Above, please use some force

He Wen got up and sat on the side of the bed, exhaling the smell of drunkenness, he rubbed his temples irritably, cursed a few words in a low voice, like a wild beast about to run away, exuding hostility all over his body.

At night, it will be seen that Ye Huai intentionally or unintentionally finds all kinds of excuses to drink his wine, intending to get drunk to see what the other party is up to.

But alcohol is like cigarettes, it is addictive, and the noisy voices nearby are constantly wearing down his nerves, so he can't control it well, and he is indeed seven or eight times drunk.

It's just that he was already awake when he was on Song Ziyu's back, but the obsession that emerged from the depths of his soul was like a ghost, corroding his consciousness.

The obsession left by the previous owner of this body turned out to be deeper than he expected.

He Wen kicked over the chair next to him, his chest heaved a little more, and he glanced sideways at Song Ziyu who was coming, his eyes showed a bit of violence.

In "Holding Love", there are many shots of Song Ziyu's back, and the two of them have done it several times through underwear.

The influence of that scandal was suppressed by Song Ziyu, most of the fans chose to pretend to be confused, but there were some accidents.

The day before yesterday, He Wen saw a young man holding a dagger outside the company, about fifteen or sixteen years old, trying to kill him. At that time, he was stopped by the security guard at the door. His face was distorted due to resentment, and he was still talking to himself deliriously, "Song Ziyu is mine. If I kill you, he will be mine. Yes, kill you."

It was just an act caused by a movie fan's excessive emotions, but after He Wen saw the results of the police investigation, he became suspicious.

The young man was indeed a supporter of Song Ziyu, and any newspapers about Song Ziyu would be cut out and kept. According to the family members, the young man did not read the report because they deliberately concealed it.

Moreover, the young man has always suffered from mild mental illness, and his family members are very cautious in monitoring him. Usually, if someone does not intentionally stimulate him, the young man will not be so abnormal that he will do dangerous things.

An indifferent voice sounded next to his ear, not to mention the slightest gentleness, "I have no other intentions."

Crazy laughter came out, He Wen's lips curled up in a mocking arc, he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair on his forehead, raised his eyes, and suddenly stood up and approached Song Ziyu.

Covering the ridge under his slacks with his palm, he pressed his thumb presumptuously, and He Wen blew into Song Ziyu's ear with a nasty tone, "Then what does this mean?"

There was a moment of stickiness and ambiguity in the air, Song Ziyu lowered his eyes, "I just want you."

He Wen raised his eyebrows, he was a little surprised to hear such flirtatious words from this mouth, he bit Song Ziyu's earlobe, pressed their chests tightly together, and the heartbeat was out of control in his rough breathing.

"The information on the Internet some time ago..." The rest of the words were interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest, Song Ziyu looked at the painting in the corner of the room, and seemed to be observing it calmly and seriously, only the sweat on his forehead betrayed his emotions at the moment.

"What? I want to ask about the remittance slip or where the money came from, or where it went?" He Wen squeezed a small bean with his thumb and forefinger and pulled it hard. His eyes darkened a little.

The shoulders were clamped vigorously, and Song Ziyu's cold voice was full of sharp anger like a blade, with an imperceptible request, "He Wen, is it true? Please tell me, this matter is very important to me, Please…"

"How important?" He Wen sneered, and pointed his finger through the dark gray tie that was tightly tied on Song Ziyu's shirt, "Haven't you been investigating me? Why, haven't you found the answer you want?"

He Wen shook his head regretfully, and smiled wickedly, "Song Ziyu, you have disappointed me so much."

The atmosphere created by the too close distance has a bewitching taste, Song Ziyu closed his eyes, his anger had reached the verge of losing control, but he suppressed it easily, "You know that Yu Bao's postcard was requested by me, so I deliberately Change the word." Jiding tone.

He Wen licked his lips, and a deep light flashed in his eyes. He underestimated Song Ziyu's endurance, and also underestimated the danger of this person.

"Whatever you think, I never thought of hiding the answer, it's always been there, Song Ziyu, it's you who is incompetent."

If you're willing to trust your feelings, that poor man from before will at least earn your respect.

Song Ziyu stared deeply at the man in front of him. I don't know if it was because of the light. The corners of his eyes were a little wet, and his brows were furrowed with deep shadows. After being lonely and cold, it was the loneliness accumulated over the years, which the dazzling flashlights would never reach. corner.

"Your heart is disturbed, Song Ziyu, I want to ask you, is this frequency beating because of me standing in front of you, or the old He Wen." He smiled, and the heat of the fire was flowing in the air.

The back leaning against the cold wall was tense, and the deep eyes were slightly closed. Song Ziyu's silence made the room fall into a depressing atmosphere.

The answer has long been unable to deceive himself, his heartbeat is because of the man in front of him.

"He Wen, all my current achievements come from the dedication of one person. I have been looking for him for many years..."

