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If they thought Zhang Yiyan had two skills just now, now they truly realized that this person could crush them in every aspect.

Yan Junge suddenly thought of a possibility. Zhang Yiyan agreed to participate this time because he wanted to teach himself a lesson, but Liu Ze and Li Cheng rushed forward first.

If we follow the order just now, the next group will be myself and Zhang Yiyan.

Then who is likely to win between himself and Zhang Yiyan? ? ?

Although I don't want to admit it, I probably may not be his match. After all, I really can't lift such a big guy with one hand.

At this time, Zhang Yiyan was already in the audience. Zhang Tianming said something to him, rubbed his head, and then the two of them left.

? ? ? gone? ? ?

Damn it, I still have a lot of things I want to ask him.

The game was still going on, but Yan Junge had no desire to watch anymore. He chased out of the venue and saw Zhang Yiyan, Zhang Tianming and Zheng Enmin talking together.

Seeing him coming, Zheng Enmin waved his hand, "Xiao Yan, if you want to attend an exchange meeting in the next few days, don't look to him for matters in the bureau. You are solely responsible for it."

Zhang Yiyan nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, Team Yan."

"Let's go, Yanyan, we have to catch a plane." Zhang Tianming had already opened the car door.

"coming."

Yan Junge nodded, "Have a safe trip, just a word."

Watching the car go farther and farther, Yan Junge still stood there, becoming more certain that Zhang Yiyan took the time to come over to teach him a lesson, but Liu Ze and Li Cheng rushed up to look for trouble.

He lowered his head and took out a cigarette case and gave it to Zheng Enmin, then lit one himself, "Director Zheng, what exchange meeting are they attending?"

Zheng Enmin blew out a smoke ring and said, "I don't understand either. It's probably some kind of folk literature. That's what he majors in."

"By the way, don't smoke in front of Yiyan in the future. He's not in good health and can't smell the smoke."

"Not feeling well?" When he just hit people, he was very aggressive and merciless.

Zheng Enmin thought for a while, it would be nice to have someone to take care of his future work, so he didn't plan to hide it.

"I have only seen him suffer from heart problems once. His face turned pale and he looked pitiful."

"It took a long time to get better. I heard from Lao Zhang that it has been a few years."

"It usually doesn't affect my life and work, so he didn't say anything."

"Tell those idiots to stop smoking and cherish life."

After Zheng Enmin finished speaking, he crushed the cigarette butt and turned around gracefully, leaving Yan Junge messy in the wind.

Yan Junge looked at the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, threw it on the ground and stamped it out. He recalled in his mind the first action, when Zhang Yiyan suddenly got out of the car and hid in the bathroom with a white face.

And on the night when I was looking for He Chong, I saw that he looked bad, but I didn't ask any more questions. I even locked the car door and asked him to walk back in the middle of the night.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had gone too far. I put the cigarette case firmly into my pocket and walked back.

That night, a group of people came to the Taste Building for dinner again, and the topic turned to Zhang Yiyan again.

Le Sheng held the wine glass with an exaggerated expression, "I'll go, luckily I didn't confront him, otherwise I wouldn't have enough for him."

"Originally, I thought his movements were neat and agile, but it wasn't until he lifted up Dacheng that I realized he was a master."

Li Cheng drank a glass of wine silently, blaming himself for being short of mouth.

"Hey, Dacheng, how much do you weigh? Why do I feel like this is so unreal today?"

I don't know who shouted, and someone echoed a few times.

Li Cheng sighed, "163 pounds, just weighed this morning."

"Fuck, fuck, you're such a jerk."

Huang Yong stood up and patted his general's belly, "I'm about the same as Li Cheng. How many punches do you think I can take?"

Li Qian thought for a while and then said, "Brother Huang, if you fight Zhang Ke, it's a three-to-[-] draw."

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ranran answered, "Zhang Ke will beat you and cry seven times in three minutes."

"Fuck,,,"

"Hahahahahaha, awesome, hahaha"

There was a lot of excitement in the box, and someone suddenly said, "Hey, why don't you see Zhang Ke coming to eat?"

