I seem to have a crush on the little follower

When Zhou Fan led the police to pry open the big iron gate behind the garage with an iron bar, Xie Haotian was already cornered, and he was still protecting the last person covered in blood in front of him.

There are countless half-person-high boxes piled up in the warehouse. Xie Haotian covered the bleeding wound on the left side of his head with his hands. Due to the reason for the blow, his consciousness has been a little slack, and he has to shake his head from time to time to get a brief sobriety.

Xie Haotian was sitting next to a wooden box in the corner, he raised his eyes coldly, scarlet blood flowed down from the top of his head along the hairline, dripped on his eyelashes, and after hanging for a few seconds, the dripped to the ground.

"Boss, bear with me a little longer, Brother Zhou Fan and the others are probably coming soon..."

The crew guard in front of him lowered his voice and hurriedly pressed the clothes on Xie Haotian's wound, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing, oozing out of the fabric at a frightening speed.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Xie Haotian held on, but the color of his lips had already turned pale. He glanced at Zheng Yong who was approaching here from the corner of his eye? , whispered: "Don't let your Brother Zou know about this."

"Understood." Hearing the sound, Pingtou gritted his teeth: "I'll give orders when I'm done."

"Ah."

Xie Haotian nodded, he tried to move his body, but just as he moved his right arm, the pain caused him to gasp, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

On the other side, Zheng Yong was also uncomfortable. He sat on the ground not far away, leaning against the box, staring fiercely at Xie Haotian who was not far away.

He tried to get up, but he was dizzy with pain all over his body, so he could only grit his teeth and barely stand up.

He never thought that he, an adult, could be beaten like this by Xie Haotian.

This person really didn't want to die when he went crazy, and he didn't care that he was so painful that his face turned blue, and he just focused on beating hard. They didn't dare to go up to him before stopping.

"Bah, mad dog, it's really fucking made of iron." Zheng Yong held the box with one hand and spat at Xie Haotian.

"Then do you think my brother's Taekwondo is for nothing?" Xie Haotian raised his head and sneered.

"Fuck. Your mother." Zheng Yong couldn't move, so he had to have a mouthful.

"Come on, fuck, I'll open my legs and let you fuck me, let's see if you can do it!" Xie Haotian resisted his dizziness, still provocatively.

"Get out, it's fucking disgusting," Zheng Yong spat, and waved his hand at the younger brother who was slightly injured behind him: "Both of you, go, give me his leg again."

"Yes, brother," the two came forward, paused again, and turned around: "Brother, which one?"

Zheng Yong's lips twitched: "Three together."

The two paused for a moment, then smiled: "No problem."

Hearing that, Pingtou's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stretched out his arms: "Damn, let me see who can come over?"

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, but before he could pick up the stick and hit him, he was thrown to the ground by the two of them, unable to move, but taking advantage of this opportunity, Xie Haotian held back Feeling the severe pain, he got up and kicked, and one of them who was bent over was kicked forward a few meters.

"Hold."

The man cursed secretly, and the two of them were about to walk this way, but just after taking two steps, the flat head bounced off the ground again, pressing the two of them tightly with their weight.

"Boss! Run!" Flathead roared.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the warehouse was knocked open, and a middle-aged man's voice shouted from the loudspeaker: "You are not allowed to run! Get down!"

What followed was the blaring sound of sirens, and a row of brawny policemen in plain clothes.

Zheng Yong's legs softened when he heard this voice, and he didn't care about his younger brother who was still lying on the ground, and ran away, but the only door of the warehouse was blocked tightly, so he could only circle around quickly, and was beaten by several people. People besieged and fell to the ground.

Several people held Zheng Yong's head and pressed him towards the police car. When he stood in front of Zhou Fan with a sullen face, Zhou Fan punched him in the face.

"You dog!" Zhou Fan suppressed his voice and cursed.

The speed was so fast and the force was so ruthless that Zheng Yong and the police next to him couldn't react to this unprepared fist, and his hands were still tightly handcuffed, and he couldn't move. It was so hard. He took the punch alive.

But the reaction of the nose was much faster than the consciousness. Two seconds later, a streak of scarlet flowed down.

"Brother Fan!"

Tang Le, who was standing behind Zhou Fan, exclaimed in a low voice. He hastily pulled Zhou Fan back, for fear that he would make any more drastic moves.

Zheng Yong was stunned for a moment, his hands were still restrained, but his body was pulled towards this side forcefully, wishing he could fly up and kick Zhou Fan in the face immediately, still cursing.

"What are you doing! Fighting in front of us? Believe it or not, I'll arrest you too?" The man who shouted just now came over quickly and grabbed Zhou Fan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tang Le hurriedly bowed his head to the man, apologizing.

