Above, please use some force

"Would you like to take a picture of you and see what you look like now,"

The familiar joking voice made the two men who lost their minds stop at the same time for an instant, and the next moment Jian Jian quickly dodged Shen Cheng's kick, but Shen Cheng was punched by Jian Ming, and bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, he slightly Eyes drooping and panting heavily, every muscle under the messy clothes contained explosive power.

Jian Ming's pupils shrank suddenly. With Shen Cheng's skill, there was absolutely a [-]% chance that he could dodge that fist just now, but he didn't...

Squeezing the cigarette out of his mouth, his leather shoes ran over the cigarette butt, He Wen strode over, frowning angrily.

"What's going on?" He shifted his gaze from Jian Jian's bruised face covered in anger to Shen Cheng's tight lips, then raised his hand and rubbed the wound on Shen Cheng's lip, and wiped it off with his fingertips. Blood on it.

There was a fierce light in Jian Jian's squinted eyes, and the flames of jealousy were burning, "Baby, if you are blatantly nice to others in front of your man, I will go crazy." The last few words were squeezed out from the jaw.

"Aren't you crazy enough times?" He grabbed Jian Jian's collar and wiped the dust off his chin. He Wen's voice was filled with anger similar to his, "Who made the move first?"

"It's me." With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Jian Ming spit bloody saliva on the ground, squinting at the silent Shen Cheng, his heaving chest filled with anger, "Why don't you ask him what he did?" ?”

Brushing Shen Cheng's sweaty black hair with his fingers, He Wen slowed down his tone, "Brother, don't make me angry, okay?"

Huasheng Company has been repeatedly squeezed out and suppressed by its peers. If it is not concise, courageous and powerful, it may have faced bankruptcy long ago.

There is a scene in "The Third Kind of Love", where Zhang Yun slapped him and lost all strength for a while. He Wen had a slap mark on half of his face, and Zhang Yun was beaten by a stranger when he came home that night. Asking for leave, when he went to visit with Fang Jun, he saw that Zhang Yun's cheeks were so swollen that they were almost beyond recognition.

There are many such things, and He Wen chooses to ignore them most of the time. He doesn't want to go into the details, but the afternoon before yesterday, Fang Jun went shopping, and when he came back, he said that he ran into Qi Yue who had just returned from the hospital.

Knowing from the other party that Shang Jun was stabbed, the hospital almost failed to save him.

However, on the day when Shang Jun's accident happened, the photo of He Wen talking to him with his head bowed by the wall was photographed by the paparazzi and published in the newspaper.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, there are no clues to find out, but for He Wen, it is easy to find out these things.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes, and something palpitating and suppressed was reflected in the dark and gloomy eyes, but it sank into the eyes very quickly and disappeared deep in the black pupils.

elder brother?With a shocked expression on Jian Ming's face, he felt absurd, but when he saw the aura surrounding He Wen and Shen Cheng, those absurdities became reality.

He Wen is that short-lived ghost of the Shen family?Jian Ming's head hurt, he rubbed his swollen temples, and cursed a few words in a low voice.

The cell phone rang in the empty underground parking lot, He Wen pressed the answer button, the other end of the phone was very noisy, it should be in a supermarket.

"I'm shopping for groceries, what would you like to have for dinner?"

Glancing at the two men in front of him, He Wen's eyes stopped on a little mushroom head protruding from the far corner, "There will probably be guests at home."

"How many?" Fang Jun, who was buying lamb chops at the other end, heard the voice, and the expression on his handsome face changed instantly, "Okay, I see, then I'll hang up first, um, drive slowly on the way back. "

After hanging up the phone, He Wen put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Let's go." After speaking, he walked around them and drove away.

Shen Cheng straightened his crooked tie, walked to his car, opened the door and entered, and followed He Wen's car.

After that, Jian Ming didn't delay for a moment, and followed closely behind in the car.

