Chapter 121: Wen Jia Ren

In the past few years, Wen Jia is actually no better than before. The investment projects have successively lost money. Outsiders have long been betting on when Wen Jincheng will be ousted by the board of directors. Fang Xintong’s affairs have undoubtedly worsened, making Wen Jia a joke again. .
Fan Qiuyun was involved in the entertainment industry in his early years, and later retired after marrying into Wen's family. She is an elegant image of a wealthy family and has a happy life. People praise her as a blessed woman. This time the life of her only son is at stake. Fang Xintong scolded Fang Xintong, each word by word, only to compare her with the bus. Fang Xintong was spoiled and not an angry person, so he went back one by one. This curse battle lasted more than half a month, and it really made the people eating melons. Feast your eyes.
Half a month later, Fang Xintong returned from Bali and released a dynamic statement that he had cancelled his marriage with Wen Tianhao, which caused an uproar.
Compared with Wenjia’s mess, Wenchuo’s life is proceeding in an orderly manner. After signing with DK, he got a recommendation position, which increased the exposure rate to some extent. The traffic in the game area has always been considerable, and more people found his After the video, the number of fans is also growing rapidly.
Wen Chuo will live broadcast the customs every day, maintaining a fairly stable progress. The top of the overall list is basically that he and Maruno are sitting interchangeably. He is still very few words, except for video tutorials, and basically does not participate in any offline interaction. Maru fan imagines The pull and touch of porcelain did not appear, the scolding battle gradually ceased, and a considerable number of fans diverted from Maruno to Wen Chuo.
In just a few months, it has skyrocketed millions of fans. If DK selects the dark horse anchor this year, Wen Chuo will definitely have a place, but he is still reluctant to show his face in live broadcast and lack of interaction with fans. There is a sense of distance invisible and human. The great gods like Maruno still fell a layer.
You can’t make much money from video playback, and more come from the audience’s rewards and promotion. We counted the salary to bring players through. Wen Chuo calculated the income over the past four months, and found that there were nearly 90,000, an average of one. Twenty thousand a month, the follow-up development will only be more impressive.
The place in Linxian County is too small, and the only one-third acre of land that can be touched, Wen Chuo still wants to go to a farther and wider world. Maybe he will only want to return to this full place when he gets old. Place of memories.
There are old buildings beside the road, the walls are mottled, and the air is full of twists and turns of wires. The drying racks have been eroded by wind and rain and lost their original appearance. The poles are covered with rust, and they are covered with colorful clothes. The black Mercedes parked quietly on the side of the road, with its shiny body, which caused the pedestrians to take a second look.
When Liu Mengmeng is free, she likes to stare at the car in a daze, with a longing tone: "This car is so beautiful, it always hangs around nearby, and I don't know who owns it."
Bai Yang looked through the glass door, and when he saw the logo on the car body and the license plate number, he didn't know why, and his expression suddenly became obscure.
In the afternoon, a man came in in the restaurant. He was older, dressed in suits and leather shoes. His face was very awkward, unlike a local. He ordered a table of dishes without moving his chopsticks. He just looked out from time to time and watched. To pass by pedestrians.
Liu Mengmeng was afraid that he was eating the king's meal, so she ran away without people paying attention, and kept staring secretly. The middle-aged man noticed her sight and smiled: "Boss, let me settle the bill first."
Liu Mengmeng was embarrassed and said, "No, no, no, you can eat first, and then end up after eating."
The man still took out his wallet with a thick pile of money, all of which were red tickets. He took out three of them and put them on the counter. He didn't ask Liu Mengmeng to find change. He even smiled with such kindness: "Little girl , I'm just here to rest and wait for someone."
Liu Mengmeng saw that he was arrogant and laughed quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, you wait slowly."
It didn’t take long for the middle-aged man to wait for someone to come. It was a young guy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the opposite side. Then he whispered,
Uncle Rong, I’ve found it. The next building, do you want to talk to the chairman..."
Uncle Rong raised his hand to stop when he heard the words: "Don't worry, please confirm first, so as not to admit the wrong person."
The young man hesitated: "But the chairman told us to take him back to stabilize the situation as soon as possible. After all, the chairman is old, and the body of the young master cannot last long. The shareholders below are all staring..."
Uncle Rong picked up a chopsticks dish for him: "I don't have to be in a hurry. Eat first, and talk after you finish. People can't run away."
The guy asked: "What if he doesn't want to follow us?"
Uncle Rong chuckled: "You're silly, who wants to stay in this shabby place with rich days."
They spoke very quietly, and Liu Mengmeng did not hear clearly. Bai Yang wiped the table on the side, lowered his head and couldn't see clearly. When the sky was getting dark, he asked for leave and went home early.
Wen Chuo had just finished the live broadcast at that time. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, and his sleepless fatigue made him lose weight. He led people through customs in the morning in the day, broadcast live in the afternoon, and edited the video at night. He didn't have it for several months. After slept for a full sleep, the eye power rose a few days ago, and I changed a pair of lenses.
"Hey, I'm back, why is it so early today."
Wen Chuo sat in a swivel chair and turned around, seeing Bai Yang coming over, reaching out and pulling him into his arms, clasping the back of his head, and habitually giving a long kiss. Bai Yang rarely responded, holding his arms around his neck. Slightly probed the tip of his tongue.
Wen Chuo took off his glasses, and his chin was clear and thin. He squeezed the flesh of Bai Yang's waist, and then sighed, "Finally fat."
In fact, it is not much fat, but it is not the previous malnourished look. The chin is still sharp and thin, and it seems that the eyes are getting bigger and bigger, like a puppet doll without a soul.
Bai Yang didn't know why, closed his eyes, leaned in his arms and didn't say a word, Wen Chuo rubbed his face: "Hey, I have a rest for the past two days, so let's take a break first, otherwise my eyes will be blinded. "
Video editing is very time-consuming. It is necessary to maintain quality and update speed. You can only work overtime day and night. The computer is in the living room. Wen Chuo, this counselor, panicks at night, every time Baiyang moves. A bench stood by and waited for him to finish cutting, and then the two would sleep together again.
The succulents on the windowsill have been raised unknowingly. They are colorful and beautiful. Baiyang put a pot on the computer table. However, Wen Chuo owed his hand, and once looked at it and couldn’t hold back a petal. , And Bai Yang never put anything on it again.
Wen Chuo squeezed Bai Yang's nose with great hand. The person in her arms opened his eyes at the right time, and looked at him quietly with a pair of black eyes. He only heard that, "I bought you some clothes on the Internet. , Go in and try."
The weather is getting colder, it is already the late autumn season, Wen Chuo picked a few light-colored sweaters for Bai Yang, which matched his clean temperament, and he just fitted after putting them on.
"pretty."
Wen Chuo's eyes were poisonous, and the number of yards was just right. Bai Yang looked at the clothes on his body, exuding a faint scent of laundry detergent, and found that it had been washed by Wen Chuo, then replaced it, folded it, and put it in the closet.
Wen Chuo said, "Don't bear to wear it, you will wear it tomorrow, you know."
Bai Yang nodded, crouched in front of the closet and re-arranged some messy clothes. Leaning over the arc was too large, revealing a white waistline. I want to come here for a period of time, the body is stretched, and the clothes are shorter. As he watched, he suddenly half-kneeled on the ground and took him into his arms from behind.
"poplar……"
Wen Chuo's voice was a little dumb, mixed with some unconscious forbearance. He lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue brushed the delicate neck of Bai Yang, then fumbled to find his lips, put his clothes up, and asked impatiently: "... …May I?"
Bai Yang never said no to Wen Chuo.
Wen Chuo hasn't asked for his money for a long time, and Bai Yang doesn't know what else he can give him, and it is what Wen Chuo needs...
Bai Yang turned around and hugged him, closed his eyes, and slowly spit out two words: "Yes."
These two characters were like water entering hot oil, causing countless boiling. Bai Yang's vision was dizzy for a moment, then he fell into the soft bed room, sank, and met Wen Chuo's squiggly eyes.
