Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

Chapter 129 Nightmare

Xu Hanchang was silent, Zhuo Wen was full of affection.

After a stalemate for 3 minutes, Xu Hanchang climbed into bed resignedly.

"Brother Xu, I'm uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable..." Zhuo Wen took advantage of the situation and turned over, pressing Xu Hanchang who had just gone to bed under him.His nightgown also fell apart, and he deliberately rubbed against others shamelessly.

Xu Hanchang pursed his lips, hiding from left to right, really unable to avoid Zhuo Wen's idiot's behavior, he couldn't help stretching out his hands to scratch his face: "Stop pretending, look at your rascal!"

After Zhuo Wen drank, he panted more intensely than usual, and it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was promiscuous in combination with his crazy movements and beautiful appearance.

It's just that Xu Hanchang suddenly held him down so rudely when he was so enthusiastic, it seemed a little aggrieved.

"Are you really drunk?" Xu Hanchang asked indifferently, leaning on the head of the bed calmly.

Zhuo Wen blinked his big watery eyes twice, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, and after a while he lowered his head dejectedly: "I'm awake."

......

Xu Hanchang frowned and folded his arms around his chest.

"Wrong, Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen blushed and looked at Xu Hanchang in shame.

"You're still willing to admit it." Xu Hanchang said coldly.

Zhuo Wen grabbed the pillow in his hand and said nothing.

"Does the leg really hurt?" Xu Hanchang asked again.

Zhuo Wen's cold sweat was about to flow down, he secretly raised his eyes to look at Xu Hanchang, and refused to say anything.

"Zhuo Wen, are you going to lie to me all the time?" Xu Hanchang asked, "I mean, are you going to get along with me in this way all the time?"

Zhuo Wen was at a loss, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

Alcohol had already begun to metabolize gradually from his blood, and even at the highest concentration, it did not affect his ability to think.

"It doesn't hurt." Zhuo Wen finally spoke, and said in a self-defeating manner.

"Then why pretend to be lame?"

"..."

"Why, is it fun to worry me?" Xu Hanchang was a little unhappy.

Zhuo Wen shook his head quickly: "No, Brother Xu, I don't want you to worry."

Xu Hanchang sighed.

"Forget it." He seemed extremely disappointed, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

Zhuo Wen's gentle thoughts and nonsense thoughts just now were all swept away, and he stretched out his hand nervously, wanting to touch him but dared not.

"Good night." Xu Hanchang turned off the light very tiredly, throwing out these two words like gold.

After drawing the curtains, the room was very dark, Xu Hanchang soon let out a uniform and long panting sound, while Zhuo Wen was beside him with his eyes open, his mind was blank.

"I was wrong." After a long time, he gently pulled Xu Hanchang's exposed sleeve, and muttered softly, "I was wrong, Brother Xu."

The room was quiet, and no one listened to his confession.

No one lifted the quilt and let him roll into the bed.

Zhuo Wen regretted and felt sad again, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up again, he felt so tired that he couldn't seem to keep his eyes open.

But the characters and scenes in front of me are very familiar.

It's his office in Prosperity Entertainment.

"What time is it?" Zhuo Wen stood up in a daze, and asked the secretary on the table next to him.

"It's five o'clock, Mr. Zhuo." The secretary looked at his watch and reminded him, "You still have 15 minutes."

Zhuo Wen nodded and said, "That's right, Brother Xu's get out of class is over in 15 minutes, and I have to go to S Daxi Campus to pick him up."

The secretary seemed to have heard something confusing: "Mr. Zhuo, what are you talking about, the board of directors is 15 minutes later, where are you going?"

Zhuo Wen shook his head, he said: "No, I postponed this meeting until Thursday, today is Brother Xu's birthday, I don't have time to do anything else."

The secretary laughed dumbfoundedly: "Ah, do you mean Mr. Xu? We haven't heard from him yet. Don't worry, the Internet is so developed now, you can definitely find him."

Suddenly, the secretary took another step closer to him, and his smile became weird and sarcastic: "Unless he is dead, isn't that right?"

Zhuo Wen snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

After speaking, he dragged his heavy legs and walked out of the office door as if he was running away, as if he was stuck in the mud and couldn't move an inch.

He opened the door of the office, and suddenly colorful sequins poured in from outside, covering his head and face.

The bustling outside looks like a hotel lobby.

