King of home technology

The distance from end to end of a couch.The child is less than two meters.

Holding the phone in one hand, Chen Guang slowly turned his face around, staring at Mo Guangxia motionlessly.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window was projected on his face, and the thick eyelashes formed a small shadow, completely hiding his eyes in the darkness.

However, the tightly pursed lips can still be seen clearly. It is a kind of austerity and coldness that Mo Guangxia has never seen before, like the sharp ice layer presented by the fracture of ice rock.

Even the passage of time can be heard being cut.

He just looked at Mo Guangxia who was sitting next to him, his gaze was like cosmic rays projected from hundreds of thousands of light-years away.

Arriving at the landing, with a huge radiation source, causing someone to almost slide off the sofa with their legs weak.

Just when he was convinced that he would faint from shock if he was watched for a second longer, Chen Guang suddenly smiled softly.

The tense atmosphere in the air was broken because of the extra arc drawn by the corners of his raised mouth!

"Okay, I see. Thank you for letting me know." He greeted the phone intermittently, and then hung up.

"Editor Mo, do you watch the evening news every day?"

"Ah?...Eh?" A certain person was taken aback by his inexplicable question, and then shook his head, "I don't have this habit. Usually, when the news is broadcast, I'm still not off work."

"En." Chen Guang nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled lightly, "He is really a good editor who is dedicated to his work and loves his post."

As he spoke, he touched the remote control of the TV from the coffee table and pressed the switch.

The 46-inch LCD screen lights up instantly, illuminating the slightly dark room at dusk.

Before that, Mo Guangxia once thought that this TV was just a decoration.At least in the few months he had been dealing with Chen Guang, he had never seen the TV turned on.He even teased Lao Chen and other friends that the wallpaper manufacturer should design a background wallpaper with a flat-screen three-dimensional LCD TV for a customer group like Chenguang.

However, when the news screen jumped out, how much he hoped that the above was not a joke made by him.

During the few hours when he came to Chenguang's house to receive the phone call, the incident of plagiarism on the Internet had another unexpected development.

In response to Chen Guang's motive for plagiarism, it was revealed that he was seriously ill and had exhausted his talents.

At the same time, the detailed case records were also exposed for comparison with the photos of Chen Guang being secretly photographed entering and leaving the hospital with a pale face.

This is undoubtedly the most lethal weapon against those who resolutely defend Chen Guang.

The news broke the news that according to the reporter's statistics before the publication, the comments against Chenguang on the Internet have already taken an overwhelming advantage... The brand-name audio equipment purchased by Chenguang made the sound of the news broadcast form a wonderful subtle echo in the empty living room.At this moment, Mo Guangxia only felt that every weak vibration of the sound wave was like a sharp dagger piercing his throat.

In addition to shortness of breath, the first loss is the language function.He looked at the other party with a pale face, unable to speak a word.

"Editor Mo, do you have anything to explain?" Chen Guang leaned back into the sofa and crossed one of his long legs.

At any time, his gestures are elegant and decent like that of the aristocratic hero in classical British novels, but the smile on his face is in vain.

"..."

Mo Guangxia hesitated to speak.In fact, he has long been speechless.

Chen Guang didn't seem to really need to explain, he just paused for a short while, and smiled creepily with his chin propped up.

"About plagiarism, I heard about it three days ago... At that time, my first reaction was that someone framed me. I asked myself to think calmly, because anyone who deliberately engages in such tricks must have his own Purpose. In human society, this purpose can be simply summed up into two types—fame or profit.”

Glancing at him meaningfully, the man continued to speak slowly, "These two things have nothing to do with you from any point of view. So from the beginning, you were not among the objects of suspicion. Although apart from me Myself, you are the only one who has access to my original manuscripts and is fully capable of disassembling them and compiling them into different articles..."

In this way, Mo Guangxia didn't feel relieved, but his heart became more depressed.

Based on his understanding of the man in front of him, he has always had the kind of personality that doesn't talk nonsense.Such a long list of my own reasoning process must have something to say.

