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Chapter 69 You Are My Only 1

In the evening, the sun that lost its hot feeling hit the bed through the gaps in the curtains, leaving spots of light on the floor of the house. The soft bed was in a mess, and it was a bit cramped for two big men to squeeze in. The quilt had not known it was kicked No matter which corner you go to, it depends on the strong firepower of your body to avoid the wind and cold.

The smell in the air seemed quite ambiguous. Yan Si's collarbone and chest were covered with spots, and he didn't know how long it had been. His brows moved and he said vaguely, "... what time is it?"

"I don't know." Meng Wen hugged his narrow waist tightly with his strong arms, playing and biting the back of his neck as if he was nostalgic for something, "Sleep again."

This crazy lovemaking lasted from last night to noon. Yan Si felt that he was on the verge of death, and his whole body was uncomfortable and sore. He moved his buttocks and took a breath, "Fuck... ...it fucking hurts..."

"It's bleeding a little bit." Meng Wen didn't feel the guilt of the instigator at all, and moved his lips to the corner of his mouth, with a hoarse and sexy afterward, "I stuffed you with an anti-inflammatory suppository."

"Anti-inflammatory suppositories are good for farts..." Yan Si's old waist was completely destroyed, and his lower body was almost paralyzed. He struggled to sit up, put on his glasses and saw the messy condoms thrown on the floor, and was shocked, "... How many times have you done it?"

Meng Wen is acting like an honest big dog now, and he also has a male dog waist like a perpetual motion machine, "It doesn't count."

He hugged Yan Si into his arms from behind, and rubbed the sore back with his palms, "So can you tell me now, what happened to you last night?"

Recalling the storm last night, Yan Si lowered his head slightly, and suddenly pressed the back of Mengwen's hand with his backhand, and said in a difficult voice, "Mengwen... tell me first, what do I represent for you?"

It represents... what?

Meng Wen's thick black brows could not help but frown, as if he was weighing how to answer this question.

I don't know how long it has been, just listening to him as if I can't be sure, "Employer?"

Hearing such an answer, Yan Si couldn't help but sneered, "So you mean... as long as the three-month contract expires, you will disappear from me without any regrets?"

He raised his head and stared at him with a pair of emerald eyes, "Even if you slept with me."

The interrogation is too obvious, but the Mongolian text of a few words does not know how to express it at this time, only the frown becomes tighter and tighter, and the Adam's apple rolls, "I..."

"You don't have me in your heart." Yan Si just looked at him directly and said word by word, "You just regard me as an emotional substitute."

Meng Wen almost blurted out, "No..."

"What's real about you?" Yan Si couldn't help but sneer, "Is your name real? Maybe I shouldn't call you Meng Wen, but your code name—"

"Plateau wolf."

Boom-!

As if a bolt from the blue had passed, Meng Wen stared at him with his pupils dilated to the limit, and his eyes were almost shattered.

It seemed that a century had passed, and it seemed that it was just a moment. His dry lips trembled and moved, and the murderous intent in his eyes spread uncontrollably. The red blood spread all over the eyeballs, and his teeth were clenched tightly, "Yan Si...you check me."

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Meanwhile, Capital Airport:

A small private jet landed slowly and entered the taxiing process, and finally stopped on the tarmac under the guidance of the ground personnel.

The door of the plane opened, and Rong Xiao, who was wearing a trench coat, stepped out with long legs, stepped on the steps and stretched out his hand behind him.

And right behind him, Yun Zi'an was crossing his arms, looking at him silently.

This state between them has lasted for too long, perhaps due to strong dissatisfaction with Rong Xiao's unauthorized participation in the movie, Yun Zian has not spoken to him for many days, let alone fell asleep in a hug for many days.

After a long silence, Rong Xiao forcibly held his hand, his voice was very low and pleading, "It's only today, don't be awkward."

Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a day of family reunion, and it is Mr. Rong's [-]th birthday.

The old butler had already brought people to wait at the airport, and when he saw Rong Xiao and Yun Zian coming out of the exit of the VIP passage, he was the first to greet him, "Master."

He turned towards Yun Zian slightly, expressing courtesy, "Master Yun, long time no see."

No matter how dissatisfied Yun Zi'an was with Rong Xiao, he would never show it to outsiders, and he also nodded at the old housekeeper, "Uncle Qi."

Uncle Qi is over sixty years old and has been in the Rong family all his life. He has watched Rong Xiao and Yun Zi'an grow up since he was a child, and now he sees them standing side by side holding hands, a smile spread across his face unconsciously, "Master and Madam will be very happy to see it."

Sitting in the car together, Yun Zi'an kept looking out the window, trying secretly to pull his palm out of Rong Xiao's hand, but found that the damn animal was also secretly holding his hand firmly. The palm, after exerting strength for a long time, is still motionless.

Yun Zian gritted his teeth in hatred, and couldn't help but glared fiercely, signaling him with his eyes, let me go quickly!

Clinker At this time, Uncle Qi's voice suddenly sounded from the co-pilot, "Young Master Yun."

Yun Zian was startled and almost broke out in a cold sweat. He put on a stiff smile and looked at Uncle Qi, "Uncle Qi, what's wrong?"

Uncle Qi turned around and looked at him with concern, "I ordered the kitchen to make you the pigeon soup that you loved when you were a child. Judging by your face, you are very tired during filming abroad, right?"

"It's okay." Yun Zi'an forced a smile, and suddenly felt Rong Xiao scratching his palm again at this moment.

"Uncle." Rong Xiao looked at Uncle Qi and said, "I remember my dad bought a 200-year-old wild ginseng from auction, put it in pigeon soup and stewed it together."

Uncle Qi naturally knew about the wild ginseng, but he didn't expect Rong Xiao to think about it, and he laughed, "Speaking of which, when Madam was pregnant with the young master, the master went to take pictures to make up for Madam, but I didn't expect that the delivery went smoothly and was useless At the beginning, my wife joked that this ginseng was stewed when my daughter-in-law gave birth..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized that these words were not suitable for speaking in front of Yun Zian, so he coughed a few times, and changed the subject appropriately, "Is there any dish you want to eat, young master, tell the kitchen to prepare it together."

Rong Xiao glanced at Yun Zian, then turned his head and told Uncle Qi, "Then prepare a stewed milk with peach gum."

Rong Xiao doesn't like sweet things, this peach gum stewed milk is naturally prepared for Yun Zian, Uncle Qi couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "Okay, young master."

The carriage became quiet again, Yun Zian raised his head, staring deeply at Rong Xiao with his red eyes, his heart was full of emotions.

Since he was a child, he liked to eat the peach gum stewed in Rong's kitchen. It tasted strong and mellow. Look for him, and watch him eat a whole portion of peach gum in small bites before taking the opportunity to beg for mercy.

As if sensing the gaze, Rong Xiao's gaze also turned at this moment, and the gazes of the two collided in mid-air.

After being silent for about a second or two, Yun Zian turned his head back again with a swipe, and continued to look at the scenery passing by outside the window, leaving only the back of Rong Xiao's stubborn head.

About an hour and a half later, they were already in the middle of Yulu Mountain. The sea of ​​clouds rolled under the moonlight, and they could hear the lingering bells and drums. On the gate of the old house, there was a hundred-year-old plaque hanging , Iron painting and silver hooks generally write "Moyu Congrong".

The servant who greeted the door immediately smiled when he saw Rong Xiao, and then saw Yun Zi'an who was one body behind Rong Xiao, and subconsciously blurted out, "Young Madam..."

But he didn't expect Rong Xiao's cold eyes to fly over immediately, full of warning.

"Yun..." The servant stuttered severely when he was stared at by such eyes, "Master Yun..."

Uncle Qi made a leading gesture, asking Rong Xiao and Yun Zian to go ahead, "The old man and his wife are waiting for the young master and young master Yun in the main hall."

Just after walking more than ten meters away, a servant behind him murmured, "Why did the young master bring him too..."

"Yes, the old man has had his birthday in the past three years, but he has never shown up."

"At the beginning, I was in a rush to curry favor with the young master, and I don't know what kind of scheming was used to marry here. As a result, the young master changed as soon as he went abroad, and now the young master came back and came to me..."

Rong Xiao's hearing is far beyond comparison, so it was inevitable to hear these gossips. He subconsciously looked at Yun Zi'an beside him, but Yun Zi'an's expression remained normal, as if he didn't hear it.

This made his heart contract tightly. I don't know how many times Yun Zian has heard such speculations in the past three years.

Rong Xiao clenched Yun Zian's palm even more forcefully, as if wanting to integrate him into his own flesh and blood.

Just before entering the main hall, Yun Zian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

When Rong Xiao was surprised, Yun Zian looked up at him, his eyes were silent but he also said everything, "For three years, every fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I have congratulated Grandpa on his birthday."

In the next second, his head lowered again and he couldn't help but smile wryly, "It's just that the concierge always won't let me in, and only left the birthday gift at the door."

His tone didn't reveal any grievances, but it made Rong Xiao's heart clenched and wrinkled, and even his breathing felt difficult and suffocated.

"In the future..." He clenched Yun Zian's hand even more tightly, and looked at Yun Zian with unwavering eyes, "No matter what anyone says, you are the only eldest granddaughter-in-law of my Rong family."