his name.

He stood up suddenly, and Rong Baichuan who was sitting on the other side of the bench almost fell, he stood firm and held Wen Yuan: "I'm sure I'm a soldier, but I'm not a big soldier, I'm on a special mission , Maybe it's... an undercover agent or something? Maybe I want to play a pianist, so in order to confuse the real ones, I must learn a few pieces, right?"

Rong Baichuan was serious, Wen Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, he didn't know if those who carried out secret missions were like this, but TV dramas seemed to be like this, and he couldn't find the loopholes in his words for a while, Wen Yuan stretched out his hands and shook Picking up the dustproof cloth, he snorted, "It's best not to let me find out that you lied to me."

Rong Baichuan subconsciously wiped the fine cold sweat from his forehead.

Just at that moment, he saw in his memory that a person 'resembling' Wen Yuan poured a cup of coffee on his face.

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