Shang Heng pursed his lips, and without saying a word, he grabbed his arm and helped the person to the sofa.I'm going to pour you a glass of water.You take a hot bath, relax, and go to bed.When he came back with a cup of hot water, Rong Zhi was still sitting quietly on the sofa, supporting his cheek with one hand, bending his back alone, curled up in a posture, and when he heard the sound, he immediately raised his eyes to look at him.Why didn't you go to the shower?
Shang Heng sat down beside him and stuffed the water cup into the other party's hand.Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, the heat rising from the mouth of the cup covered the lens with a faint mist, and his dark eyes hid behind the white mist, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.Shang Heng.Rong Zhi's slender fingertips gently rubbed the rim of the cup, and asked hesitantly, do you like Lin Yuqing?
Shang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the five fingers resting on his knees slowly scratched a trace of the fabric of the trousers.Why do you suddenly ask that?
Rong Zhi looked up at him, but his eyes were touched, and he quickly moved away, and the corners of his mouth supported an unnatural arc: I mean, if you like him, I can die.Shang Heng's chest shook, and he suddenly fell into a long silence.The scalp didn't know that it was faintly tearing at the nerves, and the five fingers reached into the hair, but no matter what, the source of the disease could not be found, so it had to let it throb and throb.He clenched his tightly knit brow, the pale light toppling overhead, the back of the hand blocking the light cut a shadow on his face.Rongzhi, in fact, I didn't think about this.Shang Heng has never considered the issue of love since before he wore books, or this distant luxury has never appeared in his life plan at all.The life of his wife and children on the hot kang seems to be good, but he is not cold.He is always used to looking at everything from the perspective of a businessman, falling in love, getting married, having children, investing a lot of money, time and energy, as well as feelings, and what about the benefits?
If Qin Se and Ming are naturally happy, but once the relationship breaks down, he will be greeted by both people and money, and all the previous efforts will be wasted in an instant, and all will become sunk costs.It can be described as a high-cost, high-risk, low-return, high-probability loss-making business, why do people in the world still tirelessly pursue it?
Could it be that the reproductive instinct of living beings is behind it?
He prefers to enjoy the fun and excitement of climbing mountain peaks after setting high goals for himself, while the dullness of firewood, rice, oil and salt will constantly wear out the passion of life.Thinking of the marriage grave with no end in sight, as bland, and respectful as a guest, Shang Heng couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp.Hearing this, Rong Zhi did not show surprise, neither happy nor disappointed, but responded calmly.Shang Heng licked his dry lips, and his tone was tactful: Emotional things, I'm not good at it, it's too difficult to figure out, unquantifiable things, I always stay away, maybe you sleep well, and when you wake up the next day, you will have different feelings.Rong Zhi slowly took off his glasses, his eyes were as soft as water, and he smiled faintly: Yes, every morning when I wake up, I like you a little more.If it was just a euphemistic hint, this sentence is a clear confession.Shang Heng was dumbfounded, remembering the few hours when he was drunk, he became more and more distraught, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, and finally could only look away in embarrassment.It was impossible for him to be strong against Rong Zhi, but seeing that the light in the other party's eyes was extinguished little by little, there was no way to ask about the various doubts in the room just now.The silence at such times is most unbearable.Rong Zhi took out a box of cigarettes from the coffee table, lit the lighter a few times before lighting it, and just took a puff, he choked and coughed.Shang Heng frowned slightly: I remember that you don't smoke.The corners of Rong Zhi's eyes were red, and in the end, he only left a forced smile, and smiled at him apologetically: it is true that he rarely smokes, and he is not used to it.He paused, retracted softly to the corner of the sofa, his face illuminated by the light as a thin sheet of paper, his lowered eyes carefully hiding his ups and downs and exhaustion.But there are some things that you have to get used to slowly.Rong Zhi said softly.He didn't go to see Shang Heng, but Shang Heng couldn't help but look at him, what Rong Zhi showed in front of him seemed to have always been silent and soft, even if the confession was not answered, it was a fully accepted Sven.Always empathetic and knowledgeable.But Fan Shang Heng looked away irritably, and the other party's gaze chased and stuck to it in an instant, like a longing and sensitive kitten.Shang Heng frowned, his wandering eyes noticed a book spread out on the coffee table, and changed the subject: What book are you reading?
