The Shen family is a celebrity in the circle, and occasionally holds a few banquets in the villa and manor. The cars parked outside are all starting at a million, and the clothes and the temples have captured the wealth and honor of the world to the extreme.
Although Shen Run is the eldest young master of the Shen family, when the old man was in power, he still couldn't make any troubles. Most of the time, people just treated him politely, and looked away after a while.
There is a long dining table in the garden outside, and the sound of the European-style flowing water fountain is perfectly integrated with the dance music from the inside.
Under the shadow of the moonlight, a man leaned against the outer wall and did not move. He was wearing a well-cut light-colored suit, elegant and prudent, holding a glass of champagne in his right hand. When he raised his eyes, his brown pupils were as warm as jade, which well concealed the trace of coldness.
Shen Run searched for a moment before seeing him, avoiding the eyes and ears of others, frowning calmly: "What are you doing standing here."
As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly, gestured into the banquet hall, and said coldly, "Shen Yu is in there, you can't hook him up here."
Sheng Chuan shook the glass, and the light-colored liquid in the glass wall looked magnificent: "You should find a woman for this kind of thing."
It could be heard that he had some objections to seducing Shen Yu.
When Shen Run heard the words, the honest and honest facial features showed an extremely abrupt ridicule and disdain: "If he really likes women, I still need to come to you? Don't waste time here, either go and hook people, or come back. The factory continues to do your odd jobs."
Shen Run was always vigilant. After speaking, he looked around and saw that no one noticed it. He adjusted his tie and took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray before returning to the social circle.
Sheng Chuan heard that through the glass window, he looked at the boy in the middle of the banquet hall with the stars holding the moon. Just looking at his face, he felt that the other party was extremely arrogant and dazzling like the sun, which was slightly contrary to Sheng Chuan's cautiousness.
Is this rich young master easy to hook up with
Sheng Chuan didn't know that it was the first time he did this kind of thing. Under his calm and dignified appearance, he actually hid a hesitant heart.
In this banquet hall, in addition to business celebrities and rich families, if you look carefully, you can vaguely find a few familiar faces that often appear in the media, most of them are graceful women.
Zhou Zhenjia leaned on the armrest of the sofa carelessly, and found something wrong at a glance. He is the one with the most lace news among the bunch of young men and brothers, and he is also the most familiar with those little stars and netizens. : "Hey, isn't that ST's popular anchor Fan Yun, how did she get in?"
The word "Internet celebrity" can be praised or criticized, but it is easy to make people look down on it. In fact, they are not qualified to squeeze in this kind of banquet, except for the most famous ones.
Shen Yu heard the words and followed his line of sight, but in a second he raised his eyebrows and withdrew his gaze, his eyes were clear, and his interest was lacking: "I don't know."
Someone next to him giggled and said, "You don't know that, right now, the little Internet celebrities in Teduo are specially packaging themselves as white and rich, and then find a channel to sneak into the upper-class banquet to hang the golden turtle son-in-law."
Shen Yu let out a sigh, feeling bored, pointed to them in a circle, and said with a half-smile, "Whoever gets hanged is stupid."
Zhou Zhenjia pushed him: "nonsense, you are not interested in women, of course you won't be hanged by them."
Shen Yu frowned: "Fuck you!"
After speaking, he glanced at the elders and saw that they hadn't heard Zhou Zhenjia's words, and then he felt relieved. Father Shen was old and conservative. If he knew that Shen Yu liked men, his legs would have to be interrupted.
This kind of banquet is nothing more than to expand people's contacts. Full of bumps with others.
Shen Yu has a rambunctious temperament, and he can't walk smoothly. At the moment, he only felt that he had bumped into a tall and strong man, and his painful eyes were shining with gold stars. A low male voice sounded from the side.
"Damn."
Sheng Chuan finally made up his mind to walk into the banquet hall. Who would have thought that someone would plunge into his arms with such a fierce force that his jaw hurt when he hit him, and he remembered the word inexplicably.
The wind and the fire, the reckless, isn't it a reckless ghost
Shen Yu is used to being pampered, no matter whether he hits someone or someone hits him, he is the only one who can scold others, no one can scold him, he squinted his eyes when he heard this, and was about to see who had the guts to eat the ambitious leopard. Said, when he saw it, he was stunned.
