Lu Zhan loves to play and drink, but Wen Run didn't dare to compete with him for drinking, meaning to have a drink with him before running away. When he reacted, his feet had already fled to Ye Hansheng's table. At this time, he couldn't pretend he didn't see it anymore. Wen Run could only smile and tried his best not to look at the empty cake plate, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Zheng elder brother."
Zheng Xuan raised his glass and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, the gift has been placed in your room."
Wen Run poured the wine again and clinked glasses with him, his eyes lit up with lights also smiled, "Thank you, this is the most lively birthday I've ever had."
"It will be so lively every year from now on." Zheng Xuan cast a glance at Ye Hansheng, with a pun intended.
Wen Run didn't understand his subtext, and nodded in agreement, thinking that although signing the contract was a moment of enthusiasm, but he stumbled along the way, he liked acting more and more, and met more and more friends. His luck.
The three of them were having a drink on one side, but they were having fun on the other side. A birthday party is all about drinking and having fun. Wen Run has a quiet temperament, but he can't stand it. Among his friends, there are two or three who love to play. In the past, there was only one Lu Zhan, but now there are more Guo Congfei and Xie Yupan. It's really a long time to meet confidants, and the three of them have a good drink together.
If there is too much alcohol in the stomach, the brain will be dizzy and the courage will become bigger. The three of them didn't know who started it, and they started to paste cream on each other. Guo Congfei's hands were covered with cream, and he was about to go to Lu Zhan in a daze, but he accidentally bumped into someone. He turned his head dissatisfied, and saw that the person who bumped into him was Shen Muxun, and immediately smiled, and reached out to touch Shen Muxun's face. After she smeared cream on her face, she boasted seductively, "Your skin is so good, smooth and tender."
Shen Muxun looked down at him, the expression in his dark eyes was unclear.
Seeing it from the side, Lu Zhan took a breath, and immediately abandoned his brother and slipped away quickly.
This person is looking for death, I really can't stop him.
After touching the face, Guo Congfei squinted his eyes pretending to be coquettish and licked his fingers, and said intoxicated, "It smells so good."
Shen Muxun asked blankly, "Is it sweet?"
Guo Congfei smirked: "Sweet."
Shen Muxun asked again, "Is it delicious?"
Guo Congfei nodded: "It's delicious."
Shen Muxun stopped talking, and stared at him for a long time.
Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan, who had slipped away, joined forces in victory. Both of them had cream in their hands, and they hid their hands behind their backs and went to find Wen Run. Lu Zhan patted Wen Run's shoulder with his clean hand. As soon as Wen Run turned his head, the two of them smeared cream on his face like lightning. There are five cream marks on one side, which is very symmetrical!
Wen Run came to his senses and wiped off the cream to fight back, but Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan laughed and ran away.
When Wen Run went to chase after him, they immediately made a fuss, and the whole restaurant was filled with laughter and occasional screams.
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When celebrating Wen Run's birthday in the wooden house restaurant, netizens and milk fans were not idle.
#文润生日快乐0429# and #文润生日应助神流# Both topics occupy the front row of hot searches. The former was painted up by milk powder, while the latter was supported by netizens who eat melons.
Celebrities celebrate their birthdays in much the same way. Birthday parties, LED large-screen promotions for landmark buildings, subway line promotions, and public welfare support are all similar in number. They are nothing more than fans’ love for their idols.
But Wen Run's birthday is very different. What is the difference? The difference lies in the sudden emergence of milk powder, which has a hydrogen-like style of painting.
As early as daytime, someone posted a photo of an airport on Weibo. In the photo, a cream-yellow plane was parked on the tarmac of an airport in the capital. This plane is slightly smaller than a large airliner, and its whole body is painted creamy yellow. On both sides of the wings are written "Wen Run Happy 20th Birthday" in large characters, and the fuselage is sprayed with Wen Run's hottest Q version. image. At first glance, it was a private car of some kind.
