A chair, a rattan chair, a swing rack, and a tatami bed. In addition, it should be those undried pictures on the table table, and there was a scent of ink in the air.

The stars are bright and the moon is round tonight.

The moonlight spilled in through the door. After Sheng Yunche shot a circle, he finally saw a blurry figure in front of the tatami bed.

The figure lay slightly in front of the tatami, the slender and slender boy, whose half-bent body and soft curves actually made a little charming.

Sheng Yunche's evil eyes tightened, and suddenly felt a little thirst in his throat. A familiar sense of heat floated up, which subconsciously cursed in his heart!

Sheng Yunche is a well-known player in the love field. When he was studying abroad, he had made many girlfriends and conquered many women with arrogant and cold temperament. From mixed-race wild model to blonde big pony, from pure female students to female stars, no one was tamed and obedient in his hands.

"Sheng Er Shao..." A charming voice sounded in his ear, with a clear tone after the change of juvenile voice, slightly hoarse, because he was speaking in English, so every word he spoke was particularly magnetic.

Sheng Yunche's figure suddenly froze.

Yu Guangli, the beautiful boy stood up from the tatami, and his thin and slender figure was wrapped in a tailor-fitting college uniform. In the darkness, except for the long shoulder-length black hair, there was only the red lips that looked like blood, which was quite eye-catching in the darkness.

There is a fresh aroma of grass and trees, brushing through the tip of the nose.

A slightly cold palm attached to his cheek, and then a cold smell of grass and trees blew on his ears.

While he was swaying, there was a slight pain in his ears, mixed with familiar tremors, and rushed towards him layer by layer, accompanied by the charming breath of the boy, "Don't you... don't like it?"

In the flash of lightning, Sheng Yunche suddenly woke up and pushed the boy leaning on him with his hand.

"Bang--" Because he was caught off guard, Shizuki Fujiwara was pushed down on the rattan chair behind him.

"Crack--" The sound of the wicker chair and bamboo vines shattering was harsh in the air.

What is even more harsh is the half-sarcastic and contemptuous voice of Mori Yunche, "I didn't expect that Ichiro Fujiwara's son is actually a person who likes to seduce men..."

The remaining word is as light as it can be heard.

Looking down at the boy lying on the rattan chair, Sheng Yunche tidied up her suit jacket, her narrow and long evil eyes were frivolous, and in the dark room, it was obviously a bit dazzling.

"Haha..." A sarcastic low laughter came from the mouth of the boy who was lying on the side of the rattan chair.

He stood up slowly, regardless of the tingling sensation from his elbows, Shizuki Fujiwara chuckled, the boy's clean and bright voice slowly flowing in the air.

He grinned at the corner of his lips, and his long black hair slid from the corner of his eyes, covering his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his lower lip. The ones that touched his fingers were stained with red and dazzling blood.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stain on the corner of his lips. A trace of disgust slid across Fujiwara's enchanting narrow eyes.

Not only because of himself, but also because of the latter.

His delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, Sheng Yunche was puzzled, "Why are you laughing at?"

"I laugh," murmured these two words, Fujiwara Shizuki was even more happy. His white palm stroked his heart, and he raised his eyes to look at the latter, "I laugh, of course I am laughing, you men."

You men?

Sheng Yunche was almost amused by these words, "You men? Are you not men?"

The boy's facial features were hidden in the darkness, leaving only the general outline and the blood-red lips, which were clear in his sight.

Frowning, Sheng Yunche subconsciously wanted to turn on the lights.

"Don't-" When he was about to pull the light, a slender and white palm grabbed his sleeves.

Looking back slowly, Sheng Yunche's gaze slowly moved up from the hand that grabbed his sleeve, "What?"

Frowning, a hint of disgust lay in his eyes, completely unthinkable that he was touched by a gay who liked men just now, it was simply-

Although Sheng Yunche is famous outside and there are many good people in the circle, Sheng Yunche doesn't like this one.

Puzzled by Sheng Yunche's disgusting eyes, Fujiwara Shizuru shrank and withdrew his hand. The sound was as light as audible, "Will... be seen by someone..." A weak voice came from the boy's chest, like a weak kitten.

"Tsk—" With a cold sniff, Sheng Yunche curled his charming lips, and a venomous smile gradually flowed out of his eyes, "Since Young Master Fujiwara dares to do it, don't be afraid of others saying it!"

"You--" When he heard this, Fujiwara Shizuki bit his red lips, his eyes looking at Sheng Yunche like accusation. In his eyes, it gradually dripped wet, dyed a trace of mist, which seemed to be watery, lingering in his eyes.

It turned out to be crying!

Sheng Yunche was frightened, "Fujiwara Shizuki, you!"

He has only seen women cry, but he has never seen men cry!