Rong Zhi said lightly: It is the original novel of the TV series that Mr.
Lin has starred in.Shang Heng said casually: Are you actually interested in this relationship?
Neither is it.Rong Zhi flipped through the books casually and said, but Mr.
Lin said to me that childhood sweethearts can never win from the sky, and can only be a supporting role forever, I am not convinced, so take a look.Shang Heng was silent for a moment and pressed his eyebrows: What did he say?
Rong Zhi turned the pages one by one: Actually, I don't understand, why is it always written like this in novels, childhood sweethearts can only be affectionate male partners, why do they have to be arranged to be the foil of the boss?
Why do they have to guard silently, not fight or grab, give the heroine warmth when she needs it, be willing to let go when she doesn't need it, and always passively wait for the heroine to never turn back?
Rong Zhi closed the book at some point, and looked straight at Shang Heng with dark eyes: Why does the protagonist always choose the domineering one, that is, he refuses to look back at the person who has loved him the longest from beginning to end?
Can you help me?
Shang Heng grabbed his hair and said with a wry smile: You are really stumped for me.Rong Zhi didn't expect to get any answers, threw the book aside, and asked softly: Shang Heng, have you ever liked anyone?
Shang Heng began to think.If he is lucky enough to find an ideal soul mate in the future, it must be someone who can generate his constant drive and passion.The shadow of this ideal type was hazy and scattered in his mind, and in the end, he hesitated for a moment, smiled and shook his head: You are asking the wrong person, I am a 10,000-year-old bachelor.Rong Zhi stopped talking, the two looked at each other speechless for a moment, he lowered his head and said lightly: Okay, it's not too early, you can go back and rest early, or, if you want to stay overnight, I don't mind.Shang Heng pursed his lips and immediately got up to say goodbye.Before leaving, Rong Zhi saw that he had some hesitation on his face, and smiled clearly: You don't have to take what you said just now, it's just a little bit of my thoughts and delusions.As for being in your room just now, I said that nothing happened.He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the pattern in the corner of the wall, where there was a hanging painting, but it was now empty, and only a nail was stuck in the wallpaper.Rong Zhi said in a low voice: Everything is my willingness, and it has nothing to do with you.His indifferent expression was like that of a young deer that took the initiative to cut open its chest in front of the hunter, a sacrifice without complaint or regret, showing waves in a silent and calm place.Shang Heng was stunned, but he didn't know what to say, raised his hand and waved, silently preparing to leave.But when he turned around, his finger accidentally brushed the nail on the wall, and a drop of blood immediately floated out of his index finger.Shang Heng frowned, but he didn't feel too much pain, he didn't have time to check it, but he was grabbed by Rong Zhi first, and his nervous voice was even a little angry: Why are you so careless?
What to do if there is rust on the nails?
When Rong Zhi rarely had mood swings, he carefully took his index finger in his mouth at this time, and gently hooked the tip of his tongue to remove that little bead of blood.Shang Heng watched his movements with a complicated expression, and slowly withdrew his hand: Just rub a little oily skin, I will go to the medicine.I'll go find a Band-Aid for you.I have it in my bag.There was a small black hiking bag next to the wardrobe, and Rong Zhi hurriedly rummaged through it for a band-aid, probably because there were too many miscellaneous items, and accidentally turned out a photo and floated on the carpet.Shang Heng bent down and picked it up: The moment your things fell on the person in the photo, Shang Heng's expression suddenly froze, and the hand handed back to the other party paused in the air.It was a high school student in a school uniform, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a crumpled white T-shirt under an open school uniform jacket, and the hem of his shirt was stained with dirt and dust, as if he had just fought with someone.The boy's eyes were cold, and his thumb wiped the corners of his lips with a pale red, revealing a little arrogant smile.The photo looks like a candid perspective, but what shocked Shang Heng was not this, this face that couldn't be more familiar, wasn't it himself in high school?
