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If you can't read the book, why don't you read it?

In the spacious room, only the lamps on the cabinets at both ends of the bed exude a soft light.

The central air conditioner continuously delivers cold air, and the cool air sinks slowly and flows continuously, but only on the side of the bed, the air seems to be still and tense.

Song Sheng laughed angrily at this sentence.

And when he knocked on the door just now, no, it should be said that the man who seemed to be holding back something when he came to the door last night, what is he like at this moment?

——Speaking that sentence that was almost clear, the ending fell, and the man immediately took off his disguise, looking at Song Sheng like a wolf, and no longer concealed the slightest bluntly.

Jiang Cheng stared at him, and said slowly, "You already know, don't you?"

Since he would ask him those few questions and show that kind of strangeness, it means that Song Sheng already knew——

Song Sheng squinted at Jiang Cheng.

This guy was drugged at the dinner table last night and was frightened, so that's why he didn't want to see Jiang Shujing and fled to Mu Mu?

At this moment, this boy who looks like a wolf cub will have such a big psychological shadow because of that incident?

No.

——This guy was coming for him from the very beginning.

The dinner last night was simply an excuse for him to enter the room!

Song Sheng had a taste of this guy's acting skills and was amazed, but he never thought that this guy would use his superb acting skills on him.

He dared to bet that if he asked now what are you going to do if you don't read books, Jiang Cheng would immediately do something to respond to his question.

Of course Song Sheng would not leave this kid with such an opportunity.

He looked at Jiang Cheng, didn't speak, and just put the book on the bedside table with a "snap".

The movement is not heavy, but it makes such a sound, which is a sign of Song Sheng's resentment.

Jiang Cheng tensed his body.

However, he was not frightened by Song Sheng's move, he even seemed to be waiting for the moment when Song Sheng showed his flaws, ready to go.

How did this kid become what he is now in seven years?

Song Sheng slowly spit out three words: "It's gone wild."

Jiang Cheng's eyes became darker.

He didn't intend to refute. At this moment, his body was already tense to the extreme, with an aggressive aura lingering all over his body, just waiting for Song Sheng to say the next sentence——

Song Sheng didn't follow his plan.

After staring at him for a while, and giving him a look of understanding, Song Sheng pulled the quilt away and lay down.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback.

Every summer, Song Sheng likes to turn on the extremely low temperature of the air conditioner and sleep tightly covered with a quilt.

After the quilt was covered, he turned over and turned his back to Jiang Cheng.

This move was caught off guard, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on Jiang Cheng's head, which instantly cleared his mind.

The room fell silent.

After a minute of silence, Jiang Cheng's subtle voice came from behind him: "...you don't want to ask me anything?"

Song Sheng said lightly: "Go out right now, or sleep, you choose."

"...Aren't you going to drive me out directly?"

Song Sheng asked back: "I don't need to find a repairman tomorrow?"

"..."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything.

He stared at Song Sheng's back, his eyes changing constantly.

Even if the air conditioner in Jiang Cheng's room really broke down, if Song Sheng really wanted to drive someone away, he could still drive them into the living room.

The living room is so spacious. Although the sofa bed is not as soft as the mattress, it can make do with it for a night no matter what.

But Song Sheng didn't drive him away - he still gave him the choice to stay.

Although Song Sheng also didn't respond.

He just, has no intention of continuing this topic tonight—

Jiang Cheng aggressively pierced the layer of paper between the two, but Song Sheng had no intention of accepting his move.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips.

But looking at Song Sheng's back, he was silent for a long time, and finally did not speak again.

There was a rustling sound from the other side of the bed.

After a while, Jiang Cheng turned off the cabinet light, and the room was plunged into darkness. He lay down slowly.

Song Sheng closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, he felt a heat source slowly approaching behind him.

The 25-year-old young boy seemed to be on fire inside his body.

Song Sheng heard Jiang Cheng whisper in a low voice: "How far will you tolerate me?"

This soft sentence seems to be an inquiry, a kind of forecast, a kind of reminder.

How much did Song Sheng dote on him?

