Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

"You...you mean..." He Xiang opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"That's right." He Zihuai stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled suit jacket slowly, "Gong Cheng is abroad now, whether it's inciting people or plotting rebellion, now is the best time."

"Mr. He, do you think you are sending these photos privately to the elders, or am I?"

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Country M.sunny.

Gong Cheng had just got off the plane, his limbs were still a little stiff from sitting for more than ten hours, he dragged his suitcase and walked towards the exit with the flow of people.

"Gong!"

From a long distance away, Alan saw the tall and eye-catching Gong Cheng in the crowd at a glance. He waved his hand and called him excitedly.

Gong Cheng frowned slightly, because he knew what Alan was thinking, so he didn't want to have any contact with Alan other than work, but the other party's thoughts were obviously completely opposite to his.

"Revisiting the old place, I have to come to welcome you anyway." Alan's dazzling blond hair was shining, and he brushed the broken hair by his ear with his hand, very coquettishly, "Gong, I have already arranged everything for you, follow I'm fine."

With that said, Alan stretched out his hand, wanting to pull Gongcheng's suitcase.

Gong Cheng turned sideways, avoiding Alan's arm without hesitation, and even mercilessly withdrew the three-point smile that had been hanging on his face for a long time.

"No, I've already arranged it."

After finishing speaking, Gong Cheng took out his mobile phone and made a call. After confirming the location with the other party, he waved at Alan: "The driver is waiting for me in the parking lot, let's go first."

But just as Gong Cheng took a step, his wrist was firmly grasped by Alan.

"Gong, I know you have a boyfriend now, but is it really necessary to have such a relationship with me? Or, are you so afraid of being alone with me because you're afraid you won't be able to control what you'll do to me?"

When Alan said this, his amorous eyes kept sticking to Gong Cheng's face, wishing to kiss this man all over with those seductive eyes.

But Gong Cheng laughed, as if he heard some funny joke.

"You're thinking too much." Gong Cheng withdrew his hand and shook his head lightly, "I think it should be common sense for a man with a family to keep a distance from someone who is interested in him."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Alan narrowed his eyes and looked at Gong Cheng's back, showing an inexplicable smile.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the other party at all that Alan took out his phone and sent a message.

"Your news is correct, he is more difficult to deal with now. However, I will still do what I promised you, and remember what you should do."

When Gong Cheng arrived at the hotel, he sent a message to Bentong to report that he was safe. He thought that it was midnight in China and Bentong must have fallen asleep, but as soon as he sent the WeChat message, Bentong made a video call.

The two chattered for a long time, but in the end, Gong Cheng rested and hung up the phone for fear of affecting Ben Dong.

He took a shower by himself, and was about to take a nap to beat the jet lag, but just as his head was attached to the pillow, he received a call from Alan's father, the president of the M-country company for this cross-border flight.

Gong Cheng had no choice but to answer the call, so he sat up and answered it. The other party invited him to the hotel under his name at 8:[-] pm to catch the wind and clean the dust. This was normal business communication, and Gong Cheng nodded in agreement.

After taking a nap, Gong Cheng changed into a set of pure black custom-made suits, and readily accepted the appointment.

Although Gong Cheng was already mentally prepared, he was still a little surprised when he saw Alan at the hotel.

Because Alan was wearing a pure white suit, with shoulder-length blond hair hanging down, and an unusually gorgeous gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and even his lips seemed to be painted with some kind of bright lipstick, the whole person looked enchanting And charming.

It's not like attending a business dinner at all, but it's more like attending a social evening.

From the moment Gong Cheng entered the hotel gate, Alan's blue eyes were glued to him.

"Gong, you're so handsome tonight!" Alan didn't hide the eagerness in his eyes, he held Gong Cheng's arm intimately, and said into his ear, "I'll take you to see my father."

Gong Ben instinctively resisted Alan's closeness, but due to his many eyesight, it was inconvenient for him to disrespect his partner, so he had to let Alan hold his hand.

Throughout the dinner, Alan stood with Gong Cheng intimately. The two of them faced media interviews and business partners' toasts together. Alan's father was older and also intended to hand over the company's affairs to his son. , so Gong Cheng only had a brief chat with him, and then stood with Alan again.

Alan intends to get close to Gong Cheng. He pretends to be drunk, and when he speaks, he always leans over and whispers in Gong Cheng's ear. From the perspective of outsiders, he will think that this is the future president of the two largest airlines in the world. So close, so emotionally determined.

At the end of a long night, Gong Cheng finally couldn't help but push away Alan who approached for the 99th time and wanted to speak into his ear.

"That's enough. Don't you feel tired after playing the show all night?"

"Drinking and chatting with you, how can you be tired?" Alan knew the meaning of Gong Cheng's words, but smiled innocently, "Gong, stay tonight, I specially reserved the suite on the top floor of this hotel, we can Overlooking the entire city together, there are huge floor-to-ceiling windows..."

