King's return

The sun was overhead, casting a shadow under the big tree.

Rong Jian sat by the root of the tree with one leg bent, not caring that his pants were stained with dirt.

This month, the bangs grew a little longer, hanging straight down to cover half of the eyes.

He spoke slowly, his tone flat and rigid, without any ups and downs, as if it was just a stranger's story.

"The woman in the photo is actually your biological mother?" Lin Yanxiu asked after listening silently, "What about your father?"

Rong Jian stopped talking, slowly raised his head, and looked at the other person very strangely, with even a trace of mockery and loathing in his indifference.

As soon as Lin Yanxiu came into contact with such gazes, Lin Yanxiu suddenly felt his heart sink. He became nervous for no reason, and forced the corners of his mouth to twitch: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Rong Jian actually smiled, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "Lin Yanxiu, do you know why I hated you so much before?"

The man froze, with a strong premonition that he was definitely not willing to hear the following words, and even wanted to turn around and leave immediately, not wanting to hear a word.

But the legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't move no matter what.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Rong Jian ignored him and continued, "My father? He died when I was seven years old."

Lin Yanxiu didn't know what to say.

Rong Jian looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "He died of AIDS."

His heart was beating wildly, and the feeling of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger. Lin Yanxiu was stiff all over, and stood there in a daze, accepting the unbelievably cruel truth, but still struggling to die: "Your father's death and our What does it matter? Not all gays-"

Rong Jian interrupted him coldly: "The man who made him sick disappeared during the last period of his death. That man was celebrating his son's birthday in the United States. If I remember correctly, his His name is Lin Moxi."

——Lin Moxi? !

The bomb caused Lin Yanxiu's ears to ring. In his dilated pupils, he felt that the sun and the moon were spinning, and he couldn't accept this sudden fact.

"Maybe it's just the same name as my dad." Lin Yanxiu managed to find a reason, and looked at him with difficulty, "Maybe you made a mistake, how could my dad—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that when Rong Jian was seven years old, he was nine years old, and Xu was ten years old. That year, the family held a grand birthday party for him, and his father who was originally in China was also killed by his grandfather. The command calls back.

Could it be true?God actually played such absurd, ridiculous, and sad jokes between them!

"You know I'm Lin Moxi's son, so why did you still join our school team when you were in college?" Lin Yanxiu's voice was hoarse, trying to keep it steady, but the ending trembled uncontrollably, like a drowning man Grasp the last straw, knowing that the hope is elusive, but unwilling to despair.

Rong Jian shook his head: "I didn't know it at first. Although I hated my father for betraying me and my mother, and Lin Moxi for destroying my family, it has nothing to do with you. I can clearly tell the difference."

Lin Yanxiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he rushed forward and grabbed his arm tightly, as if holding on to a lifeline, his nose was a little sore: "You scared me to death"

The man's touch made Rong Jian stiff and tense for a moment, he lowered his eyes, slowly and slowly withdrew his hand, his voice was low and full of mockery: "It's fine if you don't come to provoke me, as long as you It's fine without you, but you don't like it, not only do you like men like your father, but this person is actually me!"

"Lu Tinggan even got jealous for you and asked someone to break my finger. The humiliation he gave me is still vivid in my memory!"

Rong Jian stood up suddenly, and with his cold eyes like arrows, he pinned Lin Yanxiu to the ground: "Lin Yanxiu, I know you like me, and I know that you are very kind to me, but how do you tell me to respond to a question?" , what I hate the most, homosexual love?!"

With a "bang", he punched the tree trunk, causing the branches to tremble, and the fist was bleeding from the skin.

Lin Yanxiu's face turned pale, and his eyes, which were always full of energy, became dim. Being stared at by Rong Jian's eyes was like putting himself on the stove, he couldn't bear it even for a second.

Compared to this, Lin Yanxiu's arrogance and self-esteem were even more intolerable. Like a bitter woman, she begged a man for a little sympathy and care.

He pursed his lips tightly, stood up long, and couldn't help wrapping his whole body tightly with hard thorns, and said coldly: "Who I like is my business, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Who begged you to respond? Rong Jian, stop being so sentimental!" Lin Yanxiu lowered his eyes and clenched his hands in his trouser pockets so that no one else could see him.

"Even if you don't mention us, don't forget, you are still a member of my OP, and now you have only won an NGC championship. If you want to pat your ass and leave? How can it be so cheap?! Don't even think about it think!"

Lin Yanxiu raised his chin to meet Rong Jian's gaze, and put on the air of a bitter boss—as long as he has a reason, his solid face can be turned into invincible gold equipment, even if he is a little bit faceless, it doesn't matter, as long as, as long as he can Rong Jian looked at him indifferently, seeing the man's stubborn and calm expression, suddenly a strong sense of suffocation came to his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.

He slowly pulled a wry smile: "Lin Yanxiu, I forgot to tell you that I have unilaterally terminated the contract with the OP."