Even though his disguise had just been torn off, revealing the purpose of stepping into the twilight last night, Song Sheng still couldn't bear to let him sleep on the sofa bed that was a little harder than the mattress.

And Jiang Cheng——

For Song Sheng, he is not a person who knows when enough is enough.

As long as Song Sheng bears with him and pampers him, he will continue to attack, attack, and attack again.

He would attack until Song Sheng was defeated, throwing away his helmet and armor, and attacking until Song Sheng was powerless to resist.

The ambition is clear.

Song Sheng still has a chance to escape now.

It's still too late to drive him out of the room.

Song Sheng closed his eyes, remained motionless, breathed steadily, and did not give any response.

Until there was no more sound behind him.

After a while, Song Sheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

——He never likes to walk at the pace of others, no matter whether he refuses or agrees, he intends to follow his own pace.

It's not suitable to talk about this topic tonight. Both he and Jiang Cheng had better calm down.

However, everything from last night to now was Jiang Cheng's sudden interest, or was it planned for a long time?

Song Sheng closed his eyes, and soon had an answer in his heart.

Jiang Cheng was not someone who would do this kind of thing to someone he knew when he suddenly became interested.

Because he knows that once some things are done, the relationship between the two may be completely broken, and it will never be the same.

So once Jiang Cheng made a move, it must be a long-planned plan to break the boat.

……

Song Sheng took a deep breath, feeling complicated.

Darkness is a good thing. At this moment, he suddenly recalled many details of the past clearly.

For example, the way Jiang Cheng looked at him all the time, the eyes that followed him all the time.

Jiang Cheng likes to stare at him, now and before.

Song Sheng always thought that this child had such a habit, and never delved into what was in that gaze.

But now that I think about it carefully...Jiang Cheng seems to only treat him like this.

Another example is Jiang Cheng's obedient and well-behaved behavior in front of him, and his occasional inexplicable anger.

In front of him, Jiang Cheng was obedient and obedient most of the time. Of course, he would hide that obedience under his rebellious and indifferent appearance, but he actually obeyed him in essence.

Occasionally, I become unhappy for no reason, but that seems to be...

what.

Song Sheng remembered.

For example, when we parted in the evening, when he reminded Jiang Cheng to send a message if he didn't come back to sleep at night, the guy pursed his lips.

This is what he looks like when he's not happy.

Why not happy?

Is it because...he said "If you don't plan to come back to sleep at night"?

Just because of this?

In the darkness, Song Sheng felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Jiang Cheng is already 25 years old, and he should have reached the age when he is very private and has many secrets.

Song Sheng acquiesced that this grown-up child would have his own secret activities, so he gave him a free space, but Jiang Cheng felt unhappy because of this?

When trying to understand this point, Song Sheng couldn't describe how he felt in his heart.

He quietly raised his hand, covering his forehead helplessly.

He smiled and sighed again.

When Jiang Shujing handed Jiang Cheng over to him, he almost regarded Jiang Cheng as his own nephew.

Seven years younger than him, full of youthfulness.

At that time, Song Sheng didn't even mind escorting Jiang Cheng all the way. This mentality was no different from raising a child.

If it wasn't for the four years of separation in the middle, and the two of them got along day and night for so many years, Song Sheng might really have always regarded Jiang Cheng as a big child.

The eldest child actually has such thoughts about himself, Song Sheng said that he should be kicked out tonight to clear his mind.

However——Song Sheng didn't want to treat Jiang Cheng differently from other men just because of Jiang Shujing, it would be unfair to Jiang Cheng—he had to admit that there were four years of separation between them.

Song Sheng was lost in thought.

Reunited four years later, the older child in my memory has turned into a very mature man.

Even during this day, Song Sheng had gradually recovered the feeling they had when they got along in the past, but it was different after all.

Behind, the mattress is lightly stuffed.

The man moved closer to him, obviously not asleep at all.

When they confronted each other just now, they were obviously aggressive and bared their teeth and claws, but now they have calmed down. After all, this man was not presumptuous enough to touch Song Sheng wantonly regardless of his wishes.

