He walks the career path in Shurachang

The hazy moonlight was ups and downs in the dark room, Wen Ruiyun pushed Shang Heng against the corner of the wall, the side faces of the two of them looking at each other were half-bright and half-ambiguous under the ambiguous moonlight.

The aroma of white sandalwood was diluted by the shower, and now it turned into a very faint fragrance, tightly surrounding Shang Heng.

This is the breath that belongs to Wen Ruiyun. He is usually quiet and dormant, but now, as the master no longer suppresses his desire, he is ready to move as if he has lifted the restraint. With a strong aggressive allure, he looks for the prey's flaws everywhere. .

The corners of Wen Ruiyun's eyes were full of smiles, and when he looked closely, it seemed that he wanted to refuse and welcome.

The tip of his nose lightly rubbed against Shang Heng's, and he held his face in his palm, stroking his neck and cheek back and forth with his hot palm.

"I want to kiss here... is that okay?" Wen Ruiyun stubbornly asked for his opinion repeatedly, with a soft voice, not as tough as the previous two times.

Shang Heng's lips moved, he didn't nod his head, and he didn't show a repulsive look, but hesitantly frowned.

If the other party came to be tough, he would have plenty of ways to deal with him, but when Wen Ruiyun asked for a kiss carefully, preciously, Shang Heng fell into a helpless situation.

Wen Ruiyun kept testing his bottom line, and with the most subtle movements and the softest voice, he added troops to the anxious front line little by little, and took the defense line softly and firmly.

With his thumb lightly rubbing the corner of Wen Ruiyun's mouth, Shang Heng stared at him with heavy eyes, and his ears were filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

He had never seen a man who could perfectly interpret a gentleman and temptation on the same face.

A strange restlessness awakened in his body, rushing through the blood and cells, he hadn't experienced such an impulsive feeling for a long time.

Wen Ruiyun, who used to stand in front of the French windows on the top floor of the Twin Towers and looked down at him with an aggressive aura, lowered his proud head in front of him, submissively accommodated him, tried every means to lure him, and forcibly broke into his world.

Strength is not scary, nor is temptation. What is terrible is that strength is wrapped with respect, and temptation is stripped of sincerity.

Rao is a god with a heart like a rock, and he has to think about it.

Wen Ruiyun clung to him tightly, hot breath on the corner of his lips: "Shang Heng... Mr. Shang...Mr. Shang..."

The call is as light as a whisper, deep and hoarse, each syllable is scratching in my heart like a cat's claw.

When he heard the third address, Shang Heng was in charge of Zhizhi's strings, and finally Wen Ruiyun tirelessly fiddled with it to break it!

He let go of the hand that was holding the man's chin.

Wen Ruiyun's eyes changed slightly, and his heart sank, but he still refused to hug him wholeheartedly, even if it was futile to embrace the wind that he couldn't catch.

When he almost thought that he was about to be rejected again, that hand grabbed the back of his neck forcefully!

Shang Heng wrapped his arms around the man's waist, and pressed himself against him without any explanation.

The world froze in time and space for a moment, and then was completely swallowed by the vortex.

Shang Heng's eyes were dark and his breathing was constricted.

The completely chaotic atmosphere intertwined in the narrow and dark corner, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.

Shang Heng's kissing skills are not good, nor is it like Wen Ruiyun's natural intelligence and demeanor. His kiss is a fight between lips and teeth, a plunder with animal nature.

No lingering, no petty fawning.There is only conquering and being conquered until one side surrenders, or both die.

The heavy breathing and the sound of water exchanging saliva are particularly intriguing in the quiet night.

Shang Heng's fingers inserted between the man's hair, the root of the hair was still wet with moisture, the coolness could not relieve the burning of the palm at all.

"Shang Heng..."

Wen Ruiyun was forced to look up, and let out a mouthful of burning breath from his dry throat, which was blocked back by Shang Heng.

