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date="2021-01-05"

title="Chapter Forty Nine "

weight="117776"

series = ["The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement"]

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Lu Zhan loves to play and drink, Wenrun doesn't dare to fight with him, meaning that he ran away after a drink with him. When the reaction came over, her feet had already fled to Ye Hansheng's table. At this time, she couldn't pretend that she didn't see it. Wen Run could only raise a smile and tried her best to control her eyes from looking at the empty cake pan, "Mr. Ye, Zheng brother."

Zheng Xuan raised his glass and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, the present has been placed in your room."

Wenrun re-poured the wine and clinked glasses with him, and his eyes lit up with a smile, "Thank you, this is the busiest birthday I have ever had."

"Every year from now on, it will be so lively." Zheng Xuan glanced at Ye Hansheng, a pun meant something.

Wenrun did not hear his subtext, and nodded in agreement. What he thought was that although the signing was a hot head, he stumbled along the way. He liked acting more and more, and he also met more and more friends. His luck.

The three of them were drinking on one side, but having fun on the other. The birthday party is nothing more than drinking and having fun. Wenrun has a quiet temper, but can't hold back two or three of his friends who love to play. In the past, there was only one Lu Zhan and couldn't toss it up, but now there are more Guo Congfei and Xie Yupan. It's really a long time to have a confidant and a thousand cups. The three of them got together and had a good drink.

If there is too much alcohol in my stomach, my brain becomes dizzy and my courage becomes bolder. The three of them didn't know who started it, and started to cream each other. Guo Congfei battered his hands full of cream, and was so dizzy about to go to Lu Zhan, but accidentally bumped into someone. He turned his head dissatisfied and saw that the person who bumped him was Shen Muxun. He immediately smiled, and reached out to touch Shen Muxun’s face. After applying cream on his face, he squinted and boasted: "Your skin is really nice, smooth and tender."

Shen Muxun lowered his eyes to look at him, with an unclear expression in his dark eyes.

Lu Zhan saw on the side, took a breath of air, and immediately abandoned his brother and quickly slipped away.

This person is looking for death, really can't stop it.

After touching the face, Guo Congfei squinted his fingers pretentiously, and said intoxicated: "It's so fragrant."

Shen Muxun asked blankly, "Is it sweet?"

Guo Congfei smirked: "Sweet."

Shen Muxun asked again, "Is it delicious?"

Guo Congfei nodded: "It's delicious."

Shen Muxun stopped talking, and looked at him with a heavy look for a long time.

Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan, who had slipped away, met in victory. Both of them had cream in one hand. They hid their hands behind them and went to find Wenrun. Lu Zhan patted Wen Run's shoulder with his clean hand. As soon as Wen Run turned his head, the two of them shot and rubbed cream on his face. Five cream prints on one side are very symmetrical!

Wenrun reacted and wiped off the cream to fight back, but Lu Zhan and Xie Yupan had already laughed and ran away.

Wenrun went to chase, and a few people suddenly became a group. The whole restaurant was full of laughter and occasional screams.

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When celebrating Wenrun's birthday in the wooden house restaurant, netizens and milk powder were not idle.

#Wenrun生日快乐0429# and #Wenrun生日应援神壕# both topics occupy the front row of hot searches. The former is brushed up by the milk powder, while the latter depends on eating melon netizens to hold up half the sky.

The birthdays of celebrities are actually the same. Birthday parties, iconic building LED large screen promotion, subway line promotion, and charity assistance, etc., are all about the same number. It is nothing more than fans' love for their idols.

But Wenrun's birthday is very different. What's the difference? The difference lies in the sudden emergence of milk powder, creating a magical style of hydrogen.

As early as the daytime, someone exposed an airport photo on Weibo. In the photo, a cream-yellow plane was parked on the apron of an airport in the capital. This aircraft is slightly smaller than a large passenger aircraft. The whole body is painted creamy yellow. On both sides of the wings are written "Wenrun Happy 20th Birthday". The fuselage is sprayed with the hottest Q version of Wenrun. Image. At a glance, it is the private car of which trench.

