On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Of course, it is impossible for Sheng Chuan to read such things. In fact, he is somewhat reserved in his bones, and he will not do such embarrassing things blatantly. Most of the time he is studying how to make money. He is a career man.

The premise is to ignore the fact that he left a cart of oranges on the side of the road.

Shen Yu slowly put his hands into his pockets, looked down at him, his body was thin, but cast a large shadow, "What are you looking at?"

Sheng Chuan was communicating with the advertising company about the design of the promotional image just now. When he saw Shen Yu approaching, he turned off the computer directly. This is not in line with his usual style. After all, if there is help from the other party, the road will be much easier. "It's nothing, help Let's talk about some business with the uncle in my hometown."

The eyebrow on Shen Yu's right raised, "What business?"

Sheng Chuan "legal business."

Depressed "..."

Before Shen Yu got sick, he had a tricky temper, and after getting sick, he might not be able to get any better. Seeing that Sheng Chuan was not telling the truth, he raised his hand to turn on the computer, but he held down his hand.

Sheng Chuan leaned on the sofa, looked up at him, and deliberately asked, "Why, do you want to give me money to do business?"

Hearing the words gloomyly, he couldn't help but recall that it was because of money that Sheng Chuan got close to him at the beginning, his eyes darkened, and he asked back with an unclear meaning, "Why, do you want it?"

Sheng Chuan "Then will you give it?"

Depressed "Do you think I will give it?"

Sheng Chuan "You will give it."

Depression will give it, he seems very determined.

After Sheng Chuan finished speaking, he grabbed Sullen's wrist, and pulled him into his arms. The moment the other party fell over, Sheng Chuan seemed to be able to see the beating, bloody flesh in his body through a layer of flesh and blood. a heart.

There are many scars on it, old man Shen left one, Shen Run also left one, and the deepest one was left by Sheng Chuan.

Sheng Chuan clasped Shen Yu's hand to prevent him from moving, and pressed against his ear from behind, whispering a word, "But I don't want it now."

He suddenly didn't want it anymore.

Shen Yu heard that his body paused, without turning back, his voice suddenly softened, and he narrowed his eyes, "Then what do you want?"

Sheng Chuan didn't speak, he fixedly looked at the gloomy side face, his fingertips slowly shuttled through his black hair, tracing his skeletal eyebrows inch by inch, "I'll tell you when you recover from illness."

He is sick, and more than one person has told Depression that, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he grasped the sedative medicine that had been in his pocket all the time, with such force that he almost crushed the pills, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes darkened for a moment. Shen.

Sheng Chuan observed his emotional changes silently, and when he found something wrong, he held his gloomy and slightly trembling shoulders. His breath was warm, and even in the cool season of late autumn, it was like a spring breeze, slowly calming down the gloomy restlessness, "You Do you know where I lived as a child?"

Shen Yu didn't speak, his face was pale, but the throbbing pain in his body was not as strong as before. He saw Sheng Chuan turn on the computer, exit the interface, switch to a map, and draw a red circle on the most remote and barren place "My home it's here."

Sheng Chuan didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to talk to him about his childhood, his voice was far away, like a lock opened the box of memory, "That place is very poor, it's windy and sandy all year round, and mosquitoes are everywhere in summer , It was unbearably cold in winter, if I went to school at that time, I had to get out of bed before dawn, and then walk two hours on the mountain road to school..."

Sheng Chuan has never talked about this with others, even he himself is unwilling to recall that memory, it is too bitter and tiring, he once regarded it as a quagmire, and desperately wanted to get out of it.

"Later, I ran away from home. When I first arrived in a big city, I didn't know anyone. I helped people unload goods at the factory. It cost 2,000 yuan a month, including food and housing. To be honest, I was very unwilling. Later... ..."

Poverty is the original sin of all.

When Sheng Chuan said this, he looked down at Shen Yu, but saw that the other party had been listening quietly, smiled, and then continued, "Then I met Shen Run, and then you..."

After he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, seeming to remember when he first saw Depression, his fingertips unconsciously drew a circle through his clothes, it was in the shape of a small sun, flamboyant and eye-catching.

Sheng Chuan said, "I used to be sick, but later I found out that it's useless to hide, and it's useless not to admit it. It's better to cure it as soon as possible, so as not to be unhappy for the rest of my life."

After he finished speaking, he hooked his gloomy little finger, pulled it lightly, and said seriously, "I won't lie to you anymore."

Shen Yu heard the words and squinted at him, his eyes were black and white, extremely aggressive, "If you say you won't lie, you won't lie, why should I trust you?"

Bad temper.

Sheng Chuan let out an oh, half-smile, "Do you believe it or not."

Shen Yu sneered, did not answer, got up and walked to the desk, intending to continue to deal with the unfinished business just now, but before he could sit down, he was suddenly pushed against the edge of the table from behind, his upper body lost his balance and threw himself on the table. He dropped it on the table, and even the documents fell down a few times.

Other than him in this room is Sheng Chuan, the culprit is not what he thinks.

Shen Yu was crushed at the waist, couldn't stand up straight, propped himself on the table angrily and said angrily in a low voice, "Sheng Chuan!"