"What did you say?" Lin Yanxiu couldn't stand the bombardment one after another, no matter how strong his nerves were, he stared blankly at him, and suddenly his whole body trembled, almost completely unable to conceal the fear in his heart, his voice was so hoarse that it almost broke sound.

"You lied to me? How could it be Rong Jian?" His eyes were red, and he bit his lips hard, but he couldn't restrain the soreness deep in his throat.

Rong Jian never thought that there would be a day when he, who doesn't care about anything, dared to look at others—Lin Yanxiu's eyes were desperate and had only a trace of extravagant hope. he swallowed.

He closed his eyes, nodded slowly, and found his voice after a while: "After the Red Wolf accident, I went to Shen Qin from Weta, and he allowed me to continue participating in the competition, but the condition was that after the end of NGC, I would switch Weta, we signed the contract privately, at this time, the liquidated damages should go to the OP's account."

"Rong Jian! Why did you do this?! Is this the best way you said?" The anger and humiliation of being betrayed rushed into Lin Yanxiu's brain. As soon as his head became hot, he rushed forward and punched him. The man was punched hard in the cheek!

"The best of both worlds, my sister! You bastard!"

Lin Yanxiu cursed and punched out his fist angrily. Rong Jian didn't resist at first, seeing that he was getting more and more vigorous, causing passers-by around to point and point, he had no choice but to drag him into an empty alley Walk.

"Lin Yanxiu, calm down!" Rong Jian frowned and grabbed his hand, wiped a little blood from his lips, and pressed the man against the wall with all his might.

After struggling for a while, both of them were out of breath.

They looked at each other, with the same annoyance and contradiction in their eyes, as well as a trace of beastly passion, the nerves were stretched to the tightest, as long as there was a little stimulation, they might pounce on each other and bite each other like two wild beasts.

I don't know how long it took, maybe as short as a few seconds.

In Rong Jian's black pupils, Lin Yanxiu's face suddenly magnified, and immediately after, his lips were bitten hard.

"Hmm—" The man's sharp teeth were ground, and his fragile lips were instantly broken. Rong Jian frowned in pain, but the smell of blood spreading from his mouth seemed to stimulate the appetite of a wild animal. He opened his mouth not to be outdone bite back.

The friction between the lips and teeth was so intense, it was not a kiss, but a life-and-death battle for control and possession.

Lin Yanxiu broke free from the restrained hands, tightly strangled the man's back, clasped his index finger on his shoulder blades, almost digging out ten holes in his clothes.

Rong Jian's hand firmly grasped the back of his neck, as if with a little force, it could be broken.

Their nostrils fluttered, they panted heavily, and their fiery tongues stirred up and down in their mouths. The two pairs of lips became extremely red and swollen in such mutual ravages, but they were still firmly stuck together, refusing to separate the slightest bit.

The taste of each other has a fatal attraction, knowing that the sugar coating is poisonous, but still can't help being deeply infatuated.

——I really want to bite off the other party's neck and die together. This is the real relief.

This fiery kiss lasted until the two of them were about to suffocate before they separated slightly.

Panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, Rong Jian slowly steadied his breathing, his eyes were still a little lost, showing a faint nostalgia for his neck, and finally after waking up, he slowly let go of his hand.

"Ha, admit it." Lin Yanxiu was still holding him, panting, with an expression of indescribable pain and pleasure, "Rong Jian, admit it, you love me."

Rong Jian's indifferent face suddenly froze, his lips moved, as if he wanted to refute, but he couldn't say a word at all.

After a long time, he straightened up, pulled the man's arm away, and said calmly, "So what."

He lowered his eyes, unable to see any emotional fluctuations, and just silently handed him the small trophy that he carried all the way: "I don't know how to face you, let alone continue to be with you. I thought I could fulfill all your wishes, but in the end, I can't give you anything except this trophy."

Lin Yanxiu patted the winning cup angrily, without even looking at it: "Who cares about this thing?!"

"Weta's Shen Luotian is clearly trying to kill you. Is there any way for you to stay in Weta? They will definitely not let you play again! At worst, you will break the contract again!"

Looking at his angry face, Rong Jian couldn't help subconsciously wanting to rub the top of the man's head, but she finally endured it.

He shook his head: "Don't be stupid, Shen Luotian won't let me go, the OP can't beat him at all, and as the boss, you can't separate public and private, because personal feelings drag the company into trouble."

"I'll go back to the United States to find the old man." Lin Yanxiu couldn't choose what to say in a panic, but when he stopped, he saw Rong Jian's face was gloomy.

"This is my own grievance. I don't want to accept anyone's sympathy and charity, especially Lin Moxi."

Rong Jian looked down at his hands tightly clenched into fists, and said indifferently with incomparable firmness, "I still have them, and I will make a comeback."

"Rong Jian!" Lin Yanxiu couldn't help shouting as he watched the man's back gradually drifting away.

"Did you forget what you said? You just left, I—" Lin Yanxiu gritted his teeth, and then changed his words, "What about the milk?"

Rong Jian's slender figure paused for a moment, without turning his head, he just said lightly: "I will take the milk away, forget about those words."

—Forget about the promise before I am unable to keep it.