Some temptations, some provocations, probably nothing more than bluffing.

The man only gently rested his forehead on the back of Song Sheng's neck, and sprayed warm breaths, as if silently expressing his attachment.

Tall body, scorching-hot body temperature, greenness no longer exists, and all that is left is everything full of masculinity.

——How can it be compared with seven years ago?

Song Sheng lowered his eyes lightly.

Lying behind him at this moment is an out-and-out man.

If a strange 25-year-old young man pursued him today, as long as it suits his appetite, Song Sheng would not be unacceptable.

Song Sheng has never been intimidated and followed the rules. He will live like this today, which means that he is not a person who cares about worldly vision by nature.

Therefore, the essence of the problem was placed in front of Song Sheng.

If the 25-year-old young man who pursued him today was Jiang Cheng.

Does this man meet his wishes?

In the darkness, Song Sheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The next day, Song Sheng overslept.

He was the only one left on the bed, the air conditioner continued to run, the quilt on his body was tightly covered, and the alarm clock of the mobile phone on the bedside table was obviously turned off.

Song Sheng rubbed his forehead, got out of bed, and opened the door in his pajamas.

There was movement in the kitchen.

He walked over step by step and leaned against the kitchen door with his arms crossed.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Cheng turned sideways to see him, paused, and said with normal expression, "Are you awake?"

Song Sheng leaned lazily, scanning Jiang Cheng up and down.

A plain, mismatched blue printed apron with pajama bottoms underneath, and then, nothing.

The strong muscles of the upper body are particularly beautiful and delicious in the delicious aroma of breakfast. The back is wide and thick with only an apron suspender tied on.

After Song Sheng finished looking at him, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Facing his teasing gaze, Jiang Cheng remained calm and composed: "I just did some morning exercises, and I took off the heat when I felt hot."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "Go wash up first, my side should be fine after washing up."

Sitting down at the dining table 10 minutes later, Song Sheng ate the noodles made by Jiang Cheng, watching the man with his back turned to untie his apron, picked up the jacket on the sofa and put it on.

He lowered his head, opened his arms, and the muscles on his back instantly tensed up, bursting into flames.

Elegant curves continue into the waistband.

Song Sheng's eyes turned around on the man's ass calmly, suddenly wondering how Jiang Shujing would react in front of him at this moment, thinking about it, he felt very interested again.

Jiang Cheng put on his clothes, came over and sat down opposite him, and glanced at him: "How does it taste?"

"Very good," Song Sheng didn't intend to bring up what happened last night right away, and said in a gentle voice as usual, "I didn't know you could cook."

"You told me to eat less takeaway before," Jiang Cheng picked up the chopsticks, "so I learned later."

Song Sheng looked at him and bent the corners of his lips.

After eating, Jiang Cheng asked, "Can I have my assistant come over? There is a reception tonight, so I asked him to bring me the clothes."

Obviously the lies have been exposed, but there is no intention of leaving.

Song Sheng smiled to himself. Of course, he knew that not only Jiang Cheng had a problem, but he probably had a problem too.

Jiang Cheng just watched Song Sheng lazily walk into the bathroom, and a seemingly casual sentence came from a distance: "...It's okay, as you like."

Jiang Cheng stood there thinking about Song Sheng's attitude for a while, his eyes burning.

Jiang Cheng's little assistant is named Mu Lan, a boy who is only one year younger than Jiang Cheng.

When Mulan stepped into Song Sheng's apartment, she was very curious, because he had no idea what happened to Jiang Cheng from the day before yesterday when Jiang Cheng disappeared. He only knew that Jiang Cheng was having trouble with Mr. Turned over and stayed at a friend's house.

Jiang Shujing called last night and asked him to remember to contact Jiang Cheng today and send him the suit for the reception. Mu Lan was very surprised when he heard this—Boss Jiang had no intention of calling Jiang Cheng home at all!

And who took over Jiang Cheng who ran away from home?

