The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Ning Zhi was like teasing a cat, while observing Zhuang Yijun's facial expression, he pecked back and forth on Zhuang Yijun's lips.

After pecking for about 1 minute, Zhuang Yijun's forbearing face began to twist, as if he had reached the limit, he retracted the finger hooked on Zhuang Yijun's chin just now, smacked his lips, and said, "Go back and rest first."

Zhuang Yijun looked at the young man's bright red thin lips, and a dark color appeared in his eyes.

He looked away with difficulty, lowered his head, gasped for breath, clenched his palms hanging on both sides, and left the studio silently.

Zhuang Yijun is 27 this year. For the first 27 years, he lived like a monk who had no desires and desires. He only devoted himself to his studies and work. Finally, he was moved and was about to do it. The person he was attracted to suffered from a psychological disorder!

For several nights, he couldn't sleep, staring at his wife lying on the bed and sighing.

Can you not sigh?

The daughter-in-law with the red book is right in front of her eyes, but she can only look at it but not eat it.No matter how turbulent his heart was, in the end he could only grit his teeth and resist the impulse to be with the cold water.

The rare breakthrough tonight was an opportunity.

An opportunity to unleash the beast he suppressed in his heart.

He came out of the bathroom in a cold body, lying on the floor, staring at a book in his right hand, but his mind flew to the young man in the studio.

The night was getting worse, and the young man had not returned yet.

He put down the book, got up, took a coat and put it on, and came to the door of the studio.

He twisted the doorknob, and the door was locked from the inside. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and went back to the room.This time he didn't pick up the book on the pillow, but tidied it up, lay on his side on the soft quilt, rolled over a few times, and ran out again.

One night, he tossed and turned, walked to the door of the studio several times, and raised his hand to knock on the door, but he was afraid that he would disturb the people who were painting inside, so he had to return angrily.

When it was daylight, some servants got up to prepare breakfast.

Zhuang Yijun, who hadn't slept all night, walked into the bathroom and looked at the person in the mirror with dark circles under his eyes and a dissatisfied face. He couldn't help frowning, turned on the faucet, and splashed a handful of cold water on his face.

After washing up, he stood at the door of the room and hesitated for a moment, and finally went directly to the company without disturbing the people in the studio.

Ning Zhi slept on the sofa in the studio until dawn.

What woke him up was a knock on the door. He opened the door sleepily. The servant said that the husband had called and asked him not to go to the gallery today and rest at home.

Ning Zhi yawned, sent the servant away, went back to the room to wash up, went downstairs for dinner, and went to the gallery with the car keys.

After teasing Zhuang Yijun last night, he spent two hours polishing up his first painting. Given Zhuang Yijun's state of wanting to devour him, he didn't go back to his room and just finished it in the studio. one night.

As soon as Ning Zhi left the house, the servant called Zhuang Yijun.

Zhuang Yijun was in a meeting and didn't receive a call. When he finished the meeting, Secretary Zhou came over and asked him what time to book the plane ticket.He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There was a missed call. After calling back, he realized that Ning Zhi had gone to the gallery.

There is an accident in the company's ongoing project, and he needs to go there in person, which will take about a week.Because it was a temporary business trip, he didn't tell Wen Jin in advance.

He rubbed his forehead tiredly, asked his secretary to book the latest flight ticket for the day, then packed the documents, put them in the briefcase, left the office with the bag in one hand and the coat in the other, and drove to the gallery.

Ning Zhi is catching up on sleep in the lounge of the gallery.

He slept on his side, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt his side sink, and the drowsy pajamas were instantly dispelled. He woke up immediately, and when he opened his eyes, he met Zhuang Yijun's dark eyes.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke. The lounge was silent, and only the breathing of the two could be heard.

The air was filled with a faint smell of mint, and the cool smell lingered faintly along with the breathing, wrapped around the tip of the nose, and penetrated into Zhuang Yijun's heart one by one, calming his irritable heart for the time being.

He stabilized his mind and observed the other person's expression. Seeing that there was no change in his face, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then stretched out his hand calmly, wanting to embrace him in his arms, "I will sleep with you for a while."

"..." Ning Zhi reached out his hand to cover his hand, looked at the dark spots on his eyelids, and said, "You don't have to go to work today?"

Zhuang Yijun didn't force it either, he withdrew his hand and sniffed the mint smell in his nose, unconsciously, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Holding on to the overwhelming drowsiness, he explained: "There is a temporary problem with a single project that the company is working on, and I need to solve it myself."

"Business trip." Ning Zhi blinked at the tired-looking man, and said, "Go for a few days."

"Two or three days." Zhuang Yijun yawned, his sanity gradually becoming blurred, he wanted to spend more time with his wife, but he was too sleepy, and there was someone he had missed for a long time lying beside him, so his tense nerves relaxed , Actually fell asleep while talking.

Zhuang Yijun was sound asleep, but Ning Zhi couldn't fall asleep.

