Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

He frowned slightly, was it an illusion?

Not long after, I was touched again, not once, but twice.

Thinking of something, Lin Heng narrowed his eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a hand with sharp bones, sneaked up to his hand, touched it lightly, and the next second, he quickly retracted as if he was afraid of being discovered.

But soon, unwillingly, the ungrateful hand stretched out again.

Once again, just once more, and stop touching after touching.

Suddenly, a hot hand pressed Jing Huai's hand.

Sitting upright, Jing Huai's body trembled, and he twitched. The man's strength was so strong that he couldn't twitch.

is it him?is it him?

The Jinghuai cells shouted happily, he, he actually touched my hand, huh!

Jing Huai screamed inwardly, he glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye, who was slowly sipping wine.

Really good at pretending!

However, his hands are so hot.

Not long after, that hand suddenly let go, and Jing Huai's mood suddenly slipped, why, why did he let go.

Suddenly, a corner of his suit jacket was lifted.

The man's hand brushed casually through the thin shirt.

Jing Huai's heart fluttered.

In the next second, the hand gently pinched his waist.

"Ah!" Jing Huai couldn't hold back and screamed.

Fortunately, there was a lot of noise in the box, and only one or two people next to him heard his voice.

"Mr. Jing, what's the matter?"

Jing Huai coughed lightly, with a serious face, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

After a few more seconds, Jing Huai couldn't sit still and got up to go to the bathroom.

He forgot that his legs were weak just now, and got up in a hurry again, one of them didn't pay attention, his legs were weak and he fell to the side.

He was so desperate that he fell into the arms of the young man.

The intoxicating pheromone like red wine immediately enveloped Jing Huai's whole body.

It's over, my legs are completely weak, I can't get up, and...

don't want to get up.

But the man's voice as low as a cello rang in Jing Huai's ears: "Boss Jing, are you okay?"

Jing Huai took a few deep breaths, and finally got up and left the box with self-control. Lin Heng's eyes fell on the rather embarrassed back of him leaving, and he twirled his fingers lightly. At an angle that others could not see, the corners of his lips Evoked a smile, flashed away.

Jing Huai almost leaned on the wall, staggered to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, took the water, and splashed it on his face over and over again.

After a long time, he raised his head, and the mirror reflected the person in front of him, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome appearance, obviously cold eyebrows, but his fair cheeks had a bright and inappropriate crimson color.

Jing Huai had a gut feeling that he couldn't stay in the private room any longer, and was about to leave the bathroom before sending a text message to Huang Bing.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was closed.

Before he could react, his hands were suddenly grabbed, and the man pulled gently, Jing Huai's hands were clamped, and his whole body was pressed against the wall. In the next second, a figure leaned forward, with a thick expression on his face. Aggressive breath.

Jing Huai raised his eyes, and met the man's eyes as black as ink, which were extremely deep and dark, as if a black vortex was hidden, and with just one glance, the two of them could be sucked in.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are no longer indifferent and unwarm, but flamboyant and reckless, with an evil smirk hanging on the corner of his lips, which is extremely bad, like a bad gangster or an ancient flower picker.

"You, you..." All Jing Huai's words seemed to be choked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything, his legs softened unconsciously, and his whole body was half embraced by the young man.

Lin Heng's aggressive eyes fixed on the man in front of him, his slender fingers pinched his chin, and his thin lips uttered a sentence, gently brushing the tip of his heart like a feather.

"Just now in the box, you, sneak me."

Jing Huai raised his head instantly, his face changed suddenly, and he forced himself to calm down: "You, don't talk nonsense, I didn't."

Lin Heng leaned close to his ear and asked, "Do you really want to touch it that much?"

Yes, of course I do.

Jing Huai screamed crazily in his heart.

Jing Huai shook his head.

"If you want to touch it, it's upright."

The man grabbed his hands on the belly.

Jing Huai's body stiffened instantly.

He should have taken out his hand, but at this moment, it seemed that the hand was not his own, and it was out of the master's control, lingering wantonly in the young man's abdomen.

