"Have you seen enough?" A cold voice entered the ears of Ge Junxuan and Bo Lin.
Ge Junxuan threw his hands innocently: "You guys kissed like crazy, you can't blame us for watching."
Wen Jingrong took Shang Ke and walked out from behind the curtains.
Shang Ke's face was still ruddy from the passionate kiss just now, his eyes were like clear springs, sparkling. Ge Junxuan secretly compared, he and Bo Lin were evenly matched in terms of body and appearance, but when the two stood together, the first thing that first noticed was Shang Ke. There is an indescribable charm about him that is unforgettable.
As expected of the person Wen Jingrong liked, he was indeed different.
"That's Ge Junxuan from Yongshao, and this is Bo Lin from Qingwei." Wen Jingrong circled Shang Ke and introduced, "His name is 'Shang Ke', my lover."
"Hello, nice to meet you." Ge Junxuan stretched out his hand towards Shang Ke with a smile on his face.
Shang Ke could feel Wen Jingrong's stiffness, and knew what he was nervous about. Shang Ke didn't have any drastic reaction, just shook hands with Ge Junxuan calmly. In front of outsiders, he didn't want to lose face to his man. Even if they want to fall in love and kill each other, it is their private "interesting" play.
Wen Jingrong's brows loosened, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and his arms unconsciously tightened a little.
This time it was Shang Ke's whole body tense, and the bright blessings pierced his skin, and he tried his best to endure before barely stopping his trembling.
Shang Ke moved his heel slightly and stepped on Wen Jingrong's toes "gently".
Wen Jingrong's eyes flickered slightly, but there was no strange color on his face. His fingers lightly pinched Shang Ke's waist, as if he was comforting a pet with frizzy fur.
"It's rare to meet you, why don't you go to the bar for a drink?" Ge Junxuan suggested enthusiastically.
Wen Jingrong looked at Shang Ke in his arms and said, "Next time, I have something to do today, so I'll go back first."
Ge Junxuan shrugged, expressing regret.
Seeing the backs of them leaving, a nameless fire surged in Bo Lin's heart. The appearance of Shang Ke not only interrupted his intention to cooperate with Wen Jingrong, but also completely reduced him to a background without even a chance to perform. It was almost just a face-to-face meeting, and Bo Lin became hostile to Shang Ke.
Wen Jingrong stuffed Shang Ke into the car, fastened his seat belt, sat in the driver's seat, and rushed towards his villa with full power.
"How did you escape?" Wen Jingrong asked. His villa has strict security measures, and he is also secretly protected by bodyguards when he travels. Even if Shang Ke can escape, it is impossible to escape so silently. Coupled with the fact that he had never been able to find his information, Wen Jingrong felt that Shang Ke's identity was rather strange. This feeling of being out of control made him very irritable.
"I have my own way." Shang Ke glanced at him and secretly complained: Will the "prisoner" tell the warden how he escaped
Wen Jingrong also knew that he couldn't ask the result, so he changed the question: "Why did you go to the reception?"
"Accompany your girlfriend." Shang Ke answered heartlessly.
A sharp brake sounded, Wen Jingrong's face was gloomy, and he held the steering wheel tightly, trying his best to control the tyranny in his heart.
After a while, he restarted the car and rushed back to the villa in a rage.
As soon as he entered the door, Wen Jingrong overwhelmed Shang Ke at the entrance.
"Starting from tomorrow, I want you to stay by my side!" Wen Jingrong made this decision while galloping inside him.
The next day, Wen Jingrong really took Shang Ke to the company and placed him in his lounge.
"There is a computer inside, you can go online to pass the time, and tell me if you need anything." After speaking, Wen Jingrong lowered his head to kiss him, but didn't let him escape.
Wen Jingrong's eyes turned cold, one hand wrapped around his waist, the other held his head, and gave a deep kiss that could not be refused.
"Shang Ke, get used to it early, otherwise I don't know if I will do anything to hurt you." Wen Jingrong left these words in his ear before slowly letting go of him, turning around and walking out of the lounge.
Shang Ke casually kicked the door, then walked to the computer and started surfing the Internet bored.
Wen Jingrong sat behind the desk, turned on the monitor, and paid attention to the situation in the lounge while handling affairs.
At this time, the computer prompted to receive an email, and when he clicked on it, it was a cooperation plan sent by Bo Lin regarding the bidding for the development project of Paino Island.
