The scumbag of a wealthy family

Shen Lingzhe clasped Wei Huan's back with his palm, he struggled a few times and Wei Huan pressed him on the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you in love so early in the morning, get up..."

Wei Huan persisted, "I was too vain last night, I must not have satisfied you, let's come again."

Shen Lingzhe was grinding his teeth in anger, he was still talking nonsense, but Wei Huan chased him and kissed him again, Shen Lingzhe's fingers stirred the sheet under his body, and he raised his head and let Wei Huan plow every inch of his skin.

Buzzing—the phone vibrated by the bedside, "Wait...wait..." Shen Lingzhe turned to look over, he reached out to touch, Wei Huan grabbed his ankle, "ah..." Shen Lingzhe was pulled back Lying under Wei Huan, his head hit the soft mattress, his hair was fluffy and messy, Shen Lingzhe scolded Wei Huan: "Don't mess around."

When he answered the phone, Wei Huan's eyes flashed cunningly, and his teeth bit Shen Lingzhe's neck, causing him to frown slightly in pain, and said calmly, "It's me, what's the matter."

It was important for Wei Bolin to contact him. In the many criminal cases involving fraud, kidnapping, and murder in Jinjie, during the interrogation, it was found that the physical evidence was destroyed, and it was even thrown into the sea for destruction. The kidnapper who kidnapped Wei Huan was also dead. "We need Wei Qian to testify."

"Hiss—" Shen Lingzhe inhaled, and felt a dull pain in his collarbone. He raised Wei Huan's chin, and saw Wei Huan's lips were wet, and a smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, staring at him.

Shen Lingzhe looked stern. He couldn't let Wei Huan take risks and recall the scene when he was kidnapped, which would affect his current recovery. "He is not in a good mental state now. I can confirm what you need."

Wei Huan asked with a smile, "Who is it?"

Shen Lingzhe sat up, put on Wei Huan's nightgown and walked to the sofa, not noticing Wei Huan's deep eyes behind him.

"I'll let the secretary sort it out and give it to you, but I don't think it's a good time for him to testify now. We'll contact you when we're ready." Shen Lingzhe lowered his voice.

Wei Bolin was in a dilemma, so he had to say, "I hope you guys can do it as soon as possible."

After all, if Qiu Shu and others can't be wiped out this time, I'm afraid they will let the tiger go back to the mountain, but he has heard a little about Wei Huan's current situation, "Take care of each other."

Shen Lingzhe hung up the phone, turned around and saw Wei Huan staring at him.

Wei Huan came over, straddled Shen Lingzhe's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and asked in Shen Lingzhe's ear, "Who is it?"

Shen Lingzhe's ears turned red from his stare, and he avoided his lips: "Wei Bolin."

Wei Huan lifted the strap of his nightgown with his fingers, his voice was soft, and the hot air from his breath sprayed on the side of Shen Lingzhe's neck, "Old Wei?"

"Yes, he wants you to testify, you don't have to worry, leave this matter to me." Shen Lingzhe felt Wei Huan's hot body, and his body writhed uneasily.

Wei Huan's fingers wandered across his chest, and said hoarsely, "I'm fine, we can go back."

Shen Lingzhe grabbed his wrist and said with a straight face: "It's not enough now, you can't even take care of yourself!"

"But I have you." Wei Huan said proudly, he pushed Shen Lingzhe to lie on the sofa, admiring the appearance of his slender legs in his nightgown with his chest bare and his slender legs unobstructed.

Shen Lingzhe swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he let go of Wei Huan's wrist, and said softly, "We'll go back together when you recover."

Wei Huan smiled softly, "I'll listen to you."

There was a creaking sound from the sofa, body friction, and muffled groans from time to time.

Shen Lingzhe's body was prostrate on the sofa cushions. He turned his head to see Wei Huanqing's movement. He lowered his head and panted impatiently: "Well...slow down..."

He was incompetent in thinking, he didn't understand why he indulged him so much, indulged in his endless demands, Shen Lingzhe felt Wei Huan leaned over, his hot chest pressed tightly against his back, airtight.

The two rolled from the sofa to the floor, the warm winter sun reflected on their bodies through the glass, the warmth was almost melting.

The kitchen carried the hot breakfast over and over again outside the bedroom, and knocked on the door. Just when he was about to leave, Wei Huan opened the door. With his wet hair on his face and a blush on his face, he said briskly: "Thanks."

Wei Huan carried the breakfast and walked to the bed. Shen Lingzhe was lying on the bed panting. He had never felt so tired before, and it was harder than high-intensity physical training. He really obeyed Wei Huan's sentence of training on the bed.

Wei Huan took a bite of pasta and fed it into his mouth to help Shen Lingzhe replenish his strength.

Shen Lingzhe was so tired that he didn't want to lift a finger, Wei Huan massaged his waist intimately, and said ambiguously, "Do you want me to feed you some milk?"