Secretly clenching his fists, he held his breath and waited for the moment when the words behind the man turned into bullets that pierced his chest... Unfortunately, this kind of waiting can't last long.

Chen Guang's deep voice sounded along with the heavy thunder rolling outside the window, "If it wasn't for that phone call just now... Even if I read the news, even if I know that you are the only one who understands my condition from beginning to end, I still don't know what to do. will doubt you..."

The tone of a few turning points in a row pushed the only listener in the room to an isolated island surrounded by enemies.

"However, the private detective I entrusted the district to investigate this matter just called. During the routine investigation, he happened to find out that there was a considerable amount of remittance in your bank account out of thin air this morning, and The source is unknown...can you explain to me the origin of this money?"

"What?! How could you drag me in like this? The money is obviously the publishing income that the publishing house sent me!"

A certain person seemed to be shocked by his overtones, and immediately spit out explanations one after another, "Could it be that you suspect that I stole your manuscript and sell it for money?"

"Selling money is second to none, right?" Chen Guang gritted his teeth and asked clearly and slowly, whether it was because of sadness or anger, "You chased me to death because of Xiao Chengzhuo, right?"

It's Xiao Chengzhuo again, why even his job scope is entangled with this man... Why do you have to drag me into the water!

"What does it have to do with him?!" His originally clear and bewildered eyes instantly turned sharp, "I'm sorry for letting you make up the story for nothing, my feelings for that man are not as deep as you imagined, deep enough to enjoy his exclusive favor , just do something like this!"

"Then why are you with him?"

"..." He was suddenly stopped by the question, and a void rose in his heart.

As far as he is concerned, if he has no feelings for a person, it is absolutely impossible to keep a kind of news with the other person that is still unclear after a year.

So what exactly is Xiao Chengzhuo to him?A long-term bed partner?Such a statement is somewhat contrary to his will, after all, that handsome man gave him far more comfortable experiences in life than in bed.

So is a default life partner?Would such an explanation be too serious?He just lives every day according to his own wishes, and never thinks about too serious issues such as lifelong events, so it is even more difficult to draw conclusions.

In such a confused choice, he was irritated by his own uncertainty, "Forget it, you can say whatever you like, except for the previous explanation of possessiveness..."

"Oh? It's nothing to do with possessiveness?" Chen Guang raised his eyebrows with great interest, "Then what are you planning with Xiao Chengzhuo? Is it for his money? Or is it for sex?"

"Why do you always misinterpret my meaning, I'm not... um..."

Mo Guangxia's defense suddenly disappeared.A different reading experience, the man has already stretched out his hand, clasped his chin firmly and kissed it.

Different from the half-joking teasing before, this time the soft lips rolled over firmly and deepened the angle of the kiss.

This kind of kiss came too hastily, it had nothing to do with the tenderness of lust, it was more like a simple violence.

When the hot tongue tip of the other party spread along the smooth curve of the neck to the collarbone, the numbness made him tremble all over, and he subconsciously used his elbows to push away the man pressing on him.

"Chenguang, are you crazy?! What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Fuck you." Gritting his teeth, the man grabbed his slender but not weak arm again, and pressed him down on the couch again while he was slightly dazed, "Since it's not Out of true feelings, I can afford it no matter if it's money or happiness. I won't let you stay by Xiao Chengzhuo's side anymore..."

"What does it have to do with him..." Confused by his logic, Mo Guangxia struggled instinctively, "Chen Guang, we need to talk..."

"There's nothing to say." Tightening the arms that restrained his slender waist, Chen Guang narrowed his cold eyes, and kissed his moist lips fiercely again.

"Bastard..." During the chaotic tearing, Mo Guangxia heard the sound of shirt buttons falling into the crack of the sofa, and his heart suddenly became clear.

From the very beginning, it wasn't that there was no reason to reject this man, but he was always restrained by worries about the other party's illness.

The so-called "a soldier who mourns must be defeated".

Now look at such a rude and crazy man, how does he look like a dying patient?It was clearly a mad beast.

