I see myself

Fang Zhan felt that Jiang Yansheng was not showing weakness to himself, but poking his heart with words.

Compared with the young master's waywardness making him angry, he didn't want to call him like a cat who was poked in the wound and tried to please his master.

Looking at Jiang Yansheng's ghostly appearance, he would be a ghost if no one stimulated him.

After thinking about it carefully, he always felt that the problem still lies with himself.

But why?

In less than two hours of the banquet, what kind of gossip can spread?

He didn't doubt what Qiao Rui said to the outside world, because he knew this person well, he wanted to see Jiang Yansheng's jokes, it was because he wanted to see Jiang Yansheng's jokes, not because he wanted others to see them, and even if others saw them, he might He would even backhand stab the person who made fun of Jiang Yansheng.

If it wasn't for this disguised "protection", he wouldn't have played with Qiao Rui in his last life.

Fang Zhan walked back to the table and apologized to the people in the video. After listening to the understanding there, he took the initiative to reduce the profit by two percentage points. After finishing the negotiation, he called the friend who hosted the banquet and asked if there was surveillance in the villa.

The result is not unexpected, because it has just been decorated and has not been installed.

The timer on the table was ticking, and the young master was lying beside the bookcase, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, with half of his face buried in the blanket, only the fluffy top of his head and the bridge of his nose under the blindfold were exposed.

Fang Zhan's heart was sore and soft, and he felt that he was looking at his immature son with the mentality of an old father, and he felt a little angry, because no matter how much he emphasized to Jiang Yansheng, he didn't believe in himself, and was affected by it. Even if he was bullied, he didn't know to sue himself.

He probably understands the people who were with him in the previous life... Fang Zhan was taken aback for a moment, no, no one took care of him like this in the previous life.

He refused to recall, got up, walked to Jiang Yansheng and knelt down, whispered his name in his ear,

"Yansheng?"

Jiang Yansheng didn't fall asleep completely, and was falling into a shallow dream at this time. He dreamed that Fang Zhan scolded him as a waste in the garage, dreamed that Fang Zhan was hugging him tenderly, and dreamed that he was rejected by Fang Zhan's courtship , he eagerly went to find Fang Zhan's lips, and seemed to be really successful. He was gently guided and licked by the other party. He pushed aside the darkness that blocked him, raised his head to please Fang Zhan's eyes, and then he really saw arrive.

Fang Zhan heaved a sigh of relief when he got his reaction.

Fortunately, I can still respond to myself, so it shouldn't be a period of illness.

Seeing Jiang Yansheng opened his eyes, he asked softly,

"Do you want to go back to the bedroom and sleep?"

Jiang Yansheng felt that there were illusions in front of his eyes, like those luxurious banquets, like roast chickens with warm light in the window, they were so close in front of them, but they couldn't even touch the temperature with their hands.

But he felt that Fang Zhan was holding him, and he remembered vaguely that he seemed to be sleeping beside Fang Zhan.

Because he was afraid, he couldn't see the other party when he looked up.

Fang Zhan wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him. Jiang Yansheng leaned into his arms, and he could clearly see the neatly combed hair at his temples, as well as a strand of black hair hanging from his forehead.

He tried to defend Fang Zhan, and it was impossible to judge the two of them.

But the memory was mobilized, and he sadly found that he had pieced together all the neglected details, and even made a thread for the acquaintance of Qiao Rui and Fang Zhan.

Fang Zhan chose to shoot because of Qiao Rui's phone call. When he arrived at the shooting range and saw Qiao Rui, he was stunned. People are always in touch, and it's no wonder Qiao Rui smiled weirdly when he punched him.

Then if Fang Zhan chose Qiao Rui instead of empathy, why didn't he separate from him and talk about it?

Suddenly, there is a reason for everything that is unreasonable.

Because Fang Zhan knew about his illness, he couldn't bear it.

He was already soft-hearted, even if he almost told Ruan Luo that he was taking care of someone else, he would be able to dispel his anger by enduring his temper for a while, and he would be lured into becoming a formal boyfriend by himself again.

If you think about it this way, if you are afraid that you will not be able to think about it for a while, it is understandable to keep your mouth shut and not mention the breakup.

So he is still gentle with himself, but he can't go against his heart and sex again.

The only condition left for this assumption to be true is, how did Fang Zhan know that he was sick?

The abnormality started after sex that night and before he woke up the next day.

Who is he apologizing to?What did he do afterwards?

On the plane he asked himself...

Jiang Yansheng suddenly thought of someone.

Fang Zhan didn't take him back to the bedroom directly, but put him in a corner of the sofa and went to pour him water.

The teapot that was used to make tea just now was still on the kitchen table. He felt the temperature that had cooled down, poured boiling water in, poured a cup for the young master from the spout, and handed it to him.

"There are red dates in it. If you don't want to drink it, you can hold it with your hands. You can go to bed when your body is warm."

Jiang Yansheng looked at him slowly, stretched out his hand to take it slowly, held it in his hand, and said:

"I suddenly remembered something. Teacher Liu said that some American institute of technology had written back. I promised to call him back, but I haven't yet."

Fang Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him suspiciously,

"Are you sure...you want to go to school right now?"

Jiang Yansheng nodded,

"I want to leave early."

Fang Zhan couldn't believe it anymore.

"Are you so eager to leave me?"

How is it possible, Jiang Yansheng answered with self-deprecation in his heart.

After he left, what would Fang Zhan do?

Finally, there are no more obstacles between him and Qiao Rui?