Shen Lingzhe stared at him angrily, stretched out his hand to pinch his waist, Wei Huan sucked in pain, and fell beside Shen Lingzhe laughing.

Shen Lingzhe was stunned, staring at Wei Huan's smiling face obsessively, and suddenly felt his eyes burning. It seemed that he hadn't seen Wei Huan so happy for a long time. It was really a long time.

He has always been making himself happy. When he returns home after a busy group, as long as Wei Huan is around, he will not make himself feel uncomfortable. He likes to watch him tease unscrupulously. Even if he likes to play, Shen Lingzhe is used to him .

But during this time, the playful Wei Huan disappeared, and Shen Lingzhe buried himself in front of him, blaming himself countless times for not taking good care of him.

Wei Huan patted his back lightly, stroking him up and down, "I'll accompany you to take a bath in a while."

Shen Lingzhe nodded.

The two walked into the bathroom, and within a short while there was the sound of rushing water, and Shen Lingzhe, who had just felt guilty towards Wei Huan, growled unbearably: "Enough is enough!"

In the afternoon, Wei Huan lay on the recliner in his brother's study, covered with a small blanket, and accompanied Shen Lingzhe to work as always.

As a result, Shen Lingzhe took out the drawing board and paints, and stared at Wei Huan with puzzled eyes, "Draw me a picture? I want to see you draw me?"

Wei Huan was surprised, "Azhe, you came up with such a romantic thing."

"Let's talk about it first, you can't think that I don't draw well."

Shen Lingzhe nodded. The doctor said that Wei Huan should be trained to concentrate and draw to reflect what he saw and thought. Shen Lingzhe wanted to know what kind of himself he saw.

Shen Lingzhe was sitting at the desk working, and Wei Huan sat across from him covered in a blanket, seriously portraying Shen Lingzhe's serious appearance.

The study was very quiet, only the sound of the classical clock turning up and down, Wei Huan's eyes met Shen Lingzhe's from time to time, and the two gazed at each other affectionately.

[Do you think he is really working? 】

Wei Huan paused with his fingers pinching the paintbrush, frowned, then raised his head and saw another man standing in front of Shen Lingzhe's desk.

【Will he be flirting with others again? I don’t know if Kong Jie has cried to him, they are childhood sweethearts. 】

Wei Huan became anxious, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster. He restrained himself from thinking about it, and the brush even started to paint without his control.

[I don't know if anything happened to them while you were away. 】

"Shut up!" Wei Huan suddenly raised his voice.

Surprised, Shen Lingzhe raised his eyes to meet Wei Huan's impatient gaze, and immediately ran to Wei Huan's side, asking worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Wei threw down his paintbrush hilariously, "I don't want to paint anymore."

Shen Lingzhe was dumbfounded, just as he was about to turn his head to see his painting, Wei Huan hugged his cheeks and kissed him. The oil paint on his fingers smeared on Shen Lingzhe's face. Wei Huan admired it proudly, and sat on the desk with Shen Lingzhe's legs in his arms. Shen Lingzhe's eyes widened, his palm rested on Wei Huan's shoulder, "What do you want to do?"

Wei Huan tore off his shirt, and painted paint on Shen Lingzhe's neck inch by inch with his fingers. Shen Lingzhe stopped him in disbelief: "Wei Huan, don't mess around!"

"I don't!" Wei Huan bit his chin lightly with his teeth, "I like to make out with you, so I won't think too much about it."

Only when they are together, there will be no unrealistic illusions.

Wei Huan said angrily: "He is waiting to see my joke, I want to prove how much you love me."

Shen Lingzhe frowned, "Who?"

Wei Huan looked away, Shen Lingzhe traced the past, and fixed his eyes on Wei Huan's painting, he was sitting behind the desk, the colors he used were obviously very warm, but there was an abrupt black shadow standing beside the desk.

Shen Lingzhe understood that it was an illusion that had been affecting Wei Huan all the time, so he turned to Wei Huan and said, "That's not true."

Wei Huan nodded, "You are."

"Yes." Shen Lingzhe replied, "Only me, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Don't be afraid at all, what is he, he doesn't understand us."

Wei Huan smiled, Shen Lingzhe's firm chest was hung with the pattern drawn by Wei Huan, sexy muscles matched with brightly colored paint, a mysterious and ascetic beauty.

Wei Huan put Shen Lingzhe's lips in his mouth, stroked his body with his palm, and asked in a muttering voice, "Who are we going to decide?"

Shen Lingzhe's legs were propped on the desk, and his arms were around Wei Huan. He had no time to think, his brain was turning very slowly, and he was exhausted by pleasure and desire.

He belatedly thought, compared with Wei Huan's energy, if he was not good enough, he might have to fall on the bed first.