Dressed as cannon fodder to marry into a wealthy family

In the evening, the four of them lived in the holiday manor of Sheng Xin's family.The Sheng family has a big business, and hotels are open all over the world, otherwise Sheng Xin would not know Shen Yuanting.

Sheng Xin asked them to play mahjong, and the loser punished himself with a glass of wine.

Yan Zhao's cards were extremely unlucky, he lost more than he won in this kind of game that had nothing to do with luck, but he just wanted to have fun when he played the game, he didn't feel anything when he lost, and it was a pleasure to light a cannon for Shen Yuanting.It's just that I was a little dizzy after drinking too much, and I switched from the automatic firing machine to the automatic numbering machine.

After another slap, Shen Yuanting was stunned. He pressed Yan Zhao's paw to grab the wine glass, helped him drink a glass, and said, "That's all for today."

Sheng Xin stretched his waist: "Okay, I know that someone is protecting his weaknesses, so let him go." He said this as if he had won a lot, but in fact his record was the third from the bottom and the second from the bottom.Moreover, Yan Zhao's luck at cards is bad, the sky is not good, Sheng Xin's skills at cards are bad, and his IQ does not allow it.

Ying Hongyu lowered his eyes, exposing his shortcomings: "By the way, I will let you live."

Sheng Xin tried to quibble: "...at least I drink well."

Shen Yuanting helped Yan Zhao back to the room. After Yan Zhao was drunk, he didn't cry or fuss, and talked like a normal person, but there was no logic in his words.

After swiping the room card, the door opened, and through the large transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the full moon in the night sky could be seen.

Yan Zhao pointed to the moon: "Sakura pudding, it's pretty."

Shen Yuanting pushed him into the bathroom: "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Yan Zhao consciously took out the toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste: "No, it's not good, it smells like dish soap, not as good as toothpaste."

Shen Yuanting pinched his chin and checked his mouth: "...have you eaten?"

Yan Zhao had toothpaste bubbles in his mouth: "I ate it when I was in elementary school. It tasted like grapes, like drinking soda. I sneaked a little every time I brushed my teeth. Later, my mother found out and gave me a beating, so I didn't eat it."

Shen Yuanting: "..."

Yan Zhao brushed his teeth in the mirror: "I wouldn't eat it if it tasted like mustard."

Shen Yuanting wanted to laugh a little, Yan Zhao's idol burden was heavy, and he would never reveal his black history when he was sober, and he didn't know how he would react when he woke up tomorrow morning and recalled this episode.

Supervising the drunk child to go to bed and cover the quilt, Yan Zhao said, "I'm not sleepy."

Shen Yuanting: "It's ten o'clock, if you sleep late, you will get edema."

Yan Zhao shrinks into the quilt vigilantly: "Then I'm going to sleep, turn off the light for me."

Shen Yuanting returned to his room, and it was no surprise that Sheng Xin was waiting for him inside.

Shen Yuanting asked: "Where is Ying Hongyu?"

Sheng Xin picked up the potato chips with his chopsticks: "Go to bed too, he has a healthy schedule."

Shen Yuanting and Sheng Xin have known each other for more than 20 years. They are good friends who grew up wearing a pair of trousers. He can see clearly what the other party is up to at a glance.

Shen Yuanting said: "After observing for a day, what did you observe?"

Sheng Xin choked: "W-what observation?"

Shen Yuanting looked at him with a half-smile, not hiding the playfulness in his eyes.

Sheng Xin knew that his insight was astonishing. When he was a child, there was a caring animal corner in his class. He accidentally let Shen Yuanting's rabbit go, and immediately bought an identical one, but Shen Yuanting asked him after a long time. He lost his rabbit because "the distribution of blood vessels on this rabbit's ears is different from the original one." At that time, the primary school student Sheng thought that his hair would definitely join the CIA when he grew up.Although Shen Yuanting did not become a police detective, his nonsensical observation skills grew up with him, and he was able to ruthlessly expose what was going on in Sheng Xin's mind every time.

Sheng Xin scratched the back of his head: "I was looking at Yan Zhao...but uh..." I didn't see anything. Can you say something like this casually?

Shen Yuanting chuckled lightly: "He is different from before."

Sheng Xin crossed her legs: "He's an actor, what if he's just pretending?"

Shen Yuanting: "Last time you said that his acting skills were bad."

Sheng Xin: "... Well, it's because I don't know gold and jade. But old Shen, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. He and Tang Jingyan have plotted against you for so long, and suddenly changed their minds and surrendered to you. I still feel that He can't be trusted."

Shen Yuanting smiled and said: "According to what you said, everything he does is for profit, so as long as I give him more than Tang Jingyan gives him, the situation you are worried about will not happen."

Sheng Xin said anxiously: "I'm not referring to this!"

Shen Yuanting: "You have made so many girlfriends, and not all of them really like you—ah, no, it should be that no one really likes you at all."

Sheng Xin: "..." Shen Yuanting is a big piece of trash.

Sheng Xin tried to reason with him: "Can my situation be the same as yours? I was talking for fun. If he divorces you, even if you have a team of lawyers, it will still bother you the same." Burnt out."

Shen Yuanting said: "Unless I die, we will not divorce."

Sheng Xin really wanted to shake him to see if the water in his head could be heard, but before he had time to carry out this death-defying move, he saw the expression on Shen Yuanting's face clearly.

