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Warm tea is not as blood-thirsty as Wen Leshui, and I calmly swipe my black card every day, and I live a very happy life.

Zheng Mingzhong was doing stretching warm-up exercises and talking to Wen Cha: "Brother, it's not easy to meet you. I came out with you under the X-ray of your elder brother's death. Now your elder brother regards me as the number one criminal." Now, tell me how you have to compensate me?"

They are at the speed racing track in city c.The weather was fine today, Wen Cha was busy at home with the competition video for a long time, and wanted to come out to loosen his bones, so he called the most leisurely Zheng Mingzhong out.

Wen Cha pulled the zipper of the racing suit to the top, leaving only a white and tender face: "Last time I helped you show your face in front of your grandpa and so many big bosses. Is the company the principal?"

Zheng Mingzhong shrugged: "It's just a branch."

Wen Cha is not so easy to be fooled: "It is the most stable branch under the Zheng family. The leadership team is all the most cutting-edge talents. You just have to sit back and enjoy the success and wait for them to make achievements. I heard that Young Master Zheng is envied because of this, no You know how many people are stabbing you in the back."

Zheng Mingzhong chuckled: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Brother Wen Cha. This is really thanks to you. Don't worry, as long as you have a sip of soup from now on, you will have a sip of meat."

"Okay." Wen Cha stuffed the helmet into Zheng Mingzhong's arms, and stopped his monkey-like behavior with a playful smile, "Would you like to take my car and follow me for a few laps?"

Zheng Mingzhong's eyes lit up: "I can't ask for it."

Since Wencha became famous last time when he ran on the track, the video of the race that day was copied home by countless people. Racing enthusiasts put it on the big TV screen at home and played it in a loop, while beauty lovers got Wencha out of the car. The clips are cut out by frame and made into wallpapers, chat backgrounds or avatars, etc. every day.Zheng Mingzhong turned on VX at one o'clock for a while, and a row of chat boxes were filled with pictures of warm tea as avatars, which shocked him so much that his eyes almost popped out.

Later, several clubs wanted to ask Wen Cha to compete again, but Wen Cha refused on the grounds that he was busy with school studies.Today he catches up with the car that can take warm tea, and later he can brag to those brothers.

"By the way, I seem to see Wen Leshui in front of me is also nearby, you are really destined." After fastening his seat belt, Zheng Mingzhong went to the car and continued chatting.

He thought about it carefully and guessed why Wen Leshui was here:

"But what is he doing here? Could it be that the big idiot Lin Mu is also there? Then I have to stay away from them, idiots will be contagious, so as not to spoil my good mood for the day."

Wen Cha didn't respond to him, and stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed to the maximum, scaring him to swallow his words back.

When there are no other cars on the track, the car will naturally stabilize and practice its feel.But warm tea is different. Those dangerous operations are gone, but every time I fill up the accelerator and sprint at the limit speed.Such a situation is an extreme test of the endurance and perseverance of the racing driver, but Zheng Mingzhong quietly opened his closed eyes a crack, Wen Cha's side face is firm and calm, and the wet sideburns and hanging on the pointed chin can be seen through the helmet Beads of sweat that don't want to fall.

It is obviously a slender willow branch that can be broken in the wind, but it is incredibly tough.

A coffee shop was opened near the finish line of the track. At a table by the window, a blond man and a boy with black hair and white clothes watched the racing car that was about to reach the finish line.The man stared at the car with great interest, and exclaimed, "Aesthetics of violence."

The young master in white, that is, Wen Leshui, smiled cooperatively at him, expressing his affirmation.

"Mr. Edward likes racing cars?"

The man sitting across from him had high eyebrows and deep eyes, the pupils under the deep eye sockets were bright blue, and the hair was brighter than the golden sun, he was as handsome as a sculpture.

"You can just call me Edward, you don't have to be so foreign." He obviously looks like a foreigner, but the strange thing is that he is exceptionally fluent in Chinese.

Wen Leshui pursed her lips and nodded shyly.

He came to this coffee shop according to his manager's instructions. The manager only vaguely told him that there would be a noble person who he needed to work hard to win, but he didn't tell him the specific information.Because the agent also overheard relevant information, hoping that he could try his luck.

When he came to this coffee shop, the first time he saw Edward, his heart was beating violently in his chest, and he subconsciously told him that it was this person!

Wen Leshui has experienced such strong hints many times since he was a child, and the final results have proved his subconscious mind to be right.

So he sat with Edward on the grounds of sharing a table, and communicated logically.

Edward is an artist, has dabbled in music, directing, photography, and can be called brilliant.

Wen Leshui was overjoyed. If he could get Edward's help, let alone the Fenghua Cup competition, he would have more confidence.

Edward answered his question: "I don't like racing cars, I just like people watching them. The beauty of extreme sports that burns, falls, and turns into ashes at the cost of their lives, don't you think it's worth pursuing?"

"Unfortunately, I can't." Wen Leshui said, "Mom and Dad are very strict and don't let me learn."

Edward responded to him affectionately, brushing the corners of Wen Leshui's eyes lightly with his fingertips: "It's okay baby, I like what you think you hide well in your eyes, but you can't hide it...uh... ambition, Fake and charming."

Wen Leshui's smile froze for a moment. Seeing that the appreciation in Edward's eyes was not fake, she forcibly suppressed her displeasure and avoided talking about his evaluation of him.

