Chapter 49:

Lu Zhan loves to play and drink, Wenrun doesn't dare to fight with him, meaning that he ran away after a drink with him. When the reaction came over, his feet had already fled to Ye Hansheng's table. At this time, he couldn't pretend that he didn't see it. Wen Run could only raise a smile and tried his best to control his eyes not to look at the empty cake pan, "Mr. Ye, Zheng brother."
Zheng Xuan raised his glass and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, the present has been placed in your room."
Wenrun re-poured the wine and clinked glasses with him, and his eyes lit up with a smile, "Thank you, this is the busiest birthday I have ever had."
"It will be so lively every year in the future." Zheng Xuan glanced at Ye Han's voice, and said a pun, meaning something.
Wen Run did not hear his subtext, and nodded in agreement. What he thought was that although the signing was a hot brain, he stumbled along the way. He liked acting more and more, and he also met more and more friends. His luck.
The three of them were drinking on one side while having fun on the other. Birthday party is nothing more than drinking and having fun. Gentle and quiet, but can't hold back two or three of his friends who love to play. In the past, there was only one Lu Zhan and couldn't toss it up, but now there are more Guo Congfei and Xie Yupan. It's really a long time to have a confidant and a thousand cups. The three of them got together and had a good drink.
When there is too much alcohol in my stomach, my brain becomes dizzy and my courage grows. The three of them didn't know who started it, and started to cream each other. Guo Congfei smeared his hands full of cream, and he was so dizzy about to go to Lu Zhan, but he accidentally ran into someone. He turned his head dissatisfied and saw that the person hitting him was Shen Muxun. He immediately smiled and reached out to touch Shen Muxun’s face. After applying cream on his face, he squinted and boasted: "Your skin is really nice, smooth and tender."
Shen Muxun looked down at him, with an unclear expression in his dark eyes.
Lu Zhan saw it aside, took a breath, and immediately abandoned his brother and slid away quickly.
This person is looking for death, really can't stop it.
After touching the face, Guo Congfei squinted his fingers pretentiously, and said intoxicated: "It's so fragrant."
Shen Muxun asked blankly, "Is it sweet?"
Guo Congfei smirked: "Sweet."
Shen Muxun asked again, "Is it delicious?"
Guo Congfei nodded: "It's delicious."
Shen Muxun stopped talking, and looked at him with heavy eyes for a long time.
Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan, who had slipped away, met in victory. Both had cream in one hand, hiding their hands behind them, and went to find Wenrun. Lu Zhan patted Wen Run's shoulder with his clean hand. As soon as Wen Run turned his head, the two of them shot and wiped cream on his face. Five cream prints on one side are very symmetrical!
Wen Run reacted and wiped off the cream to fight back, but Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan had already laughed and ran away.
Wen Run chased him, and a few people suddenly became a group. The whole restaurant was full of laughter and occasional screams.
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When celebrating Wenrun's birthday in the wooden house restaurant, netizens and milk powder were not idle.
#温润生日快乐0429# and #温润生日应援神壕# Both topics occupy the front row of hot searches. The former is brushed up by the milk powder, while the latter depends on eating melon netizens to hold up half the sky.
The birthdays of celebrities are actually the same. Birthday parties, iconic building LED large screen promotion, subway line promotion, and charity assistance, etc., are all about the same number. It is nothing more than fans' love for their idols.
But Wen Run's birthday is very different. What's the difference? The difference lies in the sudden emergence of milk powder, creating a magical style of hydrogen.
As early as the daytime, someone exposed an airport photo on Weibo. In the photo, a cream-yellow plane was parked on the apron of an airport in the capital. This aircraft is slightly smaller than a large passenger aircraft. The whole body is painted creamy yellow. On both sides of the wings are written "Wenrun Happy 20th Birthday". The fuselage is sprayed with the hottest Q version of Wenrun. Image. At a glance, it is the private car of which trench.
It was revealed that the airport photo was a powdered milk, and the original author of the Q version of the villain was also posted on Weibo, [@我爱奶温一生儿, madam! ! ! ! Look what this is! ! ! ! ]
The original author reposted Weibo with only one sentence and a picture. The picture was a screenshot of a Weibo account called [Xiao Xiaowuye] asking for authorization and huge transfers.
