Wen Jingrong didn't ask Shang Ke's address, so he took him home directly.
"You will live in this room in the future, and I will ask someone to prepare necessary daily necessities for you." Wen Jingrong pointed to the guest room and said. He originally wanted Shang Ke to live in the master bedroom directly, but considering the current relationship between the two, he finally decided to give him some time to adapt.
"Are you going to imprison me here?"
"Until I find out all your information." Wen Jingrong sent people to investigate his identity many times without results, so he did not dare to let go, fearing that he would be lost again, "If you are willing to tell me, maybe you can save it. Go to a lot of trouble."
Wen Jingrong's hawk-like gaze locked on the young man in front of him.
Shang Ke hesitated whether to tell him that he was the pen, and after telling him, could he improve their relationship and relieve his predicament? Is this kind of supernatural thing a fantasy for people in the age of technology
Because of concerns, Shang Ke remained silent.
Wen Jingrong's face darkened, he walked in front of Shang Ke, pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to stay by my side and be my lover. I know You are confused now and don't understand why I am so obsessed with you 'first meeting', but to me, we have known each other for a long time."
Everything in the dream may be his beautiful fantasy, but he is sure that he has not recognized the wrong person. The young man in his arms is the lover he has been looking for.
Shang Ke was trembling with pain, but Wen Jingrong mistakenly thought he was afraid, and his expression turned gloomy. He restrained his urgency as much as possible, wanted to slow down and pursue him patiently, but his reaction made him feel extremely irritable, and he could hardly suppress the beast in his heart.
Shang Ke could see the evil spirits emerging from the man. Even with the purification of blessed light, he successfully absorbed some of them, which shows how strong his evil spirits are at the moment.
After absorbing it, Shang Ke's pain was relieved a lot, and the whole body felt comfortable. Having tasted the evil spirits in reality, the evil spirits in the dream are simply porridge and side dishes, bland and tasteless.
A thought suddenly popped up in Shang Ke's mind, temporarily not telling this man his identity, so that he would continue to generate evil spirits while he was asking for nothing. In this way, although he would suffer a little, he could also add more energy from him. Delicious evil spirits. The premise is that the speed at which he replenishes the evil energy must be faster than the speed at which he consumes it, otherwise he will still be dead.
In other words, the more ruthlessly he refuses now, the more fiercely he resists, the more suffocating he will absorb in the future.
Shang Ke broke free from the man's embrace, his eyes were covered with water mist because of the pain, he looked at him like a complaint, and silently declared in his heart: "Dear, let's play a smuggling, abusive, and abusive SM game. game
Wen Jingrong, who was unaware of Shang Ke's conspiracy, was so stimulated by his eyes that his body was surging, as if he would pounce on him and overwhelm him in the next moment.
Shang Ke is unyielding and unyielding on the surface, but secretly he is full of passion: let the evil spirits come more violently!
However, Wen Jingrong left in anger at this time, and the poor door frame was slammed by him.
Shang Ke stretched out Er Kang's hand, with tears in his eyes: No, don't go!
Lying in front of the window, he heard Wen Jingrong's angry voice and instructed the bodyguard, "Take good care of him, don't allow him to step out of the door, and report to me immediately if there is any problem."
"Yes, boss." The bodyguards answered in unison.
Shang Ke pouted, seeing that there was no evil spirit to eat, so he could only go back to Wen Jingrong's room and turn into a evil pen again.
Wen Jingrong was sitting in the car, feeling irritable. He unconsciously touched his sleeves with his fingers, but he felt empty.
Um? Wen Jingrong raised his hand and looked at it, only to realize that the magic number pen originally worn on his sleeve disappeared for some time.
He cursed in a low voice, his face even more gloomy, so frightened that the driver in front almost didn't drive the car into the sky.
Back at the company, Wen Jingrong searched up and down, and asked the secretary to visit Tyson's factory, but of course he couldn't find it.
In the end, only the home is left. If there is no home, it can only be reported as lost.
There is a fingerprint verification on the magic number pen, and anyone other than him will receive a message immediately if they use it on a networked electronic product. It is useless for ordinary people to pick up the certified magic number pen, and they are afraid that they will throw it away instead of sending it to the lost and found office.
This magic number pen was Wen Jingrong's father's relic, so he had to find it no matter what.
Wen Jingrong left the company early and went straight back to his small villa. What awaited him was an empty room.
"What about people!" Wen Jingrong stared sharply at the bodyguards standing in a row in front of him.
The bodyguard lowered his head with an ugly expression, not knowing how to answer. There were people squatting in front of and behind the villa, and no one was seen entering or leaving at all, but the people in the house disappeared silently.
Wen Jingrong took a deep breath and uttered a word coldly: "Go away."
The bodyguards left in dejection, secretly thinking that their job might not be guaranteed.
Wen Jingrong called the secretary: "Thoroughly investigate the family members and close relatives of all Tyson employees, and be sure to find Shang Ke for me!"
Hanging up the phone, a cold light flashed in Wen Jingrong's eyes: Shang Ke, you'd better pray that you will never be found by me, otherwise I will never let you go.
He kicked the coffee table over, Wen Jingrong strode into the room, and was about to go to the bathroom to rinse, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue light out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head to look, he was surprised to find that the magic number pen that he couldn't find anywhere was on the bedside table.
"It turns out that you are here." Wen Jingrong picked up the magic number pen, groped carefully, and whispered, "If only he was like you and could stay by my side at any time."