Hey, it's the abdominal muscles, so strong.

The hand goes up again.

Hey, there are actually eight yuan, eight yuan.

The corner of Lin Heng's lips curled up, and he watched the man's movements with a smirk. Suddenly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

"Jing Huai!"

With a slightly teasing call, Jing Huai was pulled back from his thoughts. Realizing his actions, Jing Huai quickly retracted his uncontrollable hands.

Before shrinking back, he grabbed it hard, and Lin Heng could read from his face that he was still not satisfied.

"Still satisfied?"

Jing Huai glared at him.

satisfy?How could you be satisfied!He just touched it.

The hanging fingers twirled, the feeling just now was really good.

Lin Heng had a panoramic view of the flash of light in Jing Huai's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in an evil curve.

Jing Huai lifted his lips, his face flushed slightly, and he asked as if mustering up his courage, "That night, what did you mean by that night? Why did you run away the next day?"

Lin Heng smiled coquettishly: "Why, Mr. Jing really intends to trap me?"

Dazed by his pretty smile, Jing Huai forgot to think for a moment, and blurted out: "Aren't you here today just to find a benefactor?"

For some reason, his face sank when he thought that if he didn't come tonight, the young man in front of him would leave with other men.

Lin Heng suppressed his smile, as if the aggression, evil spirit, and smirk just now were hallucinations. In an instant, he changed into another person, expressionless, indifferent, and without the slightest emotion.

He spoke without the slightest warmth in his voice: "I remember, Mr. Jing likes Lin Bo, right? If you're like this, aren't you afraid that Lin Bo will be sad?"

Jing Huai didn't know how to answer for a while, and he didn't know why, when he met the man in front of him, he seemed to forget the existence of Lin Bai, and even felt a little disgusted to hear the word Lin Bai from the young man's mouth.

Lin Heng straightened his shirt, turned and left.

In the office, Jing Huai's eyes fell on the desk and the information he had just read.

That's Lin Heng's information.

Lin Heng is actually an eighteenth-line artist under his company. Since his debut, he has been Lin Bai's exclusive stand-in. What he didn't expect was that Lin Heng was actually Lin Bai's cousin.

Could it be that the two are so similar in appearance?

Jing Huai picked up the phone, opened Weibo, and put down the phone before going in. After repeating this several times, he finally opened Weibo, took a deep breath, and entered the word "Lin Heng" in the search box.

Soon after searching, Jing Huai took a deep breath, opened Lin Heng's Weibo, browsed them one by one, within a minute, it was over! ! !

How many microblogs are there?Four, three are not very famous advertisements, and the latest one was two days ago.

This is too little.

The number of fans is just over 5000.

Which artist's number of fans is not counted in millions or tens of millions.

Jing Huai glanced at the three advertisements on Weibo, then stopped looking at the latest one. Two days ago, there was only one picture.

It's a man's fitness photo.

The man was wearing loose black pants and a white T-shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, the man's teeth were biting the hem of the T-shirt, exposing his abdomen. Six packs of sexy and powerful abs were clearly visible, and two more were hidden under the clothes .

The man probably just finished exercising, and beads of sweat can still be seen on the abdominal muscles.

Jing Huai moved faster than he thought. He directly saved the picture on the phone, enlarged the picture, and zoomed in again. He lowered his head and looked carefully, almost knocking his head on the screen of the phone.

Adam's apple rolled down, and he swallowed his saliva.

When Huang Bing came in, what he saw was the hungry look of his friend, he even wondered if Jing Huai would swallow the phone.

What are you looking at, so focused on it?

Jing Huai was so absorbed that he didn't hear Huang Bing's footsteps.

"Wow, this man is so sexy."

Huang Bing exclaimed, pulling back Jing Huai's infatuation.

Huang Bing took Jing Huai's mobile phone, looked at it in front of him, and said in amazement: "This alpha is so superb, it looks familiar."

