The guy on the other side was silent for a moment, then cheerfully invited: "Would you like to play games together?"
Si Mingchen glanced at Wen Zhi's game mode: "What do you think?"
Wen Zhi observed Si Mingchen's attitude and said tactfully, "No, I want to play duo with you alone."
Si Mingchen's expression obviously softened: "Okay."
Not long after, Wen Zhi quit the game and asked Si Mingchen: "Can you play PUBG?"
Si Mingchen: "Yeah, I know a little bit."
Wen Zhi became interested: "I didn't expect that the big CEO also likes to play e-sports. I remember you never played games in high school."
[high school? It turns out that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen have known each other for a long time? ］
[No way, no way, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen went to the same high school? ］
[It is also possible that Mr. Si told Wen Zhi about his high school experiences? ］
...
...
[I think I discovered some important information. ］
Si Mingchen had already sat on the gaming chair on the other side and picked up the mouse: "My college classmate is a game developer. I used to play games with him, so I was influenced by him."
Wen Zhi put on the headphones: "Okay, come on."
The sun outside the window was hanging high in the sky, and today's sunlight was particularly dazzling. While the two were competing with their enemies in the warm e-sports room, the remaining guests were farming.
Netizens watched the two contrasting parties, enjoying themselves with melon seeds and snacks.
The audience knew that Wen Zhi was good at playing the game, after all, Wen Zhi had just shown off about it, but everyone discovered that Si Mingchen was also unexpectedly skilled and his operation was very cool.
Due to stereotypes, everyone thought that Si Mingchen's profession and status determined that he would not play such young people's games, which should be golf, tennis and wine tasting.
At this time, they found very good supplies in the game. After Wen Zhi got off the motorcycle, he ran faster than anyone else and kept picking up other people's things.
Si Ming stood quietly by the side, waiting for Wen Zhi to pick everything out before he started taking anything.
At this time, Wen Zhi discovered that an important part was installed on Si Mingchen's gun. With a big face, he said shamelessly: "Sisi, I want the triangle accessories."
Si Mingchen glanced at Wen Zhi beside him.
The other person was looking at him with bright eyes.
Si Mingchen originally wanted to give it to me directly, but now he was in a playful mood and deliberately said, "But my gun also needs this accessory."
Wen Zhi said sweetly: "You have good marksmanship and high skills, you don't need these fancy things."
Si Mingchen continued to tease him: "How do you know that I have good skills? Tell me more specifically."
Wen Zhi said matter-of-factly: "Does it even need to be said whether your skills are good or not?"
Simingchen smiled softly, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
[I suspect you were driving, but I have no evidence. ］
[Ahem, I don’t know if Zhizhi has seen Mr. Si’s skills. ］
[Mr. Si: It’s time to show your real skills! ］
The two of them had a lot of fun playing the game and soon entered the final competition. There are 100 people in total, and now there are only 10 left.
Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen stopped beside a ruin and poked their heads out stealthily: "Si Si, let's be careful."
Simingchen: “Yeah.”
At this time, someone turned on the microphone and said to all the remaining players in English: "I'm in Y City. Come over here and fight."
His teammate is also a boy, but he speaks Korean. He praised softly, "Brother is really awesome."
Wen Zhi heard the word "brother".
I couldn't help laughing out loud.
Simingchen asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhi smiled and said, "The young couple has such a good relationship."
Si Mingchen seemed to be thinking: "Yeah, it must be very happy to have someone calling me brother while playing games."
Wen Zhi was stunned, as if he tasted something special. Is Si Mingchen hinting at something? He didn't say anything and continued to grope around in the building, picking up supplies when he saw them.
"Sisi, we——"
Before he could finish the last few words, Wen Zhi was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground, desperately crawling forward.
Si Mingchen adjusted his position and quickly looked for the enemy who had just hit Wen Zhi.
There is no cover here, and if they rush to rescue Wen Zhi, both of them might be eliminated.
Wen Zhi was a little anxious, looking at Si Mingchen and whispering: "Si Mingchen, please save me."
Siming calmly aimed at the other party: "Don't be impatient."
Wen Zhi thought, how could he not be anxious.
If you wait any longer, all his blood will be used up.
Finally, there was a burst of gunfire.
The enemy fell to the ground.
Si Mingchen found Wen Zhi shivering in the corner and squatted down with a smile.
Wen Zhi complained in a low voice: "Hurry up and save me."
Si Mingchen stared at his health bar and suddenly said, "You don't even know how to say something nice when asking for help."
Wen Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Will you save me?"
Si Mingchen hesitated deliberately: "Let me think about it."