The two leaned against the corner of the wall and kissed wildly, and the entwined shadows were cast on the wall by the moonlight, like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing necks.

Wen Ruiyun tightly locked the man in his arms with both arms, and climbed onto Shang Heng's neck with one hand, his chest pressed tightly against each other, his pores dilated, and he silently clamored for more, wishing to take root on the other party.

Everywhere the palm passed seemed to be on fire, Wen Ruiyun's scalp and back were numb from the heat, and he couldn't see anything in the dark, so he could only close his eyes deeply, and called Shang Heng's name hoarsely.

The two hugged each other tightly, their tense bodies were like a longbow fully drawn, the nerve endings reveled between the wet lips and teeth, and the numbness like electric shock gradually spread to the spine.

They staggered unsteadily, bumped the corner of the cabinet and the desk lamp, and finally they didn't know who tripped who, and both fell into the soft leather sofa.

Shang Heng leaned on him, keeping his arms slightly apart.

In the bewildered light, Wen Ruiyun fell on the sofa, his eyelashes lifted slightly, and a ray of light was caught in the corner of his eyes, panting and looking at him, his chest was violently heaving, and the white shirt on his body was completely messed up and fell on his shoulders .

He caressed his bitten lip with his finger, a drop of blood leaked out, making his lips more red.

He hissed, and his chest vibrated with a deep smile: "President Shang is too ruthless, oh no, it's the mouth."

Shang Heng stretched out his hand to grab his collar, for some reason, suddenly remembered the man wearing his tie meticulously during the day, his eyes were deep, he raised his chin sideways, and showed him the messy hickey on his neck.

"Mr. Wen is the real beast in clothes. Look at what you have done."

Wen Ruiyun stared down at him little by little, and raised his eyebrows: "So energetic, it seems that Mr. Shang likes me to do good things."

Shang Heng laughed lowly, and did not deny it. When the other party clung to his shoulder again, he squeezed his hand bones, and pouted at the clock on the bedside table: "Mr. Wen, it's almost two o'clock in the morning."

Wen Ruiyun's voice was dark, and his fingertips brushed his cheek: "I don't have to go to the company."

Shang Heng pursed his lips: "But I'm going, you have a group of executives under your command, but I don't."

Wen Ruiyun looked at him deeply for a moment, grabbed his wrist, got up from the sofa, and gently pushed him: "Go to the bathroom..."

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The sound of water soon sounded in the bathroom, and the faint sound was filtered by the sound of dripping water and reflected on the warm white tiles.

The large mirror was covered with a thin layer of water mist, and two figures were reflected indistinctly.

The warm water flows over the skin, washing away all traces of ambiguity...

After a long time, the sound of water gradually stopped.

Shang Heng and Wen Ruiyun walked out of the bathroom in their pajamas one after the other, Shang Heng yawned lazily, kicked off the slippers, completely forgot what he had said that he was going to sleep on the sofa, and quickly got under the covers.

Suddenly a dry towel flew from the sky, covering the head that was about to fall, the edge of the bed was slightly sunken, Wen Ruiyun sat on the head of the bed, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and rubbed Shang Heng's forehead through the towel.

"Get up, your hair isn't dry yet."

Shang Heng closed his eyes, responded through his nose, and asked, "What about you?"

"I blew it."

After a while, Shang Heng pushed aside the towel, pulled the hem of Wen Ruiyun's shirt, and moved out half of the bed: "Go to sleep."

Wen Ruiyun lowered his head and smiled, climbed onto the bed, and lay comfortably beside Shang Heng, within reach of one hand.

In front of him was the darkness of the night, Shang Heng was extremely sleepy just now, but at the moment he lost sleepiness for no reason, he turned his head and looked at Wen Ruiyun beside him.

The moonlight passed through the gap in the curtains and hit Wen Ruiyun's face obliquely, dimly illuminating the tall nose bridge and the well-defined chin. Shang Heng looked at him intently, and suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Aren't you sleepy? Still not asleep?" Wen Ruiyun's deep voice sounded from the quiet bedroom.

