My magic stick is going to heaven!

When Wen Changlang came down, Shang Yanzhou was already sitting on the sofa elegantly, drinking tea.

"solved?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shang Yanzhou didn't raise his head, and asked a casual question.

Wen Changlang didn't answer him, but sat down in front of him and continued his business of stripping clothes.

"The injury on your body was caused by the grieving ghost. If you don't deal with it, you will have to kick the sky with your legs sooner or later!"

As soon as Wen Changlang said, Shang Yanzhou stopped his movements and leaned on the sofa. As soon as he spread his arms, he felt as if nothing had happened to him.

Wen Changlang nodded to Shang Yanzhou very satisfied, and said:

"Awareness."

While speaking, he roughly pulled his hands, and even tore off the buttons of his shirt.

The corner of Shang Yanzhou's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

Wen Changlang sneered: "I'm sorry I was in a hurry..."

Wen Changlang lowered his head, and the first thing he saw was Shang Yanzhou's well-structured, tight and firm abdominal muscles. Looking at such a refined person, he didn't expect such a seductive figure to be hidden under the clothes.

It's the first time to see it so closely, it's really more detailed than the skin on his buttocks.

Looking up slowly, he saw a bruise on Shang Yanzhou's chest, which was shocking.

He knew that, according to this person's elegant and boring temperament, even if it hurts, he would not snort, and he would stick to it.

"Master Governor! You must know that some injuries cannot be healed by patience."

Shang Yanzhou remained silent, simply turned his head and stared at the wall.

Wen Changlang shook his head, and rubbed his blood-stained palm vigorously towards the bruised place. When the warm palm touched Shang Yanzhou's skin, Shang Yanzhou's face froze, and he wanted to back away, but Wen But Long Corridor was one step ahead of him, held him down, and said something with eyebrows frowned.

"do not move!"

Shang Yanzhou was dumbfounded, and a warm feeling passed slowly: "Your arm is not a faucet, and the blood does not flow endlessly."

Wen Changlang smiled indifferently, the evil face twisted, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was mean:

"Master Governor, do you feel sorry for me?"

Shang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows, then smiled softly: "Maybe."

Wen Changlang's mouth froze for a moment, then he laughed exaggeratedly a few times, and reached out to pat Shang Yanzhou's shoulder:

"Brother on the road! Look, we have all lived and died together, and we are so familiar. Why, are we considered friends? Then look at the stall at the door???"

Shang Yanzhou turned his head instantly: "We don't know each other well."

"I'm not familiar with you, can I touch your chest like this, right?"

As he said that, in order to express the familiar relationship between them, Wen Changlang specially circled around the two points exposed in the air, and wiped his oil hard.

Shang Yanzhou's face was tense, he waved him away with one hand, and turned around to fasten the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Wen Changlang raised his long legs, put them on the tea table, and said in a pissed way:

"I've seen it and touched it, and I'm still shy."

Putting on his shirt, Shang Yanzhou stood up gracefully, turned around, bent over, looked straight into Wen Changlang's eyes, and said:

"The consequences of what you do, you have to weigh and bear it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he straightened up, with a relaxed posture, lazily and casually stretched his slender legs, and walked up the stairs.

Those elegant and noble steps were like walking on white sweat jade. Invisibly, all the flashing lights gathered on him, dazzling like a bright moon.

Wen Changlang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange look flashed across his joking and disrespectful face, but he quickly suppressed it.