you have to talk to me

"Mengmeng..." Too many things happened in the past two days, Yang Fan seemed to have a thousand words stuck in his throat, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to comfort Feng Jimeng.

"Your dad was just impulsive. When he calms down, or when he is older in two years, he will regret what he said today."

Feng Jimeng turned to look at Yang Fan, smiled at him, and put his hand on his hand holding the steering wheel: "Brother, I'm fine."

Yang Fan took a deep look at Feng Jimeng, then turned back.When he opened his mouth to speak again, his throat was a little choked and he couldn't make a sound: "Yeah."

"I will treat you well from now on."

Yang Fan knew what all this meant. In the vast world, they were the only ones who could rely on each other.Yang Fan understands the feeling of losing a loved one, and also knows that relatives are an important strength in life. Although Feng Jimeng's parents are not very good, he still doesn't want him to get to where he is today.

Blood ties are natural relatives and natural love, so life partners are relatives you look for and love you build with your own hands.He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but the only thing that is certain is that he will always treat Feng Jimeng well, not only because of love for him, but also because of a responsibility now.

The car drove out of Ning City and drove on the highway. Although they had gained complete freedom, it was not without cost. The two of them each had something on their minds, and the compartment was also unusually quiet.

Yang Fan coughed lightly, and in order to liven up the atmosphere, he talked about what happened this morning.

"I found your house this morning but couldn't go in. The doorman answered the call with a woman, not your mother. She told me that you were taken to the airport by your father."

"That's my nanny. I knew you would come to me, I asked her to tell you."

"Really? Then she quite listens to you."

Feng Jimeng shook her head: "Actually, I didn't expect that she would really say that I asked her to help yesterday, and she advised me not to be stubborn with them." After a while, he said, "Maybe she also has a girl who is about my age. son."

Chen Ju and He Xianglan didn't speak much, but they talked more to Feng Jimeng.The topic always revolves around her son, probably because her son is only one year older than Feng Jimeng, and she thinks this topic can resonate.Feng Jimeng would listen to her, but just didn't talk much to her.

At first the nanny was a little cautious, but gradually, Feng Jimeng could see a pity-like emotion in her eyes.He knew she had empathized with her child, but he didn't dislike her nagging and greeting her sometimes too much.Feng Jimeng rarely took the initiative to say anything to her, but he liked her in his heart.

"Did you have a fight with your father last night?"

"how do you know?"

"The marks on your face haven't gone away yet, and your father's face..." Yang Fan wanted to ask about this a long time ago, and felt that he deserved to be beaten for such a good demeanor.

"I did it." Feng Jimeng admitted it calmly.

Yang Fan laughed: "Then you are really capable."

Last night after the New Year's Eve, almost all his grandfather's family left in the second half of the night. His parents wanted to take him back to Hongcheng, but Feng Jimeng didn't come back. He knew there was nothing good about going back.He and his father started arguing at his grandfather's house. The old man lost his temper even when he got older, and he couldn't control his son and grandson anymore.Soon Feng Changxiong called someone to take Feng Jimeng away in the car.

Back in Hongcheng, Feng Jimeng's phone was taken away and he was trapped at home. He lost his temper, took a golf club and smashed everything in the house.His mother watched coldly from the side, Feng Changxiong was so angry that he came up and slapped him.This was the first time his father beat him by himself, but Feng Jimeng punched his father in the face without hesitation, and yelled at him hysterically: "Let me go."

In the early hours of the morning, Feng Jimeng finally stopped due to lack of energy, and sat slumped in a messy room, watching the broken room.

This is the home he has lived in for many years, and his home has long been broken just like that, but the culprit is not him.For a long time, he was trapped in this pain and could do nothing but hate everyone in the family, including himself.

Until he met Yang Fan, he gradually began to accept all of this, accepting himself, figured out what he wanted, and developed the courage to get rid of this shackle.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Chen Ju tiptoed out of her room, and comforted him with clumsy tongue.

At that moment, Feng Jimeng suddenly felt sorry for her, because she needed to clean up the mess the next day.

"Are you hungry, let me make you something to eat?" she said again.

It was the first time that Feng Jimeng showed too much emotion in front of her. He grabbed the nanny's sleeve and lowered his head: "I don't want to be taken away."

She was puzzled at first, probably unable to imagine why a child with such a superior family environment would always go against his parents.

Feng Jimeng hugged her legs, buried her face in her knees, and murmured: "I finally have friends, I don't want to go abroad, I don't know anyone there."

