After being marked by Enigma with O

Perfect fit

Shi Xingyun was still talking about the script, Song Ling's thoughts had already followed Luo Wenchuan's claws to the sky.

The little bastard looks docile, but in fact he is very bold and bold.Song Ling sometimes doesn't understand why this person has such thoughts anytime and anywhere. He always thinks this kind of thing is the seasoning of life, but for Luo Wenchuan, this thing has become a necessity.

Recalling Luo Wenchuan's kissing and clinging to him when Luo Wenchuan marked him, Song Ling found it difficult to sit down for a while.

The two people are a perfect fit, even if they meet their eyes, they can understand each other's mind, let alone physical contact.

Before the wildfire started to start a prairie fire, Song Ling kicked Luo Wenchuan under the table to stop him from doing such a bad thing.

The corners of Luo Wenchuan's lips curled slightly to look at Song Ling, and he licked the retracted fingertips.

Song Ling lowered his head not to look at this person, he was absent-minded about his meal.

Shi Xingyun originally planned to do something, but due to Luo Wenchuan's presence, nothing was done in the end.

Three people slept in three rooms.

After Song Ling waited for Shi Xingyun to fall asleep, he walked out of the house and scanned every corner with his glasses.

No.

The result is always nothing, except for Shi Xingyun's bedroom, there is no trace of any chip anywhere else.

Song Ling felt that he needed a trained police dog. Sometimes it was easier to get the answers he wanted by relying on more primitive methods.

When returning to the guest room, Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan sitting by the bed under the dim night light.

"You stand there silently, trying to scare someone." Song Ling said coldly, and closed the door behind his back.

Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, and waited for someone to approach before asking: "Brother Ling, are you looking for something?"

He actually guessed it, Luo Wenchuan is so smart, sometimes he really doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"You don't have to worry about this matter."

"Brother Ling, you can tell me, and I will help you."

"Will you help me?"

"Yes, I said I'll always be by your side."

Luo Wenchuan's words were not credible. The last time he said he was on his side, Qinghe was sold within two days.

"I appreciate your kindness, I'm sorry I can't say it. Go back, go back to sleep."

Song Ling didn't intend to continue talking with Luo Wenchuan, so he lifted the quilt and lay down under the quilt.He will not tell the second person his mission, this is a matter of principle.

Luo Wenchuan looked down at the person whose back was facing him and didn't speak for a long time. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't dare to sleep with Song Ling.After thinking for a long time, he actually just sat by the bed for more than ten minutes.

With a big living person sitting beside him, Song Ling would definitely not be able to fall asleep. He knew Luo Wenchuan's stink of liking to sleep with other people, and he also knew that this person had unimaginable stubbornness in his bones.

He could see that Luo Wenchuan came here because he wanted to sleep with him, if he didn't satisfy him today, this little bastard could sit here all night.

"Come up." Not long after, Song Ling said helplessly.

When Luo Wenchuan heard these words, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took off his clothes and got into Song Ling's bed.

"Leave early tomorrow and go back to your guest room." Song Ling instructed.

Luo Wenchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't intend to agree, but he nodded and stuck it into his arms.

The two hadn't been in such close contact for a long time. Luo Wenchuan missed Song Ling, and already thought of countless days and nights where he couldn't sleep peacefully. Now that he was back in this person's arms again, he couldn't sleep even more.

Feeling that the person in his arms was not honest, Song Ling took out a restraining ring and put it on Luo Wenchuan's hand.

Luo Wenchuan didn't understand where Song Ling got the restraint ring, but he still asked, "Brother Ling, don't you want to?"

"I don't want to." No one thinks about such things all day long, Song Ling raised his eyes to look at Luo Wenchuan, and warned, "This is at someone else's house."

"It's okay, I'll be careful." Luo Wenchuan's eyes were filled with the delicate light cast by the gentle night lamp, making him look cute and pitiful.

Every time Song Ling saw such a docile and flattering expression, his heart would be subconsciously moved, and it was the same now.So before Song Ling felt that his heart would soften, he ruthlessly gave Luo Wenchuan a kick: "Sleep, or get out."

"Brother Ling..."

"roll."

Luo Wenchuan was completely quiet this time, just nestled in Song Ling's arms, motionless like a big dog.

Song Ling had been filming all day, and soon fell into a light sleep. When his consciousness was hazy, he subconsciously called baby.Even in the past three years, Song Ling still wasn't used to the feeling of being empty in his arms.He has always loved that boy who would cry silently in thunderstorms because he fell asleep because of the room separation, that Luo Wenchuan that he held in his palm.

He has always carefully treasured those tenderness and ambiguity in his youth.

Luo Wenchuan's heart beat violently when he heard these two words, and he didn't know how to use the hand around Song Ling's waist for a moment.He was afraid that the dream would be shattered if he pulled it too hard, and he was afraid that the dream would slip away if he held it too loosely.

People always feel that it is precious after losing it and recovering it, and they always start to worry about gains and losses when they love to the extreme.

When Song Ling woke up, he found that Luo Wenchuan was still in his arms. The little thing seemed to be in a coma as if he hadn't slept for dozens of days.

"Wake up, insomniac." Seeing that it was almost dawn, Luo Wenchuan didn't listen to what he said yesterday.

Luo Wenchuan slowly opened his eyes after being kicked by Song Ling.

I have to say, no matter how many times he saw Luo Wenchuan's ignorant look, it was hard for Song Ling not to like it.Luo Wenchuan, the person who grew up in his heart, no matter what he did, he would never say anything too extreme to this face.

"Brother Ling, it's still early."

"It's getting late, have you forgotten what I said yesterday?" Song Ling asked him.

Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, he kept pushing into the person's arms: "Brother Ling, I'm so sleepy, let's sleep for a while, just for a while."

Crying, making trouble and cheating.

Luo Wenchuan has used such methods to the point of perfection.He was sure that Song Ling would not want to reject him, and would use his rare skin to come to Song Ling to get what he wanted.

"Brother Ling, let me stay here..."

Luo Wenchuan's voice became more and more distorted, and Song Ling was annoyed by being called, so he could only agree to him first.

Luo Wenchuan smiled, happily hugging Song Ling's waist.As long as Song Ling is still in his arms, he can barely care about who this person has had and been with in the past three years.

Song Ling was made sleepless by this person, and raised his hand to glance at the terminal.Luo Wenchuan hugged the person in his arms and pretended to be asleep. After a while, the sheepskin he was wearing fell off.

Sensing that the little bastard was feeling uneasy again, Song Ling kicked the little bastard to the side of the bed.

Luo Wenchuan didn't stop there, but intensified his bad deeds.

The two were arguing, when there was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Xiao Song, are you up yet?" Shi Xingyun asked through the door.

Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, and was about to go over when Luo Wenchuan raised his eyes and got under the quilt directly.

Song Ling's body was slightly sluggish, and his hands gripping the quilt tightly.

"I'm... getting dressed."

"Then I'll wait for you. There's a very good breakfast shop nearby. I'll take you and Xiao Luo to try it."

"it is good……"

"By the way, your clothes were dried yesterday, do you need me to send them in?" Shi Xingyun asked him.

Come in, of course you can't come in, Song Ling took a deep breath and said, "No need, Brother Yun, I'll go and get it myself."

Shi Xingyun felt that Song Ling spoke to him in a strange tone today, as if he was trying very hard, not to mention that he had a fever after being drenched in the rain yesterday.

"Little Lingzi, do you have a cold?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you really okay? If you have something to say, you must tell me." Shi Xingyun felt that this person was too polite to him. Song Ling was a very polite person, but it seemed too alienated to be so polite to everyone.

The two talked a little at the door, and when Shi Xingyun left, Song Ling lifted the quilt covering the two of them.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Song Ling asked, he was really angry this time, and Luo Wenchuan's behavior, regardless of the situation, made him very embarrassed.

Luo Wenchuan frowned, lowered his head and said, "No."

He doesn't like Song Ling getting too close to Shi Xingyun, Shi Xingyun likes men, and he has slept with countless people, Song Ling will suffer.

Song Ling could see that the moment Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, there was dissatisfaction in his eyes.He raised Luo Wenchuan's chin and asked, "Apart from this kind of thing, is there anything else on your mind?"

"And Brother Ling."

Song Ling: Asking is tantamount to asking for nothing.

Shi Xingyun is a hospitable person, no matter what the reason for his hospitality, it would be difficult for such an actor to be so friendly.

Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan stayed in the villa for another whole morning, and after silently searching the whole house, Song Ling was finally sure that there was nothing he was looking for in this place.

The trajectory recently deciphered by the research institute shows that from October 11th to NO.[-], the chip layer stayed in this villa for three days.

If the chip is not here now, it must have been taken away by someone before he came.It seems that the next step is to investigate the people who have been in and out of this villa.

Song Ling is not very good at tracking such things, but the few times he received such tasks, he had to learn more about this.Human potential is always being stimulated, and Song Ling is sometimes curious about how many skills he can still master.

Luo Wenchuan stayed with Song Ling for less than a day, and he already noticed Song Ling's intentions.When the group was packing their things and preparing to go into the mountains to shoot, Luo Wenchuan kept sending messages asking Song Ling what he was looking for.

Song Ling couldn't tell Luo Wenchuan what he was looking for, but Luo Wenchuan had contacts with Shi Xingyun, so maybe he could pick up some clues from him.

Song Ling looked at the terminal in his hand, thinking about when to ask Luo Wenchuan face to face.

Soon Song Ling had this opportunity.

When the whole group settled down at the Lishan Villa, Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's assistant, Xiaoqian, in Shi Xingyun's nanny car, and immediately Luo Wenchuan came down with a serious face.

"Why did he come here?" Song Ling couldn't help asking.

Song Tiantian took a look at Luo Wenchuan, and sighed: "Supervisor, I heard that they take it very seriously. Senior, this person looks so fierce, do you think he will scold people when he sees that our filming is not good? I used to When I was in the North Campus, the instructor liked to scold people, and scolded me every time."

