King's return

"You bastard, can you be thicker?!" Lin Yanxiu's mouth twitched, his nails pinched wildly in the opponent's palm, and he said angrily, "Go find a female cat!"

Rong Jian chuckled, leaned over and hugged him, moved her mouth closer, and whispered in the man's ear: "When you cry at night, your voice is like a female cat in heat."

"Rong, cheap!!" Lin Yanxiu's sharp teeth creaked, his eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits, and he stared at him coldly, as if ready to pounce on him and bite his neck off at any moment.

"A cat with fried hair." Rong Jian concluded.

"Shut up!" Lin Yanxiu offered the great law of silence in grief and indignation.

Rong Jian shrugged helplessly, then raised his hand to rub his hair, kissed the man's forehead comfortingly, and said word by word with his mouth: "I won't dislike you, answer quickly!"

Lin Yanxiu snorted coldly: "I still despise you! You don't know anything except playing games. You are stupid, stupid and brain-dead, with a low mouth and a bad personality. I am really blind to fall in love with you, an idiot!"

After all the scolding, Boss Lin took a breath, glanced at him and said, "Answer your sister! Say something nice, and I'll think about it later."

As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly towards the other party, but the corners of his mouth couldn't hide the smug arc.

Rong Jian thought for a while, then said silently: "If I'm a fool, you're blind, if I'm a fool, you're my fan, if I'm a milk daddy, you're a milk mother"

"Go to hell with you!" == Convex

Lin Yanxiu went crazy, his temples were throbbing, and he stomped on him a few times: "To be honest, will you die if you confess?!"

"I'm afraid you will die." Rong Jian pointed to his forehead, "——I'm so happy that I'm dying."

"roll!"

Seeing that the man's face was about to turn red with anger, Rong Jian finally stopped teasing him, and sighed softly, "I've already given you my most important thing, what do you want me to say?"

Lin Yanxiu was taken aback: "What?"

Rong Jian slowly raised his hands that were still pinched, and stared into his eyes with his dark eyes.

——The most important thing he owns are these hands.

——Lin Yanxiu held these hands firmly in his palms, as long as he didn't let go, he couldn't run anywhere.

There is no language more firm than such a confession.

Lin Yanxiu opened his eyes slightly, his throat was hot, and he couldn't speak a word.

After a while, he woke up suddenly, his cheeks were flushed, and he whispered, "Where's the ring?"

——It’s not enough just to have this guy’s hand, he needs to add a hoop on it.

"Uh..." Rong Jian scratched his head, and a light bulb flickered above his head, "I'll get the championship gold trophy later, I'll melt it into two gold rings."

"Are you so stupid? That's a souvenir, idiot!"

"What should I do?"

"I owe it first." Lin Yanxiu snorted softly, but he was already thinking about what kind of rings to order, um, platinum ones, no diamonds, low-key and low-key.

Rong Jian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, very good, the first step and the second step were all successful.

"By the way, that woman is Japanese." After the top priority was resolved, Rong Jian finally remembered that he almost capsized in the gutter.

"It's already been poked out, you idiot, you know you've been tricked and you don't know how to call a timeout!" Lin Yanxiu looked at him with a sullen expression, sat down and took out a cigarette and lit it, and then said, "Her perfume comes with Contraband, and I forgot to use deodorant. The staff noticed it as soon as I entered. After checking the ID card, I found out that it was a counterfeit product, and it was from Nissan. Now there is a lot of copying outside. Maybe the organizer is out of luck. That The woman has been disqualified from the competition and will be sent home tomorrow."

Lin Yanxiu looked at him helplessly, and continued: "I really don't know how your head grew, and you actually won the game in that situation, didn't you even notice the slight cramp in your fingers at the end?"

Speaking of this, his tone already contained some blame, but seeing that the other party was still tired, he couldn't bear to say more, but in the end, according to the official hand speed statistics, this guy actually soared to 02 - even though he is known for his terrifying hand speed The JJrun! , the highest is only 600!

Although the gap between 500 and 600 is quite large, but based on a level of 100, Rong Jian's level is already second only to the world's top level.

"Really?" Rong Jian shook his head, carefully observing Lin Yanxiu's expression, seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, Rong Jian decided to take advantage of this moment to tell the story.