"We are here today to attend the wedding of Mr. Xu Hanchang and Ms. xxx, let us bless the couple!" The emcee's voice resounded in the sky, and Zhuo Wen's ears were full of thunder.

He felt anxious and painful, and wanted to go up to see what happened.

But there were too many people in front of him, all cheering for the newcomer, and there was not even a gap for him to pass.

Zhuo Wen scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, squeezed and danced in the crowd without any image, and finally caught a glimpse.

His heart seemed to be crushed by a trampled rock, and he was crushed underneath.

It was Xu Hanchang, the man in the suit and leather shoes, smiling softly and looking at the bride across the way, was Xu Hanchang.

He will not admit his mistake, absolutely will not admit his mistake.

Zhuo Wen shouted his name loudly, but was overwhelmed by the crowd. He wanted to go to the stage, but he couldn't get around the crowd.

Xu Hanchang was in the middle, he didn't even see himself.

Zhuo Wen's voice was hoarse.After an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat on the ground in despair.

The noise seemed to be separated by a thick membrane, wrapping him and suffocating him.

The spectators in front of him seemed to have noticed something, turned around and looked at his embarrassed appearance, and they all discussed: "Who is this?"

"Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen." Xu Hanchang patted Zhuo Wen's face and shoulder lightly, "Wake up."

He was soundly asleep when he was awakened by the sound of sobbing next to his ear.

After waking up, Zhuo Wen found that his face was wrinkled, his face was covered with tears, and he was sobbing tightly wrapped in the quilt.

"What's the matter." He gently stretched his hand into Zhuo Wen's quilt, wrapped his arms around him and comforted him, "It's all fake, everything in the dream is fake."

Zhuo Wen opened his eyes suddenly, and he got into the warmest place around him like a conditioned reflex.

Xu Hanchang looked at Zhuo Wen who was desperately trying to get into his arms, and smiled dotingly: "Why are you crying like this, and having a nightmare?"

Zhuo Wen just woke up from his confusion, Xu Hanchang said it twice before he could understand what he was talking about, and nodded.

Feeling the movement of his bosom like a little beast, Xu Hanchang also stroked Zhuo Wen's back very patiently.

"It's all fake, it's all fake, don't be afraid."

With lingering fear in his heart, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but put his arms around Xu Hanchang's waist, wanting to get close to this person's body in order to confirm his existence.

Not fake.

If he didn't find Xu Hanchang, if Xu Hanchang didn't forgive him.This nightmare will really happen.

"What did you dream about?" Xu Hanchang asked after comforting Zhuo Wen gently for a long time.

Zhuo Wen said sullenly: "I dreamed of you, you don't want me anymore..."

Xu Hanchang moved his hands from his back to his head, smoothing out his hair little by little: "Thinking wildly."

Zhuo Wen turned his face to the side and kissed Xu Hanchang's palm: "Brother Xu, I was wrong. Tonight I pretended to have my foot hurt. At first, it was to get rid of that annoying classmate, and later, it was to..."

Xu Hanchang touched his face in the dark, beckoning him to continue, "Yes."

"I just want to lie to you." Zhuo Wen said self-destructively.

Xu Hanchang didn't know, so: "???"

Lending Zhuo Wen 1 guts, he didn't dare to explain the specific reason to Xu Hanchang, he could only say: "I just want to trick you into making out."

Xu Hanchang snorted: "What's the big deal, if you tell me directly, will I disagree?"

He thought about it again: "Even if you disagree, you shouldn't cry in anger."

"What's wrong with crying?" Zhuo Wen hugged his knees and looked at the wall beside the bed, "Haven't you ever cried?"

"No."

Zhuo Wen sighed angrily, turned around and sat facing the wall.

Xu Hanchang tried his best to hold back his laughter, and crawled up to him wrapped in a quilt: "Okay, our Zhuo Wen is still a 19-year-old baby, it's normal to cry."

Zhuo Wen was furious, turned back and put Xu Hanchang under him.

Fortunately, the bed in the bedroom was firm and wouldn't make any noise. Zhuo Wen was very successful in making Xu Hanchang shed some tears before letting go.

The room was filled with a touch of lust, and the two of them snuggled together and fell asleep peacefully again.

The next morning, Grandpa Xu stared at Zhuo Wen's red and swollen eye circles, and gave Xu Hanchang a meaningful look: "Can you listen to what I say, be restrained!"