Wen Jingrong browsed carefully for a while and determined that there was no problem, so he brought up the magic number pen and planned to sign his name, and then handed the plan to the board of directors for an evaluation. Once approved, the cooperation agreement could be formally signed.
Ge Junxuan is his trusted partner, and Bolin's company is also well-known in the industry. There is absolutely no need for them to take the risk of losing their credibility to cheat, just to cheat his 100 million to 200 million funds.
Wen Jingrong skillfully waved the signature a few times, but the handwriting did not appear.
He frowned and tried elsewhere. The writing was smooth and there was no problem, except that he could not sign the cooperation plan.
Wen Jingrong was puzzled and planned to change a pen, but found that the pen seemed to be stuck to his finger, and he couldn't take it off.
what's going on? Why didn't you find your pen so windy before? Is it aging
Wen Jingrong didn't dare to break it, for fear of breaking the pen. When he was thinking about it, his eyes inadvertently fell on the screen, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind. Is there anything wrong with this plan
Wen Jingrong read it several times, the regulations are clear, the responsibilities are clear, it is a standard cooperation plan.
However, Wen Jingrong believed that there must be a demon when something went wrong, and with a cautious attitude, he decided to conduct a detailed investigation on Bo Lin's Qingwei to avoid any possible risks.
So he dialed a number and ordered the matter down. As soon as the call ended, the pen that was originally stuck to the finger fell off naturally and fell on the table with a click.
Wen Jingrong couldn't help but laugh: "You're not going to be an elite, are you?"
The corners of Shang Ke's mouth rose in the lounge, his eyes curved with a smile, and he looked happy.
After a peaceful day, Wen Jingrong finished work and led Shang Ke, who had nothing to do, to return to the villa.
Ever since he had eaten the food that Shang Ke made, Wen Jingrong often asked people to prepare new ingredients so that Shang Ke could use it at any time.
In terms of food, Shang Ke did not treat Wen Jingrong harshly. After all, no matter how "sadistic", he didn't want to damage his health.
The well-fed Wen Jingrong was shining brightly, but Shang Ke didn't want to get close at all, so he could only sit on the sofa in the living room and watch TV. There is a blood-vomiting concept drama being staged on TV. The male and female protagonists hurt and entangle each other, making noise and love.
Of course, what Shang Ke was concerned about was not their earth-shattering love, but the means by which they hurt each other, which he felt could learn from.
To sum up, there are probably a few, one, all kinds of strange misunderstandings; two, unreasonable troubles like a convulsion; three, the spread of Notre Dame disease.
Misunderstanding or something, you need the right time and place, skip it for the time being. Besides, he already has a "girlfriend", enough to deal with it for a while.
And the essence of Notre Dame is to forgive any enemy who has harmed him to the core, to transfer his lover "generously", to always put himself in a sad position, to use the generosity of others to realize his kindness, and to be passionate about it. Helping the enemy is unwilling to support relatives and friends rationally.
Shang Ke thought about it for a while, and felt that this was a bit difficult, so he could only act by chance, and now the only thing left was "unreasonable trouble".
There are several manifestations of vexatiousness. One is to quarrel when a word disagrees, which is not in line with his style and damages his image, so ignore it; the other is to create all kinds of troubles that make people feel overwhelmed; the third is to destroy other people's favorite things , and so on.
Shang Ke feels that both the second and third points can be tried.
At home, what Wen Jingrong cared about most was probably his laptop. There are many important files in the computer. Once damaged, it will definitely make him furious.
While Wen Jingrong was taking a shower, Shang Ke stood in front of the running notebook with a glass of boiling water. As long as the glass of water was poured down, the computer would be useless. The demon in Shang Ke's heart let out a sinister laugh, urging Shang Ke to act quickly.
However, Shang Ke struggled for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to start. It's not easy for his man to support a company. It's too cruel to cause him a lot of losses because of his "unreasonable trouble"!
Shang Ke took a deep breath, let's change something! Like the cup he used a lot, or the suit he liked to wear, or the pot of cactus on the windowsill.
Well, even if 10,000 of these things are smashed, Wen Jingrong probably won't frown, and maybe he will build a special warehouse for him to destroy.
So, is there anything that Wen Jingrong pays attention to without causing too much loss
While thinking about it, Wen Jingrong came out of the bathroom with a suit of steam. Seeing Shang Ke standing in front of the computer in a daze, he walked over to hug him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shang Ke was in a throbbing pain, and said dully: "It's nothing." He was just thinking about what posture he should use to perfectly realize the "unreasonable" plan.