"You mean Professor Liu?"

"Yes, did he scold you too?"

"He scolds everyone, he scolds a few times when he's happy, and he scolds a few times when he's unhappy, just get used to it." Song Ling said, looking up at Luo Wenchuan in the crowd, fierce, he thought it was quite kind.

"That's it, but I just don't like him swearing at people. I like seniors." Song Tiantian smiled sweetly.

The lively conversation between the two made Luo Wenchuan, who was standing not far away talking to Xiaoqian, instantly lose face.

"Mr. Luo, if you don't like the room here, we can actually leave." Xiaoqian didn't understand why Luo Wenchuan changed his face, but felt that his heart had gone from a sunny day to a cold winter's moon in an instant, and he was suffering a lot.

Chestnut Mountain Villa is a hotel where various crews often rest. Most of the retro-looking courtyards and high-rise buildings were built later.

The snow in Chestnut Mountain comes early. In early winter, many production crews will be stationed in the villa early in order to shoot snow scenes, and there will not be too many high-end kits left behind.There were quite a few people who came to shoot, and several of the leading actors had to live in high-end suites.Several supporting characters were very fussy, and the assistants made several trips to ask for a better room, and some even came to ask if there was a duplex suite.

Song Lingzhu didn't have too many requirements for the accommodation conditions. He just told the logistics coordinator of the room that he could live in a standard room.

When the logistics team heard that Song Ling voluntarily gave up the high-end suite, they were deeply moved.

When everything was settled, the moment Song Ling saw his room, he suddenly understood why everyone was struggling to get to the superior room.

Most of the buildings in Lishan were built later, without much cultural value. The development of the tourism industry is fragmented, and it is almost entirely supported by the crew.The location of the villa was very clear when it was being built. Most of the investment was spent on a few high-end suites. The standard rooms were clean, but the dripping water in the rooms made Song Ling almost think that he was in Huaguo Mountain.

"Brother Ling, the conditions here are very difficult. It seems that the air conditioner is not working well." Assistant Xiao Zhao looked at the air conditioner in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.This winter is colder than usual, and we are in the mountains. If there is no air conditioner, people will freeze to death.

Song Ling took the remote control over and looked at it: "I'll ask the front desk later."

Xiao Zhao sighed, "Brother Ling has worked hard to live in such a place."

"You too, the two of us have shared joys and sorrows."

"Ah, I can't live anymore." Xiao Zhao heard Song Ling say this, and laughed "hehe" a couple of times in embarrassment, "Brother Yun's assistant lives in the room next to Brother Yun, I'll go to his room. "

"You know him?"

"Yes, we often deal with each other. Brother Ling, you should also find a way to live with other people. From the looks of this place, the logistics team thought we were easy to talk, so they allocated it to us. If you really sleep like this all night, you will either have a stroke or catch a cold. "Xiao Zhao didn't forget to give some instructions before leaving.

"it is good……"

Song Ling looked at his water curtain hole and began to think.It is definitely not possible to live with Shi Xingyun, no matter how they are, they are just a fate of a drama.Li Ke is an Omega again, and he doesn't know the others well, so the only one left is... Luo Wenchuan.

Aside from the personal grievances between him and Luo Wenchuan, Luo Wenchuan has always had an image of being kept away from strangers outside, so he will definitely be arranged in a cleaner room, and he used to not be too conspicuous .

Song Ling was hesitating when the terminal suddenly received a call request from Xiaoqian.

"Mr. Song?" Xiaoqian saw that the person outside the door was Song Ling. As if he had been pardoned for a moment, he took Song Ling's arm and said, "Brother Song, my good brother, help me. Mr. Luo hasn't been there all day. Talk, don’t let me pack my things, don’t let me go. I really can’t do anything, I’m going to suffocate if I stay any longer, please help me, ask this master what’s wrong.”

Xiaoqian had a good impression of Song Ling, and in his opinion, Luo Wenchuan must have had some interest in Song Ling.Now that Luo Wenchuan came here, maybe it was to get in touch with Song Ling.Song Ling is Qinghe's young master, and Qinghe is under Fengxing's banner, the two of them can't see each other for the first time.

Seeing Xiaoqian's overwhelmed look, Song Ling glanced at the gate and let Xiaoqian go out first.

Song Ling didn't go into the house until the door was closed.

The difference between the superior suite and the standard room he lived in can be described as worlds apart. From the first step into this room, Song Ling suddenly had the feeling that technology had advanced for centuries.

The unopened suitcases were neatly placed on the ground, Song Ling looked towards the French window, Luo Wenchuan was sitting on the sofa looking out the window.

Luo Wenchuan's complexion was very fair, sickly white after not seeing the sun for a long time.The man leaned on the sofa, his eyes slightly drooping, and his expression indifferent, like a cold oil painting.

When Luo Wenchuan was in front of him, his eyes were red most of the time, so Song Ling would always forget that Luo Wenchuan was an Enigma.

Enigma, the type who was born to be at the top of the empire, the person everyone aspires to be but is afraid of.

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Today is 520, Xiao Luo can't pass 520 today