It was revealed that the photo at the airport was of a milk powder, and the microblog posted also featured the original author of the Q version of the villain, [@我爱奶冬一生, madam! ! ! ! You see what this is! ! ! ! ]
The original author reposted the Weibo, and there was only one sentence and a picture. The picture was a screenshot of a Weibo account called [Xiao Xiao Wu Ye] asking her for authorization and a huge transfer.
It turned out that a while ago, someone suddenly asked her to authorize, and only said that she wanted to print something to support Nai Wen's birthday. She thought it was just a fan who wanted to make merchandise, so she agreed. Unexpectedly, after this Hao asked for the card number, he directly transferred 100,000 authorization fees to her. After that, the trench disappeared.
She never expected that her picture would be printed on a private jet, and this is no ordinary trench, but a divine trench. After having the Weibo ID leaked by the original author, soon some fans discovered that [Xiao Xiaowuye] had joined the support group of the official support club, and some fans even posted screenshots of the chat at that time.
On idol's birthday, capable fans will raise funds to support. At the beginning, the milk powder wanted to rent out the entire subway line 2 for Wen Runqingsheng, but it was rejected by this [Xiao Xiaowu Ye] who had never been in a bubble before it was put forward.
The reason is: I have already paid for the subway line, you can change to another.
The milk powders all had a face: exm? ? ?
This trumpet, who seemed unfamiliar and who uttered nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth, was kicked out of the group just like that.
This was originally a trivial matter, and the fans ignored it long ago, but after the original author revealed that the owner of the private jet might be [Xiao Xiaowuye], the fun became great. Because people didn't brag at all, on the twenty-ninth day, Line 2 and Line 3, the subway with the most people in City B, were all replaced with a gentle color—milk yellow, and the subway was full of gentle propaganda The promotional billboards in the station were all replaced with photos celebrating Wen Run's birthday.
And these are not the handwriting of milk powder.
So this Shenhao, whose painting style was once considered a fake fan, became a hot search. When it was on the trending search, it wasn't just about the fans. The idle farting netizens also started various identities, but for most of the day, no information was found. However, someone discovered that on the 29th, someone donated two million to a charity foundation in the name of Wen Run.
Judging by the handwriting, it wasn't done by fans, so there is a high probability that it is that mysterious Shenhao again.
In this way, Shenhao was ranked in the front row of the hot search, and even the Weibo with the zombie account [Xiao Xiaowuye] also gained more than 100,000 followers. And because Shenhao's identity could not be identified, the popularity on Weibo has not dissipated. Until the evening, netizens are still making various guesses. It's just that the normal guess at the beginning has gone astray, and it has started to go in various unimaginable directions.
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Ye Hansheng naturally didn't have the energy to pay attention to these.
All his attention was captured by Wen Run, watching him laughing and playing with others, getting cream all over his face, his expression was full of indulgence.
After making a fuss late at night, several people were tired from playing, and finally couldn't make a fuss, so they went back to rest. Ye Hansheng had greeted Yu Lei in advance, the wooden houses in the resort were all vacant, and the rooms had been arranged in advance, so just go back and rest right now.
The single-family wooden house has a layout of two bedrooms and one living room. Wen Runran and Ye Hansheng lived in the same building. The two went back together, Wen Run was tired and sleepy, and went back to the room to take a shower, and before they had time to dry their hair, they half leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep.
When Ye Hansheng came over to deliver gifts, he saw that the door of his room was ajar and the lights were bright, but there was no movement inside. Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Ye Hansheng pushed the door open and went in. In the bedroom, Wen Run's hair was half wet, and he was sleeping heavily against the head of the bed.
Turning the wheelchair and walking to the bed, Ye Han called him softly twice, Wen Run frowned slightly, and snorted twice, but he didn't wake up. Ye Hansheng was very close to him at this time, and Wen Run's head was tilted outwards. If his body was tilted any further, it would almost fall into his arms.
Putting the gift beside the bed, Ye Hansheng looked at him intently. Wen Run just took a shower, his fair skin was transparent, and there was a faint fragrance of shower gel. The crow-black eyelashes drooped, still faintly oozing with moisture. With a thought in mind, Ye Hansheng stretched out his hand to fiddle with it lightly, and it turned out to be moist. His fingers slid down again, lightly touching the tip of the upturned nose, and finally landed on the lips that were brighter than the day.
