I want to be your white moonlight

Not caring about the splashed cream foam staining his pants, Wen Yao subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

Huo Sirong was domineering in private and would not tolerate disobedience at all. If he saw Lin Xiang overturning the cake he had specially ordered, he would most likely be furious, and he might even teach Lin Xiang a lesson.

However, to Wen Yao's surprise, Huo Sirong didn't come in.

Lin Xiang pushed the cake, but he didn't feel that he was wasting food. He was full of disgust: "Mr. Huo made these small tricks because he was afraid that I would run away and not save Lin Yan? You go back and tell him, don't fucking disgust me, I don't need these little favors."

"He thought he was teasing the dog, and he gave him a candy after a whip. It's pretty good." Lin Xiang curled his mouth coldly, and lay down to sleep.

Wen Yao exited the ward, and Huo Sirong poked there expressionlessly, Wen Yao couldn't figure out whether he was angry, or whether he didn't care, and wasn't prepared to see Lin Xiang in the same way.

Anyway, the calmer Huo Sirong became, the more worried Wen Yao became, and he couldn't help defending Lin Xiang: "Sir, you know Er Lin's temper."

"Go and take care of Lin Yan." Huo Sirong left a cold sentence, then passed him and pushed the door open.

Wen Yao shook his head and sighed, and left.

Lin Xiang had been entangled with Huo Sirong for three years, and he was very familiar with his aura. Almost as soon as the other party entered the door, Lin Xiang felt Huo Sirong's burning gaze, like a temperatureless dark fire in hell, burning coldly.

Just like Huo Sirong, cold and ruthless, he dragged Lin Xiang into the cold flames, and slowly devoured and burned him.

Lin Xiang closed his eyes, his ears were extremely sharp, he heard the rustling of paper pages.

"There are two documents." Huo Sirong stood behind him and said indifferently: "You need to sign both."

Lin Xiang took a breath and turned to face him.

Huo Sirong still looked down condescendingly, his eyes were tinged with pitifulness, as if he was sympathizing with Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang's scalp was numb from his stare, but she kept her breath and didn't say a word.

Huo Sirong handed him a copy, Lin Xiang raised his hand to catch it, and glanced down at the title: "Same-sex Application for Marriage Registration Declaration", the end of the document was stamped with the stamp of Ningbei Civil Affairs Bureau, and Huo Si was signed in the lower right corner Rong's name.

Lin Xiang had only seen Huo Sirong's signature in the autographed photos posted by fans, so when he saw it now, he inexplicably felt that the mentality of Huo Sirong's signature was almost the same as when he signed it for fans, with the naked eye Visible, penetrating penetrating meaning of charity.

Every word and every painting made a mockery of his wishful thinking.

Lin Xiang sneered at himself silently, Huo Sirong left a small space above the three large characters, which was for him to sign.

He opened the drawer and took out a gel pen. Because of the stretching movement, the skinny arm stretched out of the sleeve, making him look like a bone spirit hidden under a thin shirt, so cautious, afraid of showing his feet.

Huo Sirong looked at him.

...that sure looks ugly, looks like it hasn't been groomed much these days.Lin Xiang withdrew his hand abruptly, and the gel pen fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Turn around." Lin Xiang said in a low voice, with obvious pleading in her suppressed voice.

Huo Sirong didn't move, Lin Xiang was holding the marriage application letter, dizzy, eyes darkened.

He lifted the quilt, grabbed the edge of the bed, got out of the bed limply, picked up the gel pen, and then squatted on the ground. He didn't intend to read a single word of the marriage application letter, and was about to scribble his signature with his back to Huo Sirong.

Before he could write, Huo Sirong behind him suddenly said, "There is another document."

Lin Xiang didn't move. Huo Sirong put the document on the mobile liquid machine, which was out of reach of Lin Xiang.He held the pen in one hand, and squeezed the marriage declaration with the other, waiting for Huo Sirong's next sentence.

Mr. Huo took his time and bent over to clean up the cake at the foot of the bed.

The cake was really too big. After all, the Michelin three-star restaurant was not a "tofu dregs project". The top two floors were smashed, and the bottom base layer was still solid, standing in the air.

Huo Sirong put on plastic gloves, put the base of the cake back on the crystal glass plate, then cleaned up the small table himself, and carried the cake back to the table with his hands that did not touch the spring water.

Lin Xiang's back felt cold, he guessed what Huo Sirong was going to do.

Lin Xiang was picked up by Huo Sirong and put back on the bed, the table board was moved up along the bed rails and pushed in front of him, the sweet aroma of cream and mango flooded his nostrils.

"Happy birthday." Mr. Huo said quietly.

Lin Xiang shivered uncontrollably.

——"Even if you are destined to get a marriage certificate, I'm afraid you will not be blessed to accept the status of Mr. Huo's partner." Huo Sirong said cruelly and coldly.

This marriage certificate, sign it, or not?

The stamp of the Civil Affairs Bureau has been affixed, indicating that no matter who signs in the partner column, the marriage application will be approved. Once signed, his marriage with Huo Sirong is basically a certainty.

The reason he married Huo Sirong was to prevent Huo Sirong from living together with Lin Yan, is that right?Lin Xiang gritted her teeth.

In Lin Xiang's eyes, the snow-white and plain cake base is like poison.

"Where's the other document?" He put down the gel pen and looked up at Huo Sirong.

Huo Sirong easily took a few sheets of thin paper from the liquid dispenser, held it between his fingers, and only showed Lin Xiang a glance.

In an instant, Lin Xiang's expression changed drastically. Due to horror and sullenness, his pale cheeks flushed, sweat leaked from his forehead, his lips and hands trembled, he suppressed the excitement fiercely, turned into condensed eyes, and shot straight at the obvious unknown. Mr. Huo with good intentions.

That was the letter of authorization for "Floating Homeland" to publish in "Qingmeng" magazine. Zhang Zihao would publish his article only with authorization.

It is also what Lin Xiang, Gao Yuyan and even everyone in the Wenchuang Society think that the first step into the literary world is the most crucial step for Lin Xiang to get closer to his ideal.

In the years without Huo Sirong, only words accompanied him. Writing and reading were his friends, and Lin Xiang could not give up on them.

I have paid so much for it before, the bitterness, sweat, struggle and struggle, the years of penance in the desk and library, and the weight of Huo Sirong in Lin Xiang's heart.

"You can only sign one of these two documents." Huo Sirong calmed down and said, "If you smash the cake again, you don't need to sign both."

Lin Xiang's hand that was trying to throw the cake was hanging in the air, and it stopped abruptly.He raised his eyes angrily, and his eyes were burning with anger towards the leisurely man, with hatred and hostility: "You are really nothing."

"Then what are you who still want to marry me?" Huo Sirong asked back.

"Lin Xiang, you wish that even Wen Yao didn't know about our relationship. You hid it, but dared to ask for marriage presumptuously. Why? You are afraid that I will give everything to Lin Yan. And you are such a selfish person, even a relative Brothers are unwilling to save, so why should you be Huo Sirong's other half?"

"You don't deserve it. Even without Lin Yan, I wouldn't have liked you." Huo Sirong ruthlessly pronounced the sentence: "You'd better remember that without Lin Yan, you are nothing."

Huo Sirong hated him very much, Lin Xiang thought tremblingly, so what if he got married?It is still impossible for Huo Sirong to put him in his eyes.Why punish yourself with a long marriage in the future for a moment of anger?

Sign it?

Lin Xiang let go of the pen, and the gel pen slid along the page to the belly. Birds chirped outside the window, and everything seemed peaceful.

Huo Sirong held the palm of the power of attorney, soaked in sweat for some reason. He knew how important this power of attorney was to Lin Xiang, and he also knew that with Lin Xiang's ability, once he had the breakthrough of "Qingmeng", he would definitely be able to Writing manuscripts to make money writing and publishing books.

The reason why Huo Sirong was able to control Lin Xiang for so long was because Lin Xiang's source of income was Huo Sirong.Huo Sirong cut off all the channels for Lin Xiang to obtain money, and he had no choice but to rely on Lin Xiang.

Therefore, no matter how good and exquisite Lin Xiang's "Floating Homeland" was written, Huo Sirong would never allow Lin Xiang to publish it.

If Lin Xiang hesitated today and tried to give up the marriage, Huo Sirong would still have aggressive methods to stimulate him.

Lin Xiang is a child after all, and children are so easy to guess.

Sure enough, Lin Xiang clenched the gel pen again, and tremblingly, like an elderly man, dejected but full of resentment, he signed his name on it. "Content" is tightly wrapped in a small blank space.

Huo Sirong tore up the authorization letter and threw it casually. Lin Xiang watched helplessly, those pieces flew like snowflakes, and his eyes were red.

Huo Sirong took a bite of a piece of fruit, leaned over to hold him down, and fed it into his mouth himself.

Lin Xiang closed his eyes, trembling all over, even his breathing was trembling, he heard the man's deep voice resounding clearly beside his ears, like Satan spreading its black wings.

"You're stupid," he said.

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