The other party is a raw face, at least Shen Yu has never seen him in the circle. The man is tall and long, with gentle eyebrows and eyes. In the night, he looks clean and cold. With a smile, the shirt was meticulously buttoned to the Adam's apple, and it felt a little abstinent.
But in Shen Yu's memory, people who are abstinent are all cold, not like Sheng Chuan who likes to laugh. He glanced at the other party and supported his hand. For the first time in his life, he felt a little uncomfortable, and his fierce tone was a little weaker. Dividing the momentum: "Hey, who are you calling a daredevil?"
Only then did Sheng Chuan see his appearance clearly, thinking that it was the second young master of the Shen family, he let go of his hand slowly, and after a while, smiled: "Whoever bumps over, I'm talking about whoever."
As he spoke, he unconsciously touched his red chin, still feeling a little stuffy.
Naturally, Shen Yu also noticed his movements. He couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment, so he bypassed him and walked straight out. As a result, he didn't know if he was stunned and stumbled over the threshold.
Sheng Chuan backhanded him without turning his head, as if he had eyes behind him. He wondered why this second young master of the Shen family looked so stupid, and pointedly reminded: "Be careful when you walk."
Shen Yu was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He flung away Sheng Chuan's hand like he was furious, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhou Zhenjia and the others were looking at them, covering their stomachs and laughing like a ball.
Zhou Zhenjia laughed out of breath, tears were about to come out: "It's over, Second Young Master Shen was hanged."
His mouth seemed to have opened up, and a gloomy back path was set in the dark.
Shen Yu didn't hear it, he only knew that they were laughing, but he didn't know exactly what they were laughing at. At the moment, he didn't even have the mind to quarrel with Sheng Chuan, and left the banquet hall alone.
Shen Yu didn't leave, he found a place to sit at the round table on the lawn outside, exuding the aura that strangers should not approach. Sheng Chuan remembered what Shen Run said, watched for a while, then walked over and pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.
Shen Yu raised his eyes, saw Sheng Chuan, was obviously startled, and said in a bad tone: "Who are you?"
Sheng Chuan looked at the young master quietly, and the moonlight shone down behind him, looking very interested: "The person you bumped into."
Shen Yu just didn't want to admit that he bumped into him, crossed Erlang's legs and looked spoiled: "What if I bumped into him?"
Want to fight? He is not afraid of fighting.
Sheng Chuan smiled: "Well, it's okay if you hit it."
Shen Yu heard the words and looked at him, inexplicably felt that there was some deep meaning behind this sentence, why did he feel uncomfortable when sitting, and he was the one who hit him? What if someone else hit it
His mind is too simple, and he has never experienced anything, so what he thinks is shown on his face, Sheng Chuan sees it at a glance, taps the edge of the table with his fingertips, summons the waiter to serve two glasses of wine, and takes one of them. With a smile, he gestured to Shen Yu: "As an apology."
Shen Yu wondered why this person was always smiling, he ignored the thin red on the tip of his ear, and only thought that Sheng Chuan's smile was annoying: "Didn't you just say that I bumped into you, and what sin did you give me?"
Sheng Chuan tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his brows, and asked him in a puzzled way, "Are the effects of listening and speaking power mutual?"
Shen Yu didn't speak, the tips of his ears were already red before he noticed it, and he muttered something to himself, but he didn't hear it very clearly. Sheng Chuan just felt that he was like a clean white paper, not deep in the world, and not yet infected by this society. Dirty color.
I suddenly felt a little pity in my heart, I can't explain why.
Sheng Chuan pretended not to know him: "What's your name?"
Shen Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "You don't know me?"
That tone, like what kind of big star he is, if he doesn't know him, he has committed a big crime.
Sheng Chuan suppressed a smile, nodded and said, "Well, I have been abroad before, and it's not long since I came back."
This is the identity that Shen Run arranged for him.
Shen Yu thought that it was no wonder Sheng Chuan looked so raw, he took a sip of his wine and stared at each other, seemingly casual, but said clearly: "Shen Yu."
"My name is Shen Yu," he said.
Sheng Chuan always felt that there was a series of words omitted from his tone. You must remember it for me. If you dare to forget, you will be killed. He nodded: "Sheng Chuan."
His brown eyes always seem to be spoiled with an illusion, as clean as the breeze and the moon.
Teenagers are the most easily moved. Their acquaintance began tonight, and in the end, everything went smoothly. As Zhou Zhenjia said, the second young master Shen was hanged. Not only was he hanged, but he also ate to death.