Seeing that his health bar was about to run out and he was about to die, Wen Zhi quickly gave in: "Brother, save me."
Si Mingchen smiled: "What?"
Wen Zhi took off his headphones and glared at him: "Brother Si, please save me."
Si Mingchen has already squatted down to treat Wen Zhi.
[Tsk tsk tsk, this is the interest of young lovers. ］
[Wen Zhi was actually glaring at President Si just now, which shows how good their relationship is recently. ］
[I'm jealous of your flirting. ］
[Oh my god, what sin have I committed? Look at these two people flirting with each other. ］
The poison circle slowly shrank. Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen entered the final circle, fighting wits and courage with the remaining two groups, hiding in an abandoned garage in the factory.
Si Mingchen was responsible for surveying the enemy's movements, while Wen Zhi followed behind, responsible for supplementing firepower.
Si Mingchen was observing the movements not far away.
As soon as he slightly turned sideways, he was hit by the AWM and fell down immediately.
After Wen Zhi brought him to a safe place, he suddenly laughed: "Isn't this Mr. Si? Hello."
The two were very close to each other, and the pride and complacency emanating from Wen Zhi's body were beyond words.
Si Mingchen was not in a hurry. He took off his headphones and turned to look at Wen Zhi beside him: "Zhizhi, save me."
Wen Zhi imitated Si Mingchen's tone: "You asked me to save you, but you didn't even say a nice word."
Simingchen asked: "Are you sure you want to hear something nice?"
Wen Zhi raised his voice: "Yeah."
Si Mingchen suppressed his smile and said, "Baby, come and save me."
Wen Zhi started coughing instantly and looked at Si Mingchen in disbelief.
There were already wails in the barrage.
[You’re already calling me baby, so this is going to be officially announced! ］
[Ahhhh, this is so sweet. ］
[Wen Zhike is such a little fool. He tried to tease others but ended up being teased instead. ］
[I will wait for the edited version of this cry of “baby” to be released and then download it, and play it on repeat every day. ］
[If this isn’t love, then what is! ］
Wen Zhi's face had become as hot as an apple, but she endured the heat and rescued Si Mingchen.
Si Ming calmed down and looked at him: "Thank you——"
"You're welcome." Wen Zhi interrupted hurriedly, fearing that Si Mingchen would still call him baby. "Don't yell next time."
Simingchen smiled: "Okay."
Soon, Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen surrounded the remaining team and successfully won the game.
game over.
The residual warmth in Wen Zhi's earlobes had not yet faded. After taking off her earphones, she picked at the wires with her fingers, not daring to look at Si Mingchen.
Si Ming remained silent and didn't mention the matter. He changed the subject: "Continue playing or go eat."
Wen Zhi: "Let's go eat."
Simingchen: "Okay."
As they walked towards the restaurant, Wen Zhi's heart was beating very fast and felt very uncomfortable.
Si Mingchen had called him baby before, but that time it was to piss off Sang Qi, which was completely different from the purpose this time.
This time it happened in public.
What's the difference between that and taking off his pants in public?
"Let me help you cut the steak."
Si Mingchen was very gentle and caring.
Wen Zhi held the knife and fork: "What should we do this afternoon? Don't waste the resources of the villa."
Si Mingchen: "What do you think?"
Wen Zhi: "I can do anything."
After swallowing the steak completely, Simingchen wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said, "There is a massage service in the fourth room on the fourth floor. Do you want to try it?"
Wen Zhi didn't think much about it: "Okay."
Simingchen: "OK."
Soon, the two arrived at the massage room on the fourth floor. The environment here is very good. As soon as you come in, you will be greeted by a fresh fragrance. The overall design is Japanese style, and the floating white gauze curtains are filled with a special incense scent.
Wen Zhi looked at the rows of essential oils with different scents and lay on the bed with a clean bath towel in hand.
"Si Mingchen, go call them."
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi and did not move.
Wen Zhi thought Si Mingchen was dissatisfied with the address, so he quickly changed his words: "My dear Si Si, please go and call two technicians, those who are more experienced in the business."
Si Mingchen suddenly laughed: "Where are the technicians?"
Wen Zhi stood up and asked, "How do you massage?"
Si Mingchen: "You and I press each other."
Wen Zhi stammered, "But I can't."
Si Mingchen took off his coat, picked up his white bathrobe and prepared to change: "I'll give you a massage first, you'll learn it after a while."
Wen Zhi: “…” Can we give up this project?
