Above, please use some force

He Wen's waking up made the entire crew of "Jianghu", as well as those fans, company employees, and everyone's hanging hearts finally fall to the ground.

He found out about Shi Feng's situation a few days later. At that time, he just raised his eyebrows lightly, and he couldn't see how much emotion could be observed on his face.

As if it was agreed, no one mentioned what happened that night in front of He Wen. He would not know about Shi Feng's weird and crazy behavior of cutting his wrist and bleeding that night.

After that, He Wen and Shi Feng never met again until the awards ceremony before the Spring Festival.

He Wen was wearing a black suit with a white shirt inside, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, straight trousers, black leather shoes, finely tailored, and set off his slender body, making him more calm and charming.

His hair was slightly tidied up, his face lost a lot of weight, and his arrogance and sharpness were not reduced by half. Looking at the two men walking beside him, the sternness in his eyes gradually faded, and a smile appeared.

Listening to the nagging voice in his ear, He Wen frowned, "Fang Jun, why are you so verbose now?"

Fang Jun pursed his lips slightly, "Sorry." That's what he said, but he continued to repeat the words several times the next moment.

"Okay, honey, I know Shi Feng has forgotten about me now, don't worry, I'm very busy now, and my butt is even busier." He Wen glanced at the people walking around, and quickly put his hand on Fang Jun's butt I squeezed it as a warning.

Song Ziyu on the side pressed the corners of his mouth, as if he was holding back a smile, "You said the same thing a few days ago, but when you were shopping in the supermarket, a boy came to ask for your phone number. That kid should be underage."

He squinted at Song Ziyu, provocatively, and He Wen curled his lips, "Is this also my fault?"

"No." Song Ziyu collected his expression, made a serious expression, and frowned, "It's our fault."

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched, and he quickened his pace to shake them off.

It's not the first time to walk the red carpet, but this time there are more cameras on both sides. There are many stars with him, and there is basically no chance to cooperate. He Wen joked with the two leading actors of "Jianghu" next to him After a few words, a team of leading actors from "Ghost in a Troubled Times" came up behind them, and someone stepped forward to say hello.

In front of the camera, they maintain the most perfect smiles, the men are elegant and calm, and the women are glamorous.

"After the bombing incident some time ago, the two of you didn't seem to be on the same stage. By doing so, are you deliberately avoiding certain things?" the host asked with a smile.

It seemed to be a casual question, but after seeing He Wen's playful look, her hand holding the microphone tightened imperceptibly.

Shi Feng was wearing a blue suit today, with stern facial features, a youthful and sunny atmosphere, and a tall and strong figure, all of which attracted everyone's attention.

And the few dramas he is starring in now are all favored, and his net worth has soared several times.

That explosion almost faded out of people's observation range, but this time the host suddenly mentioned it, it was really not the best time.

Shi Feng put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, turned his head to look at the man next to him, looked up and down with indifferent gaze, and then retracted it calmly.

"I think everyone pays attention to the "Jiang Hu" led by me, rather than those old things that are old and rotten." He Wen glanced over slightly, and He Wen smiled half-smile, and the corners of his lips curved extremely badly.

The host's expression froze, and he also regretted his abruptness, so he didn't dare to insist anymore. Other actors came over to intervene to break the embarrassing situation.

Shi Feng never communicated with He Wen from the beginning to the end, and He Wen was even less likely to be interested in saying something to him, without even looking at it, he wrote his name on the signature board and passed everyone away.

But Shi Feng didn't leave immediately, he stood there and looked at the wanton and unrestrained name on the signature plate, he subconsciously read out, "He Wen..."

Then he tightly locked his brows, his haughty and indifferent expression changed clearly, for the surge in his heart at that moment.

As managers and assistants, they are not qualified to go in. Fang Jun and Song Ziyu are sitting in the lounge, looking up at the widescreen TV on the wall. With a quick scan, they caught a familiar face, still vicious and wild, even sitting on a chair, it still has a unique attraction.

As soon as the picture changed, the two hosts on the stage teased each other and made a lively atmosphere.

Song Ziyu and Fang Jun couldn't see their lover, so they didn't look any more, they looked away and waited quietly. In fact, it didn't matter whether they won the prize or not.

Compared with Song Ziyu, who has already won the highest award at the domestic film festival, those trophies have accumulated a layer of dust at home, and he has long since replaced them with pictures, all of which are the figures of He Wen's life.

He Wen in the seat leaned back, his back relaxed, his lips slightly raised, with a lazy smile on his face, when he saw Shi Feng walking towards him, he lowered his head and said something to the actor sitting in front of him, Then I saw the actor step aside, and Shi Feng sat down in the other's position.

The seats were dimly lit, some of the actors lowered their voices to talk, some lowered their heads nervously waiting for the next awards, and those nominated and finalists focused all their attention on the stage.

Qiu Lang, who was sitting on He Wen's left, clasped his hands, "Brother Wen, I'm a little nervous."

"I think you're more than a little nervous." Seeing the other party's embarrassment, He Wen mocked and raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't Yu Bao come today?"

"She wanted to come, but I didn't agree." Qiu Lang said in a low voice, "In the past two days, her body reacted very badly, and she vomited up after eating a little. I was worried, so I coaxed her to watch TV at home."