"Okay, okay, stop crying. At worst, I won't say you're OK!" In the end, facing Fujiwara Shizuki's tearful offensive, Sheng Yunche had to compromise.

"Tell me, what's the purpose!"

I felt that this night was particularly unlucky, so Sheng Yunche secretly cursed in his heart.

After wiped away the tears with the corner of her clothes, Fujiwara Shizuki still thrust and put on her thin shoulders in the dark, she became thinner and thinner. "Mr. Sheng Er, I have one thing, I need your help!"

In the darkness, those clear and bright eyes were watery, like a pool of green waves in the quiet spring, with delicate and picturesque faces, and a red lips that looked like blood were moistened, making them even more bright and charming.

Sheng Yunche just stared at him, and a familiar sense of heat kept pouring up, and there was also an indescribable feeling.

evildoer!

He cursed in his heart secretly, Sheng Yunche became more and more dissatisfied, and his tone was not much better.

"Tell me, what's the matter!"

After hesitating for a little while, a trace of murderous aura gradually flowed out from Shizuki Fujiwara's originally shimmering narrow eyes, and even the sound became colder, "... Let Ichiro Fujiwara have nothing. If possible, I want to kill him with my own hands!"

"..." After saying that, there was a stagnation in the air.

Outside the window, the fragrance of grass and trees was snatched in waves, and the moonlight shone in from the window.

On the young man's delicate and charming face, there was a murderous aura that was not his age, and that murderous aura was filled with hatred!

Sheng Yunche was shocked, and his unruly expression dissipated, "Why?" he asked.

The son wanted to kill his father, but it was understandable if he said he was seizing power, but Shizuki Fujiwara obviously didn't want to seize power.

"..." Fujiwara Shizuki said nothing, but the slender and thin boy gradually emitted a sense of sadness.

Seeing that he was silent, Sheng Yunche raised the second question, "So, can you tell me why the lights cannot be lighted in the house? Also, why do you have to meet in such a secluded place?"

He felt strange just now, and this was even more surprising. Sheng Yunche has never been a meddler, but at this moment, he inexplicably wanted to analyze the answer.

With his eyes slightly closed, Fujiwara Shizuki's slender body shook gently. Every time Sheng Yunche asked a question, his body trembled more and more violently. In the end, he was almost trembling. It seemed that this question contained a past that he was not worthy of being told to outsiders.

With his eyebrows locked, Sheng Yunche said, "If you don't say it, how can I help you?"

After the words came, he wanted to bite his tongue.

The exit was too fast, and when did the second young master of the Sheng family become so kind to take care of other people's affairs?

However, the words that had been given out were like water splashed out. Moreover, the young man had raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

"Because," he paused, "every place in the villa has cameras installed. If I invite you openly, he will see it."

"he?"

"Ichiro Fujiwara!" He almost gritted his teeth when he said this name.

"You..." Sheng Yunche suddenly felt something was wrong, and it was inexplicably strange.

"I am his forbidden body!" A faint word sounded after lowering his eyes.

As he drilled into Sheng Yunche's ears, his pupils suddenly expanded, and he swept the slender and thin boy in front of him. He remembered the cold boy without a trace of expression on the banquet stage just now, and the gentle and polite middle-aged man... Everything seemed to have an answer.

Why did Ikor Fujiwara have three sons and five daughters, but I have only brought Shizuki Fujiwara by my side?

"He never taught me Japanese, he only taught me English and Chinese, just to prevent me from escaping. Even after school every day, he would send people to guard the school gate and never give me a chance to be free..."

"..." Frowning, Sheng Yunche did not speak anymore.

Unconsciously, you can find out about other people's private affairs, and it is a very unfavorable private affairs.

Although this incident is horrifying, there are many of these things in their circle. Many people like men and are young boys. Some businessmen even send their young sons to someone else's bed for their own selfish interests... There are many of these things.

"Why did you look for me?" Sheng Yunche thought about it but couldn't understand why he was attracted to him.

"Because, you are the vice chairman of Fenghua Club!" Fujiwara Shizuki took a long time to find out this secret.

"Ha, you know clearly!"

"So, you want to work with me!"

"Yes!" Fujiwara Shizuka took a deep breath. He originally thought his body would be a bargaining weight, but Sheng Yunche didn't take this trick at all.

"Say, I'll listen!"

"I can help you monitor Ichiro Fujiwara and reveal the information to you."

"Isn't this what you are here for?"

Sheng Yunche looked sideways and glanced at Fujiwara Shizuki. His jaw was extremely pointed, and it was an extremely feminine face. He couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

With a bent lips, he said, "Trade!"

A week later, City B.

The weather has become white-hot, with a high temperature of more than 37 degrees, almost baking the ground into a furnace.
Chapter completed!