I seem to have a crush on the little follower

So during this time, when everyone saw Tang Le, they could basically see him running around wearing a little orange hat.

Those who didn't know thought he had joined some weird organization.

It was a Sunday, Tang Le came to the dessert shop early, and seeing that Wen Ming had already started making desserts, he quickly changed into his work clothes, and then stood beside him to learn.

"Brother Ming!"

From the small window of the production room and the bar, I saw someone coming in. After ten seconds, a yellow head poked in from the window, it was Xie Haotian.

"Yo, younger siblings are here too." Xie Haotian looked at Tang Le with a smile.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Hey, Zhou Fan is a whole year younger than me. I'm an adult and easy to cut. When it's time to recognize the elder and younger, I still can't be careless." Xie Haotian shook his head, and his words were justified.

Tang Le didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hit you." Seeing this, Wen Ming waved the eggbeater in his hand: "If you dare to bully our family, Tang Xiaole, what if you think your life is short?"

"Brother Ming, please say goodbye. If you dare to say 'our family', I respect you as a man." Xie Haotian clasped his fists and said.

"I'm not afraid. Wu Lang was Zhou Fan's coach before, so he can't beat him anymore."

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows, his expression under the black-rimmed glasses was very smug, he continued to beat the eggs in the bowl calmly, and didn't stop until the yellow egg liquid was completely even.

Xie Haotian was suddenly choked and speechless, he pursed his mouth, and then "hummed" from his nose, muttering: "I knew I would also learn Sanda."

"It's Taekwondo." Wen Ming said.

"He who hammers someone with two fists, isn't it just boxing?"

"You can pull it down and classify it blindly." Wen Ming teased him in dialect, and within minutes he was speechless again.

Tang Le was tidying up the materials and suppressing a smile. He never thought that Xie Haotian would meet someone who was bottlenecked in his life one day, and it turned out to be Wen Ming, a jade-faced scholar who could "carry a gun and a stick" in his words.

"By the way, why are you here?" Wen Ming finally got to the point.

"Look for Zhou Fan."

Xie Haotian turned around and sat down on the chair in front of the bar: "With Tang Le as the center of the circle, Zhou Fan will definitely be seen within a few hundred meters. I will wait here for a while, and I will definitely come."

"Don't say it, you're right." Wen Ming glanced at Tang Le, who felt uncomfortable all over Tang Le, and he clicked his tongue twice: "My recent business is soaring, the power of this middle-grade grass in the pond Ah, it can really blow up dessert shops with a radius of hundreds of miles without any grass."

Xie Haotian said: "This damn world looks at faces."

"Resign to fate." Wen Ming spread his hands.

Sure enough, within a short while, Zhou Fan opened the door and came in, carrying a bag of breakfast as usual.

"Hey? Old Xie is here too, I didn't have your share earlier." Zhou Fan walked to the bar naturally while talking, and at the same time he brought a copy to Tang Le, and politely brought a copy to Wen Ming by the way. The breakfast was separated and placed on the table.

"I know." Xie Haotian waved his hand, turned around and leaned against the wall.

After bringing the two into the production room earlier, Zhou Fan was dragged out of the door by Xie Haotian, and he came back about 20 minutes later, and the original cheerful expression on his face obviously disappeared, replaced by a deliberate smile.

Tang Le could see the change in him, but he only took a few glances and didn't ask any more questions.

Zhou Fan came to pick him up as usual when he got off work. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. It was dark and late in early summer, but it was still bright at this time, as if it was still noon.

After saying goodbye to Wen Ming, Zhou Fan rode a bicycle, Tang Le sat on the back seat, and drove slowly towards Sanliu Lane.

Zhou Fan didn't say much all the way, which was quite different from his usual rambling. Tang Le remembered what happened in the morning.

"Brother Fan, do you have something to hide from me today?" Tang Le tightened her arms around his waist.

"It's okay, where did you hear it from?" Zhou Fan said.

Tang Le thought for a while, and then said bluntly: "I think brother Haotian came to the store suddenly this morning to look for you, and then you didn't have much energy all day."

Zhou Fan paused, and hurriedly said haha: "Don't think about it, it's nothing."

"Really?" Tang Le was dubious.

Zhou Fan flicked his hair randomly with one hand, and didn't dare to answer directly.

Tang Le noticed his movements, but still sighed.Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't know, maybe he has something to hide.

The two continued to ride the bike silently. After a while, Zhou Fan coughed, and then slowly said:

"Child... I may not be able to give you a lecture tonight."