He didn't open his eyes, and put his hands on his lower abdomen, maintaining a solemn and decent sleeping position like a priest.

Shang Heng raised the corner of his mouth: "I laugh at you to be dead serious, laugh at you and shine."

Wen Ruiyun turned his face to look at him, as if realizing something, then moved towards him, the moonlight was suddenly misplaced, and the two of them touched shoulders in the dark.

"Wen Ruiyun, I have something to ask you." Shang Heng suddenly said.

"what's up?"

Shang Heng was slightly surprised: "I thought you were going to sleep silently."

Wen Ruiyun smiled lowly, stretched his arm out of the quilt, and groped for Shang Heng's hand: "Compared with this, I prefer talking to you."

Shang Heng smiled silently, moved his fingers slightly, and turned to look at him: "You know that Gu Lin and I are planning to invest in the project "Spirit Mountain" recently, right?"

Wen Ruiyun hummed lightly: "I know."

Shang Heng: "The project is still in the confidential stage, and the producer backtracked on the signing of the contract. It is now in Fang Yang's hands. All the energy of Gu Lin and I in the early stage has been wasted."

Wen Ruiyun was silent for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to ask if I revealed it?"

Shang Heng silently expressed his acquiescence.

Wen Ruiyun squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed lightly: "Even if you asked before, it must be after you and I are intimate? Didn't you ever think that your suspicion would make me sad?"

Shang Heng's heart tightened slightly, his eyes passed through the darkness, and looked at the man beside him.

Although they didn't make it to the end in the bathroom just now, let alone true lovers, the two are no longer pure partners, let alone they are still lying on the same bed.

But because of this, Shang Heng had to pull out this thorn no matter what.

After a long silence, Wen Ruiyun said slowly: "Do you still remember that when you just debuted in Huaimeng Entertainment, someone hyped up your black material on the Internet?"

Shang Heng frowned: "Remember, why?"

Wen Ruiyun: "Actually, one of my directors deliberately fueled the flames that time, with the purpose of destroying the competitors. Later, he was driven away by me."

Shang Heng: "Why? Intrigues are common in shopping malls, as long as the profits are large enough, this trick is nothing."

"You are generous." Wen Ruiyun snorted softly, "It may be profitable in the short term, but it runs counter to my long-term plan. What I want is to create an entertainment industry with real core competitiveness. I am looking at the long-term. It's the future. So, I don't use him."

Shang Heng vaguely understood what he was going to say, and after thinking about it for a while, his heart suddenly brightened: "You..."

Wen Ruiyun sighed softly: "Gu Lin may be a thorn in my side that I want to remove for a while, but..."

"You are the future I want."

Shang Heng's ears felt hot, and he couldn't help propping up his elbows to stand up slightly, looked down at him, Wen Ruiyun took his hand, and held him in his arms: "Now, are you at ease?"

Shang Heng didn't move, he relaxed his body slowly, and said in a low voice: "Wen Ruiyun, I don't doubt you."

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and hummed in a nasal voice: "It's good that you know."

Shang Heng: "But I won't let Fang Yang go."

Wen Ruiyun laughed: "Quickly say you are because of me, and I will forgive you for hurting me tonight."

Shang Heng held back his smile and didn't reveal it.

Wen Ruiyun touched Shang Heng's blinking eyelashes: "You're not asleep yet, are you waiting for me to sing you a lullaby to lull you to sleep?"

Shang Heng closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up: "That's for coaxing your younger brothers and sisters, let's sing something else."

Wen Ruiyun sighed helplessly, and pressed his lips against his ear: "How old are you? Go to sleep..."

Drowsy like a tide, in the midst of sleepiness, Shang Heng vaguely heard a distant voice floating in the sky:

"In the depths of the spring, the green hills are in my arms..."

The mountains come into my arms, and you come into my dreams.