It was revealed that the airport photo was a milk powder, and the original author of the Q version of the villain was also posted on Weibo, [@我爱奶温一生儿, madam! ! ! ! Look what this is! ! ! ! ]

The original author reposted Weibo with only one sentence and a picture. The picture was a screenshot of a Weibo account called [Xiao Xiaowuye] asking for authorization and huge transfers.

It turned out that someone asked her for authorization a while ago, and only said that she wanted to print something to give milk temperature as a birthday support. She thought it was just a fan who wanted to be a peripheral, so she agreed. Unexpectedly, after this Hao asked for the card number, he directly transferred her one hundred thousand authorization fee. After that, the trench disappeared.

Unexpectedly, her picture was printed on a private plane by the trench, and this is not an ordinary trench, but a divine trench. After having the Weibo ID exploded by the original author, some milk powder soon discovered that [Xiao Xiaowuye] had even added the support group of the official support club, and some fans even released screenshots of the chat at the time.

For Idol’s birthday, capable fans will raise funds to support it. At first, the milk powder wanted to cover the entire Metro Line 2 for Wenrun’s birthday, but they were rejected by the [Xiao Xiaowuye] who had never bubbling before they had not implemented it.

The reason is: I have already covered the subway line. You can change it to another one.

The milk powders all have one face: exm? ? ? ?

This trumpet, who looked unfamiliar and uttered a lot of words, was kicked out of the group.

This was originally a very small matter, and the fans hadn't taken it seriously for a long time, but after the original author broke out that the owner of the private jet may be [Xiao Xiaowuye], the fun was great. Because they didn’t brag at all, on the 29th, Line 2 and Line 3, which are the most crowded in the subway of City B, were all replaced with a warm and moist color-creamy yellow, and the subways were all warm and moist. The publicity photos and the publicity billboards in the station were all replaced with photos of Wenrun's birthday.

And these are not the hands of milk powder.

So this painting style hydrogen was once considered a fake fan, so it was on the hot search. On the hot search, it is not just a matter of fans. The idle slappers who eat melons also end up with various identities, but for most of the day, there is no information. However, someone discovered that on the 29th, someone donated two million to a charitable foundation in the name of Wenrun.

Looking at this handwriting, it wasn't the fans who did it, and there is a high probability that it is the mysterious god.

Shenhao was topped in the front row of the hot search, and even the Weibo with the zombie account like [Xiao Xiaowuye] gained more than 100,000 followers. And because of the inability to pick up the identity of the divine trench, the popularity on Weibo has not dissipated. Until the evening, netizens were still making various speculations. It's just that the normal guess at the beginning has gone wrong, and it has begun to tilt in various unimaginable directions.

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And these Ye Hansheng naturally didn't have the energy to pay attention.

All his attention was caught by Wenrun, watching him laughing and playing with people, making a face of cream, his expression full of indulgence.

It was late at night, and all of them were tired of playing, and finally they couldn't make any noise, so they went back to rest. Ye Hansheng greeted Yu Lei in advance. The wooden cabins in the resort were all vacated, and the rooms were arranged in advance. At this time, just go back and rest.

The single-family wooden house has a two-bedroom and one-living room, and Ye Hansheng lives in the same house with Wenrun and Nature. The two went back together, warm, tired and sleepy. They went back to the room and took a shower. Before their hair was dry, they fell asleep half by the bed.

When Ye Hansheng came over with the gift, he saw his room door ajar and the light was bright, but there was no movement inside. Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Ye Hansheng pushed the door directly in, and saw Wenrun in the bedroom with half-wet hair, sleeping heavily against the head of the bed.

Turning the wheelchair to the bedside, Ye Hansheng called him twice, Wenrun frowned and grunted twice in his nose, but did not wake up. Ye Hansheng was very close to him at this time, Wenrun tilted his head out, and if he tilted his body further, it would almost be exactly in his arms.

Putting the gift by the bed, Ye Hansheng gazed at him, Wenrun had just taken a bath, and his fair skin was transparent, with a faint fragrance of shower gel. Yahei's eyelashes were hanging down, still faintly with water vapor. Ye Hansheng thought with a thought, stretched out his hand and fiddled with it, and it was really moist. His fingers slipped again, touching the tip of his nose, and finally landed on Bibairi's red lips.

