The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

"..."

Jiang Nan's persistence made Tang Yan doubt that this man really couldn't feel pain.

Because the arc he stretched out his fingers was obviously beyond the limit that ordinary people could bear.

If you break even an inch, it will break, which will definitely hurt.

Jiang Nan's eyes were red and she clenched her fist tightly, shaking in pain: "...um..."

"You are really..." Tang Yan looked at the red fingers on his legs and frowned in compromise.

Take your hand back and let him hug you.

"Jiang Nan, are you mentally ill..."

A normal person would not sit in the hallway waiting for hours at his door.

Normal people would not give up despite this kind of pain, and would be so stubborn as to be pathological.

So, he was scared out of the island plane?

No one in the silent carriage answered him.

The boy whose fingers had just been violently broken by him was still clingy as if he had never hurt him.

The moment he said the words 'It's up to you', she leaned directly against his legs and hugged him wildly, rubbing her warm cheeks against his knees.

But her eyelashes were wet and still trembling, and she looked like she had been greatly wronged.

"..."

Jiang Nan felt aggrieved.

He just wanted to be next to Tang Yan, and he didn't do anything wrong.

But Tang Yan pinched his fingers so hard that it hurt.

The boy's voice was almost broken, and his sobs were painful: "...You have gone too far, boss..."

"——Am I going too far?"

Tang Yan relaxed back into his seat and rubbed his brows with his fingers.

"You should be lucky to have good qualifications, otherwise you would have been thrown under the bus by now."

If someone else dared to hug him while drunk and act like a drunkard, it wouldn't be as simple as having his fingers ripped off.

This level is not even a punishment at all. At best, Tang Yan plays with him!

The car was parked in the office's underground garage.

The driver sat stiffly and didn't move at all, quietly turning his head to look out the window.

The boy with short silver-blue hair was being held on his waist. He had his eyes closed and his arms were wrapped around the boss's neck and he was hugging him tightly.

Under the light blue overalls, his legs swung twice in the air and quickly found something to cling to, and successfully clamped them onto the waist of the black shirt.

The boss reached out to press the elevator button and made no other moves.

He let the person in his arms wrap his legs around his waist and carried the boy into the elevator with one arm on his hip.

But in fact, Tang Yan didn't feel how ambiguous this action was at all.

It’s no different than him holding a kitten or puppy.

*

"What's the password to your room?"

Tang Yan grabbed the boy's overalls at the waist and asked impatiently.

The entire sixth floor was quiet. After all, Song Xiaolou and Cheng Ze were not here. Cheng Ze was staying in the bar with Andy and the others tonight.

In front of him was Jiang Nan's door, which needed a fingerprint to unlock it.

But Jiang Nan put her hand on the back of his neck and hugged him, unable to pull it off. If he pulled hard a few more times, he would have to wear a bandage tomorrow.

Jiang Nan opened his eyes and looked at the corridor, his eyes falling on the place where he had been sitting hugging his knees for a long time not long ago.

He sat on the plush carpet in that position and made a small pit, which can still be seen now.

He did not answer Tang Yan's question.

He leaned against Tang Yan's ear and remembered something, his voice was hoarse.

"...You lied to me, you said you would be back soon...I don't want to be left here alone, I don't want to be left alone."

"password."

Tang Yan's patience has been exhausted to the extreme.

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you came back and asked that foreigner to fight with me. It was he who provoked me first..."

Jiang Nan's tone sounded like she was about to cry, and she asked sadly.

"Boss, why didn't you take me with you when you went fishing?"

"You must be sick, why should I take you?"

Tang Yan was annoyed by his nagging, so he simply carried the person to his room with a cold tone.

"There is a limit to being drunk and crazy. Don't challenge my endurance."

"......Oh."

Jiang Nan buried herself in his shoulder and sobbed.

Tang Yan opened the door to his room and closed it.

The main color of the living room is dark gray, and a golden sword hangs on the wall as a decorative sword.

