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Chapter 63

Shang Jun's name was removed from He Wen's life, but the eternity still did not return to He Wen's hands.

"The Third Way of Love" entered the post-production process after it was completed. Whether it is the visual effects of the screen, dubbing, or editing, Fang Jun is strictly checking.

He Wen does not expect the box office of this film to be higher than that of "Holding Love", but at least it will not lose money.

However, both Fang Jun and Song Ziyu felt that "The Third Way of Love" might become a dark horse in the film and television industry.

In May in T City, it was very hot and dry.

A family in Lianhua District is moving, several men are sweating, a big star, a sought-after manager, and a man who is a big star and manager.

"Why didn't you find a moving company?" He Wen put the potted plant on the windowsill into a plastic bag, and asked the question no less than ten times, so irritable that his eyebrows were on fire.

"I found a family, Fang Jun found a family, and Shen Cheng and Jian Ming each found a family. We can't let the four come together, right?" Song Ziyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We have to cancel them all."

"Damn it." He Wen kicked off the chair next to him, a group of fools who insisted on fighting over every little thing.

Song Ziyu, who was about to move the single sofa, felt something from under the cushion. After seeing what it was, he said suddenly, "You guys are really romantic."

Fang Jun standing at the door saw the condom in Song Ziyu's hand, his eyes twitched, he quickly walked over to take it away and put it in his pocket, then calmly took the bag from He Wen's hand, turned around and went out without saying a word.

Next, Fang Jun searched the corners of the house very diligently and quickly, and put away all the unused condoms.

Seeing that Song Ziyu's facial muscles are cramping, how much is he hiding...

The new home was not bought in the urban area, but a location close to the Yellow Sea was chosen. This place was determined by several men after several discussions.

It takes more than half an hour to drive from where Jian Ming lives, and it takes about 20 minutes to get to Shen Sheng's place.

It was far away from Song Ziyu's residence, but he didn't care at all, because he had already moved and moved into that apartment directly.

As soon as he arrived at his new home, He Wen lay on the floor with his feet in the air, sweating all over his body, and his white T-shirt looked a little thin under the sweat.

Song Ziyu gulped down the mineral water, his eyes fell on the looming protrusion on He Wen's chest, he felt his throat was dry and his body was getting hotter.

"Don't look at me like that." He Wen stroked his sweaty hair, raised the corners of his mouth, "Come here if you want to eat."

Song Ziyu put the mineral water on the table, squatted down, rubbed the particles under his fingertips with his fingers through a thin layer of clothing, leaned over and bit it with his teeth, pulled and sucked.

Like a baby trying to suck the delicious liquid out of it, licking the salty sweat, searching for the smell on it.

Song Ziyu didn't pick up He Wen's T-shirt until the clothes between his teeth were moistened by biting, and licked the hardened protrusion with his tongue, sweeping up and down.

The other hand didn't delay, pinching the protrusion next to it vigorously, turning left and right, and the thumbnail moved with strength.

Stretching out his hand to pinch the oversized bulge between Song Ziyu's legs, He Wen squinted his eyes and stared at the ceiling above his head. There was a flame burning, and he suddenly turned over and pressed on Song Ziyu.

"Want?" He Wen rubbed Song Ziyu's pants with his lower body, licked his lips with his tongue, and when he felt Song Ziyu's shortness of breath, he smiled viciously, "Hold it."

After speaking, he got up from Song Ziyu, wiped off the sweat on his face with a tissue, and strode out of the room.

Lying on the floor, Song Ziyu couldn't laugh or cry.

Downstairs, Fang Fang was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone, speaking in French, his tone was very cold, showing a strong coldness, and his brows were deeply frowned.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Fang Jun turned his head, then the expression on his face softened, and he hung up the phone after a few instructions.

Looking past He Wen's wet chest, Fang Jun got up, frowned and said, "I'll pack the things, you go take a shower."

He Wen walked over and hooked Fang Jun's chin, put his nose against him, and breathed hotly, "Fang Jun, my birthday is tomorrow." His tone rose slowly, as if a child was acting like a spoiled child.

"You've already said it several times." Fang Jun helplessly stroked He Wen's hair like a big dog, even if he forgot his own birthday, he would never forget him.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell broke the ambiguity created between the two.

The person who came was wearing a bright floral dress and a straw hat with a big bow on his head, "Hi, I'm here."

He Wen turned and went upstairs, Fang Jun was busy cleaning up.

"Let me come over, and you ignore me and play with me?" Yu Bao took off his straw hat, his mushroom head was flattened, and stared angrily at Fang Jun, who was busy with his back to her.

Fang Jun, who lowered his head to sort out the books, was impatient with the chattering voice, "The person who asked you to come is upstairs."

Yu Bao put the bag on his shoulders on the sofa, and went upstairs.

"Brother Song."

"Why are you here?" Song Ziyu glanced at her, then continued to stare at the bathroom door, the sound of splashing water coming from inside was very clear.

Yu Bao: "..."

"Didn't you ask me to come over and help clean up?" Silently swallowing a mouthful of old blood, Yu Bao's forehead appeared the word Ninja.

Without looking away from the bathroom door, Song Ziyu's voice was cold, "It's not necessary now, let's go back."

