episode 59
Weekend, early morning.
Before dawn, He Xun opened his eyes from a hazy state, reached for his phone beside his pillow, and subconsciously squinted to check his account.
The next second—
He suddenly widened his eyes and sat up in bed as if he had risen from the dead.
"Holy crap!! Ten Hearts of the Universe and ten rockets?! Who is this? Such a spendthrift!"
Scrolling down further, his fans indeed discovered this newly emerged top-ranked tycoon.
"Brother, you've really made something of yourself! (Shakes the camera wildly)"
"I just checked, a Heart of the Universe costs the equivalent of 2698 RMB, and a rocket costs 99.9 RMB, are you crazy...? So rich..."
"Can't these rich people share some with me?"
"Damn rich people..."
"This is a good thing for him. Not many advertisers dared to approach him for this kind of content, but now that he has a wealthy fan, he can be considered to have some income."
"Since everyone's talking about other things, shall I... take advantage of the chaos to urge for more updates?"
"I'm more concerned about the blogger's personal safety (I'm worried)."
......
The comments were still piling up, and He Xun turned off his phone after reading for a while.
He ruffled his hair and pulled on his clothes.
Okay.
As some comments have said, it's a good thing to have wealthy followers; at least they won't have to be stingy when they want to take action in the future.
After cleaning the third floor as usual, he hesitated for a moment at the top of the stairs, then made up his mind, turned back, and knocked on Mo Shilin's bedroom door.
A deep, polite male voice quickly came from inside—
"Please come in."
He Xun gently pushed open the door.
The man sat by the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips, facing the computer. The gray curtains were half-drawn, casting a pale blue light on his deep, cold features, making him both sexy and enigmatic.
His hands flew across the keyboard, his eyes narrowed, and he would occasionally furrow his brow.
Take a few steps closer, and the huge screen displays the game interface.
As expected, it's a newly launched game from Cloud Journey.
He Xun never said it, but he actually really enjoyed seeing Mo Shilin's behavior in private, because it made him feel that the other person was genuinely happy.
It wasn't the kind of happiness that his lofty and aloof status as CEO Mo could bring him.
"Young Master Mo, does the room need cleaning?" He Xun asked, gripping the towel tightly.
Playing games requires concentration, so Mo Shilin didn't look up at him. He simply said, "Just wipe the table, no need to go to too much trouble. It's the weekend, I'm not working."
"good."
He Xun responded.
Mo Shilin, holding the mouse, added, "Just wipe this table of mine."
He Xun paused for a moment, stared at his profile for a few seconds, and then said, "Okay."
He Xun, clutching a freshly washed, snow-white towel, walked to Mo Shilin's side, and the familiar scent of woody perfume wafted out from the other man.
He first picked up the black ashtray so he could wipe the entire table clean.
He wiped away the dust and put the ashtray back in its place. Just then, Mo Shilin tapped the ash with his finger, and through the swirling smoke, he finally raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways: "Sorry, I didn't know you smoke."
He Xun looked up: "It's alright."
The subtext is that he smokes too, so it doesn't matter to him.
"I couldn't tell." Mo Shilin suddenly smiled.
"What?"
"You smoke too?" Mo Shilin said teasingly, "You have a very innocent-looking face."
He Xun raised an eyebrow, resting his right hand on the edge of the table, looking down at the person: "Does Young Master Mo mean that all smokers are impure?"
"no."
Wow. What a sharp tongue.
Mo Shilin curled his lips and turned his gaze back to the computer screen.
He Xun didn't say anything more and continued wiping the table.
After wiping himself down, he picked up the towel and was about to leave when Mo Shilin stopped him and politely asked, "I'm a little hot, could you get me an ice cream from the fridge?"
He Xun turned his head and slowly said, "...Huh?"
He stared at the leaves fluttering in the autumn wind outside the window for a long time, then turned his suspicious gaze back to Mo Shilin and uttered two words, one after another: "You... are hot?"
There's no such thing as amnesia damaging the brain, right? If it weren't for the fact that it's not the right time, he would have even dragged Mo Shilin to the hospital for a thorough brain checkup!
He says he's hot in this freezing weather?!
Mo Shilin replied confidently, "Yes."
He even retorted, "Aren't you hot?"
The tone made it seem as if He Xun was the one with an abnormal body temperature.
"......"
He Xun sighed helplessly, "Well, alright then, you wait here, I'll go get it for you."
What else can we do? Spoil them.
People with amnesia are no different from complete idiots.
After a while, He Xun returned to the third floor with a Belgian chocolate-flavored Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
He knocked on the door twice as a token gesture, then pushed it open and went inside.
Two seconds later—
He walked out without looking to the side.
Mo Shilin's voice immediately came from behind: "Why don't you come in?"
If you listen carefully, you can hear a subtle hint of playfulness and teasing in that magnetic voice.
He Xun stood with his back to the door, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
Nonsense! Didn't you want to take off your clothes and take a shower?
The door was half open, and Mo Shilin was seen pulling at the hem of his shirt, crossing his arms, and decisively taking off his black hoodie.
His clothes were casually tossed on the bed. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and his upper body, with his well-defined abs, was bare as he walked out.
Looking at He Xun who was so close, he wrapped his arms around him from behind and reached out to take it, saying, "Give it to me."
His hard abdomen pressed against his back, and his hot breath sprayed out.