"Brother Yan, you didn't invite him?"

Yan Junge took a sip of beer and said, "He is on a business trip. He is attending some folk culture exchange meeting. He is not in City A."

Li Qian clasped her hands together, with a look of yearning and admiration on her face, "Young and promising, good-looking, smart, with incredible strength, he is simply a male god."

"I declare that Zhang Ke will be my male idol from now on."

"Okay, okay, your male god."

Le Sheng came over burping from wine, "Qianqian, then I will be your number two male idol."

"It's a beautiful thought, get out of here,,,"

"hahahahahahahaha"

Shen Ran also slammed the table and announced in a high-profile manner, "Then I also want Zhang Ke to be my male idol."

"Let me go, there are three girls in total, and two of them recognize him as their male god. That's too much." Le Sheng was very dissatisfied.

Shen Ran pushed him, "What do you have to be dissatisfied with? You have the ability to defeat others."

"You fight with Zhang Ke nine times, and I will punch you to death nine times."

"hahahahahahahaha"

Huang Yong also followed Lele, "Then I'm better than Lele. I'm [-]-[-]."

"Hahaha,"

"Brother Huang, why are you proud?"

"Why aren't you proud? The one sitting here probably can't be beaten anyway. Let's not dislike anyone."

"Damn, that seems to make sense."

The noisy drinking continued until 12 o'clock before the group broke up and everyone went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.

Song Qing helped Yan Junge to the apartment where he lived, helped him to the sofa, and went to make sobering soup.

While the soup was simmering on the pot, Song Qing folded his arms and thought about something. He always felt that Yan Junge had been in a bad mood since the afternoon and was a little depressed. He occasionally said a few words during meals, and spent most of the rest of the time drinking.

I have been staring at my phone these days, sometimes frowning, sometimes happy.

I wonder if a woman in love is too sensitive, she can't help but make random guesses.

The two started living together 4 months ago and have been living together for 2 months now. She is afraid of rumors and has never told anyone about their cohabitation. Yan Junge doesn't care and has always emphasized that just be yourself.

Although she said that, people's words are terrible, and she didn't want her life to be used as a talking point.

Neither of them has a pretentious temperament, and their lives are busy and fulfilling. Except for the occasional friction in their living habits, everything else is pretty good.

Although she is capable and courageous at work, she is still prone to overthinking and worrying about Yan Junge's recent abnormality.

The pot boiled and the lid banged, bringing her back from her thoughts.

After carrying the sobering soup out of the kitchen, the scene in front of her shocked her, so she put the soup bowl aside first.

He took a few deep breaths, frowned and looked in front of him, his forehead twitching.

Yan Junge vomited, vomiting on the sofa and carpet. She liked the sofa very much and would sit there for a while almost every time she got off work. It took her a long time to carefully select the carpet that she liked.

I took a few more deep breaths and found gloves and a mask.

She had mysophobia and couldn't bear it. She suppressed the discomfort and gave Yan Junge warm water to wipe away the dirt on her face.

"Come and drink the hangover soup, and then go take a bath."

Yan Junge drank half the bowl honestly, and then he shouted not to drink anymore.

"Yan Junge, get up and take a shower."

But Yan Junge just looked at her and made no move. He had been worried about Zhang Yiyan since the afternoon, and drank a lot in the evening.

Thinking in my heart, I couldn't help but mutter, "One word,,,"

Song Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't hear it clearly, but he was sure that it was not his name.

After enduring it again and again, I leaned closer and finally heard vaguely, "I'm sorry..."

",,,"

Why was Zhang Yiyan's name called? Was it because Zhang Yiyan's words in the afternoon made him feel guilty? should be.

After a lot of effort, Yan Junge finally cleaned up and put it on the bed. He suppressed his nausea, put on a new mask, and started cleaning the dirt on the sofa and carpet with new gloves.

Do a simple cleaning first, and then hire a professional cleaning company to come to your home.