you better leave me alone

The other party might really have a grudge against him, and he rushed forward even stronger than before, directly blocking Lin Zewu against the rough wall, and the powerful impact made him frown slightly.

"Yo, the injury hasn't healed yet?"

Lin Zewu stared at him steadfastly, and suddenly said, "I've seen you before, and the golden retriever calls you short-haired."

Cun Tou was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up in a nonchalant arc, he picked up a palm-sized stone from his feet, and weighed it in his palm.

"Remember how I beat you before?"

Lin Zewu said coldly: "Extorting money from high school students...I called the police and forgot about you."

"Hold!"

Cun Tou spat, raised his hand and pinched Lin Zewu's neck, making him breathless.

"You still dare to call the police? I think you don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and do you know who you have offended?"

Lin Zewu firmly grasped the hand between his neck, and his nails dug into the back of his hand, almost piercing his skin.

Even though the air he needed to survive was being squeezed away bit by bit, he still didn't yell, and tried to keep his eyes open, with a very cold tone.

"...I only know that what you have done is against the law and discipline. I have never done it, and I will never do it in the future."

"You know what a fart." Cun Tou pointed around, "Let me tell you in advance, there is no surveillance around here, and I am not that idiot with a golden retriever."

There is no monitoring.

It seems that Cun Tou has already investigated before coming, and he came prepared, not on a whim.

"Who asked you...to..." Lin Zewu paused word by word with difficulty.

"You might as well think about it, who have you offended?" The other hand with the inch head hanging by his side reached into the pocket of his trousers.

After seeing his movements, Lin Zewu shrank his pupils fiercely, and kicked him with all his strength.

Cun Tou's attention was on his pockets, and he was kicked without noticing for a moment, and his center of gravity was unstable and he took a few steps back.

The strength in the neck suddenly decreased, Lin Zewu leaned on the wall and coughed out of breath, before Cun Tou could react, he covered his neck and fled.

"I still want to run!"

Cun Tou rushed forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled it back violently. Lin Zewu punched him in front of him with his backhand, hitting his nose tube.

Lin Zewu didn't have any strength left in this punch, and he came head-on firmly, a nosebleed immediately hanged from Cun Tou, and his eyes were a little black.

"Fuck|Your mother!"

Cun Tou raised his leg and kicked Lin Zewu's knee so hard that he could almost hear a "click", and then pressed him down with all his upper body.

Lin Zewu was in pain, and his whole back hit the wet bluestone floor, and the uneven surface stuck to his back.

The instant pain almost made his mind go numb.

The shallow puddle on the ground wet the hair on the back of his head, and it slid down the back of his neck.

It was cold and damp.

Lin Zewu was drenched all over.

"What are you running? Can you run?"

Cun Tou bit off the cap of the small bottle in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, poured a large piece on it, threw the bottle, grabbed Lin Zewu's collar to stop him from moving, and faced Lin Zewu impartially. His mouth and nose were covered.

"……let go!"

Lin Zewu bit his tiger's jaw tightly, grabbed his elbow and smashed it against the wall.

From the top down, this place is really inconspicuous in the whole city, and all the violent beatings between them are hidden in the damp corners.

Nobody cares.

Cuntou's strength was really great, Lin Zewu hit the back of his head a few times, and he took advantage of the emptiness and covered his nose.

Cun Tou was gasping for breath in excitement, his eyes were bloodshot due to the strenuous exercise, and his hands began to feel weak.

"See if you're still running away? Obediently follow me... Fuck!"

Cun Tou suddenly let go of his hand, clutching the back of his neck and fell sideways, before he touched the ground, he was picked up again and smashed against the wall.

"Fuck|Your uncle...it hurts!"

One blow or two... Then the fist followed closely, his strength was not as weak as that of Lin Zewu, who was sick, and he was full of strength with each move, making his eyes black.

When it was released, Cun Tou was already dizzy and couldn't stand up at all, "Putong" fell on his back to the ground and throbbed.

Lin Zewu gritted his teeth and stood up, looking at the figure with his back turned to him.

——Grey home clothes, wearing sneakers underneath, and the black umbrella lying on the side of the road is very familiar.

"... Wen Chen?"

The back moved, Wen Chen came back to his senses, turned around, and looked at Lin Zewu who was in a mess but standing alone against the wall, his restless heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Wen Chen's eyes moved down and stayed on his neck, his lips were tightened, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Who is he?"

Lin Zewu pressed his fist to his lips to hold back his cough, and his shoulders trembled: "The golden retriever... little brother."

Hearing that Chen stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, Lin Zewu was startled subconsciously, and the scene of being pulled and pressed to the ground by the inch head was still vivid in his memory.

I saw Wen Chen pulling him to hold his arm: "Hold on, I'll call the police first."

Wen Chen's body was very warm, and he stood very firmly. Lin Zewu held his forearm tightly, and he didn't feel the slightest sway from him.

The police station is close to this place, and the police will arrive in 10 minutes.

"You hooligans are doing something to bully high school students now, aren't you?" Ma Yang cursed.

Cun Tou was beaten to the point where he didn't see any blood. He listened to the scolding all the way, and was stuffed into a police car by Ma Yang in a daze, and took him back to the police station.

