Above, please use some force

He Wen was lying on the conference table with his legs up in the sky, moving lazily, with a contented smile on his face.

Wiping off the liquid on the table with a tissue, Fang Jun exhaled, took his coat and went over to put it on the man lazily lying on the table.

"Tired," he stroked the wet hair on his forehead and said softly, "I'll carry you out." Not seeking advice, but making a decision on his own.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, hooked Fang Jun's neck and licked his lips, sat up with an evil smile, "Don't mess with me, or..."

He didn't say anything about the latter part, but just glanced at Fang Jun's pants with an ambiguous look.

Fang Jun smiled lightly, and in front of He Wen, put down the shirt in the belt to cover the pants that were still stretched out, "Your hands and feet will be weak this time."

Song Ziyu, who was tidying his clothes next to him, also looked at the provocative man upon hearing the words, but saw a lazy smile on the other's lips, narrowing his eyes slightly, like a lion full of food on the grassland, spit out words that can burn people, " Not so much."

Embarrassment and helplessness flashed across the faces of the two men almost at the same time.

"Go to eat." He Wen jumped off the table, Meifeng twisted imperceptibly, and soon disappeared. He put on his coat and scratched his sweaty hair.

Behind him, Fang Jun and Song Ziyu looked at each other, packed up the conference table expressionlessly, and followed.

When passing by the tea room, He Wen heard loud laughter inside, stopped in his footsteps, and when he walked over, he saw Yu Bao lying on the table laughing so hard that he was about to cramp.

"Brother Wen." Seeing He Wen, several employees immediately restrained their smiles and greeted him.

Yu Bao wiped away the tears from his eyes, opened his eyes instantly, and sniffed He Wen like a puppy, and Fang Jun and Song Ziyu did the same.

Everyone saw the wonderful expression on her face, and then she gave He Wen an unusually wretched smile, "Hey, isn't it cool?"

He Wen sneered, grabbed Yu Bao's body vigorously and dragged her away, and all the employees along the way heard howling like a pig being slaughtered.

In a restaurant opposite the company, three men and a woman were eating, and there was no sound of panting on the table.

Yu Bao stared wide-eyed and watched Comrade Fang Jun, the manager who definitely scored 90 points in her heart, rummaged through the plate of braised fish, and put all the meat from the belly of the fish into He Wen's bowl.

Then she scooped up a small bowl of pork rib soup and put it next to the man. She was careful, the ribs that Comrade Fang chose were all neatly cut, and none of the ribs had sharper broken bones on them.

She stared blankly at the man who was so spoiled, is this really scientific...

Gu Long swallowed, Yu Bao secretly glanced at the man on his left, who was just lowering his eyes to eat the food, occasionally raised his eyes to look at the man next to him, his eyes were calm and focused.

Yu Bao bit his chopsticks and shook his head. Sure enough, Brother Song didn't have the attributes of a wife...

"Brother Wen, I heard from Xiao Liu that something happened at Wangxiang Garden." Seeing that all eyes were on her, Yu Bao quickly finished chewing the food in his mouth, "Well, I have a friend who runs The style and layout of the restaurant in Wangxiang Garden are a bit similar, do you want to go and have a look? "

"Send me the address." Fang Jun frowned and said lightly.

Yu Bao twitched the corner of his mouth, and let out an oh, but he was mad inside, damn it, it's all about this, isn't it obvious enough?Why is it so difficult to miss a day of work? !

After eating, He Wen and Fang Jun went to the restaurant according to the address provided by Yu Bao. It was indeed very good, and the atmosphere was more classic and peaceful than Wangxiang Garden.

At that moment, Fang Jun asked the person in charge of the restaurant to negotiate and sign the contract as soon as possible.

"The Third Kind of Love" stops filming for one day, and the funds will be lost for one day. Fang Jun is the most urgent in the whole company. He needs to know the specific situation of everyone on the crew, from small meals to three meals a day, to investment. Dealing with merchants.

Perhaps in his view, the company is He Wen's everything, and He Wen is his everything.

So he had to try his best to get the most benefits for the company, share the man's worries, and try his best to protect him.

People are selfish, and he is not a saint.

On this day, He Wen saw Yang Lin again, and seeing him walking towards him with a heavy face, he felt an urge to kick him.

The criminal case had nothing to do with him, but there were strange signs that involved him, as if there was an existence in the dark waiting for him to go mad.

"Don't show the expression that you want to eat me, and I don't want to see you." Yang Lin opened the information bag in his hand and found a piece of paper. On the paper was a pencil sketch. year old woman.

"Do you know this woman?"

"I don't know, I only have an impression of men." The light-colored lips raised a playful arc, He Wen raised his eyebrows, and his tone was slightly raised, "A man who can make me sexually interesting."

Yang Lin's facial muscles twitched. He has no interest in entertainment reports, but his younger sister is more interested in gossip about celebrities. The man in front of him was often mentioned at the dinner table, including his alternative sexual orientation, as well as his unique arrogance and bohemianism. .

He does not have any strong discrimination against homosexuals, after all, any relationship is worthy of respect.

"Her name is Wang He, a cleaner in Huasheng, and her body was dismembered in the suburb of Guangping in the southern district." Yang Lin saw the inquiry in the man's eyes, and his eyes locked on the expression on the other's face, "The limbs of the deceased were mutilated Dismembered and cut into pieces, the murderer was extremely cruel, either deeply vengeful or psychologically distorted."

He Wen raised his eyebrows, and then glanced at the sketch on the paper.

