My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou twitched the corners of his mouth slightly because of his natural brazenness, and laughed angrily. . .

"Wen Changlang, how did you practice so brazenly?"

For the first time, Shang Yanzhou asked Wen Changlang this question very seriously, and Wen Changlang also replied very seriously:

"It's not easy to deal with people from the underworld if you don't have a little shamelessness."

"..."

Shang Yanzhou's clear and handsome face was no longer elegant, and a laugh slowly leaked from his lips, like the sound of jade hitting bamboo, with a hint of hoarseness in the magnetism, hitting Wen Chang In the eardrums of the corridor, it is extremely annoying.

Wen Changlang looked at Shang Yanzhou, and smiled heartlessly, but the face of the evildoer smiled recklessly:

"What are you laughing at, it made me laugh, hahaha! But your smile like this is different from the shallow smile you usually wear. I feel that you really look like a beauty when you smile like this."

"boring."

Shang Yanzhou snatched the newspaper from Wen Changlang with one hand, crossed his legs, and looked at the political news on it in a leisurely manner. As for Zhou Yunwan, he just ignored it.

Wen Changlang pursed his lips, thinking that this person was too boring, so he put his legs across the sofa and found a comfortable position, and Wen Changlang began to sleep soundly.

I don't know how long I slept, Wen Changlang was in a daze, feeling like he was flying into the air, as if sleeping in a cloud, soft, and there was a familiar fragrance of bamboo, he took a deep breath comfortably, and then He hugged the cloud tightly and rubbed it against his face.

Shang Yanzhou couldn't see any expression on his face, he just lowered his head slightly, looking at Wen Changlang who had been rubbing against his chest in his arms, he felt like a cat he raised while studying abroad, it was soft, docile, and very I like to rub against him.

Looking at Wen Changlang's sleeping face, Shang Yanzhou couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling. This man was open-mouthed and coquettish when he was awake, but he looked like a child when he was asleep.

Bending down to put him on the bed, Shang Yanzhou stretched out his arms, covered him with the quilt, then turned off the light, went out, and closed the door softly.

In the room, under the deep moonlight, Wen Changlang suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, like obsidian, shining brightly, and there was a strong smile in the dark and bright.

The governor is really boring. He talks about despising himself every day, but he seems to dislike him in private. Could it be that... the governor has a crush on him? ? ?

A carp in Wen Changlang jumped up from the bed, stepped on the bed in the dark, and hopped around, muttering all the time: "Is it? Is it?"

!!!

definitely is!

Early the next morning, after Wen Changlang got up, he applied some hair oil that he found on his head from nowhere. winking, and then walked out coquettishly.

Wen Changlang went down to the living room but did not see Shang Yanzhou. Wen Changlang looked around, and then turned to the head chef who was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, so he asked:

"Uncle Chef, what about the Governor?"

"Master, the young master went out as soon as he received the call."

out? !

Then wouldn't his hairstyle be wasted, no, it can't be wasted!

Wen Changlang turned around and rushed upstairs, and then rushed down again a minute later. He had already changed into a jacket with suspenders, and came to the entrance to change into the shoes Shang Yanzhou bought. He didn't even eat breakfast, so he reported to the police The supervisor killed the past.