Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Seduction

As soon as the plane landed, Feng Ran turned on his phone and a stream of messages popped up.

He slept almost all the way through the more than ten-hour journey. When he woke up, he felt sore all over and had no energy. He swiped the screen listlessly. There were

messages from colleagues, his sister, and his rivals.

The most were from Ren He.

Ren He was both his childhood friend and his colleague.

He returned to China on his own initiative and did not tell Ren He in advance, which must have pissed him off.

Feng Ran randomly clicked on one of the 60-second voice messages.

"You left so carefree and left a mess for your grandfather..."

Pause.

Clicked on another one.

"Do you know that when they caught me and questioned you, it was like they were interrogating a criminal. I've lived so long..."

Feng Ran turned off the screen.

On the surface, his mother was getting married and he came back to attend the dinner. His sister contacted him three days ago and said that his mother seemed to be getting married, so would he come back?

But in fact, he had already made plans to return. He had packed his things a month ago and checked the plane tickets at that time.

The reason was not complicated. He was tired of the people and things outside.

Two years ago, he left for someone he liked, but that person had no room for others, and he lost everything.

Failure in love is really frustrating.

The sadness of parting usually belongs to the one who is left behind. Even if the person who leaves has more emotions, they are all consumed in the rush on the road.

So Feng Ran was not sad or regretful at the moment. He just felt that he didn't make much money and didn't pick up a man in the past two years. It was a waste of life.

Now he has escaped back like a defeated general and has to start all over again.

"Brother Shen Zhi and I are here in T2, you can see it as soon as you come out," the sister sent.

"Got it," he replied.

He has very little luggage, only one bag. The rest of the things were left in that place full of memories.

So there is no need to pick him up at the airport.

He told his sister this, and his sister said that Uncle Shen said no, he had to pick him up after coming all the way back.

The "Shen Zhi" mentioned by his sister is probably the son of "Uncle Shen".

The tone of the return trip was dull. Feng Ran took a walk, sometimes going to the toilet, sometimes standing still to watch the planes take off and land, and sometimes going to expensive shops to eat and drink. He wasted more than an hour.

There were many people meeting at the airport. In the crowd, he saw a young man. He

was as handsome as a tree in the wind. He was dressed neatly, in a white shirt and trousers, and his hair was neither long nor short, and was neatly trimmed. His face was fair, and in the sunlight, he looked like a person in a painting.

What attracted his attention most was the clean and gentle temperament. It was like a low-saturation cold color, gentle and deep, but cold.

Very unique and charming.

Feng Ran narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, his sister's voice came: "Feng Ran!"

Feng Ran looked closely and saw that his sister was standing next to the man.

At this moment, the man followed his sister's call, looked over and smiled.

His heart was moved. Half of the fatigue from the journey was swept away, and he was refreshed and went up to say hello.

The younger sister complained: "Why are you so slow?"

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time." Feng Ran looked at Chen Zhi when he said this.

His lips were very thin and light pink. Looking up, he had a high nose bridge and picturesque eyebrows and eyes. His pupils were very dark and deep, and his eyes drooped down. His eyes were clear and gentle.

Looking closer, he looked more vivid.

"It's okay." This was the first sentence Chen Zhi said to him.

Feng Ran got on the passenger seat and chatted with the two of them about family matters along the way, his mind drifting away.

Questions such as how old is Chen Zhi, whether he has a partner, and whether he likes men or women lingered in his mind. While waiting for the red light, Chen Zhi approached him to take the water from his sister's hand. Too close... The soft hair tip brushed across his cheek, and the special scent of gel water floated into his nose. Feng Ran closed his eyes.

A one-night stand is fine, but he is determined to have this person.

Both children have reached the age to start a family, and this is a second marriage, so the banquet is not grand, more like a gathering of relatives and friends. There were three tables of people from the Shen family, while there were only Feng Ran's mother and her two children.

Feng Ran hadn't seen his mother for eight years, but he had nothing to say. He exchanged a few polite words and stared at the seat diagonally in front of him.

The white shirt was too dazzling.

The chopsticks were put down before they were even warmed up between his fingers. He walked over and patted his sister on the shoulder: "Come sit with me." "

Huh? What's the matter? Mom specially changed the seat because she wanted to ask you about your situation in the past few years."

"I've asked. This table is full of men, smoking and drinking, which is choking."

His sister left, and Feng Ran sat down without hesitation.

The people around him didn't even look at him.

He glanced at him casually: "You don't drink?"

"Yeah, I can't drink much."

"How old are you, are you in school or working?"

Shen Zhi looked at him straight in the eye.

"Twenty-three, working. What about you?"

"I'm three years older than you." Feng Ran's eyes curved, "It seems you have to call me brother."

Shen Zhi smiled suddenly, almost imperceptibly.

When Feng Ran thought he had agreed and was feeling proud, Chen Zhi came close to him and breathed into his ear: "Okay, brother."

His hand trembled and the wine spilled.

When he looked back, Shen Zhi had moved away and his eyes were no longer on him, as if nothing had happened. Noticing that he was looking at him, the corners of his lips curled deeper, as if he had turned the tables.

A worthy opponent.

His nerves became excited, and he took a piece of paper and slowly wiped his hands, saying: "Are you free this afternoon?"

"I have to work overtime."

"Then..."

"But I'm free in the evening."

The white spotlight on the ceiling illuminated a pair of black eyes, like obsidian, looking straight into Feng Ran's heart. An ambiguous smile was rendered on the corners of his beautiful eyes and eyebrows.