His chest was filled up with something in an instant, but he became confused again.
Wen Chuo reached out and took a piece of something out of the drawer, then tore open the package, and whispered, "It might hurt."
But in fact, Bai Yang didn't yell in pain, his expression was still calm, as if he didn't feel anything at all. He heard that his lips were white, and when he looked at his forehead, he found that he was full of cold sweat.
Wen Chuo said: "Call out the pain, don't bear it."
Bai Yang remained silent, looking at him only with a pair of dark eyes. Whether it was sweet or bitter, hurt or pain, what Wen Chuo gave him, he would accept everything, whether it was in this life or...
Last life.
Wen Chuo didn't move, and kissed him very patiently. He also saw sweat on his body. After a long time, Bai Yang stretched his arm around his neck, his white fingers running through the hair, black and white.
Wen Chuo saw the redness of his eyes, stroking his face and whispered: "Bai Yang, call out, don't bear it..."
Bai Yang closed his eyes and shook his head, not knowing why he cried, his voice was broken and out of tune, he just kept calling his name.
"Wen Chuo... Wen Chuo..."
With his body upside down, Bai Yang's voice became hoarse, and he couldn't shout. Wen Chuo felt hot tears falling on his face, and his heart was wrinkled. He held Bai Yang's face and clicked. Kissed and comforted: "Don't cry, Bai Yang, don't cry..."
The sheets on the bed were crumpled, and it took a long time to stop. Wen Chuo hadn't had a good night's sleep for a few months. The drowsiness struck and couldn't stop it.
Half of the sheets fell to the ground, and the white poplar was covered with bruises and looked a little horrible. He lay quietly on the bed. His slightly longer black hair covered the darkness of his eyes. His face was pale and almost transparent. His arms were hanging beside the bed, slender. His wrist is also a hickey.
He raised his eyes, the tail of his eyes was thin red, and it was a little more beautiful and coquettish for no reason. After a while, he shook his clothes and walked to the bathroom. There were shallow blood on the sheets.
Wen Chuo seemed to feel it, frowned and opened his eyes. Upon seeing this, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes and walked over and took the person in his arms. When he saw Bai Yang in a mess, he leaned forward and picked him up: "I will help you. wash."
Young people, for the first time, are always a little reckless and difficult to restrain.
I could see that Wen Chuo looked a little annoyed, frowning, and sulking himself, the warm water poured down, the bathroom was filled with steam, Bai Yang stretched out his hand to wrap his neck and leaned softly on his shoulder, as if soothing. Shook his head.
But said nothing.
Wen Chuo supported his waist, his facial features faded a bit of youthfulness, and a mature beauty appeared: "Don't go to work in the next few days. I will call Liu Mengmeng to ask for leave."
He curled his lips and said, "Actually, you don't need to go to work. I will support you."
Bai Yang neither nodded nor shook his head, but rarely took the initiative, and his pale lips dropped a kiss on the side of his face.
Wen Chuo changed him to clean clothes, took off the sheets and washed them, fed Bai Yang two anti-inflammatory drugs, and finally lay down on his legs and blinked in confusion: "You must tell me if you are uncomfortable."
Bai Yang held his fingertips and moved his lips: "Be with me..."
Wen Chuo felt like a little pitiful, and gently rubbed his head. Compared with his violent temper, he is now a little more gentle and tolerant: "Okay, I will not do anything during the rest these days, just stay with me. you."
DK has a lot of healing videos. Wen Chuo ordered some light dishes with takeaway, and then he hugged the poplar in his arms, and brushed the video with him, food paintings, cute pet plants, and brisk BGM, the heart is not consciously calm Down.
Wen Chuo looked down and saw Bai Yang staring at the naive cat in the video, with a focused expression, then kissed his forehead and said, "Well...I will raise one for you in the future."
After a while, they will leave here, rent a beautiful apartment in the central city, raise cats and live their lives at the same time, and save a few years as an anchor, which should be enough to buy a house of their own.
He smelled of carelessness, but Bai Yang was careful, he would take care of people, and he would definitely be able to raise cats well.