While talking, Alan slowly approached Gong Cheng, his snow-white hand stroked down Gong Cheng's waist little by little, with a little force on his fingers, with a hint of eroticism and provocation.At the same time, his upper body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to kiss the other person's lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me, I promise, it will make you happy..."

Gong Cheng raised his head and downed the last sip of red wine in the glass, smiled and took a step away from Alan's side by one meter.

"The reason I've been holding back tonight is all because of the contract we're about to sign, Alan, don't let our little old schoolmate bond get sour. I've got someone, Don't miss me any more."

After speaking, strode away.

Alan tightly held the right hand that was stroking Gong Cheng's back just now, as if he wanted to hold all the remaining warmth in his hand.He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Have they all been photographed? There are enough materials tonight. Send them to me later. I will choose carefully and find the most interesting ones to send to my partners."

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Bentong got up as usual, washed up, grabbed his coat and went to work.He was the only one in the elevator room, and while he was seriously thinking about what to buy for breakfast at the entrance of the TV station, he walked towards the car with big strides.

Suddenly, dozens of people with cameras and microphones rushed out from the quiet underground garage, and surrounded Bentong.

Bentong couldn't open his eyes under the glare of the flashlight, and he instinctively raised his hands to protect them.The body was hit hard by the person who came running suddenly, and he had to take two steps back before he had time to stand still.

"Mr. Wen, are you in a relationship with Mr. Gong Cheng, the heir of JY Group?"

"Do you have anything to say about your relationship with Mr. Gong Cheng?"

"It is said that Mr. Gong Cheng is currently signing an airline project in country M. Is the same-sex news breaking out at this juncture, is it also a means of corporate marketing?"

The noisy sound was like a flood, like a ferocious beast, rushing from all directions mercilessly, strangling Ben Tongjiu's throat in an instant, he only felt his heart beat faster and his breathing was difficult.

The microphones of those reporters moved forward one after another, and some even poked Ben Tongjiu in the face.Bentong's complexion was pale when illuminated by the flash.

But those reporters obviously did not intend to let Bentong go.Sharp questions are still being thrown one after another, like a sharp knife stabbing into Ben Tongjiu's heart.

"So when did you find out you were gay?"

"Have you ever had any other homosexuals before Mr. Gong?"

"Is your family aware of your orientation? How do they feel about your relationship?"

Ben Dong was dizzy from the light and irritated by the noise. He gritted his teeth and pushed away the people crowded in front of him, wanting to leave the place of right and wrong quickly.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Ben Dong swung his long arms around, finally opened a gap for himself to escape, and took big strides to escape.

After the initial shock and panic, Bentong quickly calmed down.

These reporters didn't know where they found out about their relationship with Gong Cheng, and they couldn't find or could not afford to offend Gong Cheng, so they could only come to themselves first to verify.Wen Dong has already confirmed his relationship with Gong Cheng in his heart, but he dare not speak nonsense in front of these crazy reporters.

As a media person, Wen Dong certainly knows that what may be just a casual sentence will be analyzed, amplified, and spread by bad media people wantonly, resulting in an irreparable situation.The group of crazy reporters who have found their underground garage right now are probably not calm and objective news recorders.

Wen Dong was afraid that his attitude would cause trouble to Gong Cheng or the JY Group, so he made up his mind not to respond.

"Step aside!"

Wen Dong pushed aside the crowd, like a trapped animal with a heavy tail, it took a long time to get to the front of the car.He took out his keys and was about to open the door and get in the car.

But at the moment when the car door opened, some reporter yelled "Don't let him go", after that, everyone pushed and shoved frantically, taking pictures and asking questions at Bentong even harder, and one person even squeezed into the car door Side, forcefully to close the door.

Wen Dong didn't pay attention, one arm was blocking the door, and was about to open the door, when the other party pushed hard, the whole arm got stuck in the door without warning.

A body of flesh and blood is not made of steel and iron, and a sharp dull pain climbed up his arms, all the way to Ben Tongjiu's heart and mind.

"Get out!" Wen Dong couldn't bear it anymore, he kicked the reporter closest to the car door who had been trying to get the camera on his face, opened the car door and sat in, then quickly locked it car door.

"Beating! Gong Cheng's boyfriend beat someone in the street!"

"Shoot him! Stop him! Don't let him go!"

There were ear-piercing screams from the group of reporters, and then these reporters slammed on the car windows and doors frantically, and some even tried to open the car doors, trying to pull Bentong out of the car.

Ben Dong suffered from pain and numbness in his right arm, and almost lost consciousness. He turned his head to look at the crazy and terrifying crowd outside the window, and felt that everyone's faces were so terrifying, which made him shudder.

Without taking care of his nerves, Ben Dong inserted the key with his left hand, turned on the headlights, and honked the horn several times.

The sharp horn echoed in the empty underground garage, piercing everyone's eardrums, and the crazy reporters paused and retreated instinctively.

Bentong stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

"Damn!" The reporter who was kicked down by Bentong just now scolded, "Expose him! Let the public opinion drown him! Now, immediately, immediately!"