little turtle in pocket

Chapter 45

Year [-] AD.

It's raining again.Although it is rainy and cool in autumn, in the high-end apartment where the central air conditioner is fully activated, it is still warm and full of spring, and no one knows that autumn is coming.

In his deep sleep, he had shed all the calm and old-fashioned camouflage, and his slightly parted plump lips were glowing with pink luster, the temptation came unknowingly.

Cheng took a deep breath, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He touched the disheveled head lightly with his hand. The tentacles were the soft earlobe and skin on the side of the neck, with refreshing warmth.

Sleeping drowsily, the embarrassing child actually regarded the man's tentative kiss as delicious food, and smacked his mouth and tongue like a pink snake looking for the other's lips.

The flame that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be doused with a bucket of gasoline, and it burst into flames.

"Uh-------" It wasn't until the man's organ was firmly resisted that the boy finally woke up, his eyes widened, and he backed away in panic, "You? Why are you here?"

Cheng Shen pressed his shoulders, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips: "This is my home, why can't I be here?"

Wen Nuo looked around blankly: "But I thought it was in my uncle's house------"

"Really?" Cheng Shen's smile suddenly disappeared, and the soles of his feet suddenly hung in the air, as if he had stepped on the air, and he broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably.

"Do not!!!"

Waking up from a strange dream, Cheng Shen sat up abruptly and found that the white sheets were soaked with sweat.

What does this dream mean?Holding his aching temple, he whispered the name of the person in the dream.Everything in the dream feels so real, as if it really happened.

At this moment the phone rang.That is a number that only Lee Dong-joon knows.

Picking up the microphone, the manager's anxious voice stimulated the eardrums through the radio waves: "The reception reception at the head office will start in half an hour, what are you still doing?"

Cheng Shen closed his eyes wearily: "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"Ancestor!" The nervous manager's voice trembled, "The heads of all aspects of this reception will be present, no matter how famous you are, you can't be late for this occasion!"

Wen Nuo was packing his luggage when the doorbell rang.Hearing the bell, he thought for a while, closed the lid of the box, and then walked over to open the door.

The person standing outside was someone who was not expected at all.

"How did you know I was here?"

The other party seemed very satisfied with Wen Nuo's reaction, and smiled charmingly as usual: "Cousin can't leave, let me pick you up for him."

"Pick me up? What are you doing?" Wen Nuo was at a loss.

Zihao couldn't help saying that he took his arm and walked out: "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

"But I haven't got my coat on—"

Hearing Wen Nuo's words, Zi Hao stopped in his tracks, and when he turned his head, right under the noses of the two, the old rotten wooden door that was about to decay was blown by the wind and slammed shut.

Wen Nuo looked at Zi Hao, and Zi Hao looked at Wen Nuo.

After a long time, Zihao said, "I'll wear my windbreaker for you. Anyway, I still wear a suit inside."

Side by side with Zihao, who nodded and smiled all the way, walked on the red carpet so thick that people's heels could be trapped, with Wen Nuo on his back like an ant, feeling uncomfortable all over his body: "What kind of reception is this? What have I got to do with you?" Relationship? Why should I come?"

Zihao kept smiling, and answered through his teeth: "Curious baby, don't you know when the reception starts? Be patient, my brother will be here soon, he treats you so well, you don't want to let him Is he disappointed?"

Although he didn't understand why he would be disappointed if he didn't attend this reception, Wen Nuo remained quiet.

The shadow pupils in the huge banquet hall were very lively, and Cheng Shen probably couldn't find them even after a while.

The reception officially started, the host said a lot of compliments, and invited out the host—Jiang Daping, the head of the head office.

The success or failure of a film is firstly determined by the head office's attitude towards it. Therefore, the position of head is so powerful that it can be said that it can turn into clouds and rain.

However, this figure who has almost become a legend in the world does not look unusual, with plain features and a modest attitude.He came up with a smile on his face and said a scene, and then pulled out two people from the crowd around him: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Taking this opportunity today, let me introduce you. This is the little girl Li Qi. There is a handsome young man named Wu Ming. The two of them have entered into a marriage contract, which means that Wu Ming is now my son-in-law! I hope you will take care of me in the future!"

Miss Jiang was full of astonishment.Apparently, her father made this statement without first consulting her.