The warm lips are not as thin as his, but very sensual, soft to the touch, and the touch makes people linger. Ye Hansheng's eyes darkened, he rubbed gently, but saw the eyelashes of the sleeping person tremble, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings. Ye Hansheng paused and looked up, but Wen Run was still deeply asleep and did not wake up.
His eyes were lowered, he smiled suddenly, his fingers changed to pinch his chin, and he leaned over to enclose his lips, his kiss was lingering, his lips pressed against each other, while grinding, his dark eyes kept watching With a warm response.
The sleeping person's breathing was obviously disordered, his body trembled slightly, and his crow-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly caught by someone.
A chuckle escaped from his throat, Ye Hansheng pried open his tightly closed white teeth, and hooked his limp tongue.
Wen Run tried his best to control his breathing so as not to reveal the fact that he had woken up on the spot. In fact, when Ye Han called him, he became vaguely conscious, but he was too sleepy, so he didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't wake up until Ye Hansheng suddenly touched his lips. It's just that he was afraid that the scene would be too embarrassing when he woke up, so he subconsciously continued to pretend to be asleep, hoping that Ye Hansheng would leave quickly.
Who knew that he would secretly kiss him while he was sleeping.
Some intense kisses made it difficult for him to breathe, but he did not hate them carefully. Wen Run's tongue dodged, but he caught him and bit and sucked it lightly. He kissed Wen Run until he felt like he was about to suffocate, so he finally let him go.
Wen Run closed his eyes tightly, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, he thought, after kissing for so long, he should leave, right
Ye Hansheng narrowed his eyes happily, and wiped the transparent liquid at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Seeing that he was still covering his ears and pretending to be asleep, his chest vibrated, and he gave a low laugh, "Still awake? Do you want me to continue kissing?"
I couldn't pretend to sleep anymore, Wen Run opened his eyes suddenly, and called him shyly and angrily, "Boss Ye!"
"Huh?" Ye Hansheng approached him with a smile on his face, "Why are you still called Mr. Ye?" He leaned against his ear, his lips almost touching the earlobe, and coaxed in a hoarse and deep voice: "Call me name."
Wen Run shrank back into the bed, avoiding his touch, feeling a little apprehensive and at a loss, he looked at Ye Hansheng, and asked softly, "In what capacity should I call your name?"
Ye Han was slightly taken aback, seeing his nervous expression, he chuckled lightly, pulled him over, and kissed his eyelashes again.
Wen Run put his hand on his chest, feeling the violent beating of the heart underneath, and heard him ask word by word in a deep voice: "Boyfriend, only partner, heir to the inheritance... Which identity do you want?"
Wen Run gasped for breath, opened his eyes wide to look at him, opened his mouth slightly and was speechless.
Ye Hansheng kissed him between the brows, and wrapped his strong arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and said with a smile: "No choice? That's all." He put his arm on his waist forcefully , let him hug himself, and then said in a deep voice: "I have chosen, but I can't go back on my word."
After saying that, seeing that Wen Run was still blank and unresponsive, he bit his lip in dissatisfaction.
Wen Run was bitten by him in pain, and finally came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to push him in shame, but his voice was soft, "Boss Ye, let me go first..."
Ye Han didn't let go, and insisted, "Call me by my name."
Wen Run was flustered by his kiss, and felt his head turned into a paste. He called "Boss Ye" a few more times in a panic, but was punished by Ye Han's voice even more severely. Wen Run's nose turned red, and finally called out weakly. Say his name.
Ye Hansheng... Hansheng...
Just two words, to my ears, but it was as sweet as honey, Ye Hansheng lightened his movements, gently licked his lips, and urged vaguely: "Keep screaming..."
It was soft and waxy, calling his name with a begging voice, it was crisp to the bone.
The author has something to say: Small theater, Mr. Ye: The fan circle is so hard to mix, you can't even spend money.