"We'll get to know each other slowly." The nanny comforted him, but there was already pity in her puzzled eyes.

"Can you call my friend for me?"

Chen Ju immediately covered his pocket and advised him: "You better not confront your father."

"He will definitely come to me tomorrow. You tell him that I was taken to the airport and let him come and rescue me, okay?"

Chen Ju showed embarrassment: "Your father is doing it for your own good..."

"I beg you."

Fortunately, Chen Ju finally told Yang Fan his whereabouts, and Yang Fan was able to notify Yu Gang to arrive in time.

In fact, Feng Jimeng had already thought about it, even if he was really taken to Shenzhen and put under guard, or even sent directly abroad, he would still find ways to come back.It might be difficult, but there's no way his dad can lock him up forever, there's always a chance he'll escape.It's just that Yang Fan should be very worried about him, and the days when they are separated will be particularly difficult.

Fortunately, none of this happened, they are still together, and will always be together, and no one is standing in their way anymore.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Hongcheng. The two people who hadn't eaten since morning were already hungry. There were very few restaurants open on the first day of the new year. Yang Fan walked around the city several times before finally finding one. At the snack bar, one person ate a large bowl of mutton powder.

"After eating, go home and sleep first, your eye circles are as black as painted."

Feng Jimeng's skin is fair, the gray under his eyes is as obvious as ink smudged on rice paper, and he looks quite pitiful.

I don't know why, but his body is very tired, but his spirit is very excited. I don't know whether it is the embers of anger or excitement, which are still burning faintly in his heart, and he must not be able to fall asleep.But he still nodded and accelerated the speed of eating powder.He wanted to go home quickly, back to the space that only belonged to him and Yang Fan, so that he could express himself without having to suppress his emotions.

Thinking of this, he gently shook his calf under the table, bumping into Yang Fan's leg.

"Eat quickly, why are you distracted again?"

Hearing this, Feng Jimeng lowered his eyes, and shifted the gaze that fell on Yang Fan's Adam's apple that kept throbbing from swallowing food to his own bowl, and started to eat quickly.Maybe it's because the pepper in the store is too strong, Feng Jimeng only feels his ears burn.

In the elevator, Feng Jimeng subconsciously looked at Yang Fan.His hair was disheveled, and the hair at the back of his head was curled up. It seemed that he left too quickly in the morning and didn't have time to take care of it.Green stubble appeared on the chin, and the double eyelids became triple eyelids.Because I was too worried and didn't rest well, the color of my lips was very pale.But the real handsome guy will not be affected by these external factors, but instead adds a decadent and lazy sex appeal.Especially his red bean paste lips, Feng Jimeng really wanted to kiss them.

Yang Fan suddenly tilted his head and met his eyes, curiously: "What have you been looking at all this time?"

Saliva was secreted suddenly, Feng Jimeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It's nothing...Your beard has grown."

Yang Fan touched his chin, and it was really painful: "I haven't had time to shave it for two days, so I'll shave it when I get home."

Feng Jimeng looked down at her toes: "It's also pretty."

"Huh? You like beards?"

"Your is okay."

Feng Jimeng reached out, just about to touch Yang Fan's chin, but the elevator stopped suddenly, and the door slowly opened.At the same moment, Yang Fan dodged suddenly and stood in the corner farthest from Feng Jimeng.

An aunt in a building got on the elevator with melon seeds in her pajamas, pressed the floor, and immediately gave Yang Fan a gouging look.

Yang Fan pretended not to see it, but Feng Jimeng was full of doubts and Yang Fan suddenly walked away from him.

The aunt got off first, and the two finally arrived.The moment she got off the elevator, Feng Jimeng went to hold Yang Fan's hand, and Yang Fan put it in his pocket.Feng Jimeng didn't know whether he did it on purpose or just an unconscious action.

After entering the room and closing the door, Yang Fan said to Feng Jimeng, "Stay away from me a little outside in the future."

"what happened?"

"People here have some bad rumors about me, and I don't want to affect you."

With Yang Fan's point, Feng Jimeng understood, and his face suddenly looked unattractive: "I don't care."

"But I care."

Seeing Feng Jimeng's expression was a bit sad, Yang Fan put the key on the shoe cabinet, leaned over and hugged Feng Jimeng's waist: "I know you don't care what other people think, but I don't want to see you being judged," he said He rubbed his chin against Feng Jimeng's face affectionately, "It's my selfishness, don't be unhappy."

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng was a little itchy and hurt from being pricked, and she tilted her head to hide.

