1 Chapter 1
The cloud chandelier overhead was filled with a wet halo in the blurred vision, perhaps it had been turned on for too long, and the hot light bulb diffused in the air, and the temperature around him continued to rise, Wen Jiang felt that his skin was dry and hot, and his throat seemed to be torn.
He opened his eyes with all his might, and the dim oblique pressure fell on him with a suffocating weight.
Another hot touch enveloped him, rubbing against his skin, and the warm aroma became more and more intense, almost saturated in the hot air.
His eyelids were heavy and his consciousness was falling, he was in a daze for a while, and pulled it back the moment before his consciousness fell to the bottom, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Someone pressed on him, and it was a man.
In an instant, memories flooded my mind.
As a desperate San Lang in the entertainment industry, Wen Jiang's strong business ability is not only for the capital side, but also for the little fans who have not spent a penny for him.
The tragic cannon fodder in the article has the same name and surname as him, he didn't think much about it, just laughed it off as a joke, and after reading the novel, he hastily closed his eyes and took a break for ten minutes to get up to participate in the event, and made an appointment with the spokesperson, only to find out that he had gone to a Hongmen banquet.
By the time he realized that someone had drugged him, it was too late.
Wen Jiang is a mythical existence in the entertainment industry, he participated in the movie at the age of seventeen, although he was a supporting role, but he couldn't prevent the film from becoming a phenomenon, and he himself was valued by more film and television parties.
The young man's fame was red-eyed, seeing that the top resources in the circle were tilted for him alone, he couldn't sit still at home, and he was playing with a black heart, trying to drug him in the wine in the name of the spokesperson and send him to the pig-headed man's bed, as long as he is pregnant, it is almost equivalent to saying goodbye to the entertainment industry, and the resources that originally belonged to him can also be divided and eaten by the opponents, and they can enjoy the results.
But I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, the drug contains a strong irritating component, which stimulates his fragile heart that has been working all night for many days, and even before he can say his last words, he is gone.
Wen Jiang: So I'm going to heaven?
On the yarn, it is obvious that he is wearing a book, not to mention anything else, the surrounding environment and the cloud chandelier have repeatedly appeared in the novel, and he once saw that he almost didn't recognize the word "cloud".
The cannon fodder of the same name in the original text was looking at this lamp and lost the first time under the villain, and was later imprisoned. Forbidden, he also looked at this lamp many times and gave birth to the three children of the vicious villain, and finally when he went insane, he mistook the chandelier for a cloud in the sky, wanted to escape to the clouds to regain his freedom, and finally died of electrocution.
Wen Jiang: True punishment.
The case has been solved, and the man who is pressing on him at the moment is the hateful, vicious and perverted villain in the original text.
Wen Jiang clearly remembered the description of the villain in the original text:
[His intestines are fat and his brain is full, the fat on his face is piled up horizontally, and his huge round belly seems to be filled with fat when he walks, and he is duang duang dangling when he moves. γ
Wen Jiang: ......
I'm going to cut it.
He stretched out his hand and groped on the bedside table, he was not afraid of broken bones, he wanted to leave his innocence in the world, it was a big deal that the fish died and the net was broken, and his good cabbage must not let the pig's head arch.
After touching it for a long time, he really touched a fruit knife, and the surface of the cold blade passed the face of the pig-headed villain in an instant, when Wen Jiang organized the "legitimate defense" rhetoric in his mind-
Syllable!
The sudden force grabbed his wrist, but the force quickly weakened.
"Do something." A low, chilling voice sounded in his ears, and the hot air from the blow tickled his ears.
Although Wen Jiang knew that kind of appearance had been ten years old, he still subconsciously looked at the man's face.
Wen Jiang: ?
He was stunned for a long time, his gaze wandering, and finally landed on the fruit bowl on the bedside table.
He picked up an apple and smiled at the corner of his lips: "I want to peel an apple for you to eat, add some VC." β
Wen Jiang, who has suffered a lot under the fence since he was a child, has grown up beaten by life, and even if he tastes the pain of life, he will never bow to fate, but Wen Yangou Jiang is going to admit this fate today.
The man's cheeks were crimson but could not hide his heroic spirit, his narrow and deep eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and his chaotic consciousness was hiding in them and wandering wildly, but the remaining trace of reason was trying to restrain himself, but his body was very hot.
Between the battle between reason and medicinal effect, green tendons erupted in the neck.
The man sighed heavily, raised his hand, and put his slender fingers against his forehead, blocking his reddened eyes: "You go quickly, while I can still restrain myself." β
He said restraint, but his voice trembled.
Wen Jiang stared straight at him, his gaze suddenly fell on a faint mole on his neck, and then he was stunned.
It's a coincidence that he's in the same position.
The corners of Wen Jiang's eyes slightly raised a faint red.
He replied: "Do you know what is a problem left over from history?" β
The man's eyebrows furrowed, his hands clenched into fists on the bed and barely supported his upper body, and green tendons faintly appeared on the surface of his bulging muscles: "Don't talk nonsense, go." β
His voice was extremely cold, and his eyebrows and eyes were covered with snow and frost, but they were quickly melted by the heat.
