King of home technology

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This guy just looked weak, Mo Guangxia was so angry that his face turned pale, and it took him a long time to get over it.

"Xiao Chengzhuo!!!" He gritted his teeth and shouted, "I've never heard of men having children."

"How is it impossible?" Xiao Chengzhuo's eyes flashed teasingly, but he still held his chin calmly and spoke obscenely, "I work hard every day in your body, so there should be some harvest, right?"

"..." A certain person was once again rendered speechless by this rascal's argument.

"What's wrong? You're not pregnant?" The man elongated his voice meaningfully, and the man quickly smiled.Just a short distance away, he stretched out his hand and pulled him back to the bed, and the next moment, he had turned over and pressed him up.

"Guangxia... that will always be there, we will continue to work hard..."

"Is your ancestry from Ethiopia? Why do you always look like a starving ghost reincarnated?"

His expression was full of doubts and impatience towards the man's logic, and he mercilessly separated the man's approaching cheeks, "I'm serious."

"Tell me..." With a smile that stretched his brows, Xiao Chengzhuo's facial features looked even more bewitching and charming in the bright morning light, but without any hesitation, his fingertips directly penetrated into the hem of his nightgown and stroked his sensitive back.

"Hmm..." Anger turned into anger, as soon as Mo Guangxia's vitals were touched, a tingling electric current surged from Mo Guangxia's body, and he couldn't use any real strength to push the palm on the opponent's chest.

Damn Xiao Chengzhuo, it's okay to be on a whim once in a while, but every time he starts by touching his back! ... What's wrong with playing addicted?

"Guangxia..." The man above suppressing him let out a low laugh, curled up his knees that squeezed into his legs, rubbed the burning heat on his head with ulterior motives, and raised his eyebrows viciously, "I found that you don't like this This kind of semi-forced foreplay...it's extra special..."

"You... um..." Despite his rich experience and reading countless people, someone was still blushed by such a meaningful teasing.Before he could escape the words of reprimand, his two well-shaped lips were kissed.The flexible tip of the man's tongue didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, and then he entangled deeply... After the incisiveness and incisiveness of the past, a certain divine beast lay exhausted on the bed with a full face.

"Xiao Chengzhuo, I found that in comparison, I would rather be pregnant..."

"How do you say it?" The refreshed man leaning on the bed raised his eyes and looked over.

Without even thinking about it, Mo Guangxia blurted out, "At least when you're pregnant, you won't have to deal with your sexual outburst anytime, anywhere for nearly a year."

"Oh? Who instilled you with this kind of nonsense?" Xiao Chengzhuo pretended to be surprised, took his hand and put the slender fingertips on his lips and kissed it softly, "It's only the first three months. ... As long as you don't overwhelm the baby at other times, you can do whatever you want..."

"Xiao Chengzhuo, you can be a little more obscene!" A certain person threw off the opponent's hand angrily.

As a result, the hand that had just regained its freedom was grabbed again, and Xiao Chengzhuo pulled her into his arms, lowered his eyes and gently kissed his forehead, "Okay, I won't tease you. Didn't you have something to say just now?" ?”

After he asked such a question, a certain person remembered why he had "thrown himself into a trap" just now, and fell silent.

"What's the matter, what's the trouble? Do you need help?" Seeing that he didn't answer, the man urged him again.

It's trouble!Big trouble!For him, it is even more troublesome than 2012 being moved a week earlier! ! !

Compared with this matter, he would rather warm Xiao Chengzhuo's bed 24 hours a day, 368 days a year... Stretching out his hands to rub the sore brows, he tried his best to restore his stiff expression to nature, "I just closed Got an email about..."

"Harvey Nichols is coming to China to open a directly-operated store?" Xiao Chengzhuo continued the second half of the sentence with an expression that everything was expected.

"What?! How did you know?" The man's answer was as if a thunderbolt hit his head on a sunny day, and a certain divine beast straightened up from his embrace, widening its suspicious eyes.

"What's so strange?" Amused by his surprise, Xiao Chengzhuo stretched out his hand to flick his forehead, "I'm his friend too, okay?"

Uh...that's right...Xiao Chengzhuo, Chen Guang...he was tired of dealing with a candle burning at both ends, and that monster Harvey Nichols came to make trouble again.

He can't just stay in that haunted manor in Venice, eating, sleeping, and making clothes when he has nothing to do... If he is too busy, he can also exercise his sphincter and have sex with his handsome brother who is equivalent to BT every now and then. ?

"Honey, I'm going to China to open up the market, and the first stop is City S. I haven't seen you for a long time, you must miss me too? I will contact you when I arrive."

Recalling the weird "" at the end of the email, the hairs on someone's body suddenly stood up.

God, you are cheating!

I cried silently [-] times in my heart, and someone fell into an extremely desperate situation.

People often choose to be an ostrich when they encounter unsolvable difficulties.

With the idea of ​​out of sight and out of mind, he left the glorious mission of receiving Harvey Nichols to Xiao Chengzhuo.

The moment he accepted the entrustment, the fleeting hesitation in the eyes of the other party suddenly gave him a pleasure of revenge.

After that, no matter how many times Harvey Nichols called to express his dissatisfaction, he always declined the invitation to meet on the grounds that he was very busy.In a sense, Chen Guang's home has become his temporary refuge.

Even Chen Guang raised his head countless times between writing manuscripts and asked: "Is it because you are no longer a man? You can't bear the loneliness of spending long nights alone in the empty boudoir, and want to develop me into your new goal?"

