money worship

In an instant, everyone present was silent, and only the light click of the hands of the wall clock was left in the huge living room.

"I'll come back to get my clothes." Yan Jue looked at Jing Tang who was standing beside his father with his eyes, noticing his slightly swollen lips and the looming red marks hidden under the collar of his white shirt.He sneered, turned and went to his room.

"Leave right now, don't disturb you—"

Deliberately prolonging the ending sound, it is very disdainful.

Jing Tang knew that Yan Jue deliberately wanted to embarrass herself, and also knew that this was what he deserved.Yan Jue has always been his good friend, and now that the relationship has become like this, he actually feels very sad in his heart.

But he doesn't regret it.

"Go and wash first." Yan Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go talk to Yan Jue."

Jing Tang said: "...OK."

He opened his legs, and just took a few steps forward, then stopped again, turned around, looked at Yan Cheng: "Do you also think I'm quite despicable?"

Yan Cheng took off his suit jacket, put it on his arm, and looked up at him: "Is it meaningful to ask these things now?"

"That's right." Jing Tang opened the corner of her mouth and smiled inexplicably.

Yan Cheng left him and walked towards Yan Jue's room.

The door was closed, and there was a bang bang bang bang sound from inside, it should be packing things.It's just that Yan Jue hasn't calmed down, so it's a bit heavy to start.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, then turned the handle and went in.

Then a heavy professional book flew towards him, and it hit Yan Cheng's chest firmly, and then hit the wooden floor with a loud thud.

Yan Cheng was a little helpless: "I knocked on the door."

Yan Jue opened the suitcase, stuffed the clothes and the books for writing the thesis into it, and said without looking back: "I didn't allow you to come in."

Yan Jue asked again: "Then I go out?"

Yan Jue let out a "tss" and said, "Stop putting on airs, if you really respect my ideas, you won't marry Jing Tang."

"I really don't understand what you think, and I don't want to understand now." Yan Jue turned his back to Yan Cheng, holding a stack of books, and put them heavily in the box, "Anyway, there is him in this house without me. With me without him, when will he divorce you and get out, when will I come back, don't call me again, I'm so annoying."

"...Jing Tang has no parents and is burdened with debts, so she can't live alone." Yan Jue said in a low voice.

"Stop making excuses, I know all about it." Yan Jue dropped the book in his hand and stood up, turning around, "Isn't it just that he crawled into your bed and you slept with him and you were afraid he would sue you? He always does that I tricked you and you still follow him? Are you mistaken, Yan Cheng, you don't owe him anything!"

As soon as Yan Jue thought of this incident, he became angry and stopped calling "Dad", his eyes were bloodshot with excitement.

"I've never seen such an outrageous thing!" Yan Jue suddenly choked up, "I, I have always regarded him as my best friend, who would have thought..."

The reason why he was so angry and ran away from home was not because Yan Cheng remarried.He knows how flamboyant Yan Cheng has been outside these years, and he doesn't care.But he couldn't bear the fact that his father married his best friend, especially because Jing Tang did it on purpose.

He felt that he had been betrayed by Jing Tang, the friendship of so many years, as well as his family, were all destroyed by Jing Tang.

Yan Cheng didn't speak, and didn't know what else to say.In this matter, he was indeed sorry for his son.

He silently watched Yanjue packed his luggage and left home with the suitcase.

"It's crazy..." Yan Cheng leaned against the wall, looked at the slightly empty bedroom in front of him, closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows.

To be honest, he is not a saint. After Yanjue ran away from home, he thought more than once of divorcing Jingtang and letting the child fend for himself.But whenever such thoughts come up, the image of Jingtang sitting on the bed with red marks all over her body, crying with tears all over her face while threatening him will suddenly come to mind.

He felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Yan Cheng sighed, and sat down beside Yan Jue's single bed, just sitting in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the open door suddenly moved, making an extremely slight creaking sound.Then, a fluffy head popped out by the door.

Jingtang took a bath and washed her hair again, she just dried her head, her black hair was fluffy, like a lion cub.

"Has Yan Jue left...?" Jing Tang only showed a pair of bright eyes, looked around the room, and asked in a low voice.

"Let's go." Yan Cheng stood up, turned off the light in Yan Jue's bedroom, came out of the room, and closed the door behind his back, "What's wrong?"

"The meal you ordered just now has been delivered." Jing Tang stretched out her hand and took Yan Cheng's generous palm naturally, as if the conversation not long ago had never happened before, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go eat , the food is still hot."

Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the hands he held with Jing Tang.

Jingtang's hands are white and thin, flawless like jade, it looks like a pair of hands that have never been honed by suffering.Not only his hands, but Jingtang's whole body is like this, fair and thin, but not that kind of morbidly thin.He was well-raised by his deceased parents, and he was well-proportioned and healthy, with flesh where there should be flesh, such as that face with a little baby fat remaining, and a body that could be called beautiful.

The night they had sex for the first time was also the first time Yan Cheng saw Jing Tang naked.Although he was very drunk and not fully conscious, he also expressed admiration in his heart at the moment when the clothes were taken off.

- What a beautiful child.

Yan Cheng has lived for more than 40 years and has slept with many good-looking men and women, so he has rich experience in that area.But even so, Jingtang's body and her reaction on the bed brought him a very fresh, even a bit addictive experience.

This feeling made him want to try again with Jing Tang for the second, third, and countless times, and then tirelessly imprint his own mark on that body.

Yan Cheng himself couldn't figure out why, it was obvious that Jing Tang was not his type.

Yan Cheng ordered dinner casually, three dishes and one soup, delicious and plentiful.

The two sat down at the dining table, one ate slowly and carefully, and the other ate like a glutton, whirling away.Jing Tang was starving to death, she showed her true colors as soon as she was on the table, she completely forgot to pretend to be good in front of Yan Cheng, picked up the bowl and began to cook, and in less than 5 minutes, most of the bowl of rice was finished.

Yan Cheng held his chopsticks and looked at Jing Tang's bold and unrestrained eating with complicated eyes, always feeling that he would choke himself to death in the next second.

"...Eat slowly and drink water." Yan Cheng poured a glass of warm water and pushed it in front of Jingtang, "Eating too fast is not good for digestion."

Jing Tang paused for a while before raising her head, but the corners of her eyes were red.

Yan Cheng witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of tears accumulating rapidly in Jingtang's eye sockets and then falling non-stop, and he suddenly panicked.

He didn't know why Jingtang cried without warning.

"Xiaotang... what's wrong?"

Jingtang swallowed the rice with difficulty, sniffed and whimpered, "Yan Cheng, you look like my father."

The author says:

Uncle Yan thought to himself: What should I do, I turned on Xiaotang's tear switch without knowing why... (panic)

Xiaotang: Woohoo, you look like my father QAQ

Uncle Yan: ……………… Oh.