After pretending to be the son of the richest man

The simple wooden stairs lead to the top floor, and when you step on it, there is a soft "squeak" sound, as if it will collapse under the weight of the next second.

This small attic was vacant after Guan Yishen went to the capital.

But because the rent was so cheap that it could be ignored, Fang Yongxin paid for him for three years, and the right was treated as a warehouse.

Pushing open the rickety door, the space is narrow and cramped, and the interior layout is all in sight in a second.

During the month when he lingered in Wancheng, all the gifts that Fang Yongxin bought for him were piled up here.

Tables, floors and beds, almost no place to stand.

There are a bunch of trendy brands with outrageous prices on the shoe rack. Hundreds of big-name clothes almost burst the closet. There are hanging and stacking, and the extra can only be stuffed randomly. Beautifully packaged watches, perfumes, accessories, and even some office supplies , dizzying, and some even did not open the packaging.

In order to make him happy, Fang Yongxin spared no expense at all, and even bought several expensive paintings, many works of art.

If a thief visits this dilapidated and small attic on a whim, he is guaranteed to have a heart attack.

It's a pity that the owner has been away for too long, and those glamorous luxury goods are lack of care, and a thin layer of dust has fallen on them, making them look eclipsed.

Guan Yishen dusted it with his hand in distress, but was stopped by Fang Yongxin: "It's not clean, don't worry about it, it's not worth much."

He glanced at the other party speechlessly. All these things add up to several million. Knowing that Fang Yongxin was born as a noble young master, it is easy to make money, but it is not so extravagant and wasteful, right?

Guan Yishen understands that there is still a big gap between himself and Fang Yongxin.

Even though he has been the son of the richest man for a few months, the traces of his struggle for survival over the past ten years are not so easy to get rid of.

He scratched his hair, looked around, and then remembered that he had business to do.

So he coughed twice: "I'm here because I want to show you something."

After speaking, he took a few steps forward with difficulty, leaned over, rummaged through the bedside table, and found a red brocade box.

Fang Yongxin stared at the movements of his hands, and the lid slowly opened, inside was a vintage gold bracelet.

The overall construction is slim and light, not heavy, the body of the bracelet is engraved with hollow patterns, with a pull-out design, the size is elastic, and it is very convenient to wear.

Guan Yishen cleared his throat, an inexplicable shyness came up, and he looked away slightly: "This, my grandmother gave it to my mother, and my mother gave it to me, although it's not worth much, But my mother said it was for her future daughter-in-law."

"Well... I'm in charge, now I'll give it to you." Yu Bi pushed the brocade box forward and brought it under Fang Yongxin's eyes.

Fang Yongxin lowered his eyes, looked at the object, and laughed dumbly: "I wear a gold bracelet?"

Guan Yishen thought that he was unwilling to accept it, and immediately widened his eyes: "What's the matter? Your skin is so fair, you must look good wearing gold."

Fang Yongxin conceded defeat in a second, but reluctantly curled his lips, nodded and said: "It's good if you think it looks good, and I will take good care of it from now on."

"It's more or less the same." Guan Yishen was satisfied, picked up the bracelet, and put it on his white and thin wrist little by little.

Because it has been a long time ago, the color is not as bright as the newly bought one, but when the simple golden color is officially attached to Fang Yongxin's skin, the tip of his heart trembles for some reason, a sense of solemnity and ceremony that comes with it is natural rise up.

His fingertips were slightly stiff, and his breathing began to become deep and slow.

Fang Yongxin was keenly aware of the flow of Guan Yishen's emotions, his eyes flickered, and his face instantly calmed down.

Without any explanation, she held his palm with her backhand and clasped her fingers tightly.

"You gave it to me, and I will cherish it. If you want, I can never take it off."

Guan Yishen raised his eyes in surprise as the voice soaked in the clear spring penetrated into his heart: "Really?"

Seeing Fang Yongxin nodding his head solemnly, his lips pursed slightly, drawing a sincere arc: "Then keep wearing it, as a return gift for the watch you gave me."

The fingertips slowly rubbed against the slightly cool dial, unable to take his eyes off his wrist, muttering to himself, "I want to leave my mark on you, too."

The chest seemed to be hit hard by an unknown force, and layers of ripples oscillated.

At that moment, Fang Yongxin's throat was slightly stagnant, and he felt that his belief could not be shaken uncontrollably.

After a long time, he just hoarse his voice almost imperceptibly, and replied concisely.

"it is good."

In the evening, the two stayed in the hotel again, in the same suite.

Having stayed here for a month in a row, Guan Yishen has already been familiar with the layout of the various places, and he can't help but relax as soon as he comes in. He is much more comfortable than the Qiu family far away in the capital.

After taking a shower, he lay down on the big soft bed.

When Fang Yongxin also came out wrapped in a bathrobe, he got up and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, brushing his lips against his moist cheeks.

Guan Yishen has always liked the mint smell that has always been good, and he pecked lightly: "Going to Shencheng tomorrow? Where are you going to take me to play?"

Fang Yongxin patted his arm: "Listen to you, I'm not familiar with Shencheng, is there any place you want to go?"

"There really is one," the eyeballs rolled around, and the warm air current scratched the ear pinna like a feather, "It doesn't matter anywhere else, I just want you to spend my birthday there with me."

Fang Yongxin was a little moved by the teasing, but he still sat upright: "Where?"

"Secret it first, you'll know tomorrow." He said with a smile, and began to slip his hand dishonestly into the bathrobe.

Caressing the smooth and delicate chest, all the way down, was finally blocked before touching the dangerous area.

Guan Yi pursed his lips deeply, pretending to lose his temper, and was about to leave.

In the next second, Zuo Luan's arm was pulled vigorously, his center of gravity lost his balance, and he fell into the hot embrace.

The back of his head was resting on his thighs, his black grape-like eyeballs were moistened with a layer of luster, he looked straight up, without saying a word, there was an indescribable temptation.

Fang Yongxin stared, his breathing rate changed little by little, his fingertips moved up from his chin, buried in his wet hair, and massaged his warm scalp.

The bright red lips are delicate and charming, like a full fruit in midsummer, countless people are scrambling to snatch it, but only one person can pick it.

And this person, at this moment, was filled in his eyes as deep as the sea of ​​ink.

The waist was lowered, and finally, it was actively sent into Guan Yishen's mouth.