In the corner, Yu Bao hunched her shoulders and smiled wretchedly. While she was biting her lips excitedly, afraid that she couldn't help shouting, she quickly pressed the button on the phone to edit the text message, "Brother Song, urgent information, brother Wen tonight The chrysanthemum may be damaged!"

There was no reply, Yu Bao peeled off a piece of gum and chewed it in his mouth, and edited another one, "They went home with Brother Wen, Brother Song, hurry up, or you won't have your share."

On the way back, He Wen looked at the situation behind him through the rearview mirror, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. The two cars seemed to be driving on the road in a regular manner, but they were secretly competing.

When the car was parked under the apartment building, a Lotus was parked there.

After He Wen got out of the car, he glanced at the license plate, and his eyelids twitched. It's really nice to have a dedicated assistant.

"He got news really fast." Jian Ming stood beside He Wen, recognized Song Ziyu's car, and sneered.

Looking at the man who seemed to be jealous again out of the corner of his eye, He Wen let out a chuckle from his nasal cavity, and stepped into the apartment building.

Jian Ming heard the footsteps behind him, didn't look back, and sneered, "Shen Cheng, he's not your younger brother Shen Zheng now, he's me, Fang Jun, and Song Ziyu, the common lover of the three of us, He Wen, you want us They were all killed, that's impossible."

He had heard some rumors back then that Shen Cheng doted on his younger brother extremely, in a lawless way.

"How long have you known him? How much have you known him?" Shen Cheng raised his eyes, there was a slight smile in his deep eyes, and his voice was deep and sharp. At this moment, the suppressed sense of oppression and murderous intent burst out of his body.

Jian Jie's chest vibrated, and he smiled heavily, "It's ridiculous, if He Wen knew that his brother is a devil, what do you think he would think?"

The razor-sharp eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, Shen Cheng pressed his sharp lips, and a terrifying blood color appeared in his eyes.

"You probably don't know that Qi Yue is my aunt's baby godson. He has a deep affection for Shang Jun, and he often mentions Shang Jun to me." Jian Ming grinned coldly, "I heard that Shang Jun Jun fell ill the year he arrived in Germany, and he was ill for two years, and when he was unconscious, he kept chanting those two words, two people who were clearly in love, but were forced to separate, you are not pitiful."

Slightly narrowing his long and narrow eyes, Shen Cheng glanced at him indifferently, and walked past him into the apartment.

At that moment, Jian Jian saw the endless coldness and the contempt for weak beings, and he made a phone call, "Hey, in the next few days, you'd better be inseparable from your sweetheart in the hospital."

In the hospital, Qi Yue looked at the hung up phone, frowning tightly, irritated and worried.

Fang Jun, who was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, had a lot of sweat on his forehead. He said to Song Ziyu, who was next to him who didn't know whether he was washing vegetables or just tearing them up, "I don't need your help here. Go to the living room and watch TV with them."

Song Ziyu put the rotten vegetable leaves in his hand into the basket, his bangs blocked his eyes, "Now is not the time to go into the living room."

The hand holding the spatula paused, and the corners of Fang Jun's mouth twitched. The fish in the pot was already ready, and he didn't want to go into the living room, so he didn't put it on the plate for a long time.

In the living room, He Wenxie was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, Jian Ming and Shen Chengge were sitting on the side.

The atmosphere was quite depressing, no one spoke, only the sound of the supporters on TV laughing and the applause of the audience.

"Life Winner" is a new variety show. Niu brothers and sisters from various industries around the world can participate as long as they pass the registration and confirm that they are good enough. There is no border or age limit.

The newcomer on the stage this time is a strong man, smashing walnuts with his bare hands, the speed is very sharp, the scene is intense, and the supporters make shocked expressions from time to time.

"Do you want to eat oranges?" He Wen handed the oranges in his hand to the gloomy face, in front of the concise face of someone who exploded his chrysanthemum.

Jian Ming squinted at him, reached out to take it, put it in his mouth to chew a few mouthfuls, then squeezed He Wen's chin close to his lips, and all the orange flesh in his mouth fell into his mouth.