Wenrun's lips were not thin like his, but rather sensual, soft to the touch and lingering touch. Ye Hansheng's eyes darkened, and he gently rubbed it, but he saw the eyelashes of the sleeping person tremble suddenly, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings. Ye Hansheng paused and looked up, but Wenrun was still asleep and didn't wake up.

His eyes drooped and he smiled, his fingers changed to pinch his chin, he leaned over and held his lips, he kissed him, his lips pressed against each other, he moved and polished, but his dark eyes kept observing Following Wenrun's reaction.

The breathing of the sleeping person was obviously messed up, and the body trembled slightly, and the crow feather-like eyelashes trembled gently, like a butterfly caught by someone.

There was a chuckle in his throat, Ye Hansheng pried open his closed shell teeth and hooked his soft tongue.

Wenrun tried his best to control his breathing, so he didn't reveal the fact that he was awake on the spot. In fact, when Ye Hansheng called him, he was vaguely conscious, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes. It wasn't until Ye Hansheng suddenly touched his lips that he was frightened awake. Only because he was afraid that the scene would be too awkward when he woke up, he subconsciously continued to pretend to sleep, hoping that Ye Hansheng would leave as soon as possible.

Who knows, he actually kissed him secretly while he was sleeping.

Some fierce kisses made it difficult for him to breathe, but it was not annoying for him to taste it carefully. Wenrun's tongue dodged, but was caught by him, biting and sucking. He kissed Wenrun until he felt like he was suffocating, and he finally let him go.

Wenrun closed his eyes tightly, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He thought, after kissing for so long, he should be leaving now?

Ye Hansheng squinted his eyes happily, rubbing the transparent liquid around his mouth with his thumb. Seeing that he was still pretending to sleep while covering his ears, his chest was shaking, and he gave a low laugh, "Isn't awake yet? Do you want me to continue kissing?"

I couldn't pretend to sleep anymore, Wenrun opened his eyes abruptly, calling him shyly and a little angrily, "Mr. Ye!"

"Huh?" Ye Hansheng approached him with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, "Why are you still called Mr. Ye?" He turned his face to his ears, his lips almost touching his earlobes, and coaxed with a dumb, low voice: name."

Wenrun shrank into the bed, avoiding his touch, feeling a little nervous and at a loss. He looked at Ye Hansheng and asked softly, "In what capacity do I call your name?"

Ye Hansheng was stunned, and when he saw his nervous expression, he chuckled lightly, pulled him over, and kissed his eyelashes again.

Wenrun touched his chest and felt the heart beat violently below. He listened to him in a low voice and asked each word in his ear: "Boyfriend, only partner, heir to the inheritance... Which identity do you want?"

Wenrun breathed for a while, opened his eyes to look at him, slightly opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Ye Hansheng kissed his eyebrows, his powerful arms confined his waist, hugging him tightly in his arms, and smiled: "Don't choose? That's all." He arrogantly put his arm on his waist. , Asked him to hug himself, and then said in a deep voice: "I have chosen, but I can no longer regret it."

When the words were over, seeing Wenrun still dumbfounded and unresponsive, he bit his lips with dissatisfaction.

Wenrun was bitten by him, and finally recovered. She reached out to push him in embarrassment, but her voice was soft, "Mr. Ye, you let me go first..."

Ye Hansheng did not let go, insisting: "Call my name."

Wenrun was flustered by his own, and only felt that his head was turned into a paste. He called out "Mr. Ye" a few times indiscriminately. Instead, he was punished by Ye Hansheng even more severely. Wenrun's nose turned red and finally called out weak He said his name.

Ye Hansheng...cold sound...

Just two words, they sounded in the ears, but they were as sweet as honey, Ye Hansheng lightened his movements, licked his lips gently, and urged vaguely: "Keep on calling..."

It was soft and waxy, calling his name with a begging voice, and it was crunching into the bones.

The author has something to say: Little theater, Mr. Ye: The fan circle is so hard to mix, it's impossible to spend money.