money worship

Jing Tang pushed open the door of the house, and walked out quickly as if fleeing.

"Yan Cheng will support Jing Tang for the rest of his life" - the third clause in the third chapter of the agreement was set by him himself. At that time, he wanted to get tired of Yan Cheng, but he never imagined that one day in the future, he would want to overthrow the third clause.

But when he proposed to divorce in the future, Yan Cheng should be relieved, because Yan Cheng was originally forced.Jingtang thought, he should have done a good deed.

In fact, when they were drinking with Jin Muhuai last night, the two chatted a lot.

The conversation was initiated by Jing Tang.He shook the wine glass, and while listening to the crisp sound of the crushed ice cubes hitting the glass wall, he asked drunkenly, "How do you two know each other?"

He was already a little unclear, just thinking about it in his mind.Thinking that this place is gay, Jin Muhuai also came, which means that Jin is gay.I also thought that this person is handsome, has excellent work ability, seems to be quite social and familiar, and knows Yan Cheng, but the relationship between the two is unknown-very suspicious.

So I couldn't resist asking.

Jin Muhuai's eyes flowed, and there was a little cunning hidden in his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was light and light: "I met on the bed."

Jing Tang spat out a mouthful of wine, wanted to speak but was choked by her own saliva, covered her mouth and coughed for a long time.Jin Muhuai supported his face with one hand and patted him on the back with the other: "Why are you so excited?"

Jingtang managed to calm down, and reached out to grab Jin Muhuai's collar: "Really?!"

Jin Muhuai looked at him and said, "Fake, I don't match Mr. Yan's model."

Jing Tang couldn't help but rolled her eyes, let go of him in disgust, and muttered, "You crazy!"

"Seeing that you are not in a good mood, I am teasing you." Jin Muhuai calmly cleaned up the collar that was scratched by Jingtang, and explained, "Actually, we met because of our work contacts. President Yan didn't tell you Well, the reason why he came to Oak City University today is because I invited him to listen to the lecture given by me and Dean Zhou of the School of Medicine."

Jing Tang said sullenly: "He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask." At that time, Yan Cheng said that he had something to do in Licheng University, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What job?" Jingtang asked casually.

"About the development of surgical robots, I am now helping Mingyi's team with medical guidance." Jin Muhuai said, "Mr. Yan attaches great importance to this project. Besides me, he also invited other outstanding surgeons at home and abroad to invest in it. Quite a few."

Jingtang nodded.He knew a little bit about this, and also knew that Yan Cheng was trapped by this project, otherwise Yan Cheng should be able to help him solve all his debt problems at once.

"...Is he busy recently?" Jing Tang asked in a low voice.Yan Cheng has been in a bad mood recently, and seems to be always upset, Jing Tang can feel these emotions.

"Get busy." Jin Muhuai said, "Whoever is in business is not busy."

With the addition of his burden, it will be even busier.Jing Tang thought in a low mood, and he was always playing temper with Yan Cheng, and his anger caused the relationship between father and son to break up, and he was so hungry that he caused Yan Cheng to go to the hospital to accompany him, or because of trivial matters Yan Cheng had a cold war with Yan Cheng over trivial matters, and Yan Cheng must have annoyed him to death.

Why can't he learn to be more honest?

Don't say what can help Shang Yancheng, