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The sunshine of breakfast didn't have much warmth, and the fog in the air enveloped the bustling city.

The number of people coming and going in and out of the hospital gradually increased, and a very bloody scene was being staged in a certain ward on the third floor.

When He Wen came back from Song Ziyu's side, he opened the door and saw a girl with a mushroom head sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the corner of her clothes and crying, looking carefully, there was no water in her eyes.

The other person frowned and sat on the chair with disgust and impatience. When he saw him, the coldness in his eyes subsided a little.

"What's wrong?" He Wen strode in and glanced at the breakfast on the table.

The crying in the room stopped, a man and a woman stared at him at the same time, He Wen touched his face, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"There is blood on your mouth." Fang Jun said coldly, the words that popped out from between his teeth were wrapped in ice, and the surrounding temperature dropped directly in an instant.

Pulling up the corners of his lips and smiling, He Wen walked up to Fang Jun, raised his chin, stared at it for a few seconds, and pressed his blood-stained dry lips against it.

The only third party, Yu Bao stared at the two men kissing wantonly in front of her with wide eyes, and her eyes stopped on their tangled tongues, she swallowed, shivered, rub!So affectionate!

"cough…"

No one paid any attention.

Yu Bao coughed a few more times, her sense of existence was still zero, she ran over and put her head between He Wen and Fang Jun, staring straight at her with big eyes, thinking, hum, I don't believe this can continue go down.

After more than two minutes, Yu Bao began to shake his head in disbelief, and kept pounding his mouth.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't your tongues hurt? Don't you find it difficult to breathe?" After she finished, she added, "Fang Jun, the tent under you is so big, hey, Brother Wen, your little friend is still sleeping..."

Wiping off the liquid on Fang Jun's lips with his thumb, He Wen sat on the chair and cast a sidelong glance at Yu Bao beside him, "What happened just now?"

Yu Bao covered her mouth and yawned secretly, and squeezed her eyes hard, her eye sockets were finally wet, and she started whimpering again, "The boot is broken, I couldn't stand still, I fell on Fang Jun, not only did he not help me , and pushed me away." Pulling up the bangs on his forehead, he gave Fang Jun a hard look, and Yu Bao pointed to his forehead, "Brother Wen, look, this is what I just knocked on."

Glancing at Yu Bao's mouth-opening boots, He Wen's facial muscles trembled a few times, "Fang Jun doesn't like people approaching him."

Ha, Yu Bao looked distraught, his lips trembled, "Brother Wen, you are biased!"

"Hmm." He Wen made a laughing voice from his nasal cavity, took a sip of the soy milk on the table, it tasted good.

Yu Bao's blood bar emptied in an instant: "..."

"He's awake, he probably has a good appetite, go and buy him some porridge." He Wen said vaguely while eating the steamed stuffed bun.

As soon as this sentence fell, Yu Bao who fell to the ground and died was revived with full blood, and she grabbed her bag and ran out in a hurry.

The ward was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed that the sound of floating dust falling to the ground could be caught. There was a faint smell of anti-inflammatory medicine and the scent of fresh food in the air.

Fang Jun ate two steamed buns and drank a cup of soy milk. After breakfast, he turned his head to look at the man beside him. His eyes were calm and gentle. After seeing the man finished eating, he handed him a tissue.

Wiping the grease from his mouth with a tissue, He Wen curled his lips into a chuckle, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Staring deeply at the man in front of him, Fang Jun was silent for a while, then asked lightly, "Have you been raped by Song Ziyu?"

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched.

"I, Shen Sheng, Jian Ming, Song Ziyu." Fang Jun's eyes still did not move away, no matter what kind of situation this man faced, the look in his eyes never changed, it was always so direct and aggressive.

"He Wen... four still can't satisfy you?" His voice was very calm, and there was a faint tendency to burst out of suppressed anger.

It was said that the forehead of a man who was dissatisfied with desire twitched. He leaned over and smelled Fang Jun, "It smells so vinegary."