He took a deep breath, and just as he made up his mind to speak, the words came to his lips: "Let's go home."—as if being at home could give him strength.

Lin Yanxiu smiled: "There will be an awards ceremony in the afternoon."

Rong Jian lowered his head and let out a disappointed "hmm".

"What's the matter?" Lin Yanxiu looked puzzled, and suddenly thought of something, his old face blushed, "We'll talk about that kind of thing when we go back."

Now Rong Jian looked at him inexplicably: "You know what I'm going to say?"

"Hmph, you're not in heat yet." Lin Yanxiu pretended to look away in disdain, but the red tips of his ears betrayed him.

Rong Jian was speechless and innocent: "You think too much."

Lin Yanxiu became angry from embarrassment: "Then what are you going to say?"

"Actually, that..." Rong Jian still lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong, not daring to look directly into the other's eyes.

Rong Jian has always been very straightforward when speaking, this rare and awkward look made Lin Yanxiu nervous - this guy must have suddenly changed his mind, right?

Thinking of this possibility, Lin Yanxiu frowned, and before Rong Jian could say anything else, he spoke first: "Don't say it, I am willing!"

"Huh?" Rong Jian was thinking about his words, Lin Yanxiu's words made his brain go from Earth to Mars.

"Why are you pretending to be stupid?!" Lin Yanxiu closed his eyes bitterly, and blushed bravely and said, "I mean, the one who is willing to be the milk, father."

Rong Jian was stunned for three seconds, then burst out laughing.

"You are laughing fart! Bastard!"

Lin Yanxiu suddenly became angry from embarrassment, his whole body muscles were in a tense state, as if he was ready to pounce on him anytime and anywhere.

After being made such a fuss by him, Rong Jian felt that it was even more difficult to talk about it.

Lin Yanxiu looked angry, and Rong Jian could tell at a glance that he was really happy in his heart. He tried hard to hold back the smile and forced the facial muscles to make an angry expression, but it was actually very painful, right?

Rong Jian smiled wryly in his heart. Once the awards ceremony was over, Shen Qin would announce his transfer in public. If he hadn't discussed it with Lin Yanxiu, wouldn't he be mad? embarrassing.

Rong Jian felt that he had never been so entangled in his life, so he sat there and sighed silently.

Lin Yanxiu also noticed his strangeness, and leaned over to bump him with his elbow: "What's the matter with you? Do you have something to tell me?"

"I..." Rong Jian took a deep breath, raised his head abruptly, and saw the man's expectant expression - even a blind man could see it, he was probably still looking forward to showing his love.

"I'm a little dizzy." Rong Jian's heart softened and he was immediately discouraged. He turned around silently, bumped his head against the back of the sofa, and murmured in a low voice, "I'm a fool, I'm a fool"

"Rong Jian, what are you doing?" Lin Yanxiu looked at him in astonishment, and frowned, "Could you have something wrong with your head again?"

"Lin Yanxiu, actually—"

Rong Jian was only halfway through speaking when the cell phone in Lin Yanxiu's pocket rang terribly.

"You talk first." Lin Yanxiu took it out and took a look, his expression changed.

"You pick it up first." Rong Jian lay down on the sofa a little weakly.

Lin Yanxiu opened the phone cover, walked to the window and turned his back, with a cold and serious tone: "Hi, it's me."

From this angle, Rong Jian could just see the man's slightly impatient expression through the window glass.

A tepid baritone voice came from the other end of the phone. He chuckled a few times before saying in an ambiguous tone: "Which beauty is next to me? It's so late to answer Lao Tzu's call. You don't like me!" Filial son!"

Rong Jian, who was lying on the sofa, clearly saw Lin Yanxiu roll his eyes.

"You disrespectful old man, don't talk nonsense!" Lin Yanxiu secretly glanced at Rong Jian, hesitant to speak.

"No women? Heh, it seems that you have finally become a lot!" The middle-aged man's voice became much lighter, and he looked very relieved.

The corner of Lin Yanxiu's mouth twitched, thinking, if the other party was a man, I wonder if the old man would fly over and beat him to death in anger.

"You haven't come back for several years, boy. If you don't return to the United States, this old bone of my father will be buried! You haven't had a mother for so many years, don't you even want your father?"