As if to fight Huang Bing desperately, Jing Huai snatched the phone back and glared at him, "It's not yours that looks familiar."

"Is it still yours? I remember that you like Lin Bo. You have Lin Bo. I think this alpha is good, or you can give it to me. Anyway, we are young."

"No." Jing Huai was categorical, without the slightest possibility of negotiating.

Huang Bing looked at him strangely, twisted his waist, stretched out his fingers to pick up Jing Huai's chin, and looked at each other: "Why, do you like him?"

Jing Huai's eyebrows twitched, and he patted Huang Bing's hand away. He didn't know whether to say it to himself or to Huang Bing: "Don't talk nonsense."

Huang Bing stared at his friend, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, as if he remembered something: "I remember, he is the little star who replaced Lin Bo last time. No wonder he looks so familiar."

At that time, the young man was sitting with Jing Huai, and in retrospect, the atmosphere between the two of them was weird, obviously they knew each other.

"To be honest, I'm really interested in such a charming alpha, but since you're the one who likes it, I won't be too attractive."

Jing Huai turned his head away from him, even locked his phone and threw it far away: "I didn't see him."

Huang Bing sneered, his mouth was stiff.

Before leaving, Huang Bing kindly sent a little advice: "I think this alpha is pretty good, at least better than that guy Lin Bo, I think you might as well abandon Lin Bo and fall into his arms."

Huang Bing didn't know yet that Jing Huai had already confessed to Lin Bo and failed, otherwise he would have jumped with anger.

He was full of thoughts on how to get Fa Xiao to leave that hypocritical villain Lin Bo.

Jing Huai was left alone in the office, so he picked up his phone again and focused on listening to the photo. The more he looked at it, the more his heart became hotter, and the Omega pheromones in his body burst out uncontrollably.

The events of that night got into his head desperately, Jing Huai blushed, and ran to the bathroom twice, but the fire still couldn't be poured out.

How about going to see him?Secretly?

As soon as this thought comes out, it grows like a weed.

After making up his mind, Jing Huai went downstairs.

In a well-tailored dark suit, with his shirt buttoned to the top, Jun's expressionless face exudes an aura of intimacy, even if the staff greets him, Jing Huai's expression is indifferent, and he just nods slightly.

Floors No. 12 to [-] of the company are for trainees and unknown artists, and Lin Heng is on this floor.

Jing Huai wandered around several floors, but he didn't see the young man. Instead, it was other artists. The manager was shocked when he saw the boss at first glance. Could it be that the boss came to inspect?

For a while, people on several floors were all ready to go.

Jing Huai couldn't find anyone, and he was a little annoyed. He remembered that Lin Heng had no schedule recently.

After hesitating for a moment, he called.

When the director received the boss's words, he thought there was some important instruction, but he didn't expect it to be for an unknown artist.

Coincidentally, he happened to be dealing with this artist.

Liang Yuan gave the three people in the conference room a look, got up and went out.

"Lin Heng you mentioned, I know, he is with me now, and he is about to terminate the contract."

terminate the contract? !

Jing Huai frowned, why did he terminate the contract?Could it be because I wanted to hire him over and over again?He's scared?

Jing Huai was a little angry. Even if he had that thought, he would not force others, otherwise he would have forced Lin Bo long ago.

He remembered that according to the information, Lin Heng's family was not rich, and he needed a termination fee to terminate the contract. Where did he get so much money?

Could it be that he found the gold master?

Apart from this possibility, Jing Huai couldn't think of anything else.

Thinking of this possibility, Jing Huai felt sour, jealous, and hostile.

"Wait, I'll go now."

Liang Yuan frowned, looking at the cut-off mobile phone in his hand, thoughtful, why did the boss want to come here?

In the meeting room, Zhao Yong and Yang Wei were still waiting for Liang Yuan to come back and continue to discuss the contract. They never thought that after Liang Yuan came in, he said "wait" and stopped talking.

waiting?

What are you waiting for?

Jing Huai hurried to the door of the conference room on the [-]th floor, panting slightly, standing at the door, calmed down, straightened his suit, and opened the door.