Fang Jun pursed his lips slightly, stroked He Wen's hair sullenly, and sighed slightly, "He Wen, do you have a heart?"

The longer he spends with him, the more he realizes that he can't understand this man, it seems that he doesn't care about anything...

Frowning, He Wen grabbed Fang Jun's hand and stretched it through his collar, twitching the corners of his mouth, as if smiling, "See if it's hot?"

Rubbing the smooth skin under his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, Fang Jun asked in a casual tone, "Among the four of us, is there anyone you want to love?"

No one knew what he was thinking the moment before he asked this question, this was what Jian Jian told him on the phone last night, probably Shen Cheng also wanted to know the answer.

"Look at it." With an evil smile, He Wen poured out the sleep in the glass and started pouring water again.

When the water level reached nearly one-third of the cup, Fang Jun heard a voice beside his ear, "This is where you are in my heart."

Fang Jun took a deep breath, the answer came too fast, he was very excited, the corners of his eyes flickered, "He Wen, I bought a piece of land in Lille."

"Okay, I'll go back with you, and you raise me." He Wen had a presumptuous teasing smile on his face, and the unruly beast was tamed at this moment.

He Wen didn't think about the future, he was used to living in today, not caring about tomorrow, not looking at yesterday.

Now there is someone who is willing to plan the future for him and consider some places he has overlooked. This feeling is very subtle. Probably the other party is Fang Jun, so there is not much resistance.

The knock on the door made the warmth in the ward dissipate. Fang Jun got up and cleared the table, put a coat over He Wen's hospital clothes, and then went to open the door.

Fang Jun, the man standing at the door, knew him. He was Shang Jun whom he had just met two days ago. He glanced at the fruit basket in his hand and found that it was full of oranges. He raised his eyebrows and let him in sideways.

"I knew you were injured after reading the report. Is it serious?" Shang Jun walked in, put the fruit basket on the table, and smiled, "Qi Yue said that you also like oranges, so I put all the other fruits in the fruit basket. Replaced with oranges."

When he saw that report, he just felt hurt by a man who made him curious, mysterious, and soon to be friends, but all the information he sorted out when he was processing the file that afternoon was wrong.

Distracted, this is an indisputable fact.

He Wen picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, and the news from Laojie was playing on it, and it probably had been played repeatedly for countless times.

In the morning, the reporter was standing in front of the camera with a microphone and seriously introduced the situation at that time, and the narration was lifelike.

Because "The Third Kind of Love" is He Wen's movie, it has a great influence, whether it is the media or the public, they are always paying attention.

"I'm going to meet an eyewitness in the case at hand later, and I happened to be on the way, so I came to see you." The man seemed to want to find a reason for his unreasonable behavior. The people in the room listened, still telling themselves.

"Maybe I will cooperate with you soon." He Wen suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and said casually, "You have also seen that I got involved in a criminal case, and this time it was involved in a shooting incident. Next There may be many surprises."

Shang Jun's eyes became deep, and he said seriously, "If Mr. He is willing to trust me, I will do my best to protect your interests."

"If necessary, I will contact you when the time comes." Peeling an orange, the shadow between He Wen's eyebrows became a little lighter until the mint scent on the man's body was covered by the smell of the orange peel.

"This is my business card." Shang Jun took out a business card and handed it over, the smile on his face seemed clearer than before, "Then I'll go first."

After Shang Jun left, the ward was once again quiet.

"I heard he is married?" Fang Jun took the orange from He Wen's hand, "It seems that he has a deep affection for his deceased wife."

"People are dead, no matter how affectionate they are, they are worthless." He Wen stretched out his hands to clamp Fang Jun's wrist, wanting to take back the oranges, Fang Jun looked at him with a cold face.

The two stared blankly, Fang Jun's face was clear and sharp, and his eyes locked on He Wen sharply, "Do you have to tell me? Huh? His past with you, your vows, and the four years that only belong to you." Years?"

A series of questions came out of Fang Jun's mouth, and it was hard to tell if it was jealousy or anger. If there was no He Wen, Fang Jun would still be that indifferent young man with contempt and disgust on his face, who dislikes everyone.