Moreover, the other party also said something that he couldn't bear the most - "Mo Guangxia, you smell like Xiao Chengzhuo..."

His eyes widened in horror.

Strenuously turning his head to avoid the stormy kisses, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched the man's beautiful side face with a punch.

This punch really used up all the strength in his body, and Chen Guang suddenly raised his face after being hit by it, and touched his instantly red and swollen wound in surprise.

"you……"

"What are you?" Mo Guangxia took advantage of the brief breath of air to sit up carefully, and raised his hand to tidy up his shirt that had lost all buttons, "If you are in heat, please find a consumer place that provides services, or go directly to I have no objection to looking for Xiao Chengzhuo. But please figure out who you are, I am me and he is him, don't confuse them."

"Also..." Pushing away the man who was straddling him and looking down at him coldly, he walked towards the door angrily, "As for the plagiarism, I don't know, but whether it is going to be sued in court or in private I'll stay with you until the end. But I think we'll at least..."

Without even looking at him, the man who covered his face and collapsed on the sofa interrupted him coldly, "Get out."

This sentence is really desirable.Mo Guangxia immediately stopped talking about the topic, slammed the door and left without looking back.

When he walked out of the door of the apartment with mixed feelings of sorrow and hatred, he suddenly realized that it was already pouring rain outside.

The cold wind carrying water vapor gradually calmed down the chaotic mood, and he just realized that he was only wearing a shirt.

He slammed the door angrily just now, and even forgot his coat at Chen Guang's house.

The car keys, door keys, wallet and mobile phone are all left there, but now he will definitely not go upstairs to get them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling that the time just now was too abnormal.The weird atmosphere, the man's indescribable anger or sadness, the inhumane past with Xiao Chengzhuo...all made him feel extremely dangerous.

The open front of the shirt is no longer enough to expose the body, and just now he was annoyed at the man's sentence "you smell like Xiao Chengzhuo", but now he feels that there is nothing to be angry about.

Even if he went back and asked Xiao Chengzhuo, he would probably only get vague answers.

Taking a deep breath, he ducked into the rain.

"Guangxia, how did you do this?" Xiao Chengzhuo opened the door, looking at someone who was drenched and trembling, very shocked.

"I..." Mo Guangxia opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Warm orange light leaked from the open door, and the warm air blowing against the face dispelled the chill.

The light-colored home clothes of the man who opened the door for him exuded the fragrance of fabric softener, and his concern and tenderness were evident in his eyes looking at him who was in a mess.

After being together for so long, he seems to have only now confirmed what this man makes him most dependent on.It was a kind of inner stability, as if no matter how hard the wind and rain were outside, it would not be able to get under the roof of this man.

"Cheng Zhuo, I..."

"You lost your car keys and forgot to bring your umbrella. No matter how many times I told you, I thought I was too wordy. Now I know that it is very difficult to take a taxi at such a time and such weather." Xiao Chengzhuo smiled calmly, and stretched out his hand to pull him away. near the house.

"Go take a shower, or you'll catch a cold."

When he dried his hair and came out of the bathroom, what awaited him was a cup of steaming ginger tea.

"Sit down and drink slowly." Xiao Chengzhuo handed the teacup into his hand, sat beside him and pulled him into his arms, "I'm afraid you'll catch the cold, so I added a few more slices of ginger. The taste may be a bit strong, but take all Finish drinking."

"..." Feeling the tenderness that belonged to him wholeheartedly, it is rare for someone to snuggle up in a familiar embrace obediently, sipping the spicy and rich hot tea in small sips, the bitterness and unwillingness gradually lingering with the heat orbital.

The warm and spring-like interior is full of serene tranquility.

"Chengzhuo... that..."

After drinking the cup of tea, he spoke with difficulty.As for explaining or justifying, he himself couldn't tell.

"Hey, don't say anything. You must be tired after being caught in the rain. Rest early, and you will have a brighter future." Xiao Chengzhuo pressed his head to his chest, and gently rubbed his hair with his chin.

