Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Jin Zhouxue coughed twice and explained patiently:

"I'm not young anymore, I need a legal wife, and you need a more secure identity. You know, a short-term balance can't last long. As long as you are still single, you are giving them hope."

The man's voice was low and gentle, as if he was massaging his ears. Wen Liang looked out the car window. It was the way back to his small rental house. Otherwise, Wen Liang would have suspected that Jin Zhouxue was going to pester him and force him unless he agreed.

How did Jin Zhouxue recognize him?

Reincarnation, such a strange thing, why do they accept it so well?

It must be because this body is also sliced, it looks so similar.

Wen Liang quickly and easily calmed down his mood and looked seriously at the man sitting next to him.

Jin Zhouxue leaned against the car window, the sunlight shining softly on him through the one-way glass. Jin Zhouxue's gaze was not as gentle and affectionate as Ji Jueming's, which made him feel pressured, nor was it as paranoid and sinister as Shen Sinan's. He seemed to be handling an ordinary matter with ease, serious and respectful.

Wen Liang blinked and said, "I have a lot of ex-boyfriends, and some of them are still not completely broken up with."

The drivers were all startled, feeling like they heard something they shouldn't have heard.

It was already unbelievable that Mr. Jin took the initiative to propose to a young boy, but it turned out that this boy was an expert in love?

The driver thought Wen Liang would then say, I have had so many relationships, are you sure you want to marry me?

After a few seconds of silence in the car, the boy continued, "So I am very popular. What are your advantages? Why should I choose you to marry?"

......

The driver didn't dare to listen and concentrated on driving.

Jin Zhouxue smiled.

Oh, the kitten licked its fur and said it was beautiful.

I thought it would panic and jump out of the car, but it actually wagged its tail and head, looking proud and not afraid at all.

Jin Zhouxue said softly, "I will fulfill my duties as a lover. As long as I am still here, you can do whatever you want." The man tilted his head slightly, "Also, I will be very caring and gentle in bed, does that count?"

This time it was Wen Liang's turn to cough. He almost coughed out his lungs. I don't know if he was subconsciously trying to change the subject, but he kept saying:

"But...but Shen Sinan and I haven't broken up yet."

"It's true that Wen Ran and Shen Sinan haven't broken up yet," Jin Zhouxue stretched out his hand, and Wen Liang trembled in fear. The man's hand stopped in mid-air, but he did not retract it. It was not until Wen Liang suppressed his panic and stopped moving that the man slowly placed his hand on the boy's collar.

It's like treating a wary little animal, fear won't stop it.

The slender and sexy hands gradually straightened the boy's inward-turned shirt collar, and Jin Zhouxue's voice left no room for doubt:

"You are Wenliang now, and you will be my wife after marriage. No one dares to touch you."

Obviously the man didn't do anything inappropriate, his thumb even just scratched his collarbone through the fabric, but Wen Liang blushed and felt hot for no reason.

He attributed everything to Jin Zhouxue's unique aura and appearance. Wasn't it obvious that he was trying to hook him?

The side quest was restarted, but Shen Sinan was reluctant to let go, so the plot line could not be completed. Wen Liang also had a feeling that it would be extremely difficult to get Shen Sinan to let him go, so this would definitely be a long battle.

In fact, getting married by myself to make those three people give up is indeed a good idea, and considering Jin Zhouxue's identity, it seems that he is really the best candidate.

Wen Liang thought about it and asked again: "What about Jin Yuan? He is your nephew."

It's too unfair to compete with your nephew for someone.

"Of course he calls you auntie"

Wen Liang: ...

The car soon arrived downstairs of the old residential area. An eye-catching black car was parked on the side of the road. The old men and women who had gathered together to chat were all gesticulating and looking over here.

Wen Liang quickly asked the driver to drive out.

The car continued to be parked downstairs. If any of the three people were upstairs, they would find it within a few minutes.

Wen Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't done anything bad, so why did he always feel guilty? He turned around, glanced at the man and then moved away, picking at the dead skin on his fingers and swallowing his saliva: "One last question, Mr. Jin, do you want a wife who has the name on the document, or... or... the kind that you can kiss..."

Jin Zhouxue saw all the boy's nervous movements, but he did not hide anything and told the truth: "I am very responsible for my marriage and will never joke about it."

Kiss? Not only kiss, but also hug, go to bed, cuddle and make you cry and tremble, breath lingering, body blending...

Jin Zhouxue naturally didn't say the rest. Although he didn't want to hide his desire for the boy, he was also afraid that this desire would scare the little guy to tears. In fact, this desire had existed since the first time he saw him, and it could not disappear and was growing stronger day by day.

The little guy was silent for a long time, and Jin Zhouxue didn't force him, giving him time to digest and accept it.

"Is it stressful?"

Wen Liang looked back at the man who was speaking and suddenly felt tired.

Yes, he is under a lot of pressure. His pressure is really too great.

The young man suddenly pulled open his lower lip and said to Jin Zhouxue: "Look, my gums are bulging! I'm under so much pressure!"

Jin Zhouxue couldn't help laughing, but then he coughed a few times. This was the third time Wen Liang heard him cough like that.

"Do you have a cold? Why do you seem to be unwell?"

Although Jin Zhouxue's expression had not changed much, Wen Liang felt that he and Ning Ran gave him a very similar feeling.

There was a strange feeling of sickness.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet. Jin Zhouxue didn't say anything, but there was a certain weight in her eyes that made Wen Liang say "shit" in his heart. He thought, I must have guessed right, Jin Zhouxue must be sick.

Wen Liang looked at the man's clothes again. Jin Zhouxue was wearing extremely luxurious and high-end clothes, and at first glance he had a mature, old-money style. He could feel the calmness that comes with age from Jin Zhouxue.

Looking at myself again, the cheap white shirt costs just over a hundred yuan. Although it gives off a sense of youthful college student vibe, it also shows off my youthfulness in disguise.

Wen Liang couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Jin Zhouxue is too old and has some problems with his body functions and won't live long?

His gaze was too easy to understand. Jin Zhouxue paused as he tapped the armrest of the chair. He looked away with a lonely look in his eyes:

"I am not as good as you young people. You don't have to worry that I will die before you. I will make a will and when I die, my inheritance will belong to you."

Wen Liang suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. The inferiority complex of a man of this level was simply lethal. This kind of heartache made him feel completely incomprehensible, without any reason, and inexplicable.

But Jin Zhouxue turned back pitifully and said with a faint smile: "Will you be my little wife? Wen Liang, this is a sure win deal."

Jin Zhouxue stared at Wen Liang for a long time. That look could not be replicated, but Wen Liang happened to think of two other people.

Wen Liang wanted to sigh when he thought of Ji Jueming, and also wanted to sigh when he thought of Shen Sinan.

He looked at the man in front of him who also made him want to sigh with some resentment, and blurted out the words of reproach: "Don't talk about death all the time."

Otherwise, if you die, I will be a widow.

After watching Wen Liang go upstairs, Jin Zhouxue suddenly looked lonely and made a phone call in a good mood. Russell on the other end of the phone was quite surprised: "Did the little rabbit agree to you?"

"Not yet. I gave him three days to think about it. Can you help me buy some clothes that make me look younger?"

Russell was stunned for a moment, then wanted to laugh out loud:

"Open-crotch pants make you look younger, I'll buy them for you right now"