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Chapter 13: Which man loves you so much?

How many good brothers do you have?

Author: Zhitang

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Which man loves you so much?

　　Liang Shen's tall body pressed the man against the wall with a strong sense of oppression. He took off his elegant shirt and casually tied a bath towel around his waist, revealing his strong chest, which was even dripping with water marks. There were also a few old scars on it, showing the wildness and danger in the man's bones.

　　Jian Shangwen's wrist felt stinging because of the strong grip, and he finally couldn't help sighing, with some complaints in his voice: "Be gentle, this is my hand, not a toy made of mud."

　　Liang Shen's eyes fell on his wrist. The man's eyes with gold wire frame narrowed slightly, and his voice was gentle: "I found out in the afternoon, my wrist is so blue, which man did it? Tell me, I will teach him a lesson for you."

　　If people who don't know Liang Shen, I'm afraid they will really be deceived by his considerate appearance.

　　In fact, only Jian Shangwen knew that as long as he dared to admit it, Liang Shen would definitely make him look bad.

　　Jian Shangwen looked at his dangerous eyes, knowing that this was not a good time to provoke him, so he said lightly: "No one, I hit it myself."

　　Liang Shen lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist. Suddenly, he leaned over, and the man's handsome face approached his wrist. Some warm breath fell on the purple skin. When he looked up again, he smiled: "Star grass ointment, this is a good thing. The price of one bottle is enough for a poor guy like you to buy a house in the outer ring. Which man loves you so much?"

　　He smiled gently, but the white teeth exposed were like the sharp blade of a dangerous venomous snake.

　　Jian Shangwen said calmly: "I asked the program team for it myself."

　　Liang Shen frowned.

　　"Is it not possible?" Jian Shangwen endured the pain of his wrist being tightly grasped, raised his eyes and looked at him: "The injury I got in the program team can also be considered a work injury."

　　Then Liang Shen smiled with sarcasm.

　　However, the young master finally stopped forcing the man against the wall, and instead pulled Jian Shangwen's arm and threw him onto the sofa. His movements did not seem large, and could even be considered casual, but how could a racer's strength be small? The man thrown onto the sofa could barely keep his body steady.

　　The lights in the room were dim, but the purple marks on the slender wrists of the man on the sofa were made more horrifying by his fair skin. His waist hit the armrest of the sofa, making a muffled sound. It was obviously extremely painful, but the man on the sofa did not groan.

　　Liang Shen stood on the carpet, looking down at him, and said with contempt and casualness: "Take off your clothes yourself."

　　Jian Shangwen slowly sat up from the sofa and said: "Not tonight."

　　Liang Shen smiled, his smile was gentle and gentle, but only those who knew him knew that this was a dangerous signal: "Do you want me to come in person?" Jian

　　Shangwen looked up, his face was pale, but it added a bit of fragility to his bright face. The corners of his beautiful peach blossom eyes were stained with some red, like a touch of beauty from peach branches and leaves, and his voice was a little lazy: "The program team will record the favorability vote later. Aren't you still pursuing Wen Jin? Are you sure you want them to see it?"