Then, without waiting for someone who stared wide-eyed to fight back, he turned his head and said quietly: "I advise you to save yourselves, and declare in advance that you are not my type."

As a result, someone was relieved after hearing the phrase "You are not my type", and even more brazenly sneaked into this spacious and bright apartment with complete security facilities.

Anyway, he has the key given to him by Chen Guang, and he can be unimpeded at any time.Until the end, when Chen Guang, who had been interviewed by a TV station, returned home at one o'clock in the morning, he saw a sleepy person lying on the sofa in the living room, looked at him for a long time with a surprised look like meeting him for the first time, and quietly asked One sentence, "Are you forcing me to change the locks?"

Someone blinked, and then lay back down, "Anyway, your house is so big, it's too cold for you to live alone, you need someone to warm you..."

As soon as he said that, he buried his face in the soft and fluffy cushion of the sofa and continued his date with Zhou. Of course, he didn't notice that the man standing in the dim light of the entrance took a deep breath. His handsome face sank into the chaotic thoughts. His brows and eyes naturally lowered.

Hidden in the deep pupils under the thick eyelashes is a loneliness that is lonelier than the night outside the window.

The biggest advantage of personal monitoring is that it can supervise Chenguang to deliver the manuscript as soon as possible.Contrary to the uproar in the first serialization, the second serialization was sent to the publishing house for review very early, and then it was printed in type and placed on the shelves of new books in major bookstores on time.

After the first printing of 30 volumes was sold out quickly, the major bookstores eager to ask for a supplementary file almost exploded the phone calls of the publishing house.

In the street discussions, such comments can be heard everywhere - "Chenguang has changed his style again this time, he writes each style so smoothly, he is really talented!"

"Yeah, how did he become so emotional and gentle this time... Seeing the paragraph he wrote at the end, I almost cried out."

"...During these days, I couldn't restrain a frequent thought from exploding in my mind - before my world collapsed at the not-too-distant end, who else would be willing to risk everything to accompany me , share the countdown love in life...will it be you?"

Mo Guangxia closed the book and took a deep breath.

In the eyes of him who knew nothing in the past, these hypocritical sentences that could be passed by "pretending to be thirteen" could be completely ignored after he learned the truth about what happened to that man.

He raised his head, and saw the profile of Chen Guang who was writing in front of the desk.

The handsome facial features seemed a little indifferent due to excessive concentration, as if he was troubled by the choice of words and sentences in a certain place, and he frowned and recited silently repeatedly with his lips moving.

Observing each other's every nuanced expression, he even felt that it would be great if time could stop here.The young man in front of him really shouldn't have disappeared into this world too soon... "Hey, Chen Guang. It's time for you to eat something." He looked up at the wall clock on the wall—three o'clock in the afternoon. "You've already stayed up all night plus most of the day... It's impossible to finish the manuscript at once, your body..."

"Shut up. You've lost all your inspiration." Reflexively refusing, Chen Guang didn't turn his head back, "How can you explain to readers if your writing isn't good? Do you think everyone is as thick-skinned as you..."

"..." Mo Guangxia's venomous tongue twitched the corners of his lips again, and he couldn't help cursing himself in his heart for meddling in his own business, it really wasn't worth the effort to worry about such a person.

"Okay, whatever you want. If you write it dead, I won't be with me..." Before he could complain, the man in front of him suddenly covered his forehead tremblingly, and the pen in his hand slipped to the floor.

Dazed for a moment, he reacted suddenly, rushed to the other side from the reclining chair, and supported the trembling shoulder, "Chenguang?! You have a headache again, don't you?!"

In just an instant, all the blood had faded from the man's face.His forehead was covered with fine cold sweat in an instant, his whole body was twitching and he couldn't speak a complete sentence, "Quick...the medicine in the drawer in the bedroom..."

"Oh, good! Hold on!!!" Mo Guangxia helped him lie down on the recliner, and rushed to the bedroom to get the medicine.

Although he had encountered the same situation before, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

Compared with the night of his birthday more than ten days ago, Chen Guang's attack this time seems to be more serious.

I still remember that more than ten days ago, he hung up the call with Xiao Chengzhuo and then witnessed the violent whole process of the man angrily slapping the birthday cake on the face of the persistent courier, and then kicking the door hard to close it.

He watched helplessly as the high-end anti-theft door worth tens of thousands of dollars made a dull protest and then trembled twice after being hit hard. It took a long time before he asked, "Today...is also your...birthday?"

However, the other party did not answer him.Chen Guang's body with his back turned to him suddenly shook a few times, and suddenly fell down without warning... Chen Guang seemed to be in a better state that time than this time, at least when he was also in a hurry, he could still maintain his rationality and roar out a sentence "Don't call an ambulance! Do you want to make a scene known to everyone!!!" Unlike this time, even asking him to help find medicine couldn't make a complete sentence.

After he got home, he checked relevant information, and it was obvious that this frequent and severe headache was a sign of the brain tumor getting worse.

There was a lot of noise in his head, and all his rationality had long been torn apart. When he grabbed the small bottle containing powerful painkillers in the back of the drawer, he overwhelmed the entire drawer with excessive force because of anxiety. on the ground.

The scattered items inside crackled and fell all over the floor, and a few cards that looked like postcards finally danced and landed on the messy debris.

Looking at the writing on the top one inadvertently, his whole body froze like a statue in Madame Windsor's Wax Museum.

To be precise, those cards are all of the same type - birthday cards.

The one unfolded under his sight was made of noble white special paper with bronzing texture.On it is written a short blessing in complicated and beautiful cursive English - "idolae, happy birthday!"