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Yan Jiang He Guang's four arms and legs became numb from sitting.He was woken up by a doorbell.

"Who?" Yan Jianghe stared at the door, wondering if Zhang Cong came back again?

"Takeaway." Someone outside the door responded.

Yan Jianghe paused, then stood up: "Wait a minute."

With a pair of numb legs, he took every step, but he staggered ten steps and went through a lot of hardships, and finally opened the door.

Yan Jianghe took the things from the delivery boy.Logically speaking, Yan Jianghe should be surprised first, and then tell the little brother: "You probably delivered the wrong one, I didn't order takeaway."

But Yan Jiang didn't have any.Yan Jianghe just looked down at the takeaway list.The room number is his, the phone number is his, and the name of the receiver is "Zhang Cong".

now it's right.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." The delivery boy Yan Jiang He Chao nodded and closed the door.

He turned around and walked back crippled, only to find that it was pitch black outside the windows of the house.When does it get dark?

Yan Jianghe slapped the lamp on the ceiling with his backhand.The soft light immediately poured down.

Yan Jianghe closed the heavy curtains of the hotel, and put the takeaway in his hand on the table.He relaxed for a long time, with all his limbs and limbs, before he unpacked the takeaway box by box.

Quite rich.Two dishes and one soup, plus a box of white and tender rice.Set up a table, everyone treats each other very well.

"This bastard thing, feed the pigs." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, looked around again with lowered eyelids, he likes to eat and drink.

Yan Jianghe broke off his chopsticks and began to move his teeth.As soon as he finished scolding Zhang Cong and fed him like a pig, he ate him and became a pig himself, and even wiped out all the food and drink on the table.

He ate a lot of hot pot at noon, and he was provoked by Zhang Cong all afternoon, causing his stomach to become blocked and indigestion.Now it was stuffed too much, when Yan Jianghe put down his chopsticks, he cursed his mother so much, he waited for a long time before he straightened up and stood up.

Yan Jianghe wrapped the takeaway box together and put it in the trash can, went into the bathroom and washed it briefly, then threw himself on the bed with the word "big".

He changed the dim bedside lamp, his legs messed up the quilt, and he closed his eyes early and began to suffer from insomnia.

Yan Jianghe didn't fall asleep until around three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he didn't sleep soundly and peacefully.

The alarm clock on the mobile phone started beeping on time at [-]:[-].Yan Jianghe was called out to wake up, and after turning off the alarm clock, he threw his mobile phone onto the soft pillow and stumbled.

He has to get up to catch the plane.

Why is Beijing Yanjiang here?Why did Zhang Congyan see Jiang?Many self-evident things have finally been completely torn apart and spread out on the bright side.

The result looks like nothing has changed on the surface, but it's not.How did Yan Jiang know that something was firmly established.

Yan Jianghe packed up and went to check out with his room card.When he was waiting for the little girl at the front desk to return the card, he turned his head and looked outside the door. He happened to see a white shadow flashing past through the glass door.

It was cloudy today, and the outside was gray and gray. The shadow of the white clothes and black trousers only swayed for a while, and then immediately retreated to the side as if seeing a ghost, hiding.

No matter what, he was caught by Yan Jianghe anyway.

Yan Jianghe let out a sigh of relief, secretly slandering Zhang Cong, that bastard, who really can only open his mouth to talk nonsense.

——Before Zhang Cong left yesterday, he clearly said that he would not see him off today.

After the room was settled, the little girl at the front desk smiled politely and politely said to Yan Jianghe, "Go slowly."

Yan Jianghe laughed and nodded towards them, and changed his face when he turned his neck, faster than turning the pages of a book.Just look at him smiling but not smiling, with a strange tone like singing in an opera, and swearing: "You bastard liar, I should really kill you alive."

The little girl at the front desk behind Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe has a lot of problems all over his body, from the strands of his hair to the seam of his feet, he opened the door and went out.