Feng Ran's heart was tickled by this smile.

"Okay," he shook the wine glass, "Then I'll make a reservation."

He didn't adjust to the jet lag, and slept in a hourly room all afternoon. In the evening, he received a message from an unfamiliar number, which was a restaurant address with the words "Chen Zhi" attached.

Chen Zhi booked a high-end restaurant. Feng Ran was wearing a jacket and carrying a huge bag, which made him look a bit out of place.

Chen Zhi smiled as soon as he saw him. He realized it later and smiled too. He said truthfully: "I only have this set of clothes. I was busy resting in the afternoon and didn't have time to change."

"It's okay, it's good like this."

Although they had just met for a few hours, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Neither of them felt uncomfortable at all, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Chen Zhi asked him what he did before and what he planned to do next. He told them one by one, of course omitting his love life.

After opening a bottle of red wine and drinking three rounds, Shen Zhi's eyes were glued to him, a little confused, and his lips were red enough to bleed.

Feng Ran resisted the urge to touch him, raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Are you drunk?"

"A little bit."

"The first time I see someone drunk from wine." Feng

Ran laughed at him. Shen Zhi yawned and said he was hot. He unbuttoned two buttons and tugged at his collar. A black tattoo was faintly visible, extending from below the collarbone to the shoulder.

——A very beautiful butterfly, flapping its

wings and ready to fly. Feng Ran blinked slowly.

Suddenly a series of ringtones rang, and the butterfly disappeared under the white shirt.

"Your phone." Shen Zhi sat up and said.

Feng Ran came back to his senses, took the phone, and walked far enough away. The butterfly was still flying in front of him.

"Good grandson, you finally answered the phone! You didn't even reply to the message, what the hell are you doing?" Ren He's voice was angry.

"That's it."

"What did you say?!"

"That's it. I've put all my stuff in the rental house. If you have time, take a look and see if you need anything. The lease on the house expires at the end of the year." Chen

Zhi's figure was reflected in the French window. He leaned against the back of the chair in a daze, his head slightly lowered, as if he was tired.

Perhaps seeing his determination, Ren He softened his tone a little: "Fuck, it's really unnecessary because of a man... Are you sure you won't come back? Can you think about it again? We are short-staffed here, and the studio was yours from the beginning. Are you sure you want to give up like this?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, okay. You guys are more stubborn than each other. Do you know that after you left, Song..."

"Ren He," Feng Ran interrupted, "I don't really want to hear about him. I'm sorry."

The other side was silent for a second: "Okay, shut up, okay. You are alone, take care of yourself. Call me if you have anything, and I'll beat you up if you don't reply."

"No problem."

After hanging up the phone, he stood there, calming down his emotions that were aroused again. Chen Zhi came over without knowing when, his eyes were covered with mist, his voice was slightly hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ran smiled again: "Nothing, a friend called."

Both of them were drunk, and Chen Zhi's driver came to pick him up, suggesting that Feng Ran get in the car together.

He declined, as he was unfamiliar with Jiang City, and he didn't know where to tell the driver.

Chen Zhi lowered the car window: "Where are you staying tonight? Hotel?"

"On the street, under the bridge, or in the park." He joked.

"Get in the car, and go home with me."

"No, I'll go visit you another day," he shook his phone and smiled helplessly, "I have something to do later, isn't the nightlife just beginning?"

It was so late, what else could happen, it's just that he didn't drink enough.

A hangover is a good medicine to heal emotional injuries.

But Chen Zhi didn't know him, and after a little thought, he wondered what the nightlife was related to, and he became embarrassed because he touched some ambiguous privacy.

"...Wait." He said. Then he lowered his head and pressed the screen.

Feng Ran only saw his black hair and red ears. A few seconds later, the phone rang, and a message was received.

A detailed address.

Chen Zhi looked at him: "If you have nowhere to go, come to my house." He added, "I'm alone."

There are too many hints and they are too obvious, so it shouldn't be called a hint.

This is seduction, naked seduction.

Feng Ran's fingers tightened around the phone. There were many people who seduced him, but in such a short time, Chen Zhi was the first one who made him unable to control himself.

His eyes immediately moved down along the pair of deep eyebrows, wantonly sweeping across the collarbone and chest. He continued to move slowly down, inadvertently but wantonly, staying at the crotch for a few seconds.

Looking up, Shen Zhi's face was shrouded in shadows, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Feng Ran put the phone in his pocket and smiled: "Okay, then... remember to leave the door open for me."

[Author's words]

Mine clearance:

1. This article is based on the bloody love triangle between Feng Ran, Chen Zhi, and He Chuan. The main attacker is Shen Zhi, and He Chuan's arrow points to Feng Ran. The final ending is a happy ending for Feng Ran and Shen Zhi

2. The attacker is not the receiver. The bottom is 0.5. He liked someone else before he met the top. He can do 1 or 0. The top only likes the bottom

*After breaking up with the top, the bottom also did it with other people

*The top has always only had the bottom3

. The top is possessive, white-cut black, has psychological problems, and will do anything to achieve his goal. He will force/imprison/track/eavesdrop/... a series of unbelievable behaviors in real life4

. If you have read another article, try not to compare the timeline, because some of them don't match (╥﹏╥) but the character settings have not changed. If you abandon

the article, you don't need to tell me specifically. Please click lightly for logical problems. You are welcome to correct typos and common sense problems. I wish you a happy reading^ ^