"What are you going to do?" Tang Le heard his stumbling tone, a bad premonition rushed straight into his head, and he suddenly became nervous.

"It's a little troublesome." Zhou Fan turned his back to him, and the other party couldn't see the look in his eyes, but he immediately changed his words: "But it's okay, just solve it."

"Brother Fan."

Tang Le sighed, and pressed his face against his back. Through a thin layer of fabric, he could almost feel Zhou Fan's body temperature.

Tang Le said: "I thought you were outgoing, the kind who said everything, but later I found out that you are actually better at protecting yourself than anyone else."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment: "No, don't think too much, I'm just afraid that you will be involved."

"You really don't think of me as a man."

Hearing the sound, Tang Le held his breath, and pinched him fiercely on the waist, causing him to gasp suddenly.

"How come, my little brother is the most manly, the most manly in the universe!" Zhou Fan smiled and raised his head.

"Against my will." Tang Le gave him a white look.

As soon as the voice fell, the phone in Zhou Fan's pocket began to vibrate crazily. He didn't bother to answer it, but the other party seemed to be crazy, and the phone bombarded him one after another, as if he would not stop until he woke up.

"Pick it up?" Tang Le glanced at his pocket.

"Take it out and see who it is first." Zhou Fan steered the front of the car without squinting.

Tang Le obediently took out his mobile phone. It has already indicated that there are five missed calls, including the one who is currently requesting to call, all of which are from the same number.

"It's Xie Haotian." Tang Le narrowed his eyes and read out.

Zhou Fan paused for a moment, and slammed on the brakes, almost causing Tang Le to throw his phone out. He quickly parked the car at the intersection of Sanliu Lane, then wiped the sweat from his palms, and started from Tang Le. He took the phone in his hand.

"what happened?"

Tang Le was also made nervous by his series of actions, and he stared firmly into Zhou Fan's eyes.

"It's okay." Zhou Fan wiped his face, and then made a gesture to push Tang Le back to the direction of the rental building: "You go back first, don't worry about me."

"why?"

Tang Le frowned, his feet firmly pressed against the wall, unwilling to leave: "What's the matter, tell me, what if I can help you!"

"Tang Le!"

Zhou Fan also stopped, and the phone in his hand hung up by himself. After a few seconds, that person continued to call desperately.

Zhou Fan gritted his teeth, his fingers holding the phone turned white: "Be obedient, go back."

"I don't listen!"

Tang Le got angry when he heard the sound, and snatched the phone from Zhou Fan's. Zhou Fan didn't have the slightest defense against him, and was easily snatched away.

"Tang Le!" Zhou Fan was anxious, but after all, he was not as quick as Tang Le.

The call has been quickly connected by him, and he pressed the speakerphone.

The sound from the opposite side was very noisy, and there was something broken in the background, and the sound of being smashed hard again. There was a "boom", as if a huge piece of furniture was directly smashed to the ground.

"Zizi——" is the sound of electric current.

Neither of them spoke, they listened intently with bated breath.

"Brother Zhou Fan!! My God, you finally picked it up!" A strange male voice was on the opposite side, and he suppressed his voice: "Brother Zhou Fan, where are you now!"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Fan frowned, raised his head and said to the phone.

"The boss asked me to confirm whether you have come here or not. Don't worry about what happened tonight, really! More than a dozen brothers in the factory have been knocked down, just because their people tricked the boss a few months ago. If they succeeded, several of them were thrown into the bureau by the boss, and now Zheng Yong is going to die! He must tell the boss to get out of Tangkou District, and he will not listen to any conditions!"

Zheng Yong was the bald man who went to Jixiang Road to go through Zhou Fan's troubles several times, and later tried to negotiate terms with Zhou Fan because of his sister Zheng Qing's affairs, but failed.

Zhou Fan frowned more and more as he listened, and said nothing.

Tang Le's heart was about to jump out of the side. He heard the sound of fighting mixed with the boy's speech. It was clearly the iron rod calling. If the rod fell, his arms and legs would probably be shattered and fractured.

It seems that the "boss" in the boys' mouths should be Xie Haotian, but Xie Haotian is not a member of the underworld. But this time he got into trouble with such a desperado.

"Brother Zhou Fan! Are you listening!" Seeing that no one was speaking, the boy continued anxiously: "Boss told you to call the police, and... also said that if you come here, we will break up with you!"

"Fuck!" Zhou Fan couldn't hold back, and cursed, "Xie Haotian, what's going on now!"