It turned out that someone asked her for authorization a while ago, and only said that she wanted to print something to give milk temperature as a birthday support. She thought it was just a fan who wanted to be a peripheral, so she agreed. Unexpectedly, after this Hao asked for the card number, he directly transferred her one hundred thousand authorization fee. After that, the trench disappeared.
Unexpectedly, her picture was printed on the private plane by the trench, and this is not an ordinary trench, but a divine trench. After having the Weibo ID that the original author broke out, some milk powder soon discovered that [Xiao Xiaowuye] had even joined the support group of the official support club, and some fans even released screenshots of the chat at the time.
For Idol’s birthday, capable fans will raise funds to support it. At the beginning, the milk powder wanted to cover the entire Metro Line 2 for Wenrun’s birthday, but they were rejected by [Xiao Xiaowuye] who had never bubbling before it was implemented.
The reason is: I have already covered the subway line. You can change it to another one.
The milk powder all have one face: exm? ? ? ?
This trumpet, who looked strange and uttered a lot of words, was kicked out of the group.
This was originally a very small matter, and the fans hadn't taken it seriously for a long time, but after the original author broke out that the owner of the private jet may be [Xiao Xiaowuye], the fun was great. Because they didn’t brag at all, on the 29th, Metro Line 2 and Line 3, which are the most populous in City B, were all replaced with a warm and moist color-creamy yellow, and the subway was covered in warm and moist colors. The publicity photos and the publicity billboards in the station were all replaced with photos of Wenrun's birthday.
And these are not the hands of milk powder.
So this painting style Hydrogen was once considered a fake fan, so it was on the hot search. On the hot search, it is not just a matter of fans. The idle slappers who eat melons also end up with various identities, but for most of the day, they have not picked up any information. However, someone discovered that on the 29th, someone donated two million to a charitable foundation in the name of Wenrun.
Looking at this handwriting, it wasn't the fans who did it, and there is a high probability that it is the mysterious god.
Shenhao was topped in the front row of the hot search, and even the Weibo with the zombie account like [Xiao Xiaowuye] gained more than 100,000 followers. And because of the inability to capture the identity of the divine trench, the enthusiasm on Weibo has not dissipated. Until the evening, netizens were still making various speculations. It's just that the normal guess at the beginning has gone wrong, and it has begun to tilt in various unimaginable directions.
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And these Ye Hansheng naturally did not have the energy to pay attention.
All his attention was caught by Wen Run, watching him laughing and playing with people, making cream all over his face, and his expression was full of indulgence.
It was late at night, and all of them were tired of playing, and finally they couldn't make any noise, so they went back to rest. Ye Hansheng greeted Yu Lei in advance, the wooden houses in the resort were all vacated, and the rooms were arranged in advance, so just go back and rest directly.
The single-family wooden house has a two-bedroom and one-living room, and Ye Hansheng lives in the same house with Wenrun and Nature. The two went back together, warm, tired and sleepy. They went back to the room and took a shower. Before they could dry their hair, they fell asleep half by the bed.
When Ye Hansheng came over with a gift, he saw his room door ajar and the light was bright, but there was no movement inside. Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Ye Hansheng pushed the door directly in, and saw that in the bedroom, his warm hair was half wet, and he was sleeping heavily against the head of the bed.
Turning the wheelchair to the side of the bed, Ye Han called him twice gently, his brows frowned slightly, and he hummed twice in his nose, but did not wake up. Ye Hansheng was very close to him at this time, Wen Run tilted his head outwards, and if he tilted his body further, it would almost be exactly in his arms.
Putting the gift by the bed, Ye Hansheng gazed at him, Wenrun had just taken a bath, and his fair skin was transparent, with a faint fragrance of shower gel. Yahei's eyelashes were hanging down, still faintly with water vapor. Ye Hansheng thought, and he reached out and fiddled with it lightly, and it was really moist. His fingers slipped again, touching the tip of his nose, and finally landed on Bi Bai Ri's red lips.
The warm lips are not thin like his, on the contrary, they are very sensual, soft to the touch, and the touch makes people linger. Ye Hansheng's eyes darkened, and he gently pressed and rubbed, but he saw the eyelashes of the sleeping person tremble suddenly, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings. Ye Hansheng paused and looked up, but Wen Run was still asleep and did not wake up.
His eyes drooped and he smiled, his fingers changed to pinch his chin, and he leaned over to hold his lips. He lingered, his lips pressed against each other, turning and grinding, the dark eyes were constantly observing With a gentle response.
The sleeping person's breathing was obviously messed up, his body trembled slightly, and his crow feather-like eyelashes quivered slightly, like a butterfly caught by a human.
There was a chuckle in his throat, Ye Hansheng pried open his closed shell teeth and hooked his soft tongue.
Wen Run tried his best to control her breathing, so she didn't reveal the fact that she had woken up on the spot. In fact, he was vaguely conscious when Ye Han called him, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes. It wasn't until Ye Hansheng suddenly touched his lips that he was frightened awake. Only because he was afraid that the scene would be too awkward when he woke up, he subconsciously continued to pretend to sleep, hoping that Ye Hansheng would leave as soon as possible.
Who knows, he secretly kissed him while he was sleeping.
Some fierce kisses made it difficult for him to breathe, but it was not annoying for him to taste it carefully. Wen Run's tongue dodged, but he was caught and bitten and sucked. He kissed Wen Run and felt that he was about to suffocate, and he finally let him go.
Wenrun closed his eyes tightly, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He thought, after kissing for so long, he should be leaving now?
Ye Han squinted his eyes happily, rubbing the transparent liquid around his mouth with his thumb. Seeing that he was still pretending to sleep while hiding his ears and stealing the bell, his chest vibrated, and he laughed lowly, "Aren't you awake? Do you want me to continue kissing?"
I couldn't pretend to sleep anymore, Wen Run suddenly opened his eyes, calling him with shame and a little anger, "Mr. Ye!"
"Huh?" Ye Han approached him with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, "Why are you still called President Ye?" He turned his face to his ears, his lips almost touching his earlobes, and coaxed with a dumb, low voice: "Call me. first name."
Wenrun shrank into the bed, avoiding his touch, feeling a little nervous and at a loss, he looked at Ye Han's voice, and asked softly: "In what capacity do I call your name?"
Ye Hansheng was stunned. Seeing his nervous expression, he chuckled slightly, pulled the person over, and kissed his eyelashes again.
Wenrun touched his chest and felt the heart beat violently below. He listened to him in a low voice and asked each word in his ear: "Boyfriend, only partner, heir to the inheritance... Which identity do you want?"
Wenrun breathed for a while, opened his eyes wide to look at him, slightly opened his mouth and couldn't speak.
Ye Hansheng kissed his eyebrows, his powerful arms confined his waist, hugging him tightly in his arms, and smiled: "Don't choose? That's all." He arrogantly put his arm on his waist. , Asked him to hug himself, and then said in a deep voice: "You have chosen, but you can't go back."
When the words fell, seeing Wen Run still dumbfounded and did not respond, he bit his lips with dissatisfaction.
Wenrun was bitten by him, and finally recovered. She reached out to push him in embarrassment, but her voice was soft, "Mr. Ye, you let me go first..."
Ye Han remained silent, insisting: "Call my name."
Wen Run was flustered by his own heart, and only felt that his head was turned into a paste. He called out "Mr. Ye" indiscriminately. Instead, he was punished more severely by Ye Han's voice. Wen Run's nose turned red and finally screamed weakly. Say his name.
Ye Hansheng...cold sound...
Just two words, they sounded in the ears, but they were as sweet as honey, Ye Han's voice moved lightly, and gently licked his lips, urging vaguely: "Keep calling..."
It was soft and waxy, calling his name with a begging voice, and it was crunching into the bones.
The author has something to say: Little theater, Mr. Ye: The fan circle is so hard to mix, it's impossible to spend money.