[Oh my god, massaging each other? Will the gun go off accidentally? ］
[Isn’t it too exciting? If you are not a real couple, this project would be a bit exciting, right? ］
[Thai traditional Massage, Chinese massage, Japanese SPA, I don’t know which one Mr. Si wants to try. ］
[Let’s go for Thai style. Thai style is more… hehehe. ］
Soon, Si Mingchen came back with a book of massage-related guides in his hand and washed his hands.
Wen Zhi lay on the soft bed, like a simple and harmless young bird, waiting for the leftovers from the eagle.
Si Mingchen stood by the bed: "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
Wen Zhi said weakly: "Can I have a massage with my clothes on?"
"How do you apply the essential oil? It will hurt." Si Mingchen explained seriously and handed him the shorts: "Go change your clothes, I'll wait for you."
Wen Zhi had no choice but to hold on to his shorts and leave slowly.
It’s not that he didn’t want to have close contact with Si Mingchen, but he was too ashamed to face the people of Jiangdong in front of millions of viewers.
Besides, there was only one pair of shorts.
Although his figure is not bad.
But they are definitely not as obvious as Si Mingchen's abdominal muscles.
Isn't this definitely outdone?
Wen Zhi took off his clothes and put on shorts.
He should have worn that fake abs thing.
This way, you won't feel awkward and you can also show off your figure.
When Wen Zhi came back with the clothes, everything was ready.
Netizens discovered that the clothes Wen Zhi was holding happened to cover her chest.
Although for boys, having sex is not a problem, Wen Zhi is quite sensitive and still feels a little embarrassed.
Wen Zhi moved slowly like a crab, lying on the bed with his head on the pillow, waiting obediently.
The expression is a bit like going to the execution ground.
[This crab step is amazing. ］
[Wen Zhi is 27 years old, why is he still so shy? ］
[Take off the clothes on your chest. Is it wrong to be so shy? ］
[Wen Zhi is so funny that the area behind his ears is visibly turning red. Is it necessary to be so embarrassed? ］
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." Si Mingchen comforted.
After lying on the bed, Wen Zhi found some feeling, and dreamed of the feeling of massage in a high-end spa: "I have pain in my cervical spine and waist, and I will focus on massaging these two positions."
Simingchen: "Okay."
Wen Zhi tends to feel sleepy after eating, especially when he lies so comfortably on the pillow, making him feel less and less energetic.
Si Mingchen sat beside Wen Zhi, rubbed the essential oil evenly in his palm, and slowly dropped it on the slender back in front of him.
In an instant, the cold touch awakened Wen Zhi.
Si Mingchen rubbed slowly, his palms gradually became warm, and he began to massage Wen Zhi's shoulders and neck.
Wen Zhi was really tired yesterday and urgently needed a massage.
At the moment, Si Mingchen was giving him a very comfortable massage, especially with just the right amount of strength.
He couldn't help it, and a few satisfied hums involuntarily escaped from his nose.
After hearing this, Wen Zhi quickly covered his mouth and nose and buried his head in the pillow guiltily.
Si Mingchen obviously heard it and chuckled secretly. He stood up and stood in front of Wen Zhi, with his legs on both sides of Wen Zhi's body, and pulled up his arms.
Wen Zhi's center of gravity gradually lifted, his entire muscles were stretched, his arms were pulled tightly backwards, and his primitive memory made him feel that Si Mingchen would pounce on him in the next second, cover his back, and hug him tightly.
Wen Zhi blushed for no apparent reason.
This is the most common massage technique, and the audience watching on the side also got excited.
Perhaps the difference in body size between Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi is quite obvious. When Wen Zhi was stretched, he felt like Si Mingchen fiddling with a small toy.
Wen Zhi's heart trembled slightly, and he could hardly bear this exciting situation.
Si Mingchen has cold fair skin, and his fair skin is already very dazzling in the crowd.
But Wen Zhi was whiter than him, especially after taking off her shirt, she looked like a peeled egg, shiny white, and fragile.
There are many professional massage movements, and Si Mingchen had just learned them and put them into use immediately.
Wen Zhi noticed the book that Si Mingchen had placed on the bed and picked it up to read.
Coincidentally, he stopped at a rather awkward massage technique.
Wen Zhi looked embarrassed and quietly put the book back.
This scene was discovered by Si Mingchen who was massaging seriously.
"Want to try the leg stretch?"
Wen Zhi: "No. I don't want to."
Si Mingchen seemed not to hear what he said. He followed the ninth step of Thai massage and turned Wen Zhi over so that he was facing him. He was already very tall, and especially when Wen Zhi was lying down, he looked like a giant in Wen Zhi's eyes.
Wen Zhi muttered, "Why do I feel like you're not that tall?"