Raising his hand to stroke the hair in front of his forehead, He Wen glanced at him, "I appreciate the behavior of paying for the fare after getting on the bus."

Qiu Lang stroked his hair embarrassingly, coughed, and happiness appeared in his eyes.

The people around me stop and go, and everyone is too busy to pay attention. Maybe if you just try to stop and take a look, you may find surprises.

The beginning between him and Yu Bao was... special, not romantic, but deep enough.

Life is very happy and contented now.

"Brother Wen, I've been forgetting to say thank you to you." Qiu Lang said sincerely, with a grateful smile.

He Wen let out a lazy voice from his nasal cavity, which was regarded as his thank you.

Shi Feng, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned his head. Under the dim light, his eyes seemed a little dim, "When did the "Holding Love" we collaborated with happen?"

Qiu Lang's eyes flashed past Shi Feng with strange eyes. He watched the show on the stage with a look of concentration.

"Can't use Baidu?" He Wen's slightly closed eyes flashed a beastly smile.

Unexpectedly, the anger originally caused by the man's contempt and sarcasm disappeared quickly. Shi Feng suppressed the confusion in his heart and said coldly, "I forgot."

The expression on He Wen's face was obviously displeased, and the voice in his throat was full of malice, "Since I have forgotten it, it means it is just an unimportant matter, and there is no need to remember it again."

Among the actors sitting around, some turned their heads, and their interested eyes flicked over He Wen and Shi Feng.

"He Wen, I should know you, don't I?" Shi Feng asked a question that even he himself found inexplicable. He didn't understand why when he saw this man, he couldn't help wanting to get closer, thinking...

"The winner of the Golden Horse Best Actor Award is..." The host on stage suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "He Wen, the actor of Du Ling in "Jianghu"."

He Wen stood up and walked towards the stage under the envious and blessing eyes of everyone, whether sincere or perfunctory.

In the lounge, Fang Jun and Song Ziyu stood up almost at the same time, looking at the dazzling man on the screen together, they were very proud because he was their lover.

The door of the lounge opened, and the two men who walked in were Shen Cheng and Jian Jian who rushed over.

The waiting reporters looked over one after another, with all kinds of eyes wandering over them, but none of the reporters dared to go forward to ask some gossip, because they had read and heard many bad rumors in the past two years.

In the past, they didn't dare to report the news about the boss of Huasheng, but now there is another patriarch of the Shen family.

In September, large areas of wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

This mountain belongs to Shen's family, it is empty and quiet, looking around, it is full of endless green, blue sky and white clouds, gentle breeze blowing, free and comfortable.

Like the life pursued by the man lying on the hillside, he is unrestrained and can do whatever he wants.

Reaching into the hem of the simple clothes, stroking his body, He Wen's chin rested on his shoulder, breathing the air full of fragrance of flowers and plants.

Jane bowed her head, and kissed his ear, "What did you think about what I told you yesterday? Open another branch on the East Street."

"We don't talk about work today." Looking up, He Wenxie approached with a smile, biting his chin, "Only making love."

Jian Ming laughed lowly, kneading He Wen's buttocks vigorously with his palms through his trousers, the hot and humid tongues of each other tightened and loosened, and they continued to kiss forcefully and lingeringly.

Under the sun, he lowered his blue eyes slightly, smoothed the edges and corners of his handsome face, and kissed the man under him with a focused expression, as if facing the most precious treasure.

"With a condom?" He Wen let out a little voice from the entangled lips of the two, panting, he rubbed against the hard object of Jian Jie's crotch.

Jian Jian took out a bag from his trousers pocket, opened it, and the lemon scent spread out, and He Wen held the transparent cover in his mouth, and moved close to swallow the straight utensil between his legs, moving it little by little until the whole thing was swallowed.

The mouth was filled with the scent of lemons, He Wen licked Jian Jian's nipples, which were wet through the shirt, he chuckled lightly, raised his eyebrows, and his teeth were still grinding harder.

Patting He Wen's raised butt, Jian Jian stepped forward, supported his waist with both hands, sprinted a few times and then lay down on his body to slowly crush him, licking his tongue along his neck and collarbone.

He Wen let out a growling growl from his throat, moaning comfortably, "Do you know why I want you?"

He caressed He Wen's body wantonly with his hands, breathing briefly and heavily, showing a pitiful expression, "Baby, don't say that you are sorry for me, I am afraid that I will suddenly wither."

With a sneer, He Wen wrapped his legs around Jian Jian's waist, arched his back to kiss him, hooked his tongue out and pulled it out, sucking hard, slobbering.

"I'm in love with a fool." He Wen raised the corners of his lips in a mocking arc, and the answer was the man's angry attack.

There is a long stone step behind the hillside. Jian Ming carried He Wen up step by step. The shirt on his upper body was intact, but slightly messy, without the restraint of a belt. The hem of the clothes stopped a little above the hips, which could not block the naked scenery below.

Both of them had many hickey marks on their Adam's apples, their foreheads were sweating, and their lower bodies were closely pressed against each other. Following their footsteps, they bumped up one after another. He Wen squinted his eyes and licked his concise tongue, wriggling his small mouth. Spewing strands of silver thread, wrapped in simple hot utensils, gradually wet the black bush.

At the other end of the stone steps, Shen Cheng, Fang Jun, and Song Ziyu stood there waiting.