The man's light-colored irises are like the snowy light on the blade, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, but that smile has no warmth at all, and everything shows that what he said just now has nothing to do with jokes or self-deprecation, but is sincere ——This sincerely means that if Yan Zhao wants to divorce, there are only two ways. One is to wait for Shen Yuanting to die in a hundred years, and the other is to kill her husband with a knife to prove the Tao, but Sheng Xin thinks that if it is really the second way Given the situation, it is estimated that Yan Zhao's chances of being counter-killed are much greater...

Sheng Xin broke into a cold sweat behind his back, and he didn't dare to talk about relationship issues with him: "Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about, you are fine! I get it, I don't care about you, okay, you can just weigh it yourself."

After sending Sheng Xin away, Shen Yuanting went to take a shower, opened the bathroom door, and the water vapor wafted out.

On the carpet at the door, there is a small piece of paper with children's stick figures drawn on it.

Shen Yuanting picked it up and took a look: pure male star □□ service, price negotiable, phone xxxxxx...

Shen Yuanting: "..." Here it comes again.

Shen Yuanting opened the door, and the big star was squatting at the door of the room, playing with Snake.

Yan Zhao turned his head, looked up at him from bottom to top, and complained, "I've been waiting for you for 10 minutes!"

Shen Yuanting inexplicably felt that he was like a cat locked in front of the house by its owner, meowing very aggrieved: "Can't sleep?"

Yan Zhao propped up his knees and stood up, swaggering into the room: "I remember something!"

Shen Yuanting: "What?"

Yan Zhao: "I haven't split your fork yet!"

Shen Yuanting: "..." Do you really want to chop?

Some people talk about the splits, but their bodies go straight into other people's quilts.

Shen Yuanting went to catch Yan Zhao through the quilt: "Where's your fork?"

Yan Zhao: "I'm done."

Shen Yuanting: "Where is it?"

Yan Zhao: "Dream."

Shen Yuanting: "..."

Never try to reason with a drunk man.

Shen Yuanting patted his face lightly: "Go back to your own room and sleep."

Yan Zhao's eyes sparkled: "Are you unable to sleep, shall I tell you a story?"

Shen Yuanting: "...you are the one who can't sleep."

Yan Zhao turned over, turned sideways to him, and closed his eyelashes: "I saw that you stayed up in the middle of the night several times."

Shen Yuanting asked casually: "How did you see it?"

Yan Zhao reported truthfully: "The window of the study can be seen from the small balcony." Sometimes he was thirsty in the middle of the night, and when he drank water, he saw that the light in the study was always on.

Shen Yuanting: "Why don't you come and ask me?"

Yan Zhao lowered his eyes: "I asked once, but you sent me away."

Shen Yuanting remembered that there was such a time when Yan Zhao knocked on the door of his study room and woke up Wang Zai.

Shen Yuanting said helplessly: "Then what story do you want to tell me?"

Yan Zhao patted his side, beckoning him to lie down, and told a story: "A little rabbit is going to sleep..."

This is Sam McBraney's picture book "Guess How Much I Love You", which tells the story of who loves each other more than the big rabbit and the little rabbit.

Shen Yuanting read this picture book a long time ago, and couldn't remember whether they were compared to the length of the ear or the length of the arm, but he still remembered the last two sentences.

Yan Zhao spoke slowly, and did not put Shen Yuanting to sleep, but fell asleep first: "The little rabbit said: 'I love you until the moon'..."

His voice became lower and lower, mixed with nasal sounds, as thin as a whisper, like a little hare, digging a hole in the tip of Shen Yuanting's heart, and triumphantly burrowed in, making it a nest.

Shen Yuanting hugged him, Yan Zhao noticed it, but he was so sleepy that he didn't think about anything, just followed the inertia and continued in an inaudible volume: "The big rabbit said..." At this point, his voice has completely disappeared All that was left was the sound of steady breathing.

Shen Yuanting added in a hoarse voice: "I love you to the moon, and then back from the moon."

Yan Zhao closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooped obediently, long and curly.On his cheeks, the blush from drunkenness had not dissipated, making his complexion pale and almost transparent.At this distance, Shen Yuanting could even see the lines on his lips clearly.

Shen Yuanting stretched out his hand and pressed it on his lower lip. The lip under the fingertips was as soft as a flower petal. After being rubbed, the color became more colorful.

Shen Yuanting looked at him indifferently, the young man's sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.

His hand slid across Yan Zhao's chin and stopped on Yan Zhao's neck, and he could feel the beating of the other's heart.

Shen Yuanting leaned over, covered his neck with his lips, touched the fragile skin with his fangs, grabbed it lightly, stuck out his tongue to lick it, like a lion grabbing its prey.

The next day, Yan Zhao woke up with a splitting headache.He clutched his forehead, dazed for a long time before he remembered that yesterday he was drunk again and ran into Shen Yuanting's room like an idiot to force others to listen to him tell childish stories. The machine went back and strangled himself last night.

The bed on Shen Yuanting's side was empty, Yan Zhao touched it, and there was still Wen Wen, Shen Yuanting should have just woken up not long ago.

He mechanically got out of bed to wash his face like a robot, but when he was washing his face, he suddenly paused, turned his face to the side, and looked at his neck in the mirror.

On that fair skin, there was a small red dot.