"I didn't specifically investigate your past, He Wen, believe it or not, I have loved you for many years, so I know everything about you."

He sneered and said, "Shang Jun never married a wife at all, and he never fell in love with anyone in Germany, except you."

Love is a poison, whoever touches it will die.

When he fell in love with this man, he knew that he was finished, and what he would face in the future would be a situation far beyond imagination. He told himself again and again, no matter what the situation was, he had to stay calm.

However, it was only at that moment that I realized that reason is really unreliable.

The cold tone passed by He Wen's ears again and again, and the water molecules in the air froze.

He Wen's face suddenly became furious, like a real beast, he grabbed Fang Jun by the collar and pushed him onto the bed, "Shen, who is 14 to 19 years old, belongs to Shang Jun, and has nothing to do with the current He Wen. "

"Or do you want me to have something to do with him?" Dangerous and maddened arrogance gathered in his delicate eyebrows and eyes that didn't have much lethality.

Fang Jun inserted his fingers into He Wen's hair, feeling the soft hair tip in his palm, "Create a pair of iron chains to lock you at home, okay?" His tone seemed to be joking, but his expression was serious.

"You want to lock me up? It's best to break my legs." He Wen's playful eyes were extremely aggressive.

Covering He Wen's eyes with warm palms, Fang Jun leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "There is fire in your eyes, and you can burn others if you are not careful."

He Wen sneered, and opened his mouth to enclose his lips, grinding his teeth intimately, touching his tongue unpreparedly, and greeted a warm response.

Sooner or later, this topic will be brought up by someone, the expected ending.

Between the past and the present, there are countless memories passing between the two, and it is impossible for Shang Jun to intervene between them again.

In the morning, Uncle Wu came and brought the soup, which didn't taste very good. He Wen frowned and drank it all, but the corners of his lips were still curled up.

Qiu Lang called to report the progress of the filming to Fang Jun. He didn't dare to call He Wen directly. He had been having nightmares for the past few days. In his dreams, He Wen was covered in blood that day. Scarier than the devil.

"I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." He Wen lowered his head and was playing a mobile game. Qiu Lang on the other end of the phone overheard him. He swallowed his saliva, "Fang Jun, how is Brother Wen's injury?"

Glancing at the serious man who quickly swiped his fingers across the phone screen, Fang Jun pressed the corner of his lips, "It's nothing serious."

"That's good, everyone in the group is very worried." Qiu Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and said some questions about the script that needs to be revised later.

He Wen was still playing the game, he didn't take his eyes off the phone, and said in a tone of no room for refusal, "Fang Jun, wait a few days before you leave the hospital."

"Although the shot just brushed your ear, I don't worry. If it poses a threat to hearing, it can be detected and treated as soon as possible."

He Wen didn't get a response, He Wen pressed the pause button, raised his eyes, and bumped into a pair of eyes shining with passionate emotions, "Be good, be obedient, don't make me worry."

The effect of this sentence was surprisingly great. Fang Jun looked at him and hummed meekly.

It was already afternoon when He Wen appeared in Song Ziyu's ward again, and the sunset in the sky was beautiful, dyeing the floating clouds red.

Song Ziyu leaned against the head of the bed, the button of the hospital gown near the neck was not buttoned, revealing a small piece of firm skin and a slippery Adam's apple, on which there were still a few deep purple tooth marks.

He Wen licked his lips excitedly, and Agni's eyes narrowed immediately, "I've used sex to seduce you, are you serious?"

"It can be true." Song Ziyu moved his hand from He Wen's shoulder to his waist, without stopping, and it was still going down.

Men can't stand being teased, and they are still rare existences that can make the thing below hard. Song Ziyu blatantly provoked He Wen's desire, and didn't ask whether it was to change the subject or why, but in the eyes of the other party The intense heat can make He Wen feel hot all over.

He showed his white teeth, and his evil smile could send a chill down the back of a person.

"Then let me see your sincerity."