Certificate of Conformity

In the warmly furnished living room, the faint yellow light shrouded and the room was covered with a veil of enamel.

Chen Heng lazily yawned, pretending to be inadvertently said: "Azer, do you have time tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Song Wenze boringly pressed the TV remote control. "What happened?"

I glanced at the TV with changing channels. "Oh, I just took a call and said that the owner has returned, let me go to the transfer procedure tomorrow."

"Well, then I will go with you tomorrow." Song Wenze did not suspect him, and he agreed very much.

Affirmative reply, Chen Heng mouth evokes a warm smile, habitually stroking the youth's hair, "Time is not early, go to bed early."

Song Wenze didn't really want to watch TV. He just wanted to stay with the man for a while. When he heard this, he turned off the TV and put his head on Chen Heng's broad shoulders. He lazily said: "Brother, I want to sleep with you tonight."

sleep together?

Chen Heng picked up his eyebrows in an undetectable way. "How come suddenly I want to sleep with me?"

The young man bowed on his shoulder, and the fluffy soft hair brushed the man's neck, which was itchy. Chen Heng resisted the urge to open the young man's head, but listened to the other party with a soft voice: "I am sleeping alone."

Song Wenze has a special constitution and is cold all over the year. This reason is also sufficient.

Chen Heng thought a little, and wondered how to refuse. The young man held his palm and whispered in a memory of words: "I remember when I went to school, I often ran to my brother's room. The brother was very warm and hugged. It’s not cold to sleep with my brother."

After the words were finished, the atmosphere was a little silent, and then the man’s low laughter sounded. “It’s been a matter of years, you still remember.”

When he smiled, his shoulders shook slightly. Song Wenze lifted his head and looked at him seriously. "Every day I am with you, I remember."

Chen Heng faintly sighed, but he felt extremely ironic.

If Song Wenze really cares about the old feelings, why should he **** the original owner once and for all? For so many years, Song Wenze always brushed the sense of existence in front of the original Lord, showing off Ou Yichen's goodness to him, showing off how perfect his life, and the super-silly of the original master would like to congratulate the adulterer.

If Chen Heng is Su Shi, he has already gone to the two palms and killed the pair of people to feed the dog.

The voice of the youth came from the ear. "Brother, it’s one night, I want to revisit the memories of the past."

Chen Heng bowed his head and saw the twilight that the young man looked forward to. The twinkling eyes were clear and clean, reflecting his shallow figure.

Anyway, he will die tomorrow, and it is not a bad idea to satisfy his wish.

Thinking this way, the man's eyes were light and soft, and he smiled and answered.

This is the first time Chen Heng has slept on a bed with someone. This experience is strange and strange to him. He wants to push the young man leaning on his chest and push the fingers into the air. I don’t know. What, in the end, let go of it.

Song Wenze slept very well, the moonlight slid down like water, and a dark glow was plated on his dark hair. Chen Heng’s eyes silently patrolled his face. At the end, he slowly fell on it. eye. I thought that I had to sleep all night tonight, and I could listen to the shallow breathing of the young man. He actually had a little sleepyness.

Unconsciously fell asleep.

The next day.

Chen Heng took the breakfast to the room and whispered the young man who was still asleep. The thin eyelashes of the eyelids slightly picked up, and the young man who just woke up still had a hint of sorrow, and slowly blinked. When he remembered that he was sleeping with Chen Heng last night, his eyebrows bent and rushed to Chen. Heng smiled and said: "Brother, good morning."

Faced with the sunny smile of the youth, Chen Heng slightly narrowed his eyes and seemed to be unable to bear such a dazzling smile. "Good morning." Put the breakfast on the table, "Get up and have breakfast."

Song Wenze nodded and blinked. "What time do you make an appointment with others?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Oh." Song Wenze whispered: "Then I will let Yichen send us in the past."

Chen Heng listened, and his eyes flashed a glimmer of light. "Okay." Since the last time he gave a hint to Xia Ming, the other side has not done anything. Chen Heng has waited a little impatient.

Half an hour later, Ou Yichen drove to the apartment downstairs.

"Yi Chen, it is really troublesome for you." Chen Heng smiled and looked at each other.

"How can it be trouble?" Ou Yichen shook his head and helped Chen Heng open the door.

Chen Heng smiled and stooped into the back seat. He did not wait for him to adjust a comfortable sitting position. Song Wenze squeezed in from the other side of the door. Chen Heng subconsciously swept Ou Yichen, but he saw the other side look as usual, and walked around the body to sit in front of the driver's seat.

I have to say that Ou Yichen is really very fond of Song Wenze. For Song Wenze, then a proud person is hard to be tempered. As for the refusal to provoke Chen Heng in the back, it is estimated that it belongs to the inferiority of men, which is commonly known as the animal that uses the lower body to think.