"I had a relationship with Wu Tao. Her colleague provided a hot pot restaurant. The waiter and owner of that restaurant can testify. They said that they once saw a man flirting with Wang He in the restaurant."

After Yang Lin finished speaking, he looked deeply at He Wen, "On April 25 last year, because that day was the boss's wedding anniversary, he was very impressed, and his wife is your movie fan."

"Officer Yang, have you read too many mystery novels?" He Wen suppressed the irritability in his heart, and his tone became cold. Damn it, what other messy dick things did He Wen have in the past.

"As a law enforcement officer, I can't express any opinions based on my guesses and so-called sixth sense before the evidence is confirmed." Yang Lin put away the materials, sealed the bag, and raised his head, " During this time, I have to send someone to monitor you, Mr. He, please cooperate with the police."

Calmly analyzing the successive bloody cases in my heart, the conclusions I drew began to be contrary to what I had speculated before. Could it have nothing to do with Feng Qing?Maybe he thought in the wrong direction from the beginning, thus ignoring some details.

He Wen only showed an expression of indifference.

After Yang Lin left, he called Jian Ming, and there was a magnetic voice with a smile on the other end, and it wasn't hard to hear a trace of irritability, "You miss me?"

"Yes." He admitted with an evil smile, He Wen raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "Come pick me up around ten o'clock in the evening."

After hanging up the phone, He Wen clenched his right fist against the center of his eyebrows and hammered a few times, he turned to the text message and edited a text message for Shen Cheng.

Text message content: Help me check the detailed information of Huasheng employees Wang He and Wu Tao.

The phone vibrated, and there was a reply soon, with only one word: OK.

The black pupils became deep, but the depths of the eyes were cold. He Wen sat on the chair and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, there was a monotonous bell ringing in his ears. Looking at the notification of the incoming call, he pressed the answer button, "You where?"

"In the shopping mall." On the other end of the phone, Song Ziyu stood where the bath towels were placed, and glanced coldly at the passers-by. He raised his hand and lowered the peaked cap on his head, "I only have one set of daily necessities at home. Come buy your share."

The fingers tapping on the table stopped for a moment, He Wen curled his lips, "Did I say that I'm going to live with you?"

The breathing on the other end was a little quicker, and the next moment it returned to calm, with a light voice, "What color face towel do you like? The facial cleanser is the same brand as mine, and the toothpaste is..."

"Song Ziyu, are you planning to come to my company to get a fixed salary every month after you terminate the contract with New Vision?"

The young man who was directly called put a blue towel into the cart, and made a phone call while walking, "Since I signed a contract with you, I am your man, always have been."

He Wen chuckled, unable to hear much emotion, "It's best to remember this."

With brisk steps on his slender legs, Song Ziyu took a box of chocolates, paused, and put all the chocolates of different brands on the shelf into the cart, "Your birthday is coming soon."

"It's only March now." He Wen's forehead throbbed with veins.

"Well, it's almost there."

What answered him was the beeping sound from the man ruthlessly hanging up the phone, and Song Ziyu's thin lips were slightly curled up in a pleasant arc.

Being able to piss off that man is more gratifying than winning any award in the acting career, it should be said that it cannot be compared.

Trophies and honors are cold, but men are hot and can bring him warmth.

People passing by all saw the man walking past wearing a beige peaked cap and casual clothes, only showing a thin chin, with a gentle and stern silhouette.

In the evening, when He Wen and Fang Jun had dinner, they mentioned that they would not go back at night. They didn't say it before, but now it seems to be an instinct.

Obviously, Fang Jun noticed the change in He Wen, and the expression on his face became softer, "Tomorrow there will be a diving scene, I will find a substitute, and I will have to test shoot a few times in advance, I need you to watch it on the spot. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

He Wen nodded and ate the food in the bowl. He has a habit of never leaving any food in the bowl. This is probably the only thing left to him during his childhood.

"There is a slight redness and swelling on the place behind you..." Fang Jun ate the vegetables, and said vaguely, "The ointment is in the bag, and I will bring it to you later. It is not suitable for night... not suitable for exercise."

After speaking, Fang Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but smiled wryly and shook his head. In front of this man, his palms would still be sweating nervously.

The fingers pinching the young man's reddish earlobe were warm and moderate, "Fang Jun, do you know what I'm thinking every time I see you turning red here?"

Fang Jun raised his eyelids and stared at He Wen steadfastly.

"I want to fuck you." He leaned over and licked off the grease on Fang Jun's lips. It was his favorite taste of bamboo shoots.

"It's not impossible." Fang Jun slightly parted his lips and let He Wen's tongue plunder him. He curled his lips and smiled, "Wait until the thing under you is ready."

An angry beast, He Wen bit Fang Jun's Adam's apple and sucked, wantonly licking the skin between his lips amidst his painful inhalation.

When it was almost ten o'clock, the crew finished work. He Wen greeted Fang Jun and left the set. As soon as he walked out of the building, he saw a man in a black windbreaker next to a car across the road.

At night, there are only street lights and the front and rear lights of passing vehicles. If it weren't for the opposite sex standing around the car intentionally or unintentionally watching, He Wen would have been hard to recognize.

"Jian Ming, you are standing on the side of the road and posing in such a light posture, do you want to be on the headlines tomorrow?" He Wen walked over and took the cigarette from the other party's mouth casually, sucked it in his own mouth, and exhaled slowly a smoke ring.

The corner of Jian Ming's mouth twitched, but without saying anything, he put the scarf around his neck on He Wen, wrapped his arms around He Wen's waist and kissed him on the forehead.

The car ran into trouble as soon as it left the Mingyang Road in front of the company.

being followed...