My magic stick is going to heaven!

In the darkness, Wen Changlang tightly hugged the neck of the person under him, touched the slippery skin, Wen Changlang, who had never opened his mouth, spoke softly

"Hey, a big man has such delicate skin, I almost feel it hard."

"you!"

"Hehehe!"

The frivolous voice filled the room, and Wen Changlang touched it again in an extremely arrogant manner. The person below probably had never experienced such humiliation, and immediately raised his head, and his upper body forced himself up. Unexpectedly, it happened that Wen Changlang Lang also bent down.

When the two pieces were soft and tightly pressed against each other, Wen Changlang's dissolute heart froze completely. Although he owed something, he was still a man of integrity. It's an ugly guy!

Thinking that his first kiss was given to an ugly thing, Wen Changlang's face turned darker than the night, and angrily pushed the person under him away, as if he had been suddenly set on fire, and ran away again jump again

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! My dignified little Lord Wen actually kissed an ugly thing, and it was a man! My ancestors have sinned!"

"who are you!"

Hearing his words, the person who was pushed aside had no time to be ashamed and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this question, Wen Changlang immediately stopped his scurrying movements, flicked his hair, patted his enchanting face intoxicated, changed his tone, and answered humbly

"Me! I'm..."

Kacha, there was a slight sound of opening the door, Wen Changlang paused, turned over, and flipped out of the window neatly.

After Wen Changlang came out of the Shang Mansion, he recovered from his out of breath, and his mood was quite agitated. He rubbed his lower lip with his fingers, and the clear and cool touch seemed to be still in the aftertaste. . .A man, why are his lips so soft, so comfortable to kiss...

However, if it's an ugly guy, wouldn't he have suffered too much? !

At this moment in the room, at the moment when the light came on, Shang Yanzhou jumped up and pulled the quilt that was in a mess beside him to cover himself. However, the face so dark that it could drip ink was staring at the window like a ghost. direction.

"Young master! What's wrong with you!"

An old housekeeper in a button-down mandarin jacket and a black gown rushed in worriedly leading a few soldiers in black military uniforms.

Hearing the butler's voice, Shang Yanzhou withdrew his gaze, and said in a calm voice, "...it's nothing, butler, don't worry, let them all go out."

"But... there was obviously a fight coming over just now?"

Shang Yanzhou smiled slowly, elegant and upright

"Accidentally broke a decorative vase, you go out first, and ask someone to come in and clean it later."

The housekeeper hesitated, but after answering, he led the people out.

As soon as the butler went out, Shang Yanzhou's face immediately sank. He stretched out his hand to touch his lips, got up, walked to the cubicle, got dressed, and when he came out again, the ends of his wet hair were messy, and there was a sense of abstinence. The beauty is clear and elegant.

Such a handsome face, light-colored eyes, extremely elegant but not easy to approach, high nose bridge, light-colored thin lips slightly upturned, extremely gentle but indifferent and alienated.

The slender figure paced in front of the opened window, his light-colored pupils were as cool as water, and his thoughts were unpredictable.

It was just the first day he came back, and someone knew his whereabouts. Could it be a coincidence?And just now... that's all!

The next day, on the streets of Huangpu, children selling newspapers shouted all over the street

"Selling newspapers! The young master of the Shang Mansion, Shang Yanzhou, has returned from studying in England and is about to take over as the Superintendent of Police! The Shang Mansion is hosting a big banquet tonight! Congratulations from the whole city!"

Wen Changlang's ears were sharp, and he heard the word "Shang Mansion". He bought a newspaper from the newspaper boy, and Wen Changlang squatted in the corner, studying it carefully.

Shang Yanzhou, the young master of the Shang mansion?Returning from studying in the UK?High-level intellectuals who have returned from studying abroad are rare enough.