Wen Jiang raised his arms, his fingers lightly covered the back of the man's neck, and slowly slid down the clear and distinct muscle contours, and his white and slender arms gently hooked the man's shoulders and neck: "If you can't walk, what should I do."
He propped up the corners of his lips, the line of his lips was delicate and beautiful, and his eyebrows and eyes were stretched out, stirring up soft ripples.
There are two so-called historical problems:
Who hasn't been drugged and sent, even if he wears it in a book, the effect of the medicine has not faded;
Who hasn't had a little fetish, when other people's artists improve their image in fashion magazines on weekdays, he loves to look at "The House of Stylish Men".
But the fundamental reason for voluntary dedication is that the small pale mole on the man's neck rises and falls one after another as the muscles tighten and relax.
It's too similar, this haunting mole.
The man looked down at Wen Jiang, and his dark eyes were dark.
When the speed of breathing reaches a certain point, it symbolizes the destruction of what little sanity is left.
The body was violently opened, the clothes on the body became thin and fragile, everything in the world was entangled, the heat wave was about to burn the skin, and the reason seemed to be scalded, becoming soft and blurred.
Wen Jiang's breath was shattered, and he roamed around the room, from the soft bed to the cold and hard long table, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows pressed against his chest, looking down on the traffic downstairs of the hotel, as long as someone looked up, he could clearly see everything in the room.
Traces of decadence fell everywhere, the warm air-conditioning wind collided with the scorching breath, the thin sweat at the end of the eyes blurred the vision, and only the cold feeling brought by the window glass relieved the dryness a little.
Wen Jiang has completely lost his mind, and together with the man behind him, he has become a beast obsessed with desire.
With a lonely mouth, he subconsciously looked for a comfortable place to stay, but when his lips were about to touch the lips of the man behind him, a large hand pressed the back of his head against the window.
There was a still cold voice from the chaotic breath: "Do it...... What. β
Wen Jiang grabbed the glass with both hands, tilted his head slightly, and showed a moist and warm smile: "Don't you kiss." β
The man pressed the back of his head a little harder, and there was a bit of cold mockery in his tone: "We can kiss each other?" β
Wen Jiang smiled and didn't say anything more.
The words are not rough, in the public perception, kissing is something that only two people who love each other will do.
His afterglow was firmly staring at the man's lips, the sharp and beautiful lip line was even more alienated, a thin sweat at the bottom of the lips would never slide down, even if it was a forgetful indulgence, the man's chin also raised a domineering arc, and his slightly drooping eyes seemed to always look down on others, all of which were arrogant.
In the confusion of thoughts, Wen Jiang was thinking: What does it feel like to bite this lip, and want to try it.
*
Following.
Wen Jiang, who didn't fall asleep until dawn, was woken up by the sound of a phone call.
"Room 2401 of Guanlan Hall, send a suit as soon as possible."
Wen Jiang slowly opened his eyes, caught off guard by the piercing soreness.
He took the bathrobe next to him with trembling hands, unable to tidy it up, hastily put it on and dressed loosely, he saw his belly when he tied it, the thin belly seemed to be filled with fluid, he has been an artist for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen his small belly bulging.
His head hurt, his muscles were screaming, his bones seemed to fall apart, and just wearing a bathrobe exhausted all his strength, so he could only lean on the head of the bed, his eyes wandering to the room. Beg.
The man was also wearing only a bathrobe, talking with his back to him, a tall, slender figure and delicately trimmed hair, and the sleeves that slipped off when he raised his hand revealed a bony wrist.
He hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Jiang, who had woken up from a dream, leaning on the head of the bed, with a straight collarbone under the loose placket, and the surface of the snow-like skin was covered with bright red and gorgeous traces, and the color contrast of extreme white and red produced a strong visual impact.
The skin is as white as snow, the face is greasy, in all fairness, she is a stunning beauty, but she doesn't take the right path, and she doesn't have to be polite to him.
The man's eyes moved away from the red marks, and calmly went to the bathroom to wash, without saying a word, until someone knocked on the door, and the assistant-like person sent a suit, he slowly tied his tie, and although there was no change in expression on his indifferent face, he finally opened his mouth.
"I know your intentions......"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Jiang, who asked softly with a smile in his eyes, "Do you really know what I'm thinking?" β
The man didn't want to waste his words with him, so he wrote a few words on the checkbook, put the check on the bedside, and his voice was still cold:
"Take the money and leave, don't come to entangle, if you still want to mix in this circle."
After speaking, Long Legs left the room, leaving Wen Jiang alone.
This kind of thing is no longer strange in the circle, in order to chase fame and fortune to please others, the beautiful and useless little star has a place to use, and the vase waste has no serious ability, but it is a useful companion. Sleep tools.
Wen Jiang looked at the closed door, chuckled, and glanced at the check.