Song Ziyu calmly told his story.

In a quiet atmosphere, the cold voice will make people feel a sore nose.

The beginning of the story conforms to all the plots in the tragic movie, born into a wealthy family, an accident, both parents died, and fell from heaven to hell overnight. He Wen didn't know the emotional fluctuations in his eyes when he heard the end, and his heart burst out The bitterness is not his, damn it, to suppress the desire in his heart, he rolled his eyelids, "So, is it a benefactor? What do you want to do after you find it? Try to repay it? Use everything he gave you?"

A mocking smile hung on his face, with a sneering arc, "Don't you think this is ridiculous? If that person disappeared from this world long ago, and all you found was his tombstone, then you want to be buried with him?"

The corners of Song Ziyu's pursed lips straightened. The answer was obvious. He could give up everything he had, but life was bestowed by his parents, and he had no right to give it up.

Perhaps, it wasn't enough for him to give up his life.

"Furthermore, if that person says he loves you, all he wants is your affection, can you afford it?" He Wen smiled inexplicably, his eyes burst into a strong light.

Looking at the man's aggressive eyes, which were as bright as flames, he subconsciously wanted to say that he was willing. Song Ziyu was startled, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back at some point.

It turned out that he had been subconsciously hoping that that person was the man in front of him, or the current He Wen was more accurate.

If it was the old He Wen, he thought about it many times, maybe he couldn't give anything other than gratitude.

"He has an accident, and you are willing to do everything you can to protect him. This is kindness." He Wen smiled lightly, with a wild and unruly look in his eyebrows and eyes. "If he dies, you can't survive. This is love."

Dazed, he slowly raised his head, and the man's eyes hit him, indulgent and flamboyant, pulling out all the only paleness and loneliness in his world and putting them in front of him, laughing at his sadness.

He never understood why he was attracted to this man.

No, what he is obsessed with is not this body, but the soul in these eyes, frivolous and free and easy, unique.

"It's that simple." Rubbing Song Ziyu's thin lips with his thumb, He Wen sighed sympathetically, "Song Ziyu, you are too tired to live."

The snort is the smell of alcohol in men, which makes people feel pleasure, threatening and dangerous surge.

As the breathing and friction of the body ignited the temperature of the room imperceptibly, Song Ziyu looked at He Wen, and an unknown fire gradually lit up in his eyes.

"Since you want me, then find a way to make me sexually interested in you." He Wen patted his cheek, with an arrogant tone and undisguised teasing, and turned away before Song Ziyu could react.

The almost full moon hangs in the starry sky. He Wen is walking along the gravel road. The night wind is very cold, and the wine completely wakes up. Afterwards, his stomach churns and he has a splitting headache. He puts his hands in his pockets, takes out his phone, Finding that the phone was turned off, he twitched the corner of his mouth. After turning on the phone, he saw dozens of missed calls prompted by text messages. He dialed the same number.

The call was connected quickly, with a slightly hoarse voice, "Huasheng has made mistakes in several transactions, the capital chain is broken, and the gap is too large. I am afraid it will be difficult to close it in a short time. The most serious thing is that the responsible The relevant personnel of this work disappeared without reason, and now the police have intervened."

The other party didn't ask stupid questions like why the phone was turned off, He Wen frowned slightly, asked about the general situation, and suddenly remembered something, "Jian Jie, did you find that reporter last time?"

"It's missing too." The magnetic voice couldn't hear much emotion.

He Wen's eyelids moved slightly, "Where is Li Yuan?"

Jian Jian, who was sitting at the desk on the other side, raised his eyebrows, "I haven't seen him since that day."

After a pause, He Wen took a breath of cold air, and his thoughts returned to calm, "How about the matter I asked you to check for me?"

"Fang Jun should be in the same trouble as me." Jian Jian looked sideways at the night scene outside the window, "There is a force or someone secretly targeting us, like a cat-and-mouse game."

He Wen raised his eyebrows.

"Not surprisingly, it will be Song Ziyu's turn next." Jian Ming sneered, "Since someone has challenged me, I have no reason not to fight back."

Pressing the phone, He Wen walked another distance, looked up at the road sign, and saw the general idea by the moonlight. He searched on the phone for a while, and then sent a text message. After finishing all this, he leaned on the Under the street lamp, with his hands in his pockets, the shadow on his face was blurred with the wind blowing his hair.

That year, the last words Shang Jun said to him were, "Shen Zheng, there is a devil standing behind you."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a bright light approached in the distance. He Wen stretched out his hand to block his eyes, and the car stopped in front of him. Shen Cheng in the driver's seat did not show any impatience. He sat in the passenger seat, and Shen Cheng leaned over to take his place. fasten your seatbelt.

He Wen didn't go back to the room he lived in for many years, but chose to sleep with Shen Cheng, just like when he was a child, Shen Cheng didn't speak, and helped him get his pajamas.