"It's getting late, go wash and get ready to sleep." Wen Jingrong rarely saw him being so obedient, so he couldn't help but pat his head.
Shang Ke naturally went to the bathroom, and when he started to rinse, he suddenly woke up, why was he being so obedient and making trouble without reason!
Also, he took a woolen bath with a spirit body, and his whole body was so clean that he didn't have a single hair on his body, okay
Turning off the nozzle, Shang Ke stood in front of the mirror and folded his chest in deep thought. In the misty mirror, his naked figure was reflected.
Suddenly, Shang Ke had a flash of inspiration. He thought he knew something that would attract Wen Jingrong's attention without causing too much loss!
"It's you." Shang Ke pointed at the figure in the mirror, his tone affirmed.
Hunger strikes, jumping out of windows, cutting wrists, passive resistance... as much abuse as possible!
After making a decision, Shang Ke walked out of the bathroom aggressively, planning to start implementing it in a few days.
Wen Jingrong saw that he ran out naked, his eyes were dim, and he didn't break it. He just stared at the traitor silently. After the blood surged, he took him into the bed and started a new round of "training"...
A few days later, Shang Ke, who lost a lot of evil spirits in a row, was finally ready to go on a hunger strike.
"Take you to a place." Wen Jingrong suddenly said to Shang Ke after leaving the company.
"Where?" Shang Ke was curious, but his face showed no concern.
Wen Jingrong didn't answer immediately, but took Shang Ke directly to a factory being renovated on the edge of the city.
Shang Ke looked at him puzzled.
Wen Jingrong smiled and said, "I plan to build a handicraft workshop here to accommodate those unemployed workers."
A trace of surprise flashed in Shang Ke's eyes.
"Intelligent mechanized factories do not require much labor, but in this era of individuality, professionally customized handmade products are still very popular." Wen Jingrong explained, "This kind of handmade products is not very technical, but the steps are complicated. , exquisite and unique, very attractive to young people. However, those employees have no experience and must be trained for a period of time, and those who are not qualified will still be eliminated. I hope you understand this."
Shang Ke looked at the soon-to-be-completed factory building in front of him, and his heart was ups and downs. Wen Jingrong actually quietly made arrangements for the unemployed when he was completely unaware. Strange, he was obviously taken with him every day, why didn't he know anything about it? What if he was sneaking out? I really want to hug his man, kiss him twice, then push him to the ground, take off his pants, and sit up by himself!
What is "unreasonable"? How could he make trouble with his man unreasonably? Don't make trouble, their relationship couldn't be better!
Shang Ke pursed his lips tightly, using the strength to suckle to not reveal his true heart.
Seeing that his face was expressionless, Wen Jingrong couldn't help showing a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
Don't be disappointed! He is really really happy! Come over here and grab one!
However, Wen Jingrong did not hear his affectionate call, and said in a low voice: "I do this just to make you happy. I am willing to spend my whole life fighting for your forgiveness and your love."
Shang Ke lowered his head to avoid him seeing the emotion in his eyes.
Wen Jingrong stared at him deeply for a long time, then took his hand and said warmly, "Go home."
Shang Ke didn't struggle, even though his palms hurt a lot.
Tell him the truth! He wants to fall in love with him frankly, without misunderstanding, without concealment, without falsehood, without harm.
However, how long can he stay with him without the evil spirit? Is the evil spirit absorbed in the dream enough to support his consumption during the day
It can be measured again and again, and I decided to experiment first.
That night, Shang Ke rolled the sheets with Wen Jingrong without any hassle.
Wen Jingrong was ecstatic, hugging Shang Ke excitedly and having a good time. In the middle of the night, Shang Ke was awakened by Wen Jingrong's stomach rumbling, so he got up and went to the kitchen to make him a supper.
Wen Jingrong felt that his arms were empty, and immediately woke up, hurried out of the room, and didn't feel relieved until he found him in the kitchen.
"Exactly, I ordered two bowls of noodles, let's eat together." Shang Ke washed his hands and put the noodles on the table.
Looking at the hot noodles on the table and at Shang Ke who was taking off his apron, Wen Jingrong almost thought it was a dream.
He walked behind Shang Ke, lowered his head to help him take off his apron, and asked uncertainly, "Coco, are you... willing to accept me?"
Shang Ke looked at his palm, which had become flickering because of consuming too much evil energy, and said slowly, "Try to date for three months first?"