Rong Zhi snatched the photo, quickly stuffed it into his bag, and stuffed the band-aid to him: I'm sorry.Sorry for what?
Shang Heng held a box of Band-Aids and looked at him wordlessly.Rong Zhi didn't look at him, and said in a low voice: I'm going to rest.Shang Heng looked at him for a long time, and saw that the other party still had no meaning to explain, so he had to nod and leave.He held the doorknob, and his mind was still on the high school photo, which was because of the photo of his high school classmates who were childhood sweethearts set in the book?
Or is Rong Zhi hiding something?
Did they know each other before they wore books?
But he didn't have an impression of him, and with a stomach full of doubts, Shang Heng opened the door and prepared to go back to his room to comb through the mess.As soon as he raised his eyes, a long shadow stood against the porch, a retro double-breasted coat and jacket, lined with broad shoulders and calm, with one hand in his pocket, revealing a simple black watch on his wrist.Wen Ruiyun didn't know how long he had been here, so he just stood there, quietly watching Shang Heng calmly come out of the room, wearing a crumpled suit with the smell of unfinished wine.The man slowly withdrew his hand, the screen of the mobile phone in his palm was still lit, and he smiled at Shang Heng's stunned eyes, and said casually: Mr.
Shang, it's so late, are you still busy?
Chapter 49 Male Instinct Shang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, stared at the man motionlessly, and found his voice for a while: Mr.
Wen, why are you here?
Are you looking for me?
Oh, yes.Wen Ruiyun took a step, slowly approached him, leaned over slightly, as if frowning at the smell of wine on his body.I didn't reply to the message I gave you, I called and turned off the phone, I heard Sheng Qi say that you were drunk and unconscious, come up and take a look, it seems that I accidentally disturbed your good deeds.When he said this, Wen Ruiyun's tone was neither salty nor light, his handsome and elegant face was expressionless, but a pair of dark eyes were firmly fixed on Shang Heng.When he is not smiling, the invisible pressure around him is naturally released, giving people an unbearable feeling that the flow of time is slowing down.Shang Heng was upset when he came out of the room calmly, and was interrupted by Wen Ruiyun, so he simply didn't think about those troubles and chaos, but calmed down in his heart.He relied on the not obvious height advantage, lowered his eyes to meet the other party's gaze, and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth: Isn't it, I finally woke up after sleeping in the dark, and I was about to go to have a big meal, but I was stopped by you.Mr.
Wen even wants to ask about this?
Wen Ruiyun's eyes moved slightly, and he went straight back to his upper body quietly, and when the corners of his mouth showed laugh lines, the momentum that was almost questioning disappeared without a trace in an instant: It's me who is too worried.How about I make amends to you and invite you to supper?
Shang Heng just said casually, and when he heard the word supper, he seemed to be really hungry, and nodded with a smile: Okay, where did you go?
Wen Ruiyun took the lead in taking the lead: Let's go, the car is waiting downstairs.Shang Heng quickly followed him, and said suspiciously: Mr.
Wen came to me, wouldn't it be just for such a trivial matter?
When he went downstairs, Wen Ruiyun stopped, looked back at him and smiled: Congratulations to Mr.
Shang, you have won another bet.Shang Heng came back to his senses and smiled."
