My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 234 The Original Sin of Beauty 3

Wen Changlang smiled and kicked him back, and said loudly:

"Shang Yanzhou, can you stop being so childish? It's like how happy you can be by kicking me like this."

Shang Yanzhou bent down, stared at him sharply, and said calmly:

"I'm happy when I fuck you."

Wen Changlang: "..."

Where did the gentle and polite gentleman in the past go?How...how could this person be so shameless?

I remember that in the past, if he said a little too much, this person would immediately turn his face and become angry from embarrassment.

However, he seems to be indifferent to this overt and secret elegance, which is really tempting to death.

"Then...do you want to have a good time tonight, huh?"

Wen Changlang caught up with Shang Yanzhou, hugged him from behind, and said a few words with infinite meaning.

Shang Yanzhou turned his head, kissed the alluring black eyes, and then held his exquisite and monstrous face, the faint blush on it became more and more charming, making people want to stop.

"Wen Changlang, did I ever tell you that you are very careless?"

"Your uncle is the one who owes me grass!"

As soon as Wen Changlang pushed him away, he was so angry that he stretched out his hand and punched him, but the force was soft, as if scratching it, the more he scratched his heart, the more itchy, it was like lighting a fire.

Shang Yanzhou easily grabbed his troublesome hand, then unzipped the other hand, stretched it directly under himself, and gave an order at the same time:

"Hold on, go upstairs."

Wen Changlang was terrified by his actions, and the feeling of cheating became stronger and stronger:

"What are you doing! The head chef will see you later!"

With a rare wild smile on the corner of Shang Yanzhou's mouth, he said lightly:

"If you want to avoid being noticed, go upstairs quickly, finish your exercise, then take a shower and sleep, the time is just right."

This person, just in this matter, is both domineering and wild, and his evil behavior is just right, it really makes him rare to death!

After a hearty exercise, Wen Changlang was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger. He rolled his eyes, but saw Shang Yanzhou sitting on the bedside refreshed and reading documents.

Don't think about it, you know it's related to the case.

He moved over slowly like a reptile, stretched his neck to look at the document in his hand, looked carefully for a while, and found that it was information about the big restaurant.

Wen Changlang asked puzzledly, "Why are you looking at this information?"

Shang Yanzhou: "Research."

Finding a comfortable position in his arms to lie down, Wen Changlang watched with him, halfway through, he suddenly realized:

"Have you found out the identity of the deceased? Is it related to this restaurant?"

Shang Yanzhou wrapped his fingers around a bunch of soft black hair on Wen Changlang's head, stroking it once and for all, ignoring what he said at all, seeing that he didn't reply, Wen Changlang curled his lips, and then continued to read.

Watching and watching, a burst of drowsiness hit him, just when he was dizzy and wanted to fall asleep, Shang Yanzhou picked him up and carried him directly to the bathroom:

"Take a shower before going to bed."

Wen Changlang: "..."

When he came out of the shower, he had no sleep at all.

Wen Changlang lay on the bed, staring at Shang Yanzhou.

Wen Changlang: "There is something wrong with you."

Shang Yanzhou: "Yes."

Wen Changlang: "Wash away my drowsiness!"

Shang Yanzhou: "Yes."

Wen Changlang: "Do you have any regrets?"

Shang Yanzhou: "Huh?"

Wen Changlang kicked him under the quilt, and said depressedly:

"You bastard! What else can you say besides this word!"

Shang Yanzhou let him kick, and when he retracted his foot, he pulled him over and put him in his arms, and said softly:

"Go to sleep."

The thorns all over Wen Changlang's body softened in an instant, and he arched hard into his arms, a faint bamboo fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

Every night, he falls asleep in the arms of this man with a faint bamboo fragrance, which is great.