Mu Lan has been with Jiang Cheng for four years, and she has never met Jiang Cheng with a friend who is close enough to go to spend the night - even the director Bo Ning is not counted, because even if the relationship is the best, Jiang Cheng still maintains a certain distance.

So, who is the owner of this apartment?

Jiang Cheng noticed Mu Lan's eyeballs that kept rolling. Jiang Cheng pressed his head and said, "Don't look around."

"Oh..." Mu Lan shrank her neck, quickly collected her thoughts, carefully put the suit and dress on the sofa, and said, "Brother, try it quickly and see if there is anything to adjust. It's still too late."

In fact, the clothes have been tried before, and there is no big problem. Jiang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the reception at night. Jiang Shujing always urged him to go to such occasions.

He tried on the suit on his upper body, and Mu Lan took a step back to look at it, feeling that it was really pleasing to the eye.

Suits seem to be the same thing, but in fact, different designers have different ingenuity.

The suit that Jiang Cheng wore at the awards ceremony the day before yesterday was more solemn and serious, but today's suit is a little more cynical and noble, mixed with some fashion elements, and Jiang Cheng's indifferent face is set off. There was a hint of frivolity, and it became more aggressive.

Of course, it is impossible to be frivolous. No matter how tempting his temperament is, Jiang Cheng is still a big iceberg that people dare not approach, but the visual effect is really pulled to the full level.

Mu Lan took a few photos of Jiang Cheng, "hissed" and said, "Brother, you just plan to take care of your hair yourself? Why don't you ask a hair stylist?"

"No need." Jiang Cheng said lightly.

This is really planning to go to the show at night and leave.

Mu Lan scratched her head.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening from behind, and Mu Lan turned her head to look——

Then he was shocked to see a big beautiful woman come out of the bedroom! !

A head of curly and wavy hair that has been meticulously groomed, her brows and eyes are picturesque after make-up, and the narrow and long pupils sweeping gently, Mu Lan felt her little heart tremble.

The corners of the red lips are naturally slightly raised, and the lips are seductive. The big beauty is wearing a loose-cut shirt and wide-leg pants that wrap her slender legs.

And this height, this is definitely over 1.8 meters, this is a supermodel!

Jiang Cheng actually lived with a supermodel? ! !

Mu Lan felt like being struck by lightning, she didn't know how to accept this sudden truth!

Seeing that Jiang Cheng was wearing a sharp ascetic suit, the big beauty couldn't help but stop.

When Jiang Cheng heard the sound of the door opening, he also turned his head away. Seeing the other party's make-up, his movements were also stagnant, and his eyes changed.

Song Sheng closed the bedroom door, smiled and said, "Is this body for the reception at night?"

As soon as Song Sheng opened his mouth, that gentle voice reached Mu Lan's ears... Mu Lan was stunned.

—Wait, is it a man's voice? ?

"Well," Jiang Cheng finished answering, stopped what he was doing, looked at him with deep eyes and asked, "...where are you going?"

"I have something to do at work temporarily. I'm going to meet a client." Song Sheng walked to the coffee table and took the car keys.

Whether to wear men's clothes or women's clothes, it all depends on Song Sheng's daily mood.

Those who are familiar with him are also accustomed to his changing attire from time to time.

"I called the air conditioner's repairman and told him to come over later. I should be home by then, so it's okay if you leave early." After Song Sheng took the keys, his eyes returned to Jiang Cheng and fell on Jiang Cheng. His empty neckline, somehow, asked, "Do you need me to lend you the tie?"

The shepherd hadn't recovered yet, he pondered dully, the tie seemed to be put on the sofa by him, covered by the jacket he took off from his suit...

But just as he was about to turn the tie out, Jiang Cheng blocked it indiscriminately.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Comrade Bingshan say without changing his face: "Yes, my assistant forgot to bring it, can you help me choose one?"

Mu Lan: "?"

"Oh, by the way," Jiang Cheng said calmly, "The stylist also had some accidents today, and no one helped me with the styling."

"What should I do?" the man tilted his head and asked, "Brother Sheng, can you help me?"

Mulan: "??"

Who is this? ? ?