Certificate of Conformity

Just as the atmosphere became tense, the young man frowned slightly and suddenly softened his voice: "Brother, you hurt me."

If it is Su Shi, he will definitely loosen his hand with a distressed face, and then apologize to Song Wenze again and express his blame. But Chen Heng is not Su Shi, he does not think that the youth in front of him is weak. Through this period of time, Chen Heng discovered that Song Wenze was smarter and more dangerous than he had imagined.

Therefore, Chen Heng did not withdraw his hand, but the tone was somewhat convergent: "I am not used to being touched by others."

Song Wenze listened, silenced for a moment, whispered: "I was watching my brother hurt here, and I was so anxious." After a pause, the shackles were covered, and the darkness of the eyes was covered. The youth continued: "Now can Let me release my hand?"

Chen Heng heard that the iron tongs were generally strong and the big palms were loosened. Song Wenze took the opportunity to get out. He stood on one side and pressed the red marks on his wrists. There was a joke in his voice: "Brother, you are too sensitive." I won't be like you again."

Pulling the ripped bathrobe up, Chen Heng stood up with his hands on the sofa and lowered his head to tie the belt.

The slightly longer bangs covered his eyes, and the man's voice was mild: "I'm sorry, I was overreacted."

Seeing the other side did not seem angry, Song Wenze sighed with a sigh of relief, but his heart was surrounded by a black mist, making him anxious and uncomfortable. Forbearance and forbearance, he finally couldn't help but ask his mouth: "Now tell me, what is going on with you?"

Chen Heng hangs down and faintly said: "Nothing happens, don't think too much."

Looking at the glaring red marks all over the man's chest, the young forehead twitched slightly, and for a long time, he barely squeezed a smile.

"I don't want to limit the power of my friends, I just worry that you will be deceived by others."

"I know that you care about me." Chen Hengsheng hoarsely gently appease him: "I will pay attention."

I am afraid that continuing to entangle on this topic will cause men's resentment. The young people are silent and transfer the topic: "Yi Chen, his company has to go first." It is an explanation of Chen Heng’s question.

"Ok."

"Right, I bought you a lot of clothes, you can't try it."

Said, Song Wenze crossed him to the sofa, picked up the squashed designer bag and pulled out the pieces inside.

Chen Heng set aside for a while, stepped up and went forward, gazing lightly through the clothes that were valuable at first sight. "Don't help me buy clothes in the future, my clothes in the closet can't be stuffed."

The youth did not look back. "I like to see my brother wearing the clothes I bought." The hands kept moving, picking and picking out a set, and smashing it into Chen Heng’s arms. "You try."

Chen Heng did not move and decided to look at the youth. "These clothes are too expensive. I don't need to wear them so well."

Song Wenze only looked up and stared at him. There was a cold look on the white face. "It was originally bought for you. If you don't wear it, then throw it away." After that, the youth smashed the things on the sofa. In the face of Chen Heng's face was stuffed into the trash can.

At the end, he raised his eyebrows and raised a ribbon with a malicious smile. "The flowers are Ou Yichen's money anyway."

At this time, the upper body of the young man leaned against the wall, his hands crossed on his chest, and the delicate chin was slightly lifted, and his face slightly turned toward Chen Heng.

The line of Chen Heng’s mouth was a bit stiff, half awkward, and he was slightly decapitated, and his eyes flashed a trace of helplessness.

"I really have no way to take you."

Shaking his head, taking over the suit, and turning to change, the young man stopped him behind him.

"Brother, we are all men, you don't need to care about me when you change clothes."

At the foot of the meal, Chen Heng bowed his head and covered the harsh color in his eyes. "It is still necessary to avoid suspicion. I don't want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding."

After that, he ignored Song Wenze's dull face and walked into the room with his long legs. The young man who stayed in the same place stared at the door on the shackle, clenching his fists with both hands, and his nails were embedded in the palm of his hand.

Perhaps it was the reason for being a flat model. Song Wenze's clothes were very good. The clothes that Chen Heng picked were simple and classic styles. They were worn on the body, adding a touch of elegance and calmness to the slightly flat features. In addition, the original main body is tall, wide shoulders and narrow waist, especially suitable for wearing a white shirt, Song Wenze bought him a lot of white shirts of various styles.

When Chen Heng got dressed and came out, Song Wenze resumed packing up his emotions and smiled at him with a smile.

"Brother, it’s nice to wear this one."

Chen Heng’s pretending smile, “Is it?”

"Well, but it seems that something is missing." Song Wenze touched his chin and focused on it, then frowned and thought for a moment, pulled a belt from a lot of new clothes, "Try this belt."

Chen Hengzheng is ready to reach out and pick up. The young man has escaped his hand and wrapped around him. "I will help you."

"No." If he refused, he blurted out, but the young man did not hear it. He suddenly reached out and wrapped his waist.

The damp and hot breath sprayed on his neck side, bringing a weird numbness. Chen Heng was stiff and stiff, and resisted the urge to beat people, standing silently on one side. Breathing room is the fresh taste of Song Wenze. Chen Heng puts his hands on his side and puts it in his hands. Finally, he is still folded into a fist and placed on both sides.

It seems that the air can hear the slight breathing of the two people.

Just listening to the bang, the young man buckled the buckle of the belt, and the fingertips inadvertently crossed the waist side of Chen Heng. When the latter did not have time to react, he pushed back one step and smiled slightly: "This is perfect." ""

Chen Heng smiled perfunctorily and shifted the topic. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Song Wenze touched his stomach and returned to the youthful child with a moment. "Brother, I am hungry."

The man touched his hair. "You take a break, I am ready to call you."

"it is good."

Looking at the man turned to the back of the kitchen, the smile on Song Wenze's face faded, and the ink in his eyes surged.

After that day, Song Wenze no longer ran out, staying in the living room every day, holding a pillow and watching TV with his legs. Chen Heng wondered why he didn't go out to play with Ou Yichen. The young man only said that he was tired and wanted to rest at home.

Chen Heng only had two people quarreling, and did not pay much attention to it.

However, in the past, Song Wenze stayed in his own room. In addition to meeting in the morning and evening, he couldn't see his figure for the rest of the day. Now he looks up and sees it every day. Chen Heng has some irritability but can't show it.

However, every time Song Wenze saw him, he would laugh and pull him over to watch TV. In the face of the bad special effects and poor plots on TV, Chen Heng couldn’t lift his interest, and he was completely dealing with Song Wenze.

Song Wenze was not so annoying before, and he did not know what medicine he had taken.

Just as Chen Heng’s patience was about to reach the limit, he received a call saying that the owner of the used car he was looking for was back.

The car was carefully selected by Chen Heng. The brakes were not good and the airbags were bad. If it was hit by a truck, it would be dead. He even found a reason for Song Wenze to drive the car to the auto repair shop alone. When he broke the brakes in advance, everything was logical.

The absence of proof that the brakes of the car can be explained can be explained. Song Wenze’s death can only be an accident.