sinovels Chapter 30 Fatal Promise
Chapter 30 Fatal Promise
Rong Xiao felt unprecedented anger, and his internal organs were turned into raging fuel. This anger was not external, but internal, just like the sword of Damocus, piercing him from head to toe, firmly Nailed to the pillar of shame, finally facing this belated trial.
He called Meng Wen directly, his voice was low and unquestionable, "The vacation is over."
When Mengwen received the call, he was only wearing a simple shirt with two buttons fastened casually.The hair is not meticulous, but hangs in a mess on the forehead, holding the mobile phone by the shoulder, holding the spatula in one hand, and frying eggs in the other hand, which is quite a bit of a good wife and mother.
"Okay." Meng Wen replied, turned off the natural gas stove, then hung up the phone, took out the eggs from the pot, and placed them on a bowl of instant noodles next to them.
With a bang, he put the instant noodles on the dining table, raised his head and looked in the direction of the living room, and talked to the man who was sinking on the sofa and playing the game console with his legs wide open, "How long are you going to stay?"
When the meal was ready, the intriguing aroma wafted out, and Yan Si sat up with his messy blond hair like a big golden retriever, "Can you eat it?"
He put down the game console and sat down at the dining table, but found that there were no chopsticks. He looked at Mengwen, like a young master waiting for someone to serve him, "Where are the chopsticks? Do you want me to eat with my hands?"
Meng Wen and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned around in silence, took a pair of chopsticks from the cutlery rack, and slapped him heavily in front of him.
Yan Si himself was quite a dog, but as if he was a dog trainer, he picked up his chopsticks and began to snort and eat instant noodles.
Meng Wen didn't care about him anymore, turned around and came to the bedroom, opened the closet, there was a flood of white shirts and black suits, even the style was exactly the same, neatly ironed, without a trace of wrinkle, no need to spend time to choose at all.
When he took off the shirt on his body, revealing his beautiful muscles, his back fluctuated with the movement, and when he was about to take off his pants, the movement suddenly stopped, and he looked towards the door, and saw Yan Si holding a bowl of instant noodles, leaning against the door , watching him change clothes while eating noodles, seeing that he was not moving, chewing noodles in his mouth and urging, "You change."
Meng Wen frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Go out."
"I won't delay you changing." Yan Si picked up the bowl and took a sip of the instant noodle soup, then poked the fried egg with his chopsticks and took a bite, "Hurry up."
Meng Wen put down his hands, the trousers were hanging loosely on the hip bones, and a little hair on the lower abdomen could be seen vaguely. He came over and slammed the bedroom door, refusing to visit.
However, just when he was about to continue changing clothes, he heard a faint sound from the door, and a gaudy mobile phone came in through the crack of the door, and the camera was aimed at him.
Unexpected Mongolian text, "..."
He threw the shirt in his hand, covered the camera accurately, put on the three-piece suit at the speed of a battle, adjusted the cuffs, and opened the door of the bedroom.
Yan Si, who was lying on the crack of the door peeping, fell into his arms unexpectedly, "Damn it—!"
Meng Wen wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, buffered the strength with his own arm muscles, and then pushed him away fiercely, "I'm going to work, Mr. Yan can do whatever he wants."
"What job?" Yan Si seemed like a entangled snake, touching his upturned butt from behind, and boldly inserted his fingers into the waist of his trousers, "In such a hurry?"
Meng Wen grabbed his wrist, already a little annoyed, "You—"
Unexpectedly, Yan Si picked up his fingers, took out a hang tag from his trouser waist, and smiled, "So anxious that you don't even cut the underwear hang tag?"
This time it was changed to Mongolian embarrassment, the face that usually cannot see emotions is almost red with the naked eye, I really want to scold, if you didn't fucking peep, why would I be in such a hurry?
Yan Si suddenly bent down and approached his psoas muscles, and he could even feel his breathing clearly. This sudden movement made Mengwen's lower abdomen tighten, but he didn't expect that Yan Si just bit the nylon of the hang tag with his teeth. line, and then tore off the tag.
"Okay." Yan Si casually threw the tag into the trash can, "Let's go."
This "Let's go" sounded like a gift from the emperor. For a moment, Meng Wen couldn't believe that he was allowed to leave so easily after being pestered by Yan Si for two full days?
"What?" Yan Si folded his arms and looked at him with a smile, "Shoot another shot?"
When Meng Wen heard this, he immediately turned his head and left, and the door slammed shut.
Yan Si stood in the living room with his arms folded for a while, recalling the expression on Meng Wen's black face, he didn't hold back, and laughed.
He sat down on the sofa, picked up the latest game console that Mengwen bought for him temporarily, and continued to play the game happily, muttering, "The mouth is harder than a few."
Meng Wen appeared in front of Rong Xiao at a quarter past nine on time. He was still in a black suit, like an ink knife that could be unsheathed at any time. He nodded slightly at Rong Xiao and said, "Rong Dong."
"Look for someone." Rong Xiao threw his mobile phone to him, and the record of the call with Yun Zian has been exported, "immediately."
"Okay." Meng Wen is obviously not used to such things, and his duty is to carry out all orders of Rong Xiao, "I'll let someone do it now."