Mo Guangxia raised his face and gazed at him gratefully.

This man really loves him.Different from the superficial form of daily flower cards with sweet words, Xiao Chengzhuo's love is more inclined to a restrained expression.Never push for answers forcefully, give him enough space.

Corresponding to this is a kind of pure trust and tolerance beyond imagination.

That night, he fell asleep in such self-satisfaction.In his sleep, he vaguely felt someone's fingers caressing his cheek gently, like a warm spring breeze... But when he opened his eyes the next morning, tears suddenly flowed down his face.

"What should I do? I don't want to go to work anymore." He buried his head in the pillow, his distressed tone was like a child pretending to be sick and skipping school.

"If you don't want to go, don't go, I'll support you." Xiao Chengzhuo patted him on the shoulder through the quilt.

"It will cost a lot of money to raise me..."

"It's okay, I can make money..."

"I have nothing to repay you."

"No, you can just promise yourself."

... What is marriage?

Two people who love each other stay together for a long time, eating together to pass the boring time, ordinary conversations, a harmless joke, each other solves problems. ... In addition, there should be a tacit understanding that does not require verbal notification.

Maybe many years later, Mo Guangxia will still remember such a sentence. To him, it carries all the meaning of love to him.

That was Xiao Chengzhuo's sigh when he was half asleep and half awake—"Guangxia, if you don't want to tell when you're sad, will I know about it?"

After clicking on a row of news pages about the Chenguang plagiarism incident on the browser, Xiao Chengzhuo stretched out his hands to rub the sore brows.

There is no official statement about this matter so far, and rumors are everywhere, and Shuojin's words are more vivid than one.

Presumably the one in the family who was sullen and absent-minded all day was also implicated.

If you get to the bottom of it yourself, you will definitely embarrass the other party.Now that things are going on, shouldn't we seek some explanation from the other party?

Taking the mobile phone aside, the setting of the shortcut keys has not had time to change.Just press the number 1 to dial the number he already knows by heart.

But what should I say when I get through it?

Isn't there a relationship between them that only questioned each other?

"Mr. Xiao, this is the faxed invitation card just received. How do you reply?" The assistant knocked on the door suddenly and put an invitation letter on the table.

Xiao Chengzhuo quickly scanned it before his eyes, and couldn't help frowning slightly, "Nian Sheng's solo exhibition? Our company has no business relationship with him, and I don't know him personally well, why would you think of inviting me."

"Mr. Xiao, look at the signature of the inviter..." the assistant reminded softly, "This solo exhibition is sponsored by Mr. Jin from Shengyun."

"Oh, that's how it is...but when did President Jin get involved in the field of art?"

"Mr. Xiao, you don't know about this." The little assistant blinked, pretending to be mysterious, "It is said that this handsome young illustrator, Nian Sheng, has been 'close friends' with the bosses of many companies..."

The author has something to say: Alas, the central nervous antitussives made me dizzy.I still have to worry about filling in the hole, is it easy for me?If all the beauties don’t leave a message, it’s really embarrassing. TT Speaking of which, the medicine this time really has the effect of being drunk, it is estimated that chronic bronchitis will not be cured in the long run, and I will also be sent for overuse of sedative drugs Those who entered the drug rehabilitation center == GN who added my scarf must have seen this article-"The most powerful scene in H7 is when you look back in the middle of the movie and see the two men next door clasping their fingers."

This time, because of the various busy schedules at the end of the year, I dragged "Let the Bullets Fly" to the next stage, so I rushed into the cinema with the technology king.I suddenly found that there were two men coming together on my left == Before the movie started, the technology emperor ran out to buy a water storage bag and left me alone in the seat. Unexpectedly, the opening trailer was actually the number one horror movie in the Lunar New Year file "Midnight Scary".People who have never watched horror movies angrily flipped the table over. In the darkness, the man on the left threw himself on the shoulder of the other with a low "ah"... The technology emperor has not returned yet. Facing all kinds of scary scenes played on the ultra-wide screen with a stiff body... the heart is silent~~o(>_<)o~~