Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Wen Liang was escorted away by several crew members who suddenly came aboard.

Standing on the observation deck on the seventh floor, Russell took a sip of red wine and turned to look at Jin Zhouxue beside him.

Those who accompanied Jin Zhouxue to discuss business were all old-fashioned people. Jin Zhouxue had lived abroad for many years and did not care much about the Jin family's industry, but the resources in his hands were indeed a piece of the cake that all leading domestic companies wanted to have a piece of. This cruise trip was a great opportunity. He had not been idle since Jin Zhouxue boarded the ship.

Jin Zhouxue, a man who was just thirty years old, looked younger sitting among them.

But he is not like those young men in their early twenties who are eager to fight.

Russell couldn't understand the whole show of love.

After seeing off those old antiques, Russell sighed:

"I thought you were arranged to be here specially to see the little beauty, but you kept talking about work. You didn't see what happened downstairs just now, it was so lively."

Jin Zhouxue turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, staring at one place without saying a word.

Not only did he know what happened, but he could still feel the touch of Wen Ran's lips.

The scent of Wen Liang was still lingering in her nostrils, as if she had kissed him personally.

Not only that, he even knew every word between Wen Ran and Ji Jueming, and knew how heartbroken Ji Jueming was when he agreed to break up with Wen Ran...

This extraordinary situation occurred a year ago. The boy's warm and fragrant breath crashed into his life. It could not be touched or found, but it was everywhere.

He and Wen Ran hugged each other countless times, but through other people's bodies.

Until he saw him for the first time in Jin Yuan’s mobile phone video.

All the floating emotions that could not find a place to rest finally found a vine.

Russell was used to Jin Zhouxue's silence, and their royal family needed Jin Zhouxue to act as a bridge between the two countries.

How does the Chinese say that if you put your warm face on a cold butt, you will become familiar with it.

"I saw Jin Yuan was there too, and he was playing with Little White Rabbit. Do they know each other?"

Jin Zhouxue reached out and poured out all the tea that had just been served to the guests, and asked someone to bring back some new cakes of tea, and brewed it again carefully:

“They had a relationship”

"Wow..." Russell shook his head in surprise, "You are such a dishonest uncle. You actually stole your nephew's girlfriend."

Jin Zhouxue continued to make and wash the tea leaves silently, and every movement was enough to serve as a textbook of tea art.

In Russell's impression, the ancient city-state of China is very strict about the emotional bonds between relatives. They seem to call this situation... incest.

But it does seem like something Jin Zhouxue could do.

"Then, what is the relationship between the little white rabbit and the tall black-haired young man?"

"They just broke up downstairs"

"Wow..." Russell was surprised again, "The little beauty is quite cool and has such a rich emotional life."

Russell supported his chin and thought, then suddenly raised his hand:

"I see. No wonder you called and sent someone to rescue Little Beauty. You wanted to separate Little Beauty from them so that you could do it yourself."

Jin Zhouxue's tea was ready, it was the top-quality Fujian Dahongpao, but there were only two cakes left, so there was no portion for Russell.

The man tasted it with dignity, then leaned back lazily and looked up at Russell:

"We sent people there not to separate them, but to help him find his next boyfriend."

"Wow..." Russell's understanding of Jin Zhouxue was refreshed.

It turns out that Jin Zhouxue has a cuckold fetish.

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When Wen Liang rushed to Shen Sinan's room, the validity period of the [National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance] item had expired.

He still looks handsome now, but it should not be difficult for people who know him to recognize him.

When Shen Sinan opened the door, he was stunned for only a second, and then a very happy smile appeared on his pale face, and he sincerely praised: "It's so beautiful."

Wen Liang lowered his head and pointed at his bandaged and bleeding hand: "You are pretty good looking too."

Wen Liang was frightened by the bloody photo just now. He thought that his last mission objective was about to end before it even began, so he hurried over.

"Why don't you call a doctor? There is a doctor on board the ship."

Shen Sinan moved aside to let Wen Liang in, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm used to this kind of injury."

Wen Liang frowned and walked in. He heard Shen Sinan close the door and asked him:

"I heard that you and Ji Jueming broke up?"

Wen Liang stopped and turned around. Shen Sinan also stood there, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

The man looked dull as if he was about to leave this world. His light-colored pupils were the warmest. He looked at Wen Liang and said, "Can you be with me now?"

The man's loose black sweater hung on his shoulders. He had broad shoulders but was thin, and his thin lips were bloodless. Anyone who knew him would have thought he had lost too much blood. Anyone who didn't know him would have thought he was dying.

Wen Liang had previously guessed that he must have other illnesses besides anorexia, and his relationship with his family was also very complicated.

Otherwise, why would they look for him instead of his family members who boarded the ship with him when his hand was so badly injured?

Wen Liang sighed softly:

"You know, you don't look like you're courting right now."

"What's that like?"

"Like asking for help."

Shen Sinan's smile gradually faded. How could someone look at him as if he could see through his soul?

Right.

Wen Ran lived at the top of his heart and knew that it was normal for his soul to be in a state of ruin.

"Ah, that's my fault," Shen Sinan turned around and went to the closet to get the coat hanging up, "I should do something to prove that I am indeed actively courting you."

The man took something out of his pocket.

Wen Liang watched the man unpack the package and blinked for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it was.

"What is it? A drink? Is it cold?"

I can drink it even if it's not cold.

Wen Liang was still thinking about the table full of delicious food that was wasted.

If he had known that Jin Yuan would come to cause trouble, he would have asked Jin Yuan to pay.

Shen Sinan walked over holding the citrus-hot lubricant, with a smile on his lips, showing the innocence and simplicity of a young boy.

He took Wen Liang's hand and led him to sit on the sofa nearby.

Wen Liang was still worried about Shen Sinan's hand: "Why don't we find a doctor to bandage it first before drinking the drink? What does it taste like?"

After asking, Wen Liang looked at the bottle held by the man, and the moment he saw it clearly, he stopped moving suddenly.

The line of small words on the orange outer bottle made his eyes widen.

Shen Sinan unscrewed the lid and replied to Wen Liang: "It smells like citrus, very nice."

Wen Liangteng stood up and looked at Shen Sinan warily: "What are you going to do?"

Shen Sinan slowly poured the gel-like substance onto his uninjured hand, speaking softly, raising his eyelids and looking at Wen Liang, saying:

"Just watch, I'll do it myself"