King's return

"Threat?" Lin Yanxiu chewed on the word.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took two steps slowly, and pushed Rong Jian to the corner of the wall. Lin Yanxiu was also standing crookedly, with one arm bent to support the wall so that he would not fall on top of Rong Jian.

This posture seemed to encircle Rong Jian, full of aggression and desire to control.

——It’s like a hooligan who keeps a weak woman in a corner.

"What does it matter to you whether I go or not? Do you really think my leaving is a threat to you?" Lin Yanxiu suddenly smiled brightly.

Rong Jian lowered his eyes and looked into the man's eyes lightly - those eyes were familiar to him, both proud and proud, and at the moment there was a hint of drunkenness, no matter the posture or the smile, they looked completely cynical.

Probably, this guy only dared to flirt with Rong Jian so boldly when he was drunk.

It's a pity that Boss Lin had such a paralyzed guy at the booth, and Uncle Rong responded to his provocative smile with a double eyelid expression.

They just stared at each other for half a minute.

The atmosphere was so stalemate that Lin Yanxiu almost felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, Rong Jian suddenly asked: "If you leave, what will OP do?"

"Hmph, what does it matter to you, a traitor?" Lin Yanxiu snorted softly, and said coolly, "A small game company in mainland China, I'm just playing for fun, and its assets are less than that of our Lin family. Tired, can you handle it?"

Rong Jian was silent.

Right.

Lin Yanxiu started from scratch and insisted on starting a business, just because of his arrogance, he proved his ability to the family.

An OP who makes himself stand tall is just a toy in the eyes of others.

If people are tired of playing, they throw it aside. Why is he so distressed by an outsider?

No matter how you look at it, he and him are people from two worlds, and there shouldn't be any intersection.

What's more, Lin Yanxiu went to the United States, and with the protection of the Lin family, he would not be implicated by him.

Thinking of this, the corner of Rong Jian's mouth twitched, and he said flatly: "Then, I wish you a smooth journey."

"Fuck! Rong Jian, you fucking bastard!" Anger and alcohol rose up at the same time, Lin Yanxiu's stomach churns, and he suddenly raised his fist and punched the opponent's cheek!

This time, Rong Jian struck out extremely sharply, and instantly grabbed the man's wrist, immobilizing him immediately.

The strong wind from the fist slightly blew Rong Jian's forehead hair, and he frowned: "I've been beaten by you many times, let's not make an exception."

"Damn it!" Lin Yanxiu's eyes were red and he struggled fiercely, "You idiot, you are disabled at the second level! Have you forgotten everything you said yourself?"

"If you forget, I will help you remember!"

Lin Yanxiu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he doesn't care about 21 when he is drunk, and the other fist that can only move stabs Rong Jian's lower abdomen fiercely!

"Hmm -" Rong Jian let out a muffled hum, bent slightly, frowned, and threw the person aside.

Lin Yanxiu almost fell to the ground when his body was crooked, but he still didn't forget to stretch his legs and trip the opponent too.

Immediately, the two big men rolled down on the floor entangled in this way, and the wine bottle was hit with a "crack".

Rong Jian was quite restrained at first, but Lin Yanxiu, an alcoholic, became violent when he was drunk.

Rong Jian, who had been beaten up many times, finally showed his anger.

The two of you punched me and kicked each other, and they actually started fighting each other in this small space.

"I shouldn't have saved you back then! Just let you get hit by a car! Save your head and piss me off!" Lin Yanxiu turned over and pressed on Rong Jian with all his strength, and smashed his glasses with a "slap" fly out.

Rong Jian grabbed his legs, turned over and overwhelmed him again, condescendingly and coldly said: "If you hadn't pretended to be drunk on the road and made a move on me, I would have been accidentally hit by a car?!"

Lin Yanxiu's face turned red, and he punched the opponent on the nose angrily, and roared: "You remember this clearly! Do you know that when you fell to the ground covered in blood, I almost had a heart attack!"

"" Rong Jian's eyelids twitched, he pursed his lips and didn't speak, just silently wiped away the nosebleed.

"Why don't you remember who picked you up, idiot?"

"Who said that you will never hate me, never leave me, and never regret it?!"

"You shouldn't fucking remember it so clearly, you should remember it—"

Lin Yanxiu's angry accusation was instantly blocked by a pair of lips in his throat, and he was speechless immediately.

His eyes widened, only a dark shadow could be seen in the darkness, and the man's slightly elongated forehead was itchy on his cheeks.

Rong Jian's kisses have always been domineering and tough. Squeezing his tongue in, he immediately swept away all the air in the other's mouth.

The man kept changing the angle, and the wet and hot tongue stirred inside with the force of punishment, as fierce as attacking a city.

Lin Yanxiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately bit the other party's tongue maliciously, and then kissed back passionately.