He stared at the man who made a slight snoring sound, thought for a moment, got up and dressed, took the drawing board from the studio, sat cross-legged on the sofa opposite the bed, and sketched on the paper with a pen.

Zhuang Yijun was woken up by the phone call.

He hung up the phone, but there was no sign of Wen Jin in the lounge. He thought someone should be in the studio next door.

Looking up at the sky, it was getting late, so he went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.When he walked out of the lounge, he looked at the studio next door reluctantly. The relationship between him and Wen Jin seemed to have broken through. He should have seized the opportunity to go further, and he didn't want to go on a business trip temporarily, and he would go away for several days.

He was very reluctant to part with him, and wished he could just take him away with him in his pocket, but he didn't even dare to go in to say goodbye, because he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave once he entered, so he left the gallery in a hurry with his briefcase.

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Zhuang Yijun arrived out of town at around nine o'clock in the evening. He didn't even drink his saliva when he got off the plane. He directly contacted the person in charge of the project and made an appointment to meet him. After learning about the situation, he dragged his tired body back to the hotel.

Before going to bed, he called Wen Jin, and the phone reminded him to turn off the phone. He called home and found out that Wen Jin was in the studio, so he didn't bother him. Instead, he opened his briefcase and wanted to see the project again. , I don't want to take out a file folder, just opened, a painting slipped out of the file.He picked it up and took a look, and the person in the painting turned out to be him sleeping in Wen Jin's lounge.

Compared with the two perfunctory paintings last time, this painting is obviously more attentive.

He rubbed the person in the painting with his fingertips, imagining how serious the young man was when he was sleeping on the sofa in the afternoon when he was seriously portraying him. His heart warmed up, and he lay on the bed with the painting, and stuck the painting to his heart. With the corners of her lips raised, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhuang Yijun left for three days.

Except for calling home on the first night, he was so busy for the next two days that he didn't even have time to eat. Usually it was late at night when he finished his work. At this point, Wen Jin had already rested, and he didn't Good to bother each other.

Three days later, the matter was completely resolved, and he couldn't wait to buy the latest flight ticket to rush back.

When he got off the plane, it was still early, so he took a taxi directly to the gallery, and rushed into the studio with longing and excitement, but the scene he entered was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, cooling his heart.

But in the brightly lit studio, his lover was sitting in front of the easel, sketching the boy not far away with a pen.

The young man was as delicate as a porcelain doll, wearing a loose white shirt, which was loosely worn on his body, revealing his slender neck and delicate collarbone. He sat casually on a high stool with his bare legs crossed. It will feel funny, but it will have a sense of youthful taboo.

The sound of the door opening disturbed Ning Zhi, he raised his head, with a trace of anger in his eyes, "Didn't you say that you don't come when I'm painting—" His voice stopped when he saw the face of the person coming.

He frowned and said displeasedly, "Go to the lounge and wait for me."

Zhuang Yijun didn't move, his sharp eyes fell on the boy, and he said in a deep voice, "Who is he?"

The young man flinched, stared at Zhuang Yijun's eyes that wanted to kill him, and looked at Ning Zhi for help, "Senior..."

Ning Zhi lost interest in drawing in an instant, he dropped the pen in his hand, and nodded slightly to the young man, "Go to my lounge to change first, and I will send you the fee by WeChat." After finishing speaking, he walked to In front of Zhuang Yijun, "Who are you showing your face to?"

Zhuang Yijun kept his gaze fixed, staring at the young man leaving the studio, then closed the door with his backhand, wrapped his arms around Ning Zhi's waist, held him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Is he wearing your shirt?"

"..." Ning Zhi sneered, stretched out his hand to pick up the opponent's chin, looked around, and said lightly, "It's so sour."

"I just drank a pot of vinegar." Zhuang Yijun's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to press the back of Ning Zhi's head. Their foreheads were pressed against each other, and their breaths were intertwined. Lips touch.

Mr. Zhuang Yi is handsome and has an extraordinary background. There are many people who wanted to take him down before marriage, but they all failed, and gradually rumors spread about his coldness.

He once doubted it himself, after all, he had no such impulse since he was a child, until he developed a good impression of Ning Zhi, which aroused his never-before-seen desire.

He hooked Ning Zhi's tongue and entangled with it.

The breath is tangled, and the inner thirst is awakened, desperately wanting more.

His reason was defeated, he changed his position, pressed Ningzhi against the door panel, supported the door panel with one hand, and pulled the tie with the other hand, but in the next moment, the tie was suddenly grabbed by someone, he paused, and the person in his arms suddenly slipped His back, gave him a hard push.

He was unsteady and almost hit the door panel.

He stared at the heavy door in front of him in astonishment, and turned his head after a while, "You..."

"Hush!" Ning Zhi pulled down his tie, grabbed his hands, tied them around his wrists, and said, "I'm so weak, you must be reluctant to let me hurt, right?"