Mrs. Shen passed away early, although the old man Shen favored Shen, but he did not put it on the bright side. He would always reprimand him from time to time. Over time, he developed a rebellious and perverse character, which few people could eat. But Shengchuan just had to eat and live. After getting along for a long time, I always have to break through the last step. I am afraid of pain, so I didn't mention it. Sheng Chuan has enough patience. Only the most patient hunters can catch the biggest prey, so he persuaded and coaxed without a trace, and finally he was depressed. Finally nodded.
In the top-floor viewing suite of a five-star hotel, one was jerky and ignorant, the other was mature and stumbled.
Shen Yu, the pampered young master, couldn't stand the pain at all. He didn't know whether it was real pain or fake pain. Anyway, before Sheng Chuan had done anything, he became angry and refused to continue saying anything.
The arrow was on the string, and he suddenly withdrew. Rao Shi Shengchuan was also a little angry and itchy. He pulled Shen Yu out of the quilt, his voice was low and hoarse, with a little forbearance, his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Good, it doesn't hurt."
Shen Yu pouted, sighed, and wrapped the quilt around his bare body, only his head was exposed. His black eyes were clean and clear, and his stomach was full of delusions: "It's not you who is below, of course you don't hurt anymore."
Sheng Chuan imprisoned him in his arms across the quilt, and directly kissed his lips with fierce force.
The crystal chandelier above his head made him dizzy after staring at it for a long time.
Shen Yu was still in pain, his face was pale, and he couldn't push Sheng Chuan away. He really felt that he couldn't survive or die, so he kept pumping his breath: "It hurts..."
Sheng Chuan said: "It will hurt the first time."
He was probably a little annoyed and depressed just now, and his voice sounded a little light.
Shen Yu was inexplicably aggrieved when he heard the words, but he didn't say anything, he endured it.
Sheng Chuan thought to himself why Shen Yu was so easy to deceive, the first time it would hurt, but it wouldn't last long, he did it on purpose. Even if he is a muddy person, he will endure the gloomy young master's temper every day, and he will be a little angry, and he can only take revenge for this kind of thing.
But seeing the other side endure the pain pitifully, he paused again.
Sheng Chuan thought with hindsight that Shen Yu was different from a child from a poor family in the mountains like him. Maybe he had never hurt his fingers since he was a child, so he should be afraid of pain.
Sheng Chuan kissed Shen Yu again, slowly soothing his back, the warm kiss gradually moved and kissed his earlobe, and then licked and bit gently, this is Shen Yu's sensitive point, his body trembled, the end of his eyes quickly famous.
Sheng Chuan coaxed him: "Look, I'll say it doesn't hurt."
Shen Yu hugged his neck and muttered, "It just hurts."
For the first time in his life, Sheng Chuan didn't know what to do with a person. He couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him.
Shen Yu blinked: "...It still hurts."
Sheng Chuan kissed him on the lips: "Then kiss again."
He has no bottom line in containing all of Depression, which is addictive like a poppy. Depression lowered his head and rubbed his neck, and seemed to be finally satisfied, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, like a well-behaved milk cat.
Shen Yu suddenly asked, "Sheng Chuan, do you like me?"
He didn't ask nervously at all, as if he was sure that the other party would give the answer he wanted.
Sheng Chuan hummed: "I like it."
Shen Yu was happy: "I like you too."
What he said about liking was really liking, and he was very sincere and sincere.
Shen Yu didn't dare to let the old man know that he liked men before, for fear of breaking his leg, but then he brought Sheng Chuan to the front of the people dignifiedly, and he didn't say a word after being beaten many times.
He likes Sheng Chuan. He doesn't take him as a thing. The young master's aloof eyes will remain level only when he sees him, and the last little bit is as low as the dust.
Sheng Chuan quietly embraced the depression, even through a layer of skin and bones, he could clearly feel the fiery joy of the other party. For a few seconds, a short-lived thought appeared in his heart.
if…
If only he was real...
Too bad it's all fake...
Sheng Chuan lowered his eyes and rubbed his gloomy head: "It won't hurt next time."
Shen Yu shrank in his arms: "It doesn't matter if you say it, I don't care if I say it."
Sheng Chuan said with a good temper: "Well, you have the final say."
Shen Yu: "Really?"
Sheng Chuan: "Really."
really like it.