Love Delusion - Chapter 37

At the beginning, the original author of the rumored post was found out, and the course of the matter was roughly clarified.

One thing is more unexpected, that person is also Lin Anran’s group friend, that is, a member of the virtual lover group.

The man just knew Lin Anran’s painter from the very beginning, and he became curious the moment he saw him join the group. He followed Lin Anran’s homepage and flipped through it, so he saw what Lin Anran published at the time. Article hand in hand dynamics.

Using the mode of thinking of saving others by himself, he quickly reacted to the truth and felt that he had discovered the “secret.”

So after seeing Lin Anran’s last two news in a row, the small group within the company couldn’t help spreading this gossip.

Shang Hao is his top boss. If there is a chain of contempt in the diamond king’s fifth circle, this character is undoubtedly the top tip. So it was very topical, and his gossip quickly got repercussions.

Conscious that he was the only one who discovered the secret, his desire for expression became more and more uncontrollable, pretending to be a passerby and published such a pleasing essay on the forum.

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Things developed to the back, just as they saw it. The lawyer is already going through the notarization and litigation process, and I believe there will be results soon.

President Shang had just got off the plane and ordered his little brother Lin Anran to sleep with him.

The little brother went to bed happily, only to realize that he was being used to suck.

After a few days of not seeing each other, Shang Hao touched his body, and he looked a little dazed. Lin Anran’s two wrists were clasped by him, separated on both sides of the bed to prevent him from moving, Shang Hao’s people pressed heavily on top of him. He buried his head deeply on the side of Lin Anran’s neck, with his chin resting on his shoulders, his face pressed against the skin of his neck.

This posture of sticking together has a fascinating effect, and the breathing becomes lingering and soothing without realizing it. At this moment, the two became animals that cross their necks and sleep.

Shang Hao’s phone on the bedside vibrated at this moment, breaking the silence in the room. Lin Anran managed to mobilize his gaze, looked at the phone by the bedside, and then at Shang Hao on him. Shang Hao remained motionless, and stayed on him for a long time, gradually becoming impatient with the naked eye. Finally, just before the ringing stopped, his hand reached the phone that had been buzzing.

He got up from Lin Anran. However, Lin Anran was still suppressed, and he had no intention of letting people go.

Lin Anran had to be pressed down by him to see that he connected the call.

Because the surroundings are quiet enough, it can be distinguished that the slight human voice on the phone is speaking at this time, but the content is inaudible. Shang Hao listened to the report on the phone and looked at Lin Anran who was lying on the bed. The arm beside him was raised, and his fingers fell on Lin Anran’s face.

Shang Hao replied a short “um” to the person on the phone from time to time. His hand stroked the line of Lin Anran’s face very slowly, plucking the strings to lift up his long hair scattered on the bed, and his fingers slipped. Going over his neck, falling on his shoulders, peeking into the collar, trying to get in.

Within the time of a phone call, Lin Anran was uncomfortable by this kind of caressing. He wanted to stop the messy hand, but he didn’t dare, so he continued to be slaughtered until Shang Hao ended the call.

After putting down the phone, President Shang continued to bury him, taking Lin Anran as his favorite pillow of his life.

“I love you too, of course. I love you too.”

He said the word “love” several times in a row. However, the person seemed to be really tired, and he could not persist in inhaling Lin Anran for a while. Soon his breathing became smooth and he fell asleep in Lin Anran’s body.

Pillow Lin Anran hasn’t slept yet. The weight of the two people caused the bed underneath to sink. He felt the weight of his body and the steady frequency of Mr. Shang’s exhales and breaths. At this moment, he gained a short and extremely solid sense of security.

It was as if I finally encountered an island in the middle of a long voyage. At least people are indeed by their side at this moment, and will not leave.

Lin Anran relaxed, but he was not willing to sleep yet. Mr. Shang has finished sucking him, and he also wants to **** Mr. Shang without interruption.

He raised his head and silently stared at Shang Hao’s sleeping side face.

Nothing has changed. Lin Anran thought to herself.

From the profile of this person’s profile to the feeling he gives, it seems that there has been no change. It was the same as the young Shang Hao who helped him move the table many years ago. In Lin Anran’s life, he has always been so reliable and safe.

You said, God will specially arrange one person to protect another person?

Lin Anran was warm-hearted, and while President Shang was asleep, she secretly pouted and kissed his hair. His chest was pressed by Shang Hao, and he could only get here.

He just said “I love you too” several times. At this moment, Lin Anran’s dazed plant also had a brave idea. He wants to learn to speak.

He used to be like a plant growing alone and quietly, with few desires and demands expressed. Even if it appears occasionally, it will pass after a forbearance, no more.

But since he was with Shang Hao, he didn’t know why he had a lot more things he wanted to say, every day, sometimes a lot, so much so that Lin Anran had to draw dementia comics to solve it. Sometimes, very rarely, Lin Anran wanted to stay by his side without doing anything.

