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He Wen stayed at the hospital for a few days before being discharged to recuperate at home. "Broken Cocoon" needed to be filmed at Y City Film and Television Base, which was relatively remote and could only take the train for a [-]-hour long distance. Still bad news for someone with a strong phobia of trains.

After receiving the news, He Wen suffered from insomnia every day, and within a few days, several blisters appeared on his lips.

Fang Jun, who was packing up and saluting, suddenly asked, "Where did you throw away the medicine you applied this morning?"

"Go to the bedside table in the room and have a look." He Wen didn't look up, the keyboard was banging, his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was encountering something difficult.

Fang Jun pursed his lips, folded the towel in his hand, put it in a bag, and went to the room to find ointment.

Ever since He Wen came back from the hospital, their way of getting along has changed. At first, He Wen was quite surprised. He moved from the sofa in the living room to the bedroom. He didn’t have to open his mouth for three meals a day. He didn’t need to remind him of the medicine he took every day. , and set aside a glass of water.

In his previous life, he specially spent several months on relevant investigation work. He played the recording pen before going to bed, just to check whether he was talking in his sleep. Gradually he developed a state of light sleep, even sleeping with a little vigilance, but he was caused by drugs during the few days in the hospital, and his body was far worse than his previous life, and he was exhausted. It seemed that the quality of sleep was very high. He Wen rubbed his forehead, hoping it wasn't what he thought.

Looking at the little chrysanthemums spinning on the webpage, He Wen frowned and asked, "What time is the train?"

Fang Jun's voice came from the room: "Eleven forty."

He Wen sighed, picked up the water glass next to him and drank a big sip of water. Since the morning, his nerves have been highly tense, and he is about to take the train. There is nothing more terrifying than this.

On the second day after he was discharged from the hospital, he went to his former home in city A, bought a newspaper and waited outside on the street. He didn't dare to approach it, because there was a high-defense system there, and if he approached it, he would be monitored. appear on the monitor.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't even see the cleaning aunt. It was as quiet as an empty house. Later, he went to the company's underground parking lot, but he didn't see Shen Sheng, nor did he see the driver, Uncle Wu.

Fortunately, Jian Ming didn't look for him again these days. After all, he has a family, so he wouldn't spend time on him.Moreover, he hacked into Huasheng's internal program system, took out an unpublished new product analysis report and put it on the Internet, which caused a little trouble for Jian Jian's company.

The only thing that worried him was the 180 million debt, whether it was borrowed from an underground bank or from an individual.

His death was blocked and not reported by the media. I'm afraid even people in his hometown don't know about it. money.

In the previous life, all the funds were tied to Shen Sheng, and they never thought of separate accounts, and their things have always been inseparable from each other.

So now there is no other way to go, only step by step.

After turning off the computer, He Wen got up and went to the bedroom, and leaned against the door to look at the busy figure. The person who looks cold and merciless in his words actually has the characteristics of a married woman in his heart.

The rolled clothes in the suitcase are neatly placed, He Wen doesn't have to worry about what to bring, it feels good to have someone who can help him do it.

Fang Jun, who was arranging the earphone cable, suddenly paused. The body behind him made his face darken, and he said coldly, "Go out."

"It will be fine in a while."

A smiling voice sounded close to his ears, and a warm breath brushed the back of his neck. Fang Jun clenched the earphones in his hand, his whole body stiffened.

He Wen opened his mouth to hold the flushed earlobe in front of his eyes, bit his teeth lightly, feeling satisfied with Fang Jun's tense body and unsteady breathing, the moist and hot kiss slowly moved down, licking the back of his neck, leaving There are traces of different shades.

"He Wen..." Fang Jun's usual clear voice was a little hoarse because of the fire of desire, and the fierce burning flames surged up from his lower body, and his whole body was extremely hot, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Relax." With a chuckle, He Wen stretched out his hand to unzip Fang Jun's trousers, grasped his iron-hard utensil, stroked it up and down, and kneaded Fang Jun's buttocks with the other hand, this was the first time It feels good to relieve others, probably because I have a good impression of this person. Of course, it is far from the excitement of personally carrying a gun into battle, but it is a pity...

He Wen sighed sadly in his heart, and the movements of his hands sometimes tightened and sometimes loosened.

"Quick...let go." Fang Jun grabbed He Wen's hand, blushing and gasping for orders.

He Wen slanted his lips, and suddenly tightened his five fingers and fiddled with them in a hurry, and saw a stream of white turbidity spray out and land on the floor in front of him.

"Less than 2 minutes." He Wen smiled and put his hand soaked in the thick liquid between his nose and smelled it: "Do you want to taste your own scent?"

Fang Jun's face was dripping with blood, and he, who was always fluent and vicious, was at a loss for words. He frantically wiped off the liquid on the utensils with a tissue, quickly zipped up his pants and straightened them up.

He Wen likes to see this young man deflated the most. With an evil smile on his lips, he sticks out his tongue in front of Fang Jun to lick the liquid on his hands, and then hooks Fang Jun's neck and kisses his lips. The tip of his tongue slipped into his mouth, and the strong musky smell filled his lips and teeth. Fang Jun suddenly felt very excited. He didn't know whether it was caused by this incident or because of this person in his arms.

Feeling that the thing on his lower body was about to rise again, He Wen stepped back decisively: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fang Jun saw a certain part of He Wen's crotch, and his expression darkened. There was no sign of He Wen's crotch. Does it mean that he has no desire for him?

When the two arrived at the train station, the crew in the waiting hall had already arrived. Song Ziyu was wearing big sunglasses and a peaked cap. Tang Wenwen beside him was dressed very smartly without makeup, and He Wen didn't recognize him at all.

He Wen sat on a chair and watched the flow of people, and became restless, so he didn't notice Song Ziyu's gaze.

"Can you take a long-distance bus?" He Wen turned pale and asked Fang Jun with pleading eyes.

The corner of Fang Jun's eyes twitched, how old is he, and he is still acting like a baby!He rolled his eyes, and said two decisive words: "No."

"I'm going to buy some newspapers." He Wen trotted away from the crowded waiting room.

Fang Jun looked thoughtfully at He Wen's fleeing back. Could it be that he was afraid of taking the train?Impossible?

After washing his face from the bathroom, He Wen walked to the bookstall, picked out a few newspapers and two magazines, a book, paid the money and was about to leave with the bag, when a voice stopped him: " Wait a moment."

He Wen's body shook violently, the noisy voices behind him suddenly faded away, footsteps approached, and an all-too-familiar aura surrounded him.

The man who walked over was tall and straight, dressed in black clothes, exuding a sense of menace all over his body, his tight jaw exuded seriousness, the man took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face, deep and slender With a sharp light in his eyes, he stared at He Wen, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice with a slightly raised end: "Did we meet somewhere?"

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched imperceptibly, brother, where did you learn this old-fashioned approach?