Forbidden Me" was released for a week, and the box office accumulation has been close to 400 million so far, and there are still three weeks before the Spring Festival.At the beginning, the total investment of 35 million, Shang Heng accounted for nearly one-third, deducting the share of the theater chain and Gu Rin, Shang Heng's income could be more than ten times at once.Coupled with the income of "Mosanghai" and several other projects, the total revenue investment of Shangheng Company in the first year approached the 200 million mark, far exceeding the rate of return set by the VAM agreement with Wen Ruiyun.He won Wen Ruiyun again.Shang Heng couldn't help smiling, unbuttoned the two buttons on his neckline, and let out the excess dryness: Mr.
Wen is really shrewd, and he has 20% of the equity, so he won't suffer a loss.Wen Ruiyun turned his face to look at him with a smile and shook his head: I feel a little lost.Shang Heng continued to ask, but Wen Ruiyun refused to explain.The two walked out of the hotel lobby, Wen Shengqi had been waiting in the car for a long time, lowered the window, and waved at them from afar.Shang Heng walked down the stairs, the headlights of a Porsche car on the side of the road flashed twice, and the light suddenly brightened at night, he squinted, and subconsciously raised his hand to block his vision.The Porsche door opened, and the man who got out of the back seat slowly stepped into the light, revealing his body little by little in the night.Shiny leather shoes, crisp black trousers, a long dark brown trench coat, a stand-up collar swaying slightly in the night breeze, followed by a neat and smooth chin, and that cold and arrogant face.Gu Rin's eyes were always indifferent, the muscles in his cheeks were tense, he frowned at this time, his eyes were fixed on Wen Ruiyun on Shang Heng's side, and the hand inserted in the pocket of the windbreaker was subconsciously clenched, and the palm of his hand was two movie tickets, and the fabric supported the shape of some phalanges.Shang Heng was stunned for a moment and smiled: Mr.
Gu, you are too late, and the celebration banquet is over.As a big investor, the celebration banquet of the crew of "Forbidden Me" naturally invited Gu Rin.But he was busy with work, and he didn't like the wine party, so he mixed with a large group of people, and wanted to call Shang Heng out alone, but none of the messages and calls sent to him were answered, and the assistant Amo couldn't contact him.Gu Rin spent a whole day arranging all the work for the next holiday, and was finally able to take a break, and it was late at night when he hurried over, and before he entered the lobby, he saw his rival running before him to cut off his beard.Gu Rin pursed her lips tightly and snorted mockingly: I just said why didn't your phone turn on, it turned out that you had another date?
Shang Heng reluctantly pressed the corner of his forehead: There is no power.Mr.
Wen has just arrived.We were going for a late-night snack.Do you want to be together?
Gu Rin said stiffly: Why should I have a supper with this paper guy?
Call him Mr.
Wen, call yourself a mouthful of Mr.
Gu, and say one less word!
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Wen Ruiyun said slowly: Also, my kitchen is only good at cooking some home-cooked food, I'm afraid it won't be good to entertain Mr.
Gu.Gu Rin's eyes widened: Your family?
What are you doing running around in the middle of the night?
Shang Heng looked at Wen Ruiyun in surprise, and after thinking about it, Wen Shengqi was in the car, so there was no need to go out to eat.Wen Ruiyun smiled slightly: Tomorrow is New Year's Day, I heard Sheng Qi say that you plan to spend time alone in the company, why don't you come to my house, just have a good time, Ran Ran remembered the last kidnapping in her heart, and kept talking about you.What do you think?
Unexpectedly, the other party invited him to his home as a guest, and Shang Heng was even more surprised.Wen Ruiyun's eyes are clear and soft, and it is a kind of openness that is neither concealed nor tough.He waited patiently for Shang Heng's reply, a little more intimate and expectant than when he was invited to the charity dinner.Shang Heng has an indescribable feeling in his heart, he has been wearing books for more than half a year, he has no relatives, no home, and few friends, the apartment is still rented, and the only thing that gives him a sense of belonging is the company he opened.Unexpectedly, the person who invited him to a family gathering would be Wen Ruiyun, who once regarded him as a great enemy.