He threw the phone into the entryway cabinet, changed into slippers and carried the person to the sofa.

Hearing the irritated sobs in his ears, he asked: "What are you feeling wronged about?"

Jiang Nan was asked about her idea.

He felt refreshed and shouted in Tang Yan's ear with choked sobs——

"A nosebleed is his trash, why should he ask me to apologize?"

"Don't you know the rules of the ring? How could you rush up and hit me?"

The voice became smaller and smaller, and fell softly on his shoulders.

"...You hit me and threw me to the ground, but you didn't even apologize to me..."

"You really think you're not wrong at all," Tang Yan bent down and put the person on the sofa, but he was still held in his arms and wouldn't let go.

"Relax or I will remove your arm."

"..."

Jiang Nan loosened his arm a little, and was soon pulled off and thrown into the sofa!

He wanted to sit up but was so dizzy that he could only fall down on the sofa and turn to look at Tang Yan, unable to open his eyes.

"...I'm right, that's right."

"Andy has just recovered from a serious leg injury. It's just a fluke that you took advantage of him. How dare you hit him so cruelly and without mercy?"

Tang Yan turned around and opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of ice water and returned to the sofa.

Sitting on the black leather single sofa next to Jiang Nan.

He touched the drunk man's red cheek with the cold bottle and called out in a cold voice.

"Get up, drink some water, and wake up. When you wake up, go back to your room and sleep."

Of course Jiang Nan didn't have the strength to pick up the water.

He looked at Tang Yan with confused eyes, and the pink puppy brooch on his chest was teetering.

"He was shaking his neck at me and wanted to fight me. I just accepted the fight!"

"Besides, you have to fight when you go into the ring. Can't I just take a beating... and not be able to fight back?"

He had just recovered from a serious leg injury, and no one had told him about it.

"..."

Putting it this way, Tang Yan is actually a bit wrong?

His original intention was to see Jiang Nan actually agree to compete with Andy, so he planned to let Andy teach this kid a lesson and remember not to accept the challenge rashly in the future.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Nan was quite good at fighting, which would make the scene turn out like that.

"...Forget it, Andy doesn't care about it, let's not mention it."

Tang Yan unscrewed the ice water and put it into the hands of the boy lying on the sofa.

"Well," Jiang Nan curled up her fingers because of the cold water, not wanting to touch it, and curled her lips, "But you haven't apologized to me yet, boss."

"Why should I apologize to you just because I stopped you from hurting Andy?"

Tang Yan stood up and drank a few sips of ice water, preparing to take a shower and go to bed.

When he put the water bottle on the table, he turned his head——

The boy on the couch took off his overalls.

"?"

Tang Yan glanced casually.

Jiang Nan wore a white bottoming shirt on her upper body, only reaching below her belly button.

Other than that, there is only a pair of pure white cotton boxer briefs. The two legs are dazzlingly white under the warm light. The muscles are well-proportioned and the legs are very straight.

But at this moment, there are five or six red, swollen and bruised spots on the legs.

Especially the red and eye-catching scar on the inner side of the calf. Jiang Nan deliberately raised her leg and showed it to Tang Yan in an aggrieved manner.

"..."

The tall man stood in front of the black leather sofa, speechless for a moment.

The boy in front of him tremblingly raised one leg, and his foot almost stepped on him.

She took off only a pair of shorts in front of him, her expression was pure and ignorant, and she had no defense at all.

Tang Yan quickly turned away and stared at the enamel vase next to him.

"I didn't hit him that hard."

He was very measured and there was no way there would be such severe redness and swelling.

"You were the one who hit me..."

As Jiang Nan spoke, her legs were already weak and hanging in the air.

His white feet formally landed on Tang Yan's tight abdomen through the black shirt.

The toes moved very lightly, rubbing Tang Yan's strong abdominal muscles, which was very warm and comfortable.

then--

Don't be afraid of death and step on the ground.