This tone sounds tearful, sighing, extremely desolate, and there is faintly accompanied by background music, the lyrics seem to be "come back ~ come back ~"

"Smelly old man! Are you summoning your soul?!" Lin Yanxiu was speechless and cursed angrily.

"Ahem, in short, you hurry back to the United States to visit your father and me, and by the way, go to Mr. MR.TOY's banquet for me. Don't you ask me for help? We can discuss everything."

"I won't go!" Lin Yanxiu's eyes turned cold, "Don't change the way to arrange that kind of banquet for me!"

He turned around inadvertently, and suddenly found that Rong Jian was standing behind him like a spirit behind him, and he almost screamed out in fright.

Rong Jian's eyes were gloomy, he raised his eyebrows, and asked silently with his mouth: "What kind of banquet?"

Lin Yanxiu looked away guiltily, with an embarrassed expression, and waved his hand to signal him to get out of here.

"Lin Yanxiu! There is no need to discuss this time, you must get out immediately! Otherwise, you will be the one to look at!" The middle-aged man's tone changed, and he yelled sharply, before he finished speaking, he took the lead hang up the phone.

"Damn it! You - hello? Smelly old man?! Lin Moxi?!" Lin Yanxiu yelled loudly for a long time, but finally only heard the beeping busy tone.

He closed the phone cursingly and put it on the sofa, turned his head and saw Rong Jian staring at him with serious eyes, for some reason, that gaze made people feel chills, could it be that he was thinking too much?

"Lin Moxi, who is it?" Rong Jian asked lightly.

Lin Yanxiu smiled softly: "You must be jealous, right? My old man."

"Lin Moxi..." Rong Jian lowered her eyes, what happened to her heart palpitations when she heard this name?

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm a little tired." Rong Jian buried his head in his knees, as if his ears were ringing, bombarding his brain.

Sporadic black-and-white pictures flashed across the dark eyes like lightning——

"Moxi, today we"

"Dad, Dad, who is 'Moxi'? Why do you always talk to him and don't play with me?"

"Uh, it's like this. This person is Dad's colleague in Japan. People there will say 'Moshi Moshi' when they call, which is equivalent to 'Hey', Xiao Jian, be good, don't tell mom."

"Oh, then I want to play too, Mo-xi-"

"Don't make trouble, go play games by yourself, huh?"

When Rong Jian raised his head, his face could even be described as ferocious.

Lin Yanxiu was taken aback, and reached out to touch his forehead: "You, Rong Jian"

"I'm a little tired, I'll go to bed first." Rong Jian pushed his hand away, slowly got up and walked to the lounge.

"You haven't had lunch yet."

Rong Jian paused, didn't look back, just replied "not hungry", then entered the room and closed the door.

Abandoning the bewildered Lin Yanxiu to stay on the sofa, muttering to himself: "What kind of plane?"

With the arrival of noon, the sun above the head spewed hot tongues of fire.

The NGC held this time was really frustrating. A series of negative news made the organizers feel overwhelmed. Fortunately, it was over. The championship was once again taken away by Rong Jian, which was expected.

A few months ago, the OP made a vow at the press conference, and now half of it has been fulfilled. It is only logical that Rong Jian was recommended to the WGC Asian qualifiers.

It's just that, since then, the domestic game industry has lost one WT and one more Weta. In the future game with OP, the former will be a strong dragon crossing the river, and the latter will be a local snake with a favorable location and people. It is not yet known who will win.

"Turn off the radio."

The pure black Rolls-Royce separates the inside and the outside into two worlds, and the noise and heat are all blocked out of the car window.

The butler Xu Yiyan pressed the radio switch, and the already quiet car was suddenly dead silent.

——Just like Shen Luotian's dark eyes in the back seat.

"Chairman, young master, please be sure to attend the award ceremony later." Old Xu said respectfully.

Shen Luotian slowly opened his eyes, noncommittal: "It's a small occasion like this, it's a shame."

Old Xu smiled and said, "The young master said that the chairman does not need to attend formally, he just needs to go and have a look. He said he wanted to introduce a friend to you."

"Oh? His friend?" Shen Luotian turned his eyes away, "It's rare."

"Yes, the young master has no friends since he was a child."

Shen Luotian closed his eyes lightly: "Look at him more, and don't let him associate with dubious people."

"Of course."

In the convention and exhibition center, the staff were furiously setting up the awards venue. After lunch, the audience walked in in twos and threes with anticipation, chatting and chatting.