It took only a second or two for this scene to happen, He Wen raised his eyebrows, he ate the orange meat with a concise taste in his mouth, and turned to look at Shen Cheng.

Compared with Jian Ming's moodiness and anger, Shen Cheng is too difficult to understand, but now, He Wen can easily feel the fluctuations in the other party's breath.

"Brief, help in the kitchen." An unquestionable tone.

The blue eyes immediately turned cold, Jian Ming pretended to be deaf and dumb, and stared at the TV, showing that he was serious about watching it.

He Wen squeezed Jian Jian's buttocks, "Will you go?"

Sensing the violence in the man's words, Jian Jian exchanged a glance with him, snorted coldly, got up and left with his face covered in potion black.

"Brother, how much eyeliner do you have in Huasheng? Let them go, Jian Jie is sick, crazy is scarier than a mad dog, I can't help it." A moist and hot kiss was printed on Shen Cheng's raised brow bone, and He Wen raised his hand. The corners of her lips said, "I'm not a woman. I won't be so excited that I can't sleep in the scene of jealousy and fighting, but I will be so irritable that I can't sleep. You know my temper. You may not know what I will do."

Shen Cheng half closed his eyes, almost unable to suppress the surging emotions, he raised his hand to stroke He Wen's hair, put it in and stroked it slowly.

"One day in the future, if you hear something, I hope you can give me a chance to explain it." His voice was very low, and even the breath he exhaled was a little dull, which made people feel panicked.

He Wen raised his eyebrows to look at him, the pure heat in the flaming eyes that made Shen Cheng dare not look directly could dig out all his ugliness and darkness, and just when he was about to tell all the secrets in his heart, his ears Painful on the face, accompanied by evil laughter, "Brother, what are you afraid of?"

What are you afraid of?Shen Cheng lowered his eyes, he was not afraid of much, but he was afraid that the people in front of him would hate him.

At the dinner table, He Wen sat at the top, as if he was the head of the family. Many years ago, when Shen Cheng hugged him and sat on his lap to eat, he remembered that Shen Cheng said, when you have a home in the future, that position It's yours.

Under the quiet appearance, in a state where war could break out at any time, several men finished their meal, but no one left to clean up the dishes.

"Leave like this?" Jian Ming raised her eyebrows, with a face of reluctance.

Withdrawing his hand from Jianming's palm, He Wen rolled his eyelids, and said in a harsh tone, "Otherwise? There is no spare room here."

Song Ziyu sullenly looked cold, he stood up and kissed He Wen on the forehead, took the car keys and walked away.

The remaining two men sat for a while without saying a word, then got up and left.

What had to go was gone, Fang Jun's face relaxed all night, even his frown was loosened, he cleaned up the dishes, and hugged He Wen together.

"Do it at night." Fang Jun touched the man's waist through the sweater, and Fang Jun breathed heavily on his neck, his voice a little hoarse.

He Wen chuckled, raised his chin and kissed him fiercely.

Shen Sheng's birthday was more than half a month before He Wen's. On that day, He Wen drove to the villa after filming his own scenes, and went upstairs with ease to lie on Shen Sheng's bed.

Probably because he was too tired recently, He Wen fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, it was completely dark, and there was a glass of water on the bedside table. Knowing that Shen Cheng had returned, he rubbed his brows and sat up.

At night, when Shen Cheng came out of the shower, he saw the man lying on the bed, a slender ribbon on his pale skin was very bright.

He Wen swept the ribbon against the hard object bulging between Shen Cheng's legs, "Brother, where do you think is better to tie this ribbon?"

Shen Cheng's protruding Adam's apple trembled up and down because of desire, and his eyes staring at the man instantly darkened.

Fingers casually fiddled with the nipples on his chest, a thin ribbon was wrapped around it, and the other side of the ribbon was placed in Shen Cheng's hands, He Wen's legs were spread open, and his fanatical eyes were staring at Shen Cheng, his voice was full of temptation, "Brother , I give myself to you."