Si Mingchen smiled meaningfully: "Maybe it's because you were lying down."
Wen Zhi was a little confused.
It seemed like he was lying down before.
I don’t think Si Mingchen is that tall?
Suddenly, Wen Zhi had an idea, and the blush on his neck gradually shifted to his face.
Maybe it was because Si Mingchen had always been kneeling in front of him.
Wen Zhi covered his eyes with his hands.
This question is so embarrassing.
[The two are whispering something. ］
[Say some code words that we don’t quite understand. ］
[I think I understand, hehehe. ］
The massage was at the end. Si Mingchen held Wen Zhi's ankles with both hands, lifted them to a vertical height, helped him stretch his leg muscles and lines, and gently pressed down.
Wen Zhi kept his face covered and began to think about how to give Si Mingchen a massage.
Take this action now for example.
The two people switched positions, and the scene was so beautiful that I couldn't imagine it.
He couldn't do anything about it.
Wen Zhi stretched his legs backwards one by one, breathing comfortably, and felt that he would sleep very well tonight.
It had only been twenty minutes and he was already sweating a lot.
Suddenly remembering something, he looked at his sparse abdominal muscles.
Good, the belly fat didn't roll up.
Still perfect.
"It's over. I'll get you a glass of warm water."
Si Mingchen didn't dare to use too much strength, but he was worried that the massage force was not enough, so he tried to hold back, which consumed more energy than using all his strength.
Wen Zhi had a thin layer of sweat all over his body, and all his pores were relaxed, especially after drinking water, he felt relaxed. He looked at Si Mingchen: "Wait a minute, let me give you a massage."
Simingchen nodded: "Okay."
By the time Si Mingchen was lying there, Wen Zhi had already put on a bathrobe and was applying essential oils like Si Mingchen did.
When he saw Si Mingchen's abdominal muscles, he was so excited that he almost drooled.
I have to say, Si Mingchen has a really good figure.
Even if he has watched it eight hundred times, he will still feel envy and admiration.
The color, the texture, the touch.
It is simply the best in the world.
Wen Zhi put his hand on it, touched and kneaded it lovingly, and asked seriously: "Sisi, how do you maintain your abdominal muscles? Do you exercise a lot?"
Si Mingchen: "With exercise, you should also take in more high-quality protein and eat less sweets and carbohydrates."
Wen Zhi sighed regretfully.
He couldn't meet any of these requirements.
Let’s just forget it.
Wen Zhi touched his abdominal muscles for a long time, but he didn't seem to be massaging them. Si Mingchen simply leaned back on the pillow and stared at him: "How does it feel?"
Wen Zhi commented fairly: "Not bad."
Si Mingchen: "Thank you. But who are you now?"
Wen Zhi: "Abdominal massage."
Si Mingchen: "Actually, you can massage other places for now."
Wen Zhi came back to his senses and said awkwardly, "Oh."
Wen Zhi's massage technique was like a chicken pecking at rice to Si Mingchen, it had no strength at all.
Especially when I was massaging his back, the gentle itchy feeling not only failed to relieve his fatigue, but instead aroused some other thoughts.
When Wen Zhi was about to lift up Si Mingchen's legs, Si Mingchen grabbed his hand and said, "It's OK."
Wen Zhi was confused: "My Masaki is not over yet."
Si Mingchen put on his bathrobe and said, "It's okay. I'm not tired. You can take a rest."
[I am dying of laughter. Zhizhi, have you ever started? ］
[Zhizhi: I started. One minute later. Zhizhi: I’m done. ］
[Mr. Si has a good figure. His waistline is well proportioned, and his legs are long, straight and full of muscles. ］
[It’s rare to see such a self-disciplined CEO. The ones he knows around him are all greasy middle-aged men. ］
[This kind of domineering CEO probably only appears in novels. ］
After the massage, Wen Zhi felt relieved. Fortunately, everything went smoothly without anything particularly embarrassing happening, and Si Mingchen's technique was pretty good as well, so he didn't hurt him at all.
Holding hands, they came to the tea restaurant and enjoyed afternoon tea while basking in the sun, which was very comfortable.
It was almost dusk, which meant that the time left in the luxurious villa was getting shorter and shorter.
Wen Zhi reluctantly sat on the wooden chair: "Si Si, let's not sleep tonight. Days like this will last a second longer."
Si Mingchen looked at his useless appearance and helped him peel a lychee: "No, if you like it here, we can come again even after the variety show is over."
Wen Zhi chewed a lychee and said, "This should be someone else's villa, rented by the program team."