The word Ninja on Yu Bao's forehead trembled, and it faintly began to show signs of cracking, "I am a woman, and I am more careful about housework than you men."

She took a fancy to a dress and waited for this month's salary. Now, once she finds herself idle, she will subconsciously regard it as a crisis of unemployment.

Seeing doubts in the eyes cast over him, Yu Bao twitched the corners of his mouth and puffed up his chest, two small steamed buns nestled in the lace skirt very disappointingly.

"Eric didn't tell you?" Song Ziyu rolled his eyelids, and finally turned his gaze to Yu Bao, "I never want a female assistant."

Yu Bao stared wide-eyed, then why me?The next moment she winked at Song Ziyu, she was so cute~ ahahaha, I didn't expect that I was so special in this man's heart, Yu Bao laughed and waved her hands shyly, "Oh, brother Song, I will think you Interesting to me, hehe, tell me quickly, this must not be an illusion, right?"

"It's an illusion." Song Ziyu finally stabbed Yu Bao again, "I didn't think you were a woman."

Yu Bao was stabbed twice in a row, stuck on the spot and seized the opportunity, then covered his face and choked with grief.

After turning down the temperature of the air conditioner, Song Ziyu suddenly asked, "Can you cook mung bean soup?"

"Yes, go right away." Yu Bao ran away quickly.

When the three of He Wen sat at the table and looked at the so-called mung bean soup, the expressions on their faces were as wonderful as the paint on the palette.

Stirring in the bowl with a spoon, He Wen raised his eyebrows as he looked at the paste... let's say mung beans, "Where's the soup?"

"That's right, where's the soup?!" Yu Bao raised his hand, and Song Ziyu's squinting of his eyes immediately took it back when he was about to take a picture.

Yu Bao curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "The soup was drunk by the pot."

Pushing away the bowl in front of him, Fang Jun rubbed his temples. Even if he went out for a meeting, the kitchen became a battlefield.

Looking secretly at Song Ziyu's sullen face, Yu Bao swallowed his saliva, "Brother Song, you don't want me?"

no respond.

"I'm old at the top and young at the bottom, and I was diagnosed with endocrine disorders last week." Yu Bao said as he stroked the hair on his forehead, pointing to the two pimples on it.

Putting down the spoon, He Wen supported his head with one hand, and raised the corners of his lips at Yu Bao, in a playful way, "Baby..."

Yu Bao shrank his shoulders, exaggeratedly wiped his sweat with the back of his hands, I'll go!Please don't call me that, didn't you see those two throwing knives?

"I want to know the details of the Songyuling Tourist Area in H City before nine o'clock tomorrow morning." The smile spread from the corner of He Wen's mouth.

The concubine can't do it! ! !

With all the horses running in his heart, Yu Bao squeezed out a smile of "I'll take care of things, don't worry" on his face, and made an OK gesture with his right hand.

At around 50:[-] the next morning, Yu Bao was at the foot of the Songyuling Waterfall, as tired as a pug, calling to report the situation with two dark circles under his eyes.

When He Wen received the call, he was already on his way to City H. He didn't drive much this time. Several men sat in a car and took turns driving.

Yu Bao's mouth became dry when he said, "Brother Wen, then I'm going back."

"Go back?" He Wen leaned on Song Ziyu, with his legs resting on Jian Ming's, and he said casually, "I have to cancel the room I reserved for you."

There was a blank voice on the other end of the phone, and then an ear-splitting laugh. He Wen moved the phone away, and then pressed the end button.

Songyu Ridge is not a well-known tourist attraction in China. One is that it is relatively secluded, and the other is that the style and decoration are more ancient, and the price is a bit expensive.

The houses are all sloping roofs, the garden is large, surrounded by high walls, and there is a shepherd dog inside. Outside the house, besides a large bamboo forest, there are splashing waterfalls, a lake, and a long wooden bridge built on it. Flowering trees are planted on the hills at both ends of the long bridge, surrounded by towering peaks.

In May, there were not many tourists, only in twos and threes. When He Wen and the others appeared, they did not cause much commotion. They came here just to be quiet.

They booked five rooms, one for Yu Bao, and the other four for He Wen and the five of them. He Wen didn't care about how to sleep at night. He waited for the four men to talk about it when the time came. Rip face to face and argue, and then a winner will come to him.

After dinner in the evening, after going out for a stroll, He Wen and the others gathered in one of the rooms to play poker.

It's just an ordinary Dou Dizhu, and the atmosphere is tense.

He Wen didn't participate, he listened to music with earphones plugged into his ears, rested his head on Shen Cheng's lap, and reached in from the hem of his clothes to touch his waist.

The four men playing poker had their own thoughts, each with sullen faces, and the battle was raging in their eyes, as if they were not playing cards, but fate.

Yu Bao, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch and eating potato chips, suddenly shouted nervously, "You guys won't ask for marriage, will you?"

Song Daxing's forehead twitched, and the cards in his hand tightened.

Boss Jian's handsome face turned green immediately as he lowered his eyes and was planning how to win with one blow.

And Manager Fang was shocked, and almost threw out the last hole card.

Probably the patriarch of the Shen family who had just sat on the chair could hold his breath, but he also tightened his jaw imperceptibly.