After the simple question, Wen Chen told him: "I'll take him to the hospital, and I'll see you tomorrow if I need something."

Ma Yang's eyes slanted, Lin Zewu folded his hands on his lap, sat in the police car with a sluggish expression, with his eyes closed, he didn't know whether he was resting or fell asleep from exhaustion.

The [-]- or [-]-year-old boy has yet to fully see the shadow of an adult man. Looking at him from such a distance, it feels a little pitiful.

Ma Yang put away his pen: "OK."

Wen Chen walked to the car door holding an umbrella, although he and Lin Zewu were in the same state, whether they held an umbrella or not made no difference.

Sensing someone in front of him, Lin Zewu slowly opened his eyes, and the focus of his eyes converged for a while before he saw who was in front of him clearly.

"……elder brother?"

"Go home."

Along the way, it was Lin Zewu who staggered back by himself.

When it was time to go up the stairs, Wen Chen couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. Before he agreed, he picked him up and ran upstairs without saying a word.

Lin Zewu lay on his back and didn't say a word. He was bumped several times and didn't say anything until Wen Chen put him on the sofa in the living room.

Lin Zewu fell headlong.

Wen Chen quickly bent down to check, turned his face buried in the pillow, and saw that his eyes were open, his eyes rolled, and he blinked when he looked at Wen Chen.

Wen Chen's mood was ups and downs, and he wanted to beat him up: "It's fun to scare me, isn't it?"

Lin Zewu didn't move, just lay in the position where his neck was twisted by him, and said numbly: "I didn't want to scare you, he rushed out suddenly, I thought I was going to explain where I was."

"Are you told not to go out for a few days?"

"..."

Lin Zewu fell silent.

"Silence is golden? Give me this trick?"

Wen Chen was laughed angrily, and couldn't help raising his hand to slap his ass with a "slap".

Crisp and loud.

Not very strong dull pain crawling along the tailbone to the top of the head from an unknown place, crisp and numb.

Wen Chen gritted his teeth and smiled under Lin Zewu's bewildered gaze.

"What are you looking at, want to beat me?"

Wen Chen rolled up his sleeves, simply sat on the cashmere carpet, faced him face to face, and slapped his ass again.

"Brother has a lot of tricks."

Cun Tou hit him without any scruples, using far more brute force than him, if Lin Zewu hadn't dodged a little from the beginning, his left arm might have been crippled.

At that time, Lin Zewu really felt that it was probably over.

After being beaten twice, Lin Zewu's nose suddenly turned sour.

"I have to make money," he said.

Wen Chen sounded uncomfortable: "Do you have to be in such a hurry? 5000 yuan is not enough, just tell me, and I will help you find a way."

Lin Zewu looked sleepy, and his voice was so weak that it was scattered in the air: "I can't always use your money. It's not easy for me to pay back 5000 yuan."

Wen Chen said: "It's not that I can't afford tens of thousands of dollars, I can afford it."

Relying on his monthly salary and additional investment alone, he can afford tens of thousands of square meters of houses, luxury cars, and other odds and ends at such a young age.

Even though Wen Chen usually seems to be devastated by the mortgage, these are enough to represent his financial strength.

"What does it matter to me that you can afford it?" Lin Zewu asked him suddenly, and then told him calmly and cruelly, "The relationship between us has not reached this point yet."

"..."

Lin Zewu closed his eyes: "These things can only be resisted by myself."

An unknown emotion flashed across Wen Chen's eyes, as if it was an undercurrent hidden under the sea level.

"Wen Chen, you help me and treat people like me as friends. I am very grateful to you, but there are some things I can do, and I want to do it myself."

"I don't consider you a friend."

Lin Zewu's words stopped abruptly, quietly waiting for his next sentence of judgment.

Wen Chen leaned on the edge of the sofa, staring closely at Lin Zewu who had his eyes closed, his eyes flicked across his clear eyebrows, and finally stopped somewhere.

He leaned over.

Lin Zewu's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to grab his shoulder, but was cut off halfway by Wen Chen, and pressed back firmly on the sofa.

"...Wen Chen..."

Wen Chen rubbed against his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

The kiss was so tender, almost addictive.

The light rain that had stopped outside the window turned heavy again, hitting the glass of the balcony with a "swish", which was noisy but unexpectedly calming.

After a long while, Wen Chen backed away, pinched Lin Zewu's chin, and pressed his fingertips against his ruddy lower lip.

Wen Chen's eyes were caught off guard by a cloud of dark fire, he approached his ear, whispered a word, and then bit Lin Zewu's red-stained earlobe.

"This kind of thing is usually done by friends with benefits."

Lin Zewu's jaw tightened: "...I'm not yet eighteen."

Wen Chen was very shameless: "It's only a few days, I'll count."

Lin Zewu looked at him in shock. At first glance, his face was full of astonishment, but when he thought about it carefully, "You beast" was written all over his face.

Lin Zewu couldn't say a word for a while.

Seeing his rare blank expression, Wen Chen laughed and said, "Are you in love?"

Lin Zewu: "..."

Wen Chen pinched his stiff fingertips, and kneaded them twice in a circle: "Dating a relationship, helping you make up lessons, didn't you say you want to go to college? I'll quote [-] lessons outside, think about it?"