Wu Ming was as calm as ever, he quickly concealed his shock when he first heard the news, and with a gentle smile, he hugged Jiang Liqi's shoulder very cooperatively, allowing the entertainment reporters present to take pictures.

This smile froze suddenly when handsome Wu's eyes fell on someone in the front row.

How could he appear here?Although the bearded man might think of bringing him here, but with his stubborn temper, he should find ways to stay at home.

The moment the four eyes met, it seemed that a cold reptile creature slid across the spine.

Wen Nuo didn't move, and asked the people next to him word by word: "What's your relationship with Jiang Daping? Was it your idea or his?"

Zihao looked at him sideways, smiling brightly: "Of course it's me. Why is he uncomfortable looking for something?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

Wen Nuo had already started to retreat quietly, trying to find a crack in the crowd, but Zi Hao stopped him: "Don't leave, the reception has just begun!"

"Enough!" Wen Nuo struggled to break free, but in vain, "You fucking let me go!"

Zihao seemed to appreciate his distraught look, and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly like an iron hoop: "I won't fucking let go, what?"

"What's this for?" A deep voice suddenly sounded behind them, "Are you performing wrestling?"

Looking back, the famous handsome face was smiling at them, and the crowd behind suddenly became a blurred background.

"You? How do you know he's in this position?" After being shocked, Zihao let go, still in disbelief.

Cheng Shen smiled playfully, and Wen Nuo's heart moved when he saw it: "I installed a radar." With a stretch of his long arm, he took over the child, "Let's go, it's too stuffy here, let's go out to get some air."

"But the boss of TFC is still waiting to see you—"

Li Dongjun's pitiful reminder was drowned in the noisy crowd, Jin Daxing didn't care, and in a blink of an eye, he had already carried Wen Nuo through the crowd to the edge of the hall.

Seeing that Wen Nuo was still looking in the direction he came from, Cheng Shen held those cold hands: "Don't worry, Zi Hao just likes this, it's just a prank."

"He hates me."

"You think so?" The man stretched his hand into Wen Nuo's coat along the wide sleeve, stroking the cool and smooth skin, "This windbreaker still carries his body temperature! He just doesn't express well, In fact, he cares about you."

Wen Nuo smiled wearily: "I'm fine. Go see that boss, don't delay important matters because of me."

"There's nothing more important than you."

The physical distance between the two was already dangerously close, and if they got closer, they would stick together.Wen Nuo subconsciously searched for the camera hidden in the dark, but in vain, he took a step back consciously: "Don't be like this, it's not good to be seen by others. I don't care about those past things, and you also forgot Bar."

Cheng Shen frowned: "You remember everything?"

"Remember what?"

If you really want to be affectionate, no one can resist Jin Daxing's warm eyes: "Why do you pretend to be in front of me? As I said, even if you hate me to the bone, I deserve it."

The man's hot body temperature can still be clearly felt through the thick winter clothes.They were so close to each other that they could almost hear each other's heartbeat.

A dangerous distance, irresistible.

Wen Nuo slowly closed his eyes.

The extremely soft lips, the warm tip of the tongue, the thin and hard arms and the slender neck of the person in his arms, stroked and kneaded bit by bit, Cheng Shen reminded himself in his heart that this was not a dream.However, no matter what, he couldn't get rid of the lingering sense of illusion.How could you forgive so easily?Or did he not remember anything at all?

However, even though those eyes, which hide countless thoughts, are covered by long eyelashes at the moment, it can still be seen that there is a slight melancholy in them, which is heartbreaking.How could he not know anything?

"Ninny, nannie!"

A pair of young men who were embracing and kissing were startled by the urgent cry behind them, stopped their lips and teeth, and turned their heads together.

The one who hurriedly walked towards them turned out to be Miss Jiang Liqi Jiang!

She was obviously surprised to see them, but she hesitated for a moment, then hurried past the two of them, blowing through the corridor like the wind, and disappeared in an instant.

The helpless middle-aged man who followed behind was panting with exhaustion, stopped and supported his knees and sighed: "Ninny, Dad is doing it for your own good------"

Cheng Shen raised his arms to support the wall, and locked Wen Nuo in his arms: "Leave them alone."

Jiang Daping panted for a while, straightened his waist, and saw the two young men in the corner: "You? Sao Ba Xing, why are you here?"

After a moment of silence, Jin Daxing turned his head: "Mr. Jiang, what kind of nonsense did Gan Zihao teach you?"