No one answered him, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, and he untied the belt around his waist in two or three strokes, Shen Yu instantly understood what Sheng Chuan wanted to do, and struggled a bit, "This is the study!"

Sheng Chuan pulled out the hem of his pure black shirt, revealing a flexible and slender waist. The contrast between black and white is clear, and his voice is calm and serious. The premise is that

Ignoring the foxy smile in his eyes "Oh? That's fine, try it."

Shen Yu let out a morose snort, not knowing what he said, but it must have been a swear word, the kind that circled eighteen generations of ancestors.

The desk was cold, depressed and forced to lie down on it, feeling so uncomfortable, he scratched Sheng Chuan twice randomly, and when his temper came up, the heavenly king and I didn't want to care about it, "I don't!"

Sheng Chuan turned him over, put a warm palm on the back of his head, and deliberately asked, "You don't? You don't what?"

Shen Yu's eyes were red, his whole body was limp, unable to speak, Sheng Chuan's warm tongue slowly brushed over his eyebrows, eyes and lips, and ignited everywhere, but he was blocked by the pile of documents and couldn't move, trying to push away these obstructive things Things, looked at Sullen, and asked for his opinion, "Should I just throw it away?"

Sullen and reddened at the end of his eyes, like a fish out of water, only left to struggle helplessly. Hearing this, he managed to gather his wits and swept all the documents to the ground with a clatter. Scolding "You fucking, don't stay in the study if you have the ability."

Sheng Chuan sucked his thin lips hard, and then bit them intentionally, as if to punish his bad temper, untied his sullen tie, wrapped it around his white and slender neck, and said in a low voice, "I haven't tried it anyway. , try it once."

Of course, if it feels good, there will be a second and third time.

Sheng Chuan resorted to all means to toss him on purpose, his somber voice was hoarse from crying, he hugged Sheng Chuan's neck with trembling hands, tightened his fingertips, leaving red scratches on it, typical of himself having a hard time Don't make him feel better.

Sheng Chuan only felt a burning pain in the back of his neck, he gasped, and then laughed out, "If I do it with you once, I'll die for half my life, why don't you learn how good you were when you were in the hotel last time."

The cold desk was covered with heat, and he was lying on it gloomy and weak, his chest heaving and unsteady, his black hair was soaked in sweat, covering the expression in his eyes, he heard the words and sat up straight with his hands, lazily He raised his eyelids, looked at Sheng Chuan with a sneer, "Good? How can you be good?"

The pure black shirt was still loosely draped over him, Shen Yu raised his hand and grabbed Sheng Chuan's tie, forcing him to approach him, looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and bit his sleeve, then said with ignorant and deceptive eyes "Achuan..."

Sheng Chuan "..."

Oh shit.

Sheng Chuan was expressionless, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he pulled him into his arms with all his strength, and carried him directly to the sofa, but the gloomy scene was endless, biting his sleeve with a pitiful look, and stupidly called his name "A Chuan... "

Sheng Chuan seemed to have returned to that night in the hotel again, no matter how much he bullied the person under him, the other person would not struggle, he would only cry, his eyes were red, he was sobbing and panting, and then he called his name ignorantly and simply.

The ambition in my heart suddenly broke through the ground, and it overwhelmed everything in an instant.

Sheng Chuan's eyes were a little scarlet, as if he wanted to swallow people into his stomach, he couldn't hold on to his depression, his voice was broken and out of tune, he heard Sheng Chuan whispering his name in a trance.

"Ayu..."

again and again.

"Ayu..."

There seemed to be all kinds of lingering emotions hidden on the tip of the tongue, but I couldn't spit it out, so I had to pour all of them into these two words.

"Ayu..."

In the end, Sheng Chuan put all his weight on him, like a moment of brain fever, kissed the gloomy and white earlobe, and said indistinctly, "I like you no matter what you look..."

As soon as the words came out, not only was he depressed, but even Sheng Chuan himself was taken aback for a moment. He paused, his body froze and did not move. After a while, he lowered his eyes to look at Shen Yu, his chest heaving and falling "..."

Shen Yu was also looking at him, the gloom and ignorance faded from his face, he couldn't tell what his expression was, Sheng Chuan raised his hand, and gently held his face, he didn't move for a long time, he could see some inexplicable tension , even depression held his breath.

The sunlight outside the window poured into the room, illuminating the absurd mess just now. Documents were scattered all over the floor, clothes were also scattered everywhere, dust danced in the air, and finally fell gently, returning to silence.

Sheng Chuan put a superficial kiss on Shen Yu's lips, just sticking to each other without any other movements, tender to the bone, but seemed more intimate than what he did just now.

After a long while, Sheng Chuan moved, and he gently kissed the already rosy lips of Shen Yu, adding a moist and magnificent color. Broken Light, just like when they first met, as Sheng Chuan thought in his heart, the other party was like a sun, shining brightly and enthusiastically.

Sullen and depressed, he responded to Sheng Chuan's kiss with drooping eyes, his movements were small, with a little temptation, and a little defense, and the result was that he was hugged even tighter by the other party.

Sheng Chuan's voice was hoarse, adding an intoxicating feeling that made people blush and heartbeat "Ayu..."

Sullen and inexplicably nervous, he subconsciously bit his sleeve. , please keep in mind:,