Zhou Fan didn't speak, but just clenched his fists and stared coldly at Zheng Yong and his men who were escorted into the car one by one.

"Don't look at it. If you look at it again, it is impossible for you to beat him up again. If you beat him up again, you will be the one who will follow me. The law will give everyone an explanation for this matter."

The man turned his head and glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and then said, "Young man, you still have to control your anger when necessary. If you have this time, you might as well go and see your friend. The injury is quite serious, and one arm seems to be broken... ..."

Before the man finished speaking, Zhou Fan couldn't stop, he ran forward quickly, Tang Le had no choice but to bow his head to the man in apologetic manner, and then followed.

The man didn't say anything when he saw this, he just sighed.

……

By the time everything was done, it was already early morning.

After Xie Haotian's mother received Zhou Fan's call, she rushed over quickly. His father was doing business in other places and couldn't come here for a while, but at least there was someone to take care of him at this time, so it wouldn't look desolate.

Although his mother said that she was very angry at Xie Haotian's fight, but seeing him lying on the hospital bed with a pale face and hanging water, she shed tears throughout the whole process.

After a lot of tedious inspections, the preliminary inspection results have been obtained.

Concussion, broken right arm, plus multiple soft tissue contusions all over the body, all the injuries added up, just listening to it is enough to make the whole body ache.

Especially for concussions, Xie Haotian had already vomited several times while lying on a stretcher on the way to the hospital.

But his face was ashen all the time, he didn't say anything when asked, at most he just nodded and shook his head, until finally when Zhou Fan was about to leave, he tugged at the corner of Zhou Fan's clothes, and then whispered the only sentence to him.

"Zhou Fan, I really don't want to fight anymore."

Zhou Fan was still playing this sentence in his head when he was sitting on the bedside. He knew that the subtext in Xie Haotian's words was about Zou Ye as well as about himself.

Boss is not so easy to do.

Xie Haotian was bullied for a long time when he was in junior high school. He was laughed at because of poor grades. He was laughed at because no one came to the parent meeting. They caught up with the rooftop and beat them, and even threw them into the school toilet.

So he transferred directly in the third year of junior high school, and went directly to a place across the city from the original school, which is now the junior high school of this high school.

Zhou Fan in the next class only heard about these things later. He only knew that Xie Haotian didn't get along well with his classmates, but he didn't expect it to be such a bad idea.

Later, Zhou Fan left home and had no place to go, so he simply applied to Xie Haotian's school. After coming here, he found that in just one year, he had completely changed.

He also learned to smoke, and dyed a very social yellow hair. He started exercising, and when he had nothing to do, he learned a trick or two from Zhou Fan, and dressed himself up more fiercely than anyone else.

He wanted to be a man with full arms, and even though he didn't study well, he also wanted to stop being trampled under by anyone, so he chose another extreme way.

Unexpectedly, he went further and further down this road.

Even the relationship with the person you love has become precarious.

Zhou Fan sighed, and then lay down on the bed in big characters.

"Brother Fan, don't think about it, drink water." Tang Le said softly.

Tang Le poured hot water from the electric kettle, made Zhou Fan a cup of honey water and brought it over. After working for several hours, his voice was already hoarse.

"it is good."

Zhou Fan sat up, supported himself on the edge of the bed with his arms, reached out to take the glass, and drank it all with a raised head.

A sweet liquid slid down the throat, and the original dryness and pain were replaced by a strange feeling, which was both comfortable and stuffy.

Tang Le just watched him drink, then took the cup and put it on the table after drinking.

Zhou Fan lay down again, took a long breath, then looked up at Tang Le who was standing stupidly by the bed, and patted the empty quilt beside him.

"Come here." Zhou Fan said.

Tang Le paused for two seconds, didn't say anything, just obediently took off her shoes and climbed up.

He was also lying on the bed facing forward, with Zhou Fan's muscular arm resting on the back of his neck, the wall was on his right, and his chest heaving violently due to tension was on his left.

Suck--

call--

Suck--

call--

Because of the silence of the night, the sound of deliberate breathing was exceptionally clear in his ears, and those who didn't know it thought he was asleep and snoring.

Zhou Fan moved his arm, Tang Le thought that he was making him feel uncomfortable, and he was about to get up in a gesture of stress, but he was pressed back by someone pressing his head, Zhou Fan turned sideways, facing Tang Le's face straight profile.

The distance was so close that Tang Le seemed to be able to feel his breath and the temperature of his body.

Even so, he could clearly feel the uneasiness in Zhou Fan's heart.

It was a kind of indescribable uneasiness, something I had already obtained, but suddenly I was extremely afraid of losing it, afraid of anything that would hurt it.

In short, it is uneasy, extremely uneasy.