The same is quiet and quiet, usually quiet and quiet, Shang Hao is here, he is happily quiet.

Although it may not be obvious. After all, no one can tell whether a quiet plant is happy or unhappy now.

It seems that no one other than him would do so many things secretly, adding strange group chats, leaving a message to Shang Hao secretly, and drawing his paintings. Lin Anran didn’t want to have to say anything.

The time in the morning is used to make up for sleep. The two got up at noon and had a takeaway meal. In the afternoon, Lin Anran painted and the head of the business went to the company.

Since yesterday, Lin Anran has not dared to look at the phone too much. However, the information bar of his mobile phone was always in a super-full state. Even so, the news of several software was still increasing rapidly, and Lin Anran had to turn on the mute.

Sudden exposure is accompanied by a sharp increase in orders. Lin Anran grabbed the full information as much as he could, and anxiously found that the sheets he had to draw had already piled up until next year.

The number of fans of his account has also doubled from the original base number, and the private mailbox is filled with a lot of invalid information.

After finally processing these appointments, most of the afternoon passed. Lin Anran got up from the chair prostrably, still had to work, to paint, to paint…

He held the pen stubbornly.

However, after Lin Anran had checked the information and made all the preparations, after the equipment was in place, a new email came in his mailbox, which was a feedback from the previous manuscript, and the other party pointed out that there were several points that needed to be revised.

Looking at the clock, the afternoon time has passed.

At this moment, Lin Anran felt a sense of exhaustion that he had been busy and enriched the whole afternoon, but in the end a task was not completed.

He didn’t want to face the screen anymore. He put the manuscript aside first, and people lay down on the table for a while. He was in a daze thinking about things, and he touched the penholder again without realizing it.

Ten minutes later, the no-brained draft stream was updated, and this time there were more frames.

Dementia suddenly had a dream.

In the dream, the round head dementia suddenly became bigger. It became a huge dementia the same size as Mr. Shang.

Although the two people’s style of painting remained unchanged, President Shang had a cartoon face, and his demented face was two black beans and a circle, and it had a stick figure face.

In the next grid, Mr. Shang leaned over and posted a dazed face.

President Shang kindly gave Dementia Ranran a kiss.

After his people retreated, a magical scene appeared, and his mouth was also printed on the lower half of the blank face of dementia, and dementia grew out of a very handsome lips!

Dementia can speak!

It was very happy. But what is strange is that all the words that come out of that handsome mouth are little loves one by one.

It looked at President Shang suspiciously, only to find that President Shang opened his mouth and sent love to him.

It turns out that its mouth was given by Mr. Shang, so like Mr. Shang, it can only emit love.

Dementia suddenly used his brain and continued to speak with his mouth open. This time, the countless small hearts it spit out slowly formed a “sorry” shape.

Ran Ran showed that “sorry” to Hao Hao.

I’m sorry.

The small comic is over here. Lin Anran put down the pen.

Rough draft flow, completed quickly. Lin Anran stared at her painting empty, stretched out on the chair exhaustedly.

While continuing to trance, Lin Anran heard footsteps from outside the door. At this point, Shang Hao should be back.

Lin Anran was about to end today’s work first. He tidied up the desktop and looked up when he heard the “ranran”. At that moment, he was frightened.

Lin Anran was very familiar with the things that President Shang was carrying in his hands at this time, and he was so familiar with him that he couldn’t forget.

——Isn’t that the suggestion box in the lobby on the first floor of Tianneng? !

Lin Anran remembered the one he had put in the thank-you letter in.

Shang Hao: “Ran Ran.”

When Lin Anran heard the sound, she turned her dazed gaze to him.

Although I have voted for a thank-you letter once, even if it is to commemorate our love, there is no need to take it down…

“I’m going to put this thing in our house.” He said, “Don’t you like to write letters?”

Lin Anran had already walked to President Shang, and he stared at the small box on the ground in confusion.

Shang Hao: “If you write to me in the future, I will see it. This is our suggestion box at home.”

Lin Anran confirmed that this is really the suggestion box. Like all official suggestion boxes, a neatly-looking alloy box.

It’s like the kind of small house made by humans according to their own aesthetics for birds, the bird’s house.

This box is also the same, it is the demented Ranran home that Shang Hao brought back for Lin Anrante.

Because he couldn’t speak, Shang Hao wanted him to write letters, whatever he wanted, as long as he was willing to write.

Shang Hao didn’t have time to take off his coat, so he began to study the screws on the box, and said to Lin Anran without looking up, “I’m afraid you will be bullied in the future, I don’t know.”

Lin Anran stood watching him, speechless.

“Although you can handle it sometimes…” Shang Hao said, starting to compare the quantity.

Lin Anran thought that according to his defiant personality, the next sentence should be: “But it’s a bit worse than me”, and so on.

Shang Hao finally decided to hang the mailbox by the door. He finished the rest of his words, his tone was unquestionable: “Although you can be great, but I want to help you.”

Because of these words, Lin Anran was stunned.

He really couldn’t speak at all.