As soon as he went out, Yan Jianghe was taken aback.Zhang Cong naturally hid himself well, he definitely couldn't be seen by Yan Jianghe so easily.

It's just that Yan Jianghe woke up early in the morning, and his attention or attention has been wandering around in some dark corner, but he didn't realize that it was snowing in Beijing.

The snow is very small, and the ground is only covered with a thin layer. It is estimated that it will turn into water when the sun sees the sun.There is also a little fine dross falling from the top of the head, which is equivalent to neglecting it if you don't look carefully.

Yan Jianghe reached out to catch it, but he didn't catch anything, so he just poured some water on his palm.

Yan Jianghe sighed, there was a row of taxis lined up on the side of the road, he went straight to the nearest one, opened the back seat door and got in.

"Master, Capital International Airport." Yan Jianghe said, and as soon as the words fell, he immediately stretched his head and glanced out of the back glass.

His car had just turned out, and a taxi came out right behind him.

Yan Jianghe smiled coldly, shook his head again, leaned back on the back of the chair, and pondered one more thing.

In his memory, he didn't tell Zhang Cong what time he was on the plane yesterday.

At this time, Yan Jianghe didn't bother to find out which is the earliest flight back from Beijing today, and even less bothered to speculate that in order not to miss "surreptitiously following him to the airport", what time should Zhang Cong start outside the hotel? squatting cat.

It's no fun tinkering with these things.Aside from Yan Jianghe's good and evil nature of a bandit, he is not a girl of eighteenth or nineteenth, Zhang Cong's aggrieved and pitiful posturing does not move him at all in his eyes.

At best, Yan Jianghe pointed his nose and scolded him as "insane", which was regarded as flattery.It's just that Yan Jianghe glanced outside through the glass and couldn't help thinking: "Fortunately, there is not much snow."

Sure enough, the taxi behind followed him all the way. When Yan Jianghe arrived at the airport, it stopped at the rear of the car two cars behind.

Yan Jianghe paid the money and got out of the car. The moment he closed the door, he thought——Zhang Cong said to the driver with a straight face, "Follow the car in front." What kind of nervous scene must it be.

The driver must have suspected that he had a bad start early in the morning and was a psychopath.

Yan Jianghe was happy after thinking about it.He walked into the airport, took his boarding pass, held it between his fingers, and slapped it twice.

Yan Jianghe glanced at his watch again, as expected, there was still some time left.

Yan Jianghe turned his head, squinted his eyes, and sure enough, he picked Zhang Cong without any effort.

Standing at a distance of more than ten meters from Yan Jianghe, Zhang Cong was the most conspicuous in the crowd.He is so tall, and he wears a pure white hat with a coat on his head.Yan Jianghe looked over, Zhang Cong quickly lowered his head, but still stood there motionless.

"..." Yan Jianghe turned around completely, put the boarding pass in his pocket, and walked towards Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe snorted, cursing in a low voice with pain in his liver: "This brat is not a thing, he is making a fool of himself in the middle of the pestle, even a blind person can see it."

Yan Jianghe's legs were straightened up, and he walked faster and faster.Zhang Cong lowered his head for a moment, then raised it suddenly, and found that Yan Jianghe was coming towards him.

There is no need to lie at this moment, Zhang Cong's heart beats so fast.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

The noise in the airport is very soft and delicate.Small blisters like gurgling and bursting heads, highlighting the temperature.Zhang Cong's chest was really boiling. He had never heard his heartbeat so clearly.

To be the most inconspicuous drop in the ocean in the mortal world, he lives the most violent posture, that's all.It's almost like the sound of such a loud heartbeat. ——This heartbeat is submerged in the crowd from the outside, and deafening from the inside.

Zhang Cong froze in place, unable to move his legs and feet.He stood and watched, seeing Yan Jianghe getting closer and closer step by step.Yan Jianghe passed so many people, so many people, he turned a blind eye and passed by without seeing them again.