Tang Le's eyelashes trembled, and he carefully rolled his eyeballs to look to the left.

But as soon as he turned around, he met Zhou Fan's eyes directly.

The dark eyes were bottomless, like a deep pool, yet possessed a deadly attraction.

"Lele, turn over." Zhou Fan's voice was hoarse, with the graininess of an adult male in his deep voice.

It was the first time Tang Le heard Zhou Fan call himself "Lele" in such a voice, his body trembled, and his heart seemed to be poked by something.

"Hmm...Brother Fan."

Tang Le hesitated, but his body did not move.

But the person beside him didn't have this patience, he didn't care, he stretched out his arm, wrapped around Tang Le's waist, and with a force, he directly wrapped him into his arms.

"Hey--"

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief again, like the first ray of calm after being frightened, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, or the quilt in a winter night.

"You've been sighing a lot lately." Tang Le's voice was muffled.

"Um,"

Zhou Fan moved his body, put his chin on the top of his head, and wrapped Tang Le's entire small body in front of his chest, in the posture of a squirrel embracing a chestnut.

Zhou Fan continued: "I can't help it. I've been gasping a lot lately. If you don't let me sigh, I'll have to fart. The breath from a sigh is fragrant, and the fart from a sigh is stinky. It depends on which one you choose."

Tang Le was taken aback when he heard the sound, he stuck his head out of the man's arm, and gave this shameless man a blank look.

"Who gave you the courage to make you feel that you don't have bad breath?" Tang Le looked at him with contempt.

"Huh? What? Is there?"

Zhou Fan didn't care about his eyes at all, and was about to lean down as he spoke, his thin lips pressed down forcefully, and stopped two centimeters above Tang Le's lips.

The breath felt closer, Tang Le's pupils trembled, and his breathing became a little unstable.

"Try it, do you have it?" Zhou Fan kissed him as he spoke, and then raised his head again: "Do you have it? Hmm?"

After going through this cycle five or six times, Tang Le was so close that he almost lost his mind.

"Damn it, please forgive me."

Tang Le hastily stretched out his hand, pushed his restless head far away against his forehead, and said quickly: "No, I was wrong, not at all."

Zhou Fan couldn't help laughing when he heard the sound, he raised his head and laughed heartily a few times, then heaved a long sigh after laughing, and hugged the man's arm tightly.

"Do you want to say something?" Tang Le looked up at him.

Zhou Fan paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I can't hide it from you at all."

"Go ahead."

Zhou Fan paused for two seconds, took a breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Children."

"Ah."

"Am I special to you?" Zhou Fan asked cautiously. Before Tang Le could speak, he hastily added: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer."

Seeing this, Tang Le also sighed, and then said firmly: "Yes, it's very special." The last three words were emphasized with accents.

Zhou Fan lowered his head when he heard the sound, his beautiful face was close at hand, his eyes under the brow bone were deep, as if covered with a layer of mist.

Zhou Fan said seriously: "So, you also like me, right?"

Tang Le was stunned for two seconds, then went up to meet him, gently touched the other's nose with the tip of his nose, and then said word by word in a youthful clear voice:

"I know you are a particularly insecure person. In this case, whenever you want to hear it, just tell me, and I can tell you all—"

"Zhou Fan, I like you."

I'm stupid, I can't say anything earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, and I can't write love poems to tell you what I like. I don't know words, and I can't express it with all literary but vivid things.

I even took a slow shot to feel this kind of liking, and I didn't realize the suffocating longing until I was too far away from you.

Only then did I realize that I actually fell in love with you.

So I like you, I like you, I like you very much.

Zhou Fan just looked at him quietly, as if time had stood still, in a silent void, only by hugging him could he feel that sense of stability.

Zhou Fan laughed suddenly, and he pressed his forehead against Tang Le's: "After meeting you, I knew why I was so miserable in the first half of my life, because God is fair, after meeting you, life is too sweet, he is jealous Me, that's why I engage in these moths to toss me."

"God thinks you talk too much." Tang Le chuckled.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "You know, I'm left with my grandma, you and Lao Xie now, and I don't want anyone to have trouble with him."

"I know." Tang Le hugged him comfortingly.

"Hey, I'm really angry," Zhou Fan pursed his mouth, stared at Tang Le with a frown, and then grabbed his hair a little irritably: "I really shouldn't ask you to confess at this time, really, no Kung Fu enjoys the Spring Festival.”

Tang Leben was made to scold by his last sentence, but his heart softened when he saw his aggrieved expression.

Tang Le moved his body, raised his head vigorously, and for the first time took the initiative to place a light kiss on his chin.

"I know."

Tang Le said, there was a faint fragrance of oranges in his words.

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