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When Fang Jun saw Shen Cheng walking beside He Wen, he didn't show a surprised expression, as if he had expected it.

When the three of them returned to their residence, Fang Jun changed his shoes at the entrance, brought Shen Cheng a new pair of slippers, went to the living room to pour a glass of water, and put the oranges he bought on the table. After doing all this, he tied on his apron into the kitchen.

On the sofa in the living room, He Wen randomly pressed the remote control, took out an orange from the bag, peeled it, and handed it to Shen Cheng, "Fang Jun's cooking is delicious."

Shen Cheng took the orange, tore off the white tangerine on the outside of the orange petals and threw it into the trash basket at his feet, broke off a piece of orange flesh and brought it to He Wen's mouth, He Wen opened his mouth skillfully and bit it.

The way of getting along between the two has returned to the past. It seems that he has not had a car accident, nor has he been reborn. He is still the Shen Zheng who can be lawless outside, and even if the sky falls, there is someone to support him.

The ear-splitting shouts on the TV broke the peaceful atmosphere between the two brothers. He Wen scratched his hair, pulled off his collar and leaned on the sofa, his eyes fell on the man in the TV, wearing a beige sweater, washing White jeans, casual attire, impeccable facial features, handsome and quiet, I didn't expect that when I opened it, there would be a replay of "The Peak of Dreams", and it happened to be the moment when Song Ziyu appeared on the stage.

"Is it fun?" The deep voice in the ear wiped out a cold flame in the air.

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched, knowing that the other party was thinking about his entry into the circle, he couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette, fumbled in his pockets for a while, and finally pulled it out helplessly: "It's not fun." He looks like a girl, but what flows in his eyes is a rebellious look.

"He's investigating you." Looking at Song Ziyu who was smiling faintly on TV, Shen Cheng's eyes darkened a bit.

It's not surprising that Song Ziyu would do this, "Let him investigate." He Wen sniffed the aroma wafting from the kitchen, picked up the glass of water that Shen Cheng drank, and took a sip along the trace left on his mouth , The tongue sweeps intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Jun's voice came from the kitchen, "He Wen, how do you cook the fish?"

"Braised." After pressing the remote control to switch to another station, He Wen replied to the kitchen.

"Take it." Shen Cheng put an exquisite pistol on the table, raised his eyelids slightly: "There are many fakes on the black market."

He Wen curled his lips subconsciously, picked up the pistol, and saw a line of English letters on the muzzle of the gun when he got closer. This was Shen Cheng's personal life-saving guy.

He Wen squinted at the man beside him with a slight emotion, and He Wen calmly restrained the expression in his eyes.

The dishes consisted of three dishes and one soup, and the three men sat around the square table quietly eating dinner.

He Wen didn't know that Fang Jun had been in contact with Shen Sheng in the past few years, so naturally he didn't know that the two men had reached some kind of agreement in private.

He Wen, who was eating with his head down, saw the sudden amount of fish and bamboo shoots in the bowl, and couldn't help being slightly stunned, and then his lips curled up in a happy arc.

A clear voice protruded from the side, "Shen Cheng, do you want to sleep here for the night?"

The food in He Wen's mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow was stuck in his throat and almost choked him. He turned his head to look at Fang Jun, and saw that the other party was surprisingly calm, and suddenly realized that he didn't know this young man very well.

"I still have something to do at night." Shen Cheng pursed his lips and replied, his posture seemed to be a little indifferent, only He Wen could hear the unease in the other party's words.

Fang Jun breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, his sitting posture relaxed a lot, served a bowl of soup for He Wen, and another bowl for Shen Cheng.

After dinner, Shen Cheng didn't stay for long, but Shen Cheng received a call and was about to leave. He Wen sent Shen Cheng downstairs, and the two entered the elevator in silence, and left the apartment building in silence until they stood beside the car. Wen gave up his false calm, "Brother, don't you ask me about Fang Jun?"

The man's bangs were blown by the wind, his eyes were as deep as the sea: "I've never just asked about your business." The deep voice seemed to be particularly tempting at night.

He Wen's breathing became dangerous, and he looked at the man with aggressive eyes, yes, he never cared about it, and he recognized this very early on.

But recognizing it is one thing, accepting it is another.

"Don't you want a goodnight kiss?" With cold eyes and fiery words, He Wen lowered the violent fluctuations in his heart: "It's like before."

Shen Cheng's indifferent eyes fell on He Wen's face. The strange face, the unique eyes, the arrogance and evil spirit, and the extreme bohemian. He was curious that this person could let go of everything anytime and anywhere, and live a free and easy life.

Because I was curious, I paid attention, and after a thousand turns, I finally stepped into the restricted area, not daring to look back, for fear of being swallowed by the darkness.

Seeing that the man did not express his opinion for a long time, He Wen hugged the man's neck like a mad beast, there was no gap in his pursed lips, and the sparks aroused between the touch of lips and teeth erupted in the night.

He Wen's eyes were like two balls of fire, while Shen Cheng's eyes were reserved and stern, the two looked at each other and looked into each other's eyes.

Between the intertwined lips and teeth, the edge of He Wen's lips twitched, and he bit his tongue forcefully, robbing his breath wildly.