The boy was a little embarrassed when he heard the sound: "Boss, don't let me talk! Brother Zhou Fan, don't get excited, really don't come here, you can still suffer here for a while, you should call the police! Hurry up!"

"Did Xie Haotian stab someone?!" Zhou Fan suppressed his voice, trying to make himself appear calm.

"Poked... stabbed, but I can't take care of it now! The boss told you to call the police first, otherwise the rest of the people will be injured!" The boy's voice was a little anxious.

"What about him?" Zhou Fan asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"Boss..." The other party paused, but did not continue.

Zhou Fan closed his eyes fiercely, and the moment he opened them again, Tang Le seemed to see the terrifying red blood in his eyes.

"Then I fucking called the police now, wouldn't I fucking push my brother to jail! What did he do wrong again!" Zhou Fan growled.

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned when he heard the sound: "Brother Zhou Fan! The boss said..."

"Dudu-"

Zhou Fan hung up the phone with a "snap", only a series of busy tones remained on the speakerphone, echoing frantically in his ears.

Zhou Fan's eyes were already a little red, he kept his lips tightly shut without saying a word, turned around and pushed the bicycle to leave without saying a word.

"Brother Fan...Brother Fan!"

Tang Le chased his footsteps all the way, but couldn't catch up at all, and even tripped over a stone.

Tang Le staggered, grasping Zhou Fan's clothes tightly with both hands, trying to stop his movements with all his might.

"Brother Fan..." Tang Le saw that the other party's eyes were extremely cold, as if buried in deep winter ice, and even his movements were a little stiff, so he hurriedly hugged Zhou Fan who was already straddling the bicycle seat, his voice A little trembling in the middle: "Brother Fan, don't go! Calm down!"

"Calm down?!" Zhou Fan turned his head abruptly: "My brother was stabbed, and there was a reason why he was killed by me. I calm down? How can I calm down?"

Tang Le was stunned for a moment: "How can it be the reason for being harmed by you! You think too much!"

Zhou Fan sighed, and grabbed the front of the car again, but Tang Le didn't give him a chance, and directly raised his hand to cover his hand holding the handlebar.

"You are my boss, you are very powerful, but now is not the time to use your physical body to fight head-on with knives and sticks!" Tang Le said, his voice was already tinged with tears.

"I'm not……"

Zhou Fan seemed to be aroused at some point, his eyes were red: "I am not a boss, nor a noble person, I am just a fish that is dying of drought rolling in the muddy mud. Tang Le, can you It's my fist that protects you, not me, don't expect so much from me, I'm really useless..."

Although Zhou Fan looks handsome and good at studying on the surface, it seems that he is bound to obtain everything in life, but in fact, he also has an extremely gray side in his heart.

Those seem to be indelible no matter what, like a shadow that will always exist there.

Tang Le's eyes sank for a moment: "Don't say that, I don't care if you are hiding at home as a tortoise, or if you were hacked to pieces in the past."

Tang Le paused, and then said: "You are all my Brother Fan, and have nothing to do with these things."

Zhou Fan didn't expect Tang Le to say that, his heart seemed to be wrapped in something warm and humid, as if someone snapped his fingers in his brain, and the power under his feet suddenly stopped.

Tang Le saw that he was wavering, and hurriedly continued: "I can't listen to you this time, you only have two choices now, choose me to die with you, or go to the police with me immediately to save everyone's life .”

There was a muffled sound in Zhou Fan's throat, but he didn't speak.

"This time, listen to me, okay?" Tang Le's tone softened, and finally called softly: "Brother Fan."

Zhou Fan froze on the spot when he heard the sound, he stretched out his hand suddenly, pinched Tang Le's cheek, and kissed Tang Le's cheek hard, regardless of whether he was still outside right now.

The feeling of the teeth colliding with the teeth was a little painful and a little bit harsh. The touch was not very pleasant, but he tasted the affection on the other's lips.

As soon as Tang Le exerted force, Zhou Fan's mouth filled with a smell of blood. He just paused, and then kissed the blood, sucking the two pieces of softness.

After about half a minute, Zhou Fan let go of him.

With red and swollen lips, Tang Le looked up at him quietly.

Zhou Fan stretched out his arms, pulled him into his arms, rubbed his head in pain, and then gave a soft "hmm".

The author has something to say: Brother Fan is still extremely rational in most cases, he only loses his mind when he is poked at a certain point, but now with Xiao Tang Le, everything will be fine!

ps: Thanks to ciel and little pear angels for their irrigation~bow~