"hmm"

The sound of water stains lingered in his ears, the darkness covered Lin Yanxiu's burning cheeks, he slowly closed his eyes, and hugged Rong Jian's neck tightly.

After kissing passionately for a while, the two gasped for breath, Rong Jian felt that his shirt was almost dried by the heat, he firmly suppressed the man's hands and feet, and in the silence, only their violent heartbeats could be heard one after another.

"Sure enough, you'll be quiet once you kiss." Rong Jian breathed heavily, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Fuck! Kiss your sister!" Lin Yanxiu groaned angrily, "Take your cat and get out!"

Rong Jian's expression froze, and he straightened up a little, only to find that the corner of his clothes was held tightly by Lin Yanxiu, and he couldn't move at all, so he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Lin Yanxiu"

"What a fart, get out of here!"

Rong Jian: ==

"Meow~" A timid cat meowed at the door, causing the two of them to look over in unison.

Two fluffy cat ears weakly protruded from the milk, trembling slightly, followed by a small head, and stretched out two front paws to grab the door frame.

The little white cat showed two big watery eyes, looking pitifully at its unscrupulous owner.

Lin Yanxiu sneered: "Milk doesn't even want to follow you, a pauper."

As he spoke, he waved at the kitten: "Milk, come to Dad."

Seeing this cat-legged guy running over obsequiously and licking Lin Yanxiu's fingers, Rong Jian slowly turned an embarrassing face: "Daddy?"

Lin Yanxiu answered him with a cold snort.

He maintained his posture lying on the floor, one hand clenched the corner of Rong Jian's clothes, and the other casually stroked Milk's hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the uncertain face of the man pressing on him, and secretly evoked a smile. Unfathomable smile.

He knew where Rong Jian's weakness was, and if he poked him a little, his heart would soften.

For a while, no one spoke except for the comfortable meow of the milk.

Just at this moment, the doorbell downstairs was like a thunderbolt on the ground, which suddenly startled the two and the cat.

"Looking for you?" Rong Jian raised his eyebrows.

"Probably a reporter, don't worry about him." Lin Yanxiu didn't bother to answer.

But the doorbell still kept ringing, and even the phone in Rong Jian's pocket started vibrating violently.

Lin Yanxiu watched him pick up the phone vigilantly. As soon as he said "Hello", the other end immediately yelled, "Little Rong Jian, please open the door for your grandpa! I know you are inside!"

Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu stared at each other, and said at the same time, "Junjie?!"

"Isn't he missing? Why did he come to look for you at this time?" Lin Yanxiu was full of doubts, reluctantly let go of his hand, and followed Rong Jian downstairs.

Turning on the chandelier in the living room, the sudden light blinded one's eyes, and it took a while to get used to it.

Junjie stood there with a displeased face outside the door, finally waited for the door to open, and said angrily: "I have worked so hard to find you for a long time, but I have been made to wait for so long, I should have known that I would not be in your muddy water! "

Rong Jian looked puzzled, but he was very relieved to see his old friend safe and sound.

With a cramped smile, he said sincerely, "So you're not dead yet."

"—You're the one who's going to die!" Junjie gave him a hard roll of the eyes, and this time he got into the door cheekily and sat down on the sofa.

"Didn't Lu Tinggan be looking for you all over the world?" Lin Yanxiu held milk in his arms, looked like a master, and poured him a cup of coffee, "I'm curious, how did you run back to China from under his nose of?"

Rong Jian's eyes were fixed on his left hand, there was an obvious scar in the center of the back of his hand, and he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with the wound on your hand?"

Junjie lowered his eyelids and drank his coffee, and said lightly, "Well, I was shot while running away, and that's it."

Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu were startled at the same time.

"Shot? Can you still play games?"

Jun Jie shrugged his shoulders and said with a mocking smile: "Nonsense, although the daily life is not affected much, and ordinary games can be played, but it is obviously impossible to maintain the previous high hand speed and participate in professional leagues."

Rong Jian's heart was shocked, hundreds of people were mixed.

What's the use of a human emperor who can't use his hands?

Junjie seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled slightly, and quickly gave the answer: "At that time, I jumped into the sea, thinking that I was going to die, but I was rescued by a passing smuggling boat, and there was a crew member on board I am a game fan, he recognizes me, and after I woke up, I followed the smuggling boat back to China, so the United States does not know yet."

"Later, I was recuperating in Yunnan for a period of time. I happened to meet Wu Heng, the head coach of the national team, and kindly accepted me, a cripple, as an assistant coach of the national team, ha ha."

Rong Jian still didn't understand what these words meant, Lin Yanxiu took a sharp breath: "Country, family, team?!"

Jun Jie nodded lightly, looked at Rong Jian, and said meaningfully: "Actually, I came here specially to find you and heard about you on the way. Although I don't know what grievances Weta has with you, it doesn't matter."

"I can't be more clear about your strength. I just came to ask you, are you interested in joining the Chinese national team?"

In the large living room, there was a moment of silence.