"How is my technique? Brother, you were the one who taught me how to kiss back then." With a presumptuous smile in his low tone, He Wen locked Shen Cheng's eyes with fiery eyes, seeing his always rigorous and resolute face A tiny crack appeared on his face, and the smile on his face was extremely evil.

Shen Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, the tip of his tongue smelled of blood, as the saliva spread in his mouth, he felt an unignorable burning pain, his chest heaved and fluctuated, his hands hanging on both sides moved slightly, clenched into fists, tightened and then loosened.

Raising his hand to wipe off the liquid on He Wen's lips, Shen Cheng lowered his head and kissed his hair, saying "good night".

Standing in place watching the car melt into the darkness, He Wen looked up at the starry night sky and muttered to himself: "If you want it, why do you run away? Brother, you're so naughty."

He was sure that the kiss just now caused a drastic change in the temperature in Shen Cheng's mouth, including the other's unsteady breathing.

Early the next morning, He Wen, who was still asleep, was woken up by the phone call. His arms were lying beside the pillow, and he didn't feel the temperature he should have. He opened his eyes and yawned, got the vibrating phone, and was about to swear The words had to be swallowed after seeing the caller ID, and the voice was hoarse because of sleepiness: "What's wrong?"

The other end of the phone was a bit noisy, Fang Jun's calm voice amidst the noisy noise: "Don't go to the company today."

"It's on the headlines?" Seeing the silence on the other end, He Wen concluded the guess in his heart, sat up and leaned on the bed and said patiently: "You watch the communication with the company's upper management, don't get angry, and besides, filter the words in your mind first, The most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is celebrities and gossip."

"Well, good." Fang Jun hung up the phone, stood at the window overlooking the crazy reporters at the door of the company, and a group of even crazier "fish fans". Even if they were separated by nine floors, he seemed to be able to hear those dirty words clearly. , the fingers holding the mobile phone tightened, Fang Jun's lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were cold.

That's what it said, He Wen sat on the bed and smoked two cigarettes to sort out his thoughts, licked his lips, his eyes shone with a cold light, he would only be more ruthless than others if he was ruthless to him.

After turning on the computer and seeing the news that popped up, He Wen raised his eyebrows after clicking on the photo that was no less than the high-definition version.

In the photo, he and Song Ziyu are standing on the corner of the street. Under the soft streetlights, the picture is surprisingly warm and affectionate. In the following lines of small words, it is mentioned that Song Ziyu came out of the studio of "Holding Love", with disheveled clothes and buttons on his clothes Wrong, the attached small picture is a close-up of Song Ziyu's face, and his facial features are more handsome after zooming in.

The popular movie star is GAY, and the former star is submerged again, two headlines.

He Wen cursed in a low voice, stopped the mouse, wrote down the reporter's name, got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, he will be very busy today.

He just entered the kitchen and finished the breakfast prepared by Fang Jun. Before he could change his clothes and go out, he heard the doorbell ring. He Wen frowned and walked over to look through the cat's eyes. When he saw the person coming, he was a little interested.

Opening the door, He Wen leaned against the wall, not intending to invite guests to enter: "What's the matter?"

Han Wenwen tightened the purse in his hand, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "He Wen, I have lived with Ziyu for five years, and it will be at the beginning of next year..."

Without interrupting, He Wen acted as the most patient listener, looking at the woman in front of her for the first time.

With fair skin, a superior family background, and good looks, no matter who it is, they will put the words Bai Fumei on Han Wenwen, and she is willing to accept it.

When Han Wenwen stopped talking, He Wen folded his arms and smiled evilly: "When you saw the report in the morning, you panicked, afraid of being involved in this storm, afraid that the relationship between Song Ziyu and me was really the same as the report, afraid of being caught Public opinion ridiculed, Han Wenwen, you are afraid that you will lose to a man." After He Wen finished speaking, he suddenly shot away Han Wenwen's purse, and in front of her face down in panic, a tiny camera fell to the ground.

He Wen's pupils shrank. Originally, he just noticed that something was wrong with this woman, but he didn't expect it to be this. His eyes were dark and prey, "What do you want to shoot? About a love triangle?"

When he was caught on the spot, Han Wenwen's exquisite face paled, trembling and screaming: "He is mine, I love him."

Compared with Han Wenwen's gaffe, He Wen seemed much calmer, he curled his lips slowly: "Why do you love him?"

After a while of silence, Han Wenwen brushed the hair next to his ear with trembling hands, "There is no reason for love."

"Wrong, there is a reason for love." He Wen snorted, and lashed out mercilessly: "You love his appearance, his worth, and his quality life."

Han Wenwen's face turned blue and white, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

"Han Wenwen, you have everything he has, and you have many ways to live, why choose a path that is like walking on thin ice." He Wen slightly closed his eyes, he really didn't understand this woman, just like he didn't understand Shen Sheng.

"You don't understand." Han Wenwen raised his head, the makeup on his face was blurred by tears: "It is because of him that I will enter the entertainment industry."

He Wen frowned. He didn't like women, but he really couldn't bear to see a woman cry in front of him. He squatted down and found a pack of tissues among the scattered things, took out one and handed it over.

After taking the tissue and saying thank you, Han Wenwen smiled bitterly: "He Wen, do you know that feeling? It's so close but you can't touch it."