A million, that's generous.
Just the signature at the bottom......
Wen Jiang's eyes were slightly stunned.
Huo Qingzhang?
The villain Huo Qingzhang throughout the whole text?
For the original villain Huo Qingzhang, Wen Jiang only has two shallow memory points for this role - ugly face and psychopath, all the tenderness and patience were given to his childhood sweetheart Bai Yueguang, that is, the original male protagonist Yun Shanchu.
When I saw his true face last night, I thought that I had accidentally entered the wrong room and got into someone else's bed, but in the end, it was Huo Qingzhang.
As for why it is so different from the original description, Wen Jiang can't say why.
Although the first impression of Huo Qingzhang was very poor, he was a good bed warmer, Wen Jiang thought that although he had no experience in bed matters, he could distinguish the good from the bad, and when he recalled it, he couldn't help but sigh:
It's a great loss to enjoy only this time.
Utensil. Big is still alive and well, with both wealth and beauty, and the male protagonist of the novel is standard.
And, the exact same neck mole is the only emotional support in my thin past memories.
Thinking of his smug sentence "I know your intentions", Wen Jiang hooked the corners of his lips.
So, you really know what I'm thinking?
You think I'm for your money, but I'm hungry for you.
Wen Jiang put away the check, walked around the room, and found an unfamiliar mobile phone.
The mobile phone has no password, and when it is opened, it is overwhelming with a missed call with the note "Yan Xi".
This person remembered that the original owner's agent was quite conscientious at first, but seeing that the original owner was hopeless, he started to think crookedly, and deceived the original owner into signing a gambling treaty of up to 700 million, if he didn't make 700 million in a year, the original owner would compensate the company 20 million and take the initiative to terminate the contract.
The original owner chose the bed of the pig-headed villain for the sake of 20 million, and finally became a fertility tool.
So this is the original owner's phone. In these years, there are still people who don't set passwords for their mobile phones, and they don't get deceived by whom.
In addition to dozens of missed calls and text messages, there are also Weibo message prompts that keep popping up, and Wen Jiang clicked on them casually.
Wen Jiang's private messages in front of the book are tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of private messages a day, and between the lines are admiration and love for him
But today I entered Weibo at a little bit, and I felt the unevenness of the world.
Hot search third:
#ζΈ©η»θ§ζΎε ι εΊ#
Hot search fourth:
#ζΈ©η»η₯η§η·ε#
[At about ten o'clock last night, the reporter photographed the artist Wen Jiang and a mysterious man entering and leaving the Guanlantang Hotel together and entering the same room, and then the reporter squatted and photographed the mysterious man leaving the hotel at about seven o'clock this morning, in a hurry. γ
There are also two pictures at the bottom, one is Wen Jiang and the mysterious man entering the hotel side by side, and the other is the mysterious man leaving the hotel alone at seven o'clock this morning, and he also changed his clothes.
Wen Jiang takes a closer look at the man in the photo.
Who is it?
The intestines are fat and the brain is full of big belly poop, and it is better to say that it is a lewd posture for fear of being photographed, but it is still dark at seven o'clock in winter, and the man's face cannot be seen clearly at all, just look at the figure, let alone two hundred pounds.
Netizens like Da Puben:
[Vase waste doesn't do anything every day, I just want to make money lying down, congratulations to the little waste for achieving his wish [squint smile]]
[Wen Jiang is really ...... I can gnaw on anything. γ
[Hee-hee, when will I see the film and television dramas that WJ gets by selling his ass? ] I definitely give it one star. γ
[Spit up, a rotten ass, you can't stand up without relying on the gold owner, right, there are always people who compare WJ with Chu Chu, match? ] It was too dirty to lift shoes for the first time. γ
[Upstairs, don't put the names of WJ and Chuchu Baby together, go down.] γ
[Why give the pig's head, my pepper is not small. γ
There are also some people:
[Who is Wen Jiang? What works? γ
[Why is this also worth a hot search, the little-known eighteenth line, no one cares about him. ] γ
Wen Jiang clicked into the original owner's Weibo homepage and flipped through it, with three million fans, excluding half of the company's marketing water, the remaining million fans are real.
Then flip through the Weibo comments.
[I'm ...... you]
Yes, we have to remove two-thirds of the black powder.
Wen Jiang understands what these black fans are laughing at, if the mysterious man who was photographed is Huo Qingzhang, maybe there will be people who really feel it, but the foundation of appearance determines the superstructure, and the Tanmei Mary Sue novel turns into a black hole in the flower market in secondsβ‘β‘.
He didn't want to look at it anymore and turned off his phone, but he couldn't find his phone after looking through it.
At this time, the original owner's mobile phone rang again, and Wen Jiang wanted to throw it away, but the mobile phone ringtone seemed to be resentful, and it became louder and louder.
At the moment when he turned off his mobile phone, the bell stopped abruptly, and a new message popped up:
[From: Yan Xi]
[Come to the company quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences. γ