There are four people in the meeting room.

Jing Huai scanned it quickly, and his eyes were ready to be fixed on the young man on the sofa.

He didn't wear the white shirt and black pants at the party, nor the baggy T-shirt he wore at the gym, but blue ripped jeans with a white sweater.

The slim fit jeans outlined his slender, strong legs with infinite explosive power.

White sweater.It's very simple, there are no patterns, and the whole person is very clean.

He probably sensed that someone was watching him.

The young man raised his eyes, and under the broken black hair, a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be broken with countless stars fell on him. Those eyes were calm, without the slightest ups and downs of emotion, and some were just indifferent.

The young man's eyes only stayed on him for a second, as if he just glanced at him casually, and then lowered them again.

Now Jing Huai at the door clenched his fists. Did this guy forget himself again?

Mingming, Mingming was in the bathroom last time, he still teased himself like that, why is he now like a stranger again.

Jing Huai felt as if he was holding a breath in his heart, he couldn't go up or down, it was extremely uncomfortable.

His face was inconspicuous, aloof and dignified, his thin lips were lifted, and he smiled earnestly: "Tell me, what's going on."

Liang Yuanying stepped forward and introduced, Zhao Yong and Yang Wei didn't know that the person in front of them was actually the boss of their company.

"Mr. Jing, it's like this. Lin Heng wants to cancel the substitute contract he signed with Lin Bai..."

Liang Yuan briefly explained the matter.

Since his debut, Lin Heng has arranged to be Lin Bo's stand-in actor and has not taken other jobs. Now, Lin Heng wants to terminate the contract signed with the company as Lin Bo's stand-in actor.

"Mr. Jing, Lin Heng's own conditions are very good, and he is young. He has the potential for development, and he cannot always be buried as Lin Bo's stand-in."

Jing Huai was sitting, facing Lin Heng. His posture was upright and elegant, with his hands folded on his abdomen.

He looked up at the person who spoke: "Who are you?"

Somehow, Yang Wei actually saw the displeasure towards her from the boss's eyes, that eyes were a bit, a bit jealous!

Yang Wei heheed twice, she must have read it wrong.

"My name is Yang Wei, and I'm Ah Heng's manager."

Ah Heng...

Jing Huai narrowed his eyes, and shouted so affectionately, huh.

Zhao Yong on the side frowned.

He knows about Lin Heng's situation. He has good looks and acting skills, and now the entertainment industry is relying on his high-altitude flower character design. If he has the resources, his development will definitely be better than Lin Bo.

But he has this condition, not this life.

Who made him bond with Lin Bo as soon as he entered the circle, and became a stand-in. The contract was signed for five years, with so many overlord clauses, and even the liquidated damages were frighteningly high.

It can be seen that Lin Bo had already defended Lin Heng when he entered the circle.

Today, he is here on behalf of Lin Bo. He is Lin Bo's manager, so he naturally has to defend Lin Bo and cut off all unfavorable thoughts at the source.

Therefore, he will not agree to terminate the contract.

Zhao Yong and Yang Wei insisted on their own opinions. If it weren't for Jing Huai's presence, they would probably be arguing with each other.

Jing Huai flipped through the contract casually, his face darkened, the Overlord contract is completely suppressing Lin Heng and draining his value.

To be honest, Jing Huai was not surprised by the existence of this kind of thing, but what was surprising was that the interested party was actually Lin Bo.

He thought that the tough and kind person who saved him actually hid another side.

A complicated look flashed across Jing Huai's eyes, and he glanced at the string of zeros on the gold, ignoring the others, and went straight to the silent young man who had been drooping since he came in.

"Lin Heng, do you want to solve it?" For some reason, Jing Huai's heart trembled when he called this person's name.

Lin Heng finally raised his head and glanced at him lightly, "Yes."

Jing Huai's heart trembled again with a simple word, low and deep, as if shaking from his chest.