"Well, it should be." Siming replied, "But you can buy it."
Wen Zhi shook his head and said, he is indeed a rich and willful boss.
At this time, the photographer gently tapped the live camera and muttered, "Why did it suddenly become like this?"
Wen Zhi asked: "What's wrong?"
Photographer: "The picture is a little blurry. I will try to adjust it again. I may temporarily interrupt the live broadcast for three minutes."
Wen Zhi: “It’s okay.”
During the two days of live broadcast, the camera followed the two people the whole time, and they didn't even have a chance to say anything in private.
Wen Zhi held the coffee cup and looked at Si Mingchen quietly: "Si Si, this cup should not belong to the owner of the villa. There is the logo of the program team on it."
Si Mingchen didn't pay much attention to these details: "Yeah."
"So I want your cup." Wen Zhi picked up his own cup and shook it. "Our cups are couple's."
Si Mingchen paid more attention to it and nodded in agreement: "I noticed that you like to collect. If you like, we can take it with us."
"Actually, I have a collecting habit." Wen Zhi** thought: "I have liked collecting things I like since I was a child. There are still some strange things under the bed in my bedroom."
Si Mingchen: "For example?"
Wen Zhi: "For example, erasers used by some people, badges he wore when he participated in the honor guard, brochures he used, broken pens he threw away... In short, there are many more, all of which I secretly collected."
Si Mingchen's eyes flashed slightly, and he thought of Wen Zhi's electronic photo album in the Penguin Space.
So, everything in that album is about him?
Si Mingchen's fingers curled slightly and his heart ached.
Wen Zhi had never lied to him, and she was still thinking about him during her four years in college.
"How did you pick up these things?" Si Ming asked in a hoarse voice.
Wen Zhi: "I tried every possible way. Anyway, the way I got it was fair and aboveboard. I only picked it up because he didn't want it or accidentally threw it away. I don't steal anything."
Si Mingchen held the armrest of the rattan chair with his fingertips and said calmly, "Are they all things he doesn't want? What about the medal? Did he throw it away too?"
Wen Zhi felt a little guilty: "It's easy to get the medal. I can just secretly buy a new one and replace it quietly when no one is paying attention."
Si Mingchen: "Where's the eraser?"
Wen Zhi: "I was squatting at the door and happened to see his eraser fall to the ground and roll out, so I took it away."
He takes other people's things and speaks so confidently about it.
I'm afraid it's only Wen Zhi.
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, his tone revealing some pity: "Where's the pen?"
Wen Zhi: "After he threw it, he went to physical education class, and I picked it up."
For a moment, Si Ming was filled with thoughts.
"If you like it, you should ask him directly."
Wen Zhi smiled happily: "The taste of secret love is both sour and sweet, you have to be in it to know it. In that situation, how can I have the nerve to say it out loud?"
Si Mingchen looked at him for a long time, then smiled and lowered his head: "Now? He is by your side now, and he will give you whatever you want."
Wen Zhi raised the corner of his mouth and secretly glanced at the photographer. He saw that the photographer was concentrating on tinkering with the equipment and probably didn't understand the riddle the two people were talking about.
"Now? I can't say for sure. I don't know if someone will give it to me."
He suddenly remembered a line from an old-fashioned domineering president.
"Baby, I'll give you my life."
After the equipment was repaired, the two of them followed the routine and had dinner and sleep to rest. Although Wen Zhi said that he would stay up all night, he fell asleep faster than anyone else as soon as his head touched the pillow. His sleep quality was the best in the world and he would not be woken up by thunder or rain.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on their door. Si Mingchen looked up vigilantly, and when he saw the staff in front of him, a hint of hesitation appeared between his brows.
He stepped out of bed quietly and closed the bedroom door quietly.
The next day, when Wen Zhi woke up, there were rustling sounds all around him. He subconsciously looked for Si Mingchen next to him, closed his eyes and wanted to ride on him, but missed.
Struggling to open his eyes, he found that his surroundings were completely unfamiliar, and opposite him was an old tree with tangled roots.
He wanted to call Si Mingchen's name, but suddenly the director's figure was projected on the wall.
"Congratulations, Xiao Wen, you have successfully unlocked the luxury villa surprise package. You have 3 hours left to identify your partner. Otherwise, you will not be able to leave the island."
Wen Zhi was not fully awake yet, but the next scene made him completely dumbfounded. Two Si Mingchen suddenly appeared on the projector screen.
The two Si Mingchen said to Wen Zhi at the same time: "Zhizhi, I am real."
Wen Zhi almost fainted on the spot.
What's this?
Real or fake husband?
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