In the OP's VIP room, Rong Jian slept soundly.

However, it is not safe.

When he sleeps, he is used to lying on his side. If he feels cold, he will curl up his legs and make them into a ball.

The lounge was obviously not cold, but he was still curled up on the sofa, frowning.

In the dream, he squatted in the white snow again, shivering with cold.

Two men walked past him, one of them was dragging his luggage and wanted to touch the top of his head, but the young Rong Jian ran away angrily and yelled at the man.

The long-haired woman stood on the other side, her fists clenched tightly, as if trying to hold back the tears that fell.

"I don't want to part with Xiaojian." The voice of the man carrying the luggage was hoarse and choked with sobs.

"In that case, why did you abandon us?!" The woman's sharp voice, with a strong crying tone, was fragile and fragile.

"I'm sorry, Ruoyin, you know that the person I love is not you."

"Rong Chen! How can you be so selfish? Can you be irresponsible in the name of love?! Even if you have no feelings for me, what about Xiaojian? He is your son!"

"Of course I love Xiaojian, but he doesn't want to go with me"

"Okay Chen, it's time, shall we go?" Another silent man took his hand.

The two men stood with their backs to the light. They couldn't see their faces clearly, but they could see the deep sadness and determination around them, blowing like cold wind and roaring like sea waves.

The world of the three adults is so complicated and sharp that Rong Jian doesn't understand at all, and doesn't want to understand at all.

All he knew was that his father, whom he had admired since he was a child, would not want him anymore.

Why can people be so fickle?

You were still saying "I love you" one second, and you can leave without looking back the next second.

How many promises can a person make in a lifetime?How much can be achieved?

Still in the plain and hypocritical world, being deliberately forgotten and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Love is selfish. When it runs counter to moral responsibility, how many people take "love" as a scapegoat for "selfishness" with confidence.

The evil consequences are to be borne by the relatives.

Those two figures leaving resolutely and the woman's crying kept flashing in Rong Jian's mind.

In a trance, he felt that the white snow had turned into pale tiles, and his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which made people sick.

The man who only left him with his back at the beginning is now lying weakly on the hospital bed, lingering on his last breath.

Rong Jian looked at the man expressionlessly, and the man also looked at Rong Jian.

His pupils have begun to dilate, filled with remorse, sadness, pain and guilt.

His life has come to an end in the torment of countless diseases, his son is standing beside the bed, and only his son is left.

In this life, have you ever regretted it?

He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"Xiao Jian, Dad is leaving"

Rong Jian, who was less than seven years old, quickly turned his faint hatred into fear, and asked him innocently, "When are you coming back?"

The man smiled weakly and wanted to touch his son's hair, but he couldn't raise his hand.

"Didn't you say that you want to be the world's game champion? At that time, Dad will come back to pick you up"

"What about mom? Will she stop crying?"

"Will not."

"Well, Xiaojian will definitely win the championship!"

But the man has closed his eyes, forever closed.

It was also snowing heavily that day, and he was taken to a nearby orphanage by the long-haired woman. He squatted obediently in the corner, watching his mother's back disappear into the vast snow, still foolishly waiting for her to pick him up.

Little Rong Jian waited under the window of the orphanage for seven years, but no one came to pick him up. He had almost forgotten the faces of his parents.

Accompanying him is only an old game console.

"Your parents are liars!" Some friends laughed at him.

"No!" Rong Jian's eyes were red, he had already grown taller, and he could fight again, so he beat up those people severely.

Even with injuries all over his body, he still stubbornly squatted at the door and said to himself: "When I become a world champion, they will come back to pick me up."

"They don't want me"

Until one day when he was 14 years old, a beautiful woman with long hair appeared in front of him and adopted him.

Rong Jian looked at the other party silently, but his arms were tightly hugging the pillar at the door. He didn't want to be adopted, he wanted to stay here and wait for his parents to pick him up.

I'm afraid that after they leave, they won't find themselves when they come back.

The long-haired woman smiled lightly, she had two dimples, and she always looked at Rong Jian tenderly, even if he looked at him coldly.

The woman came three times in a row, and finally persuaded Rong Jian to temporarily live in her home—even though she was a single woman and not rich.

But at least, Rong Jian finally has a "home" again.