Yuanjia Road is narrow

Shen Yingxun felt really annoyed.

Ever since he met this person, he always had inexplicable reactions that didn't match his age and experience.

But the mood that had been gloomy for a long time finally became clear at this moment, so that he didn't want to ask any more questions, just to stop destroying the rare beauty.

Shen Yingxun put on a straight face, pinched his waist in retaliation, and saw that his body was trembling because of the sensitive point, so he withdrew his hand in satisfaction: "Get in the car."

Qian Yan was startled, and let go of him involuntarily.

Until Shen Yingxun sat in the driver's seat, Qian Yan was still standing there in a daze. He poked his head out of the car window and said impatiently: "If you don't come up again, you plan to walk back by yourself?"

Only then did Qian Yan wake up from a dream, and hurriedly opened the door and sat in.

Shen Yingxun coughed dryly, turned his head, and rubbed his neck again. Seeing Qian Yan looking at him with concern and doubt, he pretended not to care and said casually: "The necks of the people who slept in the hotel last night were sore."

Qian Yan was stunned for a while before he realized what he meant, and a real smile he was familiar with floated on his lips: "You should wash up first when you go back tonight, and go to bed early."

Shen Yingxun's hands trembled when he heard the words, and he almost broke the car keys.

Seeing Qian Yan's sly smile, Shen Yingxun snorted coldly, started the car, and pulled off the scarf on his face.

The smile on Qian Yan's face turned into surprise, and he said in amazement: "Mr. Shen?!"

"What's your name?" Shen Yingxun said coldly, "It's just a small injury."

The corners of the mouth were bruised and swollen, although it wasn't serious, but it really affected the image.

Qian Yan thought to himself, seeing that Shen Yingxun's eyes were not friendly, how could he dare to speak out, he just leaned over and touched his face distressedly, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you fight with someone?"

Shen Yingxun glared at him unhappily, and flitted lightly: "I quarreled for a few words, I couldn't hold it back."

Qian Yan thought for a while, then asked again: "Is that guy good at fighting?"

In the impression that Shen Yingxun's good skills are no longer invincible, it is really hard to see that he can be easily injured by others.

Shen Yingxun snorted, and was about to say that that person had already been beaten into the hospital by himself during the day, but on second thought, he was afraid that that person was playing tricks, and he would feel distressed if he found out later, so he simply said: "Of course, otherwise I would be beaten into nothing." so?"

Seeing Qian Yan looking at him in disbelief after speaking, he obviously couldn't accept the fact that someone could fight better than him, and he couldn't help regretting that he had lost face, and quickly added: "That guy is not much better. "

"Okay," Qian Yan burst out laughing, "Mr. Shen has finally met his opponent."

With a gloomy face, Shen Yingxun stepped on the gas pedal.

When he got home, he planned to have a quick wash, but Qian Yan dug out the medicine box out of nowhere and dragged him to the living room to help him apply the medicine.

Shen Yingxun couldn't help it, thinking about the guy who was beaten by him, he might still be lying alone in the hospital, but he still felt good, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, Ren Qianyan carefully applied the cool ointment to his face little by little.

After a while, Qian Yan held his face in his hands and looked at it carefully: "It's all right."

Shen Yingxun lazily opened his eyes, and met the worried eyes of the other party: "Next time, don't fight with others, it won't pay to hurt others or suffer yourself."

Shen Yingxun curled her lips in disdain: "What can I suffer?"

Hearing that his mouth was still stiff, Qian Yan gently touched the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab, and seeing that he grinned in pain, he said, "Look, it's all disfigured, and I don't know if it can be removed."

Shen Yingxun didn't care much about his appearance at first, but when he saw Qian Yan staring at his face with a look of pity, he got upset and said stiffly: "What? If my face is ruined, you are going to cheat ?”

Qian Yan shook his head and laughed, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I want you to become whatever you want."

Shen Yingxun stared straight at him, throbbing in his heart, which made him almost speechless. After a long time, he raised his hand, pulled him into his arms, and roughly tore his clothes.

"Uh..." Qian Yan knelt on him, still trying to struggle: "Boss Shen... medicine..."

"Repaint later."

After finishing these four words sonorously, Shen Yingxun stopped talking nonsense and directly blocked the sound he wanted to make with his mouth.

The sofa creaked with the intense movements of the two, and it took a long time before it slowly quieted down.

Qian Yan lay on his chest, his face was flushed, and he was panting rapidly. After a while, he looked down at the mess on the sofa, and said helplessly, "Can you change the place in the future?"

After all, he was the one who did the hard work, and it was much easier to wash the sheets than to clean the sofa.

"Hmm..." Shen Yingxun was still reminiscing about the aftertaste just now, and pushed him ambiguously, and spoke lazily, with a hoarse voice: "Where do you want to try? The table or the floor? The window or the kitchen?"

"..." Qian Yan immediately shut up knowingly.

The two hugged each other, and neither of them spoke again. Just when Shen Yingxun was almost drowsy, he heard Qian Yan shout: "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yingxun managed to pull himself together and hummed.

Qian Yan hesitated for a while, and then said: "You asked me that day, when did you fall in love with the man. I didn't cheat the marriage. When I married Yang Yang's mother, I didn't like men yet."

Shen Yingxun was so excited that his drowsiness disappeared for a few minutes, and suddenly he felt a sour taste rushing straight to his forehead: "Just because of that guy, did you change your sex?"

Qian Yan fell into a trance with memories, and didn't care about the jealousy in his words: "Wang Jian, that's the man you saw yesterday. We met more than three years ago, and Yang Yang is three years old."

Shen Yingxun understood that he wanted to talk about the past, but he couldn't tell whether he was nervous or looking forward to it, so he raised his chin to signal him to continue.