Sha Bi Shangke muttered to himself, the furthest distance in the world is not that I can't accompany you, but that I am by your side, but you don't know me.
Shang Ke turned into a thumb man, sat on Wen Jingrong's shoulder, and said softly, "I can't love you well in reality, but I'll make up for you in my dreams."
Wen Jingrong seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked to the side, there was nothing else in the huge room except for one room that was empty.
After washing, Wen Jingrong lay naked on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. In the end, I simply took two sleeping pills and barely fell asleep under the influence of the medicine.
Shang Ke felt distressed for a while, this man was majestic in front of others, and when he returned to his own world, he was just a lonely ordinary person. Wealth, power and status are readily available to him, but these cannot bring him real happiness. Only when he is with himself can he see his tender side.
Shang Ke entered the dreamland, stepped on the wet sand with bare feet, and looked at the rough sea in front of him in the gust of wind. He could imagine how bad this man was in his mood.
Unsurprisingly, Wen Jingrong quickly found him and hugged him tightly.
The raging wind gradually subsided, and finally calmed down.
"What's wrong?" Shang Ke turned around, took the initiative to hug his waist, and asked warmly.
"I found you, but you don't remember me." Wen Jingrong didn't hide his fragility in his dream, "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't control myself. I'm also very uncomfortable seeing you suffer."
Shang Ke comforted: "I know, I know it all."
"Shang Ke, what should I do to make you fall in love with me?" Wen Jingrong looked at him pitifully with help-seeking eyes.
In the dream, he is much cuter than in reality!
Shang Ke made a move to him seriously: "If you are sure you want to live with me for the rest of your life, don't look ahead, show your courage in the mall, and do whatever it takes to keep me by your side."
If he tried his best to set himself up, Shang Ke could be regarded as self-abuse to a certain level.
Wen Jingrong hesitated instead: "Is it really good to do this?"
Shang Ke was speechless, not knowing who had tied him home the first time they met, in an attempt to illegally imprison him. Man, the nature of your beast has long been seen through by the wise me.
"No problem." Shang Ke encouraged, "Forcing love is also a kind of fun, although the process may be a bit tyrannical, as long as the result is satisfactory."
The above is definitely misleading, please don't take it seriously.
"If you think it's fine..." Wen Jingrong's eyes were hot, "Then why don't we come and practice?"
ah? Before Shang Ke could react, the surrounding scene instantly changed from the sea to the bedroom. While he was lying on the bed, his eyes were covered with black cloth, his hands were tied to the bedpost, and he was wearing only a thin piece of clothing.
In the dark, I felt the mattress vibrate a few times, and then a fiery body covered it... After that, I won't go into details about the shaking and fierce battle process, in short, it was very yellow and violent.
When Shang Ke came out of the dream exhausted, he suddenly felt as if he had done something very painful...
After the relief in the dream, Wen Jingrong's combat power soared, and the scum was bursting. Unable to find Shang Ke, he also dragged the work arrangements of the laid-off employees of Tyson Decoration Materials, waiting for someone to fall into the trap.
Of course, he wasn't sure that Shang Ke would really come to the door, so he could only send someone to continue the search.
One day a week later, Wen Jingrong saw him come out of a shelter. It's just that he was sitting in the moving car and passed him by the wrong way.
So he sent another person to investigate the shelter, which contained more than 100 unemployed refugees and disabled people, but there was no information related to Shang Ke.
Is it just passing by
Wen Jingrong frowned and thought for a moment, and decided not to give up any clues, but to buy the shelter first. As for the people inside, they were all dismissed.
Half a month later, Wen Jingrong found him again in a shopping mall that was about to close down. He was still only a glimpse, but no one was caught.
In the days that followed, Wen Jingrong would meet Shang Ke from time to time on the way he passed, but every time he missed it. He had a feeling that Shang Ke was by his side, but he hadn't found it yet.
After successively acquiring several companies and Fuli institutions, the person Wen Jingrong was waiting for finally came to the door.
Shang Ke had to come, because Wen Jingrong's behavior of buying local tyrants had caused more than a thousand people to lose their source of income. Although those industries are already facing bankruptcy, they can persist for a year and a half. Now that Wen Jingrong intervened, they were immediately stabbed.
"What do you want?" Standing at the door of Wen Jingrong's villa, Shang Ke asked in a cold voice, "Do you know how many people you have caused unemployment?"
Wen Jingrong walked slowly to him, staring at him with wolf-like eyes: "I said earlier, I want you to be my lover."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Then I will acquire all the high-risk industries in this area." Wen Jingrong didn't know what Shang Ke had to do with these industries, but he didn't mind making a big deal, and by the way, he showed his financial strength and "bullying people". Domineering.
"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, I came here by mistake today!" Shang Ke turned around and was about to leave.
Wen Jingrong's eyes froze, his body suffocating, he grabbed Shang Ke's arm, and said in a low voice: "Since you are here, don't leave."
Shang Ke's body started to ache again, and he couldn't stop shaking.
Even so scared, he still bravely looked him in the eyes. This kind of Shang Ke gave Wen Jingrong a strong desire to conquer. He imprisoned him in his arms, lowered his head and bit his ear, murmuring like a lover: "Do it once, and you will help one person."
One at a time? He has a thousand places in his hand! Don't be so stingy!
"No need, I'll solve it myself!" Although e on swiped in his brain, Shang Ke had to resist desperately on the surface.
Wen Jingrong got the "true biography" of Shang Ke in his dream, understood the essence of forced love, and directly took the struggling Shang Ke home, ready to start a violent training.