The racing car outside the window sprinted past the finish line. Wen Cha jumped out of the car and took off his helmet. His face was full of peach blossoms, and his body maintained the memory of muscle tension, but his state was very stretched, so dazzling that the surrounding scenery lost its color.Leaning wantonly in front of the car and teasing the person who jumped forward to talk, the pink color at the end of his eyes naturally rose, and the curvature of the lips between the soft and slow words made people frantically unable to move their eyes away.

Edward's hunched and relaxed back gradually tensed up, as if he had encountered a prey beast, licked his bloodless thin lips, and kept staring at the warm tea: "Who is that?"

Wen Leshui tightly gripped the coffee cup, took a sip in disguise, and when he turned his head, the group of people had disappeared, and he said "ah", "Sorry, I didn't see it."

"It's okay." Edward's eyes flashed with interest, and he turned his gaze to the door of the coffee shop, "They're coming."

At the end point, a group of people were discussing about having a drink. Wen Cha and Zheng Mingzhong were discussing what to drink. With Wen Rong, the murderous god, who was taking endless revenge, how could Zheng Mingzhong dare to let him touch a little alcohol? A coffee shop recently hired a well-known barista at a high price, so I proposed to take a break there.

As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Mingzhong noticed a foreigner's hot gaze on Wen Cha.He was just about to block Wen Cha behind him to frighten that person, but Wen Cha first reminded him: "Wen Leshui."

Only then did he notice that Wen Leshui was at the same table as the foreigner.

At this time, there is no way to pretend not to see it. Zheng Mingzhong got warm tea and was about to say hello, and then he slipped away. Unexpectedly, the foreign friend said something to persuade him to stay: "Hello, my name is Edward, and I am a freelancer. You and I know honey, I hope you can give me a chance to treat you to coffee."

Zheng Mingzhong wanted to leave, but at the same time he also wanted to eat melons.He picked out his ears, sat down involuntarily, and repeated: "honey?"

No matter how dissatisfied Wen Leshui was, now he could only endure it and explain to them: "Edward and I just met and found that we hit it off very well."

Edward said gracefully: "Leshui has brought me a lot of inspiration."

Even though Zheng Mingzhong felt that this foreign friend was a bit pretentious, after several conversations, the other party's elegant conversation was indeed worthy of admiration. He seemed to have both the sweetness of a Westerner and the romance of an artist. In the trap.

But the other boy who looked out the window seemed to be an exception.

From the moment the warm tea was seated, the waiter was called to order a cup of green orange and lemon juice, and then stopped talking.

Edward noticed that the other party's voice was very sweet, with a bit of lingering articulation, but it didn't sound frivolous, but lively and agile.What makes him more concerned is the appearance of the warm tea, with three courtyards and five eyes, and even flesh and blood, which can almost drive any painter in the world crazy.He lowered his eyes and bit the straw, tilted his head to listen to the hair falling from his forehead, his red and moist lips, and his shell-like white teeth.

Venus born at sea, Mona Lisa in the Louvre.Wilde's Nightingale, Duras' Lover.

Edward's throat was tight, and he swallowed involuntarily. The inspiration and desire in his brain erupted like magma, making his eyes gray and dark, with a little more deep impurities.

Wen Cha took advantage of the reflection of the glass and the corner of his eyes to see Edward's reaction in full view, feeling cold in his heart.

He knew Edward, to be precise, knew his origins better than anyone present here.

The original book took a lot of effort to portray the character of Edward.He was born in an ancient family in Italy rich in lunatics, and he also inherited the madness in the family, only art is paramount, entertainment to death.As one of Wen Leshui's golden fingers, after Shuli Wen Leshui successfully got his approval, he not only relied on his help to win the No.1 in the Fenghua Cup Photography Competition, but also expanded overseas markets with the help of Edward's family power , became the light of the Chinese people in the entertainment circle.

Love desires life and evil desires death, Edward is much crueler to Yuan himself.He planted the seeds of evil after seeing Yuanzheng for the first time. He treated Yuanchen with tolerance, making Yuanchen mistakenly think that he was the only person who treated him well in Wen Leshui.Behind the scenes, he induced the original body to find the shooter, and exposed it when necessary; tenderly agreed to help the original body, cut off the way that the original body could make money, and bewitched the original body to sell himself; even the original body died alone in the rented house At that time, he stood outside the door, held a red rose that had bloomed to the extreme with his fingertips, and watched the original body's death with a smile on his face.

No matter whether it is the obsession to perfect the original body, or whether warm tea must be repaid, how could he let Edward, a lunatic, let him pursue his perfect art comfortably.

A true hunter appears as the prey.

From appearing at the racing track to running into Wen Leshui, Wen Cha has figured out all the ways to appear.

Edward's eyes were frenzied, and he only hoped that Wen Cha could raise his head. He wanted to explore, dig, and create.

So, he adjusted the collar of his shirt and sent out an invitation in a gentle manner: "My studio is nearby. China says that meeting is fate. Would you like to go and see it together?"

Wen Leshui naturally agreed in a hurry, Zheng Mingzhong thought for a moment and felt that being idle was idle, so he agreed.

Edward waited for a response from the warm tea.

Wen Cha finally turned his face away, his amber eyes fully reflected Edward's noble and sexy face.

"Okay." He smiled.

Lo and behold, the fish took the bait.