Yan Jianghe stopped in front of Zhang Cong. He didn't speak, but frowned and glanced at Zhang Cong.

Then, Yan Jianghe stretched out a big slap, grabbed Zhang Cong's arm with one hand, and pulled him out of the airport gate without saying a word.

Zhang Cong seemed to be dragged unexpectedly, and staggered suddenly.According to Yan Jianghe's attitude of not caring about four or six, the bystanders watched the excitement, as if he was going to drag Zhang Cong outside, with the cloudy sky above his head, and beat him up in the street.

Zhang Cong's vision was partially blocked by the wide brim of his hat, and he could only see Yan Jianghe's chin, lips, and the tip of a nose clearly from the side.

Zhang Cong stumbled and said, "You...you are..."

He may have been stunned, and before he had time to take off his hat, his ears trembled from Yan Jianghe's words: "Shut up, don't act like a baby."

After exiting the airport gate, Yan Jianghe simply let go of Zhang Cong's arm. He wrapped his arms around Zhang Cong's back, pulled the man forward, and pinched the back of Zhang Cong's neck with his claws through the collar.

Zhang Cong's head was bent, and one head was completely retracted into the hat, completely unable to see Yan Jianghe.He was taken by Yan Jianghe, Hun'er probably flew to Nine Heavens to experience calamity.

Yan Jianghe held Zhang Cong to plead guilty. They walked a very long distance without saying a word. They dismissed the puzzled eyes of others. They passed all the gates of the airport and turned around the large building. They finally called Yanjiang Hesa. I found a remote corner with few people.

Excluding the choices that are absolutely impossible, no matter how ambiguous and unbelievable the remaining ones are, they all belong to the sincerity that cannot be controlled.

Yan Jianghe has never been a timid person, nor is he a person who can't afford to let go.He is not a kid, and the years have polished him into a more stable armor.

Different from the rampant and passionate love in youth, the emotions of mature age must be deep in order to be enough to support.

The pressure of society, the burden of life, and the exhaustion and tediousness of the world are not enough to just say "I dare to be" in ignorance.The responsibility of the heart to the cherished person cannot be held with enthusiasm.He needs an absolutely tenacious will, even invincible courage.

What's more, Yan Jianghe is not alone.He has a family.Both Yan Tao and Zhou Pingnan are not young anymore, can it be accepted that he stepped into a region that is difficult for ordinary people to understand?No matter how chic he is, it is impossible for him to ignore and do whatever he wants.

Not to mention tangled.Something did pop up.How dare Yan Jiang admit it.

He just never crossed the line and was as timid as a joke.Why isn't Yan Jiang afraid of being struck by lightning?I'm not afraid that he will ruin himself and Zhang Cong.

The reason why he is so deliberate, even timid, is that he is reluctant in the final analysis—he is worried that his current superficial awareness is not enough, and he does not have enough strength to bear the love that the boy dedicated to him.

That boy is Zhang Cong.It's his Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe understands everything, knows everything.But what he knows better is that he must not let Zhang Cong follow behind him like a living person pretending to be a ghost.

He couldn't take it.

With strength in his arms, Yan Jianghe threw Zhang Cong towards the wall.Zhang Cong was in pain, and his back was thrown against the wall to stabilize him.He looked up at Yan Jianghe, the back of his head was pressed against the cold wall through a layer of hat.

Yan Jianghe had no expression on his face, and while pulling up the down jacket hat on his back, he walked towards Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong's eyes widened, watching Yan Jianghe extinguish all the lights around him.

The black and white hat brims met and folded together, Yan Jianghe stopped in his footsteps, and he was completely motionless except for an unlucky head.

The two slightly cool lips were pressed together, and the tip of Yan Jianghe's tongue was psychic, sweeping out the wind from the gap between Zhang Cong's lips, and slipped in with a swipe.

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Yan Jianghe waved his hand: No, it's a forced kiss.Don't I?Evened out.