Jing Huai expressed his doubts: "As far as I know, your current situation cannot support you to pay the termination fee. Where does your termination fee come from?"

Jing Huai pretended to be expressionless, feeling a little nervous, waiting for the young man's answer, unwilling to be what he guessed.

Lin Heng's eyelashes trembled, his dark eyes stared at him, and he didn't answer.

Liang Yuan and the others looked at each other. For some reason, they always felt that the relationship between the president and Lin Heng was a bit strange.

Jing Huai pursed his lips tightly, why didn't he answer? It was really what he thought, so he didn't dare to answer?

The expression on Lin Heng's face was still cold, and his voice sounded low: "Where does my termination fee come from? It's none of Mr. Jing's business, as long as I can afford it."

Jing Huai stared at him firmly, almost gnashing his teeth and said, "If I must know."

After saying that, Jing Huai regretted it.

This is too ambiguous.

Afraid that others might be offended, he hastily added: "After all, you are an artist of Fengling Entertainment, and I am the boss."

Even though he said that, he was still a little guilty by Lin Heng. In fact, the boss has no right to control where the money comes from, he only cares about whether the family can get the settlement money.

But there was a little devil instigating in Jing Huai's ear: You have to ask clearly, what if Lin Heng is really taken over by someone else?

Lin Heng suddenly smiled.

Looking at his smile, Jing Huai suddenly froze, his mind fluttering.

Hey, so handsome, so handsome!

Jing Huai's heart was pounding, and he almost walked with his hands and feet.

He didn't even realize what happened just now.

Just now Lin Heng said that he was willing to tell him the source of the termination fee, on the condition that he go to his office and talk to him alone.

then……

Then he said yes.

Jing Huai was full of doubts, why did he make this request, didn't he forget himself?I still haven't forgotten, I want to have something happen with myself in the office.

"Mr. Jing, you have passed by."

When the reminder sounded from behind, Jing Huai suddenly realized that his mind was in a mess and he missed the elevator.

Jing Huai walked back silently, and the two stood silently in front of the elevator.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived.

The president's exclusive elevator was empty.

Lin Heng walked in first and looked up at him, "Isn't Mr. Jing coming in?"

Jing Huai hurriedly walked in.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Jing Huai's Adam's apple rolled down, a little nervous, but also a little expectant, now there are only two people.

He, will he go up one time, Bidong himself, now he is in the elevator, so it is the elevator boom?

The pheromones that belonged to Jinghuai Omega spread little by little. The space of the elevator was too small. After a while, the rich pheromones permeated the entire elevator.

The president's floor is on the 38th floor, and the elevator goes up.

Jing Huai clenched his hands slightly, and if Lin Heng were to hit him with an elevator, would he accept it decisively, or would he refuse?

Well, it's better to tactfully refuse to play first, that is, to greet and refuse, and then accept.

That's right, that's how it has to be.

However, as the elevator floors went up, Jing Huai waited and waited, but the young man next to him remained motionless.

As the elevator door opened with a "ding", Jing Huai's heart sank.

Jing Huai walked out of the elevator first, his face sank like water, ignoring the young man beside him, and walked straight to the office.

Lin Heng looked at the old man's bluffing back, and the corners of his lips curled up.

He is, angry?

Jing Huai was so angry that he swore that he would teach this man a lesson later.

He sat straight on the office chair, raised his eyes, and watched the young man walk into the office calmly, and slowly closed the door.

"You, what are you doing?"

Seeing the young man walking straight towards him without stopping, Jing Huai was a little flustered, and there was a little joy in the panic, the kind of joy of "he's finally here".

Lin Heng opened his hands, propped up the office chair, leaned over, moved a little closer and shrunk back, an old man who looked a little scared but had joy in his eyes.

Lin Heng stretched out a hand, and lightly brushed Jing Huai's tight crimson and plump lips with his fingertips, his voice was low and hoarse: "What am I doing? I will do whatever you want me to do."

Lin Heng approached, his warm breath lingering in his ears: "It's a verb, the fourth tone."