But if Qiao Rui brags about Fang Zhan with others, he won't really like him at all.

And Qiao Rui... the young master's brain circuit turned nine times and eighteen times, and finally reached an agreement with Fang Zhan at a certain point. Qiao Rui was most likely out of anger for himself, and didn't take Fang Zhan seriously at all.

How can he leave with peace of mind like this.

But he nodded seriously,

"Don't you want me to be obedient?"

Fang Zhan: "...All right, but I don't want you to be obedient."

After he finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong with him, making people obedient but not obedient, worried that he would be decadent and feel weird when he saw him better.

"Forget it, you can call, I will listen by the side."

Jiang Yansheng glanced at him, picked up the phone slowly, and dialed it.

The young master did not lie, there was indeed a reply from the school, and anyone who wanted to enroll in the school could go there at any time. Fang Zhan felt relieved when he heard the name of the school.

It is a top university in the world, but I just don't know how the professors are.

Teacher Liu seemed to guess what Fang Zhan was thinking, and explained in the microphone,

"This professor grew up in the church. He is very kind and doesn't push students all the time. It just suits your situation."

Jiang Yansheng glanced at Fang Zhan quickly after hearing this, then put down the cup and walked to the second bedroom on the other side.

Fang Zhan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was sensitive and afraid that he would find something wrong, so he stood up cooperatively, pretending to pour himself a glass of water, and walked back to the window with his back turned to him.

The second bedroom and the living room are separated by a cloakroom and they have to turn around the corridor. Jiang Yansheng asked the people over there softly,

"teacher."

He grabbed a pot of vigorous green plants under the window sill,

"Did you mention me to Fang Zhan..."

He couldn't continue, but Teacher Liu came to his senses, and after being silent for a while, he replied:

"Yes."

Jiang Yansheng pinched into the green leaves with his fingertips and saw the juice left,

"When?"

"should be..."

Teacher Liu recalled,

"It should be the day when the Nasdaq rose by 1.5%? In the early hours of the 9th? Because I didn't make the call until after the sell-off at two o'clock, so I remember the time better."

The night they were in Germany was on the 8th and the early morning of the 9th, so it was better to go.

Jiang Yansheng's mind was in a daze. He was holding his mobile phone when he heard that the second boot had also fallen off.

Back in the living room, Fang Zhan was still standing in front of the window, he heard the sound of slippers stepping on the floor, holding a teacup in his hand, then sat down on the black leather sofa, and put a pillow next to him,

"Honey, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Yansheng stood still, he opened his arms again,

"Would you like to sit on me?"

The young master walked over step by step and sat down next to him.

Fang Zhan reached out to touch the temperature of his hands, and found that it was slightly warmer, then picked up his legs and put them on his own, so that Jiang Yansheng could lean on the corner of the sofa and look at him sideways.

Holding the young master's exposed ankle with his ten fingers, using his body temperature to warm it up, he asked casually,

"Did someone say something to you at the banquet tonight?"

Jiang Yansheng looked down at his movements, and asked,

"for example?"

"Such as... saying we are not worthy? Like mocking me?"

Jiang Yansheng laughed. He broke away from Fang Zhan's movements, got up and knelt on him, pushed Fang Zhan back, and smiled with his head down.

"You know what I'm thinking every time you say these things to me?"

Fang Zhan hugged his waist and let him pounce on him,

"what?"

"I want to sleep with you."

Fang Zhan's nose was almost touching him, and he felt the seriousness in his eyes, and his heart faintly collapsed.

He has been avoiding the matter of going to bed, and he also knows that the young master is suspicious of it.

But what did he say, he said that when I saw my face, I felt pain, pet, and heart, but I just didn’t have sex, so I raised my head halfway and thought that my face was being bullied, so I couldn’t get hard?

This is simply rushing to give the young master an opportunity to quarrel.

But soon, Fang Zhan realized that he really thought highly of himself. In the face of absolute sensory comfort, it was not difficult at all to choose to give up his mind.

Jiang Yansheng was extremely persistent, and almost used all his skills to make him comfortable. Fang Zhan raised his head in a straight posture, half-closed his eyes, and focused his gaze on the potted plant not far away.

The branches and leaves trembled, and the water he had just watered rolled on the surface.

He heard a groan, the trembling stopped, the water on the leaf surface dripped into the soil along the tip of the leaf, and finally couldn't hold back, he picked him up, and took the unopened bottle that the young master just took out from the coffee table drawer. Lubricant, and led people back to the study, picked up the blindfold left on it and put it on the face of the young master, then leaned over and kissed the tip of his ear,

"Baby, tell me if it hurts."

Jiang Yansheng didn't make a sound. He felt the patient movements of the people behind him, and he could hardly control the choking in his throat.

He chose to retract the turtle shell, forgetting what he had heard, as long as he didn't know, everything would be as usual.

Fang Zhan felt the wetness on his face halfway, stopped his movements, took off the blindfold, and saw that he was covering his face in a panic, so he turned everyone around, saw his red eyes, fell silent for a moment, and then moved He pressed his back against the wall behind the sofa, lowered his head to kiss his lips, and called his name with a sigh,

"Yansheng."

Jiang Yansheng couldn't hold back anymore, felt his stronger movements, hugged him and whimpered.

And listen to his helpless murmur,

"Why do you love to cry so much?"

The author has something to say: I swear, there will be at most two chapters of abuse, there is a high probability of one chapter, and two chapters are afraid that I will not be able to accept it.