But Yang Fan seemed to have found a new way to play, and didn't let him go, rubbing his face onto Feng Jimeng's neck.

"Didn't you just want to touch it, why are you hiding now?"

The flesh on his neck became more sensitive, the itching subsided, and the sting became sharper. He didn't know where he touched it, and he couldn't help laughing and gasping for breath.

"Brother, don't do it, it's so itchy."

"You just said you like it, Mr. Ye is a good dragon."

Feng Jimeng twisted in his arms, smiling a little unlike him.After going through so many things today, Yang Fan really wanted to coax him and make him forget about those unhappy things. No matter what, they are still together, which is worth celebrating.

But he didn't know which switch Feng Jimeng touched, he suddenly pushed Yang Fan away with force, then took a step forward, put his arms around his neck, raised his face, and bit his lip, impatiently and forcefully Suck and tear up.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, but soon Feng Jimeng's mood was conveyed to him through such an intense kiss.Because he also had the same worry, anxiety, worry about gains and losses, and the joy and excitement of regaining the short-term loss.

He put his arms around Feng Jimeng's waist, picked him up and walked a few steps into the room, and when he got to the dining table, he lifted him up, letting Feng Jimeng sit on the dining table.In this way, the two happened to be looking at each other at the same level, so close, each other's breath lightly hit each other's face, and their eyes were tightly intertwined.Yang Fan's arms were suddenly tightened, and he held Feng Jimeng tightly in his arms, his neck intertwined. He buried Feng Jimeng's shoulder and rubbed vigorously, as if this was his soft heart exposed to the outside, wishing to put Feng Jimeng Only by rubbing it into the chest can it be fully protected.

"Brother, let's do it."

"Ok?"

"Let's make love."

There was a pause in Yang Fan's hands, and after two seconds, he let go of Feng Jimeng and took a step back.

"What are you thinking about? Go take a shower and sleep, I'm so sleepy." Yang Fan yawned, then turned his head and took off his coat from the hanger at the door.

Feng Jimeng jumped down from the table and followed behind Yang Fan, her face was very red and a little shy, but she still insisted: "Yang Fan, I think..."

"Think about it."

"If you don't want to take a shower, I'll go first."

He turned and went into his room, took his pajamas, and then went into the bathroom.

Under the water curtain, Yang Fan rubbed his face hard.This little brat really doesn't know the seriousness at all, how can he say such things to a man with a strong blood.He quickly finished washing, deliberately ignoring Feng Jimeng's burning eyes staring at him all the way, and quickly shrank to the bed and started to pretend to be dead.

But soon Yang Fan couldn't pretend anymore, because Feng Jimeng came uninvited and stood beside his bed after taking a shower, naked, with only a towel in his arms, covering his sensitive parts.

Yang Fan's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"

"I want to sleep with you." Feng Jimeng said this with lowered eyebrows and expressionless face.

These words were like a sap hitting the center of Yang Fan's forehead, making him dizzy for a while, and there were only patches of white, pink, and steaming flesh in front of him.In the blink of an eye, the shape of the nail and the texture of the tattoo gradually become clear again, and it is no longer an untouchable taboo, but a sexy and even coquettish temptation.

Yang Fan swallowed and moistened his dry throat.

"Listen to what you said, which decent person talks like that. Go and put on your clothes, I'll catch a cold in a while."

Feng Jimeng didn't move, didn't speak, he looked calm, confident, and determined to win, but in fact, his heaving chest and fast breathing still betrayed him.Yang Fan could also see goosebumps appearing on his arms, and the fingertips holding the bath towel trembled slightly.

It was like pinching the tip of his heart with fingertips and gently kneading, it was numb, itchy, sore and painful.Yang Fan understood Feng Jimeng very well, and he also felt his feelings, the urgency to possess each other and establish a deeper connection.Two sparrows stand alone on the wire and can't wait to snuggle together.

Yang Fan stepped back and lifted a corner of the quilt: "Come on, don't catch a cold."

Feng Jimeng got in, but she didn't dare to face Yang Fan again, she turned her back to him, and curled up in his arms.He wasn't cold at all, but his shyness and nervousness made him hyperthermic.

Yang Fan pulled the bath towel in his hand, but Feng Jimeng was still holding on tightly.

"The towel is wet, Boa."

Only then did Feng Jimeng let go, and Yang Fan rolled up the towel and threw it on the stool at the foot of the bed.Then he moved behind Feng Jimeng, and the pajamas and pajama pants were thrown out one after another, leaving only two naked bodies under the quilt.

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