He Xun's ear tips suddenly turned a tender red. He gripped Mo Shilin's arm tightly, turned his head with difficulty, and met Mo Shilin's wicked phoenix eyes. He said with a hint of gritted teeth, "Young Master Mo! Can't you have some self-respect!"
*
Nine o'clock in the evening, S City, billiard hall.
On the third floor, in front of a pool table in the very center of the hall, stood two men of exceptionally striking appearance and height.
The man in the black jacket looked exceptionally handsome under the incandescent light.
His hair hung down naturally, his eyes were deep-set, his nose was high and straight, and his face was both cold and handsome, but when he made eye contact with someone unintentionally, his eyes revealed a nonchalant seduction.
He gripped the cue stick, slightly bent over, and stared intently at the target ball.
The next second, he exerted force with his wrist, and then there was a loud bang—the ball went into the hole.
Many people around had already started whispering among themselves.
"Holy crap! Isn't that Mo Shilin in the black shirt?! The one from Yun Tu?!"
"It really is! Wow, he's so handsome!"
"Do you think we can go and ask for an autograph?!"
"It's unbelievable. He's rich and handsome. What troubles could he possibly have in his life?"
"I didn't know he was so handsome even without a suit. I always thought he only looked handsome when he wore a suit."
"......"
Listening to the chattering gossip beside Mo Shilin, Li Ren casually grabbed a piece of chilled watermelon from the fruit platter brought by the waiter, plopped down on the pool table, and said with a hint of schadenfreude: "I suggested going to a private room, but you weren't happy about it. Now look what's happened, everyone recognizes you. They'll all be asking you for autographs. Let's see what you do then."
Mo Shilin glanced at him sideways and sneered, "Is it that I don't want to? How are you planning to find me a private room? Drag the guests out of the room and make me go in?"
"......"
Li Ren coughed twice: "Well... um... it's just opened! There are a lot of people coming to have fun, please understand, next time! Next time I'll definitely take you to a private room!"
Mo Shilin ignored him.
Li Ren was his classmate. They were in the same school and class in junior high and high school. Because they both liked to study computers since they were young, and because neither of them liked to play the games that the young masters of their social class played, they always had a good relationship.
—Although Mo Shilin continued his studies in computer science after university, Li Ren chose to return home to inherit the family business.
This billiards hall was just something Li Ren opened for fun. He had invited Mo Shilin, a very busy man, several times since it opened, and finally managed to get him to come out today.
Weekends are definitely a good thing.
On the other hand, although Li Ren, like Mo Shilin, never indulged in those excessive 19+ content, he was still more of a human being than Mo Shilin. After graduating from university and taking over the company's business, he was exposed to various things and did indulge in them to some extent, just not as extravagantly as other second-generation rich kids.
As an old classmate, he could somewhat understand Mo Shilin's thoughts. It wasn't that Mo Shilin didn't know how to play the game; he just had high standards, and ordinary people simply couldn't catch his eye.
Having not seen him for so long, he was quite curious to test whether Mo Shilin was still as aloof and principled as before.
A playful thought crossed Li Ren's face, and he curled his lips into a smirk, beckoning to a handsome waiter not far away.
The boy walked over quickly.
The boy's face was so tender and delicate, and when he deliberately stared at people with his wet, grape-like eyes, it was hard not to arouse some physical desire in people with weak self-control.
He gently grasped Mo Shilin's forearm, his soft waistline pressed against his body, his voice seductive: "Mr. Mo...would you like me to apply some face powder for you?"
Li Ren added ambiguously from the side, "He's a dance student who works part-time here at night. He's incredibly flexible, tsk, he can spread his legs really wide when we're doing 'that'."
Mo Shilin didn't move. He glanced at the little boy's leg with amusement, then looked at Li Ren before casually looking away: "I don't play 3-pi."
As she pulled her arm back, she remembered the expression on He Xun's face when he grabbed her arm that morning.
Shame and anger mingled with the touch of the flesh, and when it pressed against her body, her fair neck and earlobes turned a deep red, as if stained with crimson cinnabar.
His thin back trembled slightly.
The beauty was angry.
So beautiful.
I wanted to drag him into the bedroom right then and there, pin him to the bed, do all sorts of bad things to him, and then admire the look on his handsome face when he climaxed.
A sudden surge of heat rose up from my lower abdomen.
Mo Shilin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took two puffs, squinted, and uttered a rare swear word.
His body didn't resist contact with He Xun at all; the moment he wrapped his arms around He Xun's waist, he even felt a kind of exhilarating joy. It was as if his body had tried it many times before, so the moment he got close to the other person, all the muscles in his body were ready to spring to life like alarm bells.
The boy standing to the side, who was being ignored, looked somewhat embarrassed.
Li Ren wasn't surprised at all. He pulled the boy into his arms and flicked his nose, saying, "Don't be sad, baby. If he doesn't want you, I will."
Then she looked at Mo Shilin and said, "As expected of an engineering student, you're still so clueless about romance."
Mo Shilin sneered, a cigarette between his fingers: "You're not charming, you're promiscuous."
Li Ren rolled his eyes at him: "Fine, fine! I want to see what kind of celestial being you'll end up with!"
The two played ball for a while longer before ending the game at ten o'clock.
Unexpectedly, just as Mo Shilin threw down his golf club, a strange yet excited male voice came from behind him—
"Brother Shilin?!"
Mo Shilin turned around, meeting the young man's eyes. After a few seconds, he raised an eyebrow: "Yi Li?"
"It's me! Li Yili, it's so good that you still remember me!"
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