He just raised his foot to leave, but found that Rong Xiao was frowning and staring at him, so he stopped and asked, "Do you have any other orders?"
Rong Xiao looked at the faint red mark on the collar of his neck, and raised his hand to pull up the collar for him, "Pay attention to the impact."
Meng Wen's pupils dilated slightly, he frowned and raised his hands to cover his neck, lowered his head and said "Got it", and then left in a hurry.
Rong Xiao looked at his straight back, stared at him for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "That knife is still being checked."
The word "knife" cut into Meng Wen's brain nerves so bloody, causing his back to flinch for a moment, but quickly straightened up again, squeezed his gloved hand, and turned to face it. Rong Xiao nodded slightly, "Thank you Rong Dong."
Meng Wen's work efficiency has always been reassuring. In just ten minutes, all the location hotels and room numbers were found. When the data was obtained, he offered to be Rong Xiao's driver. His superb driving skills, let alone the city Traffic flow, even in the Gobi desert, can be as smooth as walking on flat ground.
However, while driving, his personal mobile phone rang frequently, an old song with a century-old history, stained with blood and sweat, "Вставай, проклятьемзаклеймённый (Get up, insulted and cursed!), Весьмирголодныхирабов! , slaves of hunger and cold in the world!) Кипитнашразумвозмущённый И (full of enthusiasm), всмертный бойвестиготов (death to fight to the death).”
Rong Xiao sat on the back seat, watching Meng Wen hang up the phone again and again, his brows frowned, "Go ahead, I don't mind."
"It's nothing." Meng Wen simply pulled out the private phone card and broke it into two pieces, "It's just a harassing phone call."
Rong Xiao remembered the vivid hickey under his collar, and didn't say much, but threw a car key to Meng Wen when he got off the car, "My car is parked in the company's underground garage. The private car is yours now."
Rong Xiao got out of the car, looked up at the restaurant in front of him, straightened the collar of his coat, his eyes were so fierce that he seemed to be seeking revenge, the waiter in the lobby didn't dare to ask a word.
The elevator door opened with a ding, and the leather shoes on Rong Xiao's feet knocked on the ground. He walked aggressively all the way. When he saw the room number clearly, he turned around and kicked, and the rotation made the force of the kick reach [-]. There was a bang, and the door opened. A hole was punched out.
Rong Xiao reached into the hole, easily removed the safety chain on the door, then pressed the handle, opened the door and entered.
He thought that he would see some beautiful scenery, naked and naked, but he didn't expect that the room was so empty that there were no people in sight.
After he passed through a few rooms, he saw Yun Zi'an wearing a wine-red silk nightgown, sitting with his legs crossed on the window sill of the bay window. He was shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, discerning the aroma of the wine, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
This made Rong Xiao stunned. Within a few minutes after he entered the door, he had already confirmed that there were no other men in the room, and there were only two breathing sounds, one was Yun Zi'an and the other was himself.
After pausing for half a minute, he turned around and wanted to go to the bedroom, but he didn't want to be stopped by Yun Zian from behind, "Rong Xiao."
The corner of Yun Zian's mouth curled up sarcastically, "Are you an unweaned child?"
Other than words, they are mocking Rong Xiao's childish behavior, only children will occupy the toys tightly, and no one else can touch them.
Rong Xiao frowned deeply, his throat tightened uncontrollably, "That Lee...gone?"
"Let's go." Yun Zi'an lifted his chin, and gestured to a set of empty wine sets on the bar, "I told you, I'm going to drink with a man tonight."
Rong Xiao couldn't figure out what made him angry, but before he could say anything, Yun Zian slapped a stack of documents on his chest, "I drank with him because I invited him to participate For the shooting of my next film, he will be the chief exterior photographer, Lee has a wealth of outdoor experience, and his level is better than most domestic photographers."
Rong Xiao glanced at the contract in his hand. A series of familiar names of small countries made his eyes bloodshot. He squeezed the document tightly in an instant, raised his head and asked in disbelief, "Are you going to film in country F?"
"Yeah." Yun Zian supported his cheeks, and looked at him with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"I don't allow it." Rong Xiao knows the situation in that place too well, war, epidemic, poverty, chaos...no matter what it is, it can kill people casually.
He slammed the contract on the table, expressing his attitude forcefully, "You can't go!"
Yun Zi'an sized him up for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, "What identity do you use to ask me?"
Rong Xiao stepped forward to confront him, his tall body cast a shadow full of oppression on his face, and even his voice lowered, "Your husband's identity."
Yun Zi'an smiled and nodded, "Okay."
He suddenly grabbed Rong Xiao's arm, pushed him down on the rug on the window sill of the bay window, and then he stretched two slender legs and sat on his waist.
Rong Xiao was startled suddenly. Just as he was about to get up, Yun Zian stretched out his hand to hold him down. The next second, the red wine glass in his hand suddenly tilted, and the light red liquid exuded a strong aroma of plants, all sprinkled on his chest. The shirt on his body was soaked, and the shape of the muscles was looming.
With a bang, Yun Zian threw away the wine glass in his hand, and slowly slid his fingers down his lower abdomen, becoming more and more dangerous. Looking at Rong Xiao, he licked his lips with a smirk, "As long as you don't be hard, I will I promise you."