Ou Yichen drove while looking at the two behind him through the rearview mirror. "Wenze, or I will buy a car for you."

"I don't like to drive." The youth frowned. "Unless you come to me as a driver."

The CEO of the Tango Euclidean Group actually fell to be a driver, so only Song Wenze said it.

Ou Yichen shook his head with a smile and his voice was helpless. "I am not your driver now?"

I laughed twice, Song Wenze turned to Chen Hengdao: "Brother, I will take your car in the future."

"Good." Chen Heng bent his eyes.

I didn’t think about it in my heart, no later.

The atmosphere in the car was good, the melodious music slowly spread in the air, and with the warm sunshine, everything seemed to be peaceful and peaceful.

No one noticed that a Cayenne opposite was lurking at the corner, and it was slowly accelerating and coming straight toward them. When Ou Yichen noticed it, it was too late, and the harsh brakes shattered the sky.

squeak--

At the most critical moment, Chen Heng wanted to jump off with his instincts, but the meat shield that suddenly rushed toward him stopped his movements. The huge roar of the collision of the car body overshadowed the voice of the youth. Chen Heng was tightly guarded by Song Wenze in his arms, and the torn pieces of the window were smashed on the back of the youth.

What kind of warm liquid dripped down and dripped on Chen Heng’s face. He blinked a bit in a stunned look, and his eyes fell on Song Wenze, who was pressing on him. At this time, the young man fell silently on him. On the body, it was blood, and the blood stained his half face.

Looking over the shoulders of the youth, Ou Yichen also fell softly on the steering wheel, not knowing life and death.

The mind is faintly able to think of the last sentence Song Wenze told him - brother, be careful.

At the moment of death, Song Wenze was not thinking about protecting his lover, Ou Yichen, but subconsciously rushing to him. It seems to be... want to protect him? Chen Heng suddenly felt that all this happened somewhat ridiculous and beyond his knowledge.

The development of things seems to be different from what he imagined.

Pushing Song Wenze away, he effortlessly opened the door and got off the car. Chen Heng stood under the sun and sniffed the fresh air of nature. The arm was smashed with pieces of glass, and he pulled the scum out of his face with a blank expression and threw it on the floor.

The black scorpion that was slightly picked up reflected the face of the owner who was seriously sunken on the opposite side of the car.

It is Xia Ming.

It is estimated that Xia Ming’s goal is Ou Yichen, and he does not know that he is also in the car.

Blood continually squats down his arm, and his white shirt is dyed bright red in an instant. Chen Heng tears a piece of cloth around the wound and is wondering how to deal with the three people. Going to him with a slender figure.

At that time, there was no one on the road. Chen Heng looked straight at the figure and walked closer and closer, and finally stopped at Xia Ming’s side. The slender fingertips sneaked into the void, but it was a very subtle move, but Chen Heng’s eyes flashed a trace of incredulity.

What did he see? Is the opposite man recovering the soul fragments?

This car, after only retrieving the soul fragments of Xia Ming, he stood up straight, his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a hint of a smile.

"who are you?"

The lacquer is like a scorpion in the scorpion, and the sorrow appears on Chen Heng’s face, making his look look fierce and inviting.

祁 Wei Wei slightly ear, a slight smile in the eyes, lifted the slender legs and walked toward Chen Heng step by step. When the distance between the two was only one fist, the young man stopped and took out a square white handkerchief from his arms, gently and meticulously helping the man wipe the blood on his face. That was Song Wenze. Blood.

The warmth of the sun shines straight down, and the youthful fingertips outline the color of jade, the white hand, the red blood, and the combined picture is quite pleasing.

Chen Heng’s face was restored under the careful wiping of the original color. The white pus was dyed bright red, but the handkerchief was not taken back. Instead, it was folded and stuffed into the shirt pocket of Chen Heng’s chest. At the end, under the cold gaze of the man, he slowly leaned over to Chen Heng’s ear, his thin lips whispered, and smiled lowly: “Tell you a secret, in fact, that’s invading you in the lab that night. That person is me."

"what did you say?"

how come? He clearly killed the man, how did you know it? Can it be said that Wei Wei is the one who really made such a disgusting thing to him? In this case, the anonymous letter can be explained.

Really unforgivable! ! !

The dark bottom of the sputum overflowed the murderousness of the thick bones. Chen Heng grabbed the neck of Yu Wei with the speed of lightning, and before the moment to twist the other's neck, the tall figure in front of him was scattered like a fog. Dissipated in the eyes of Chen Heng.

There seems to be a residual smile in the air. "Chen, we will meet again, in a new way."

Chen Heng quietly stood in the same place, his eyes wrecked and haze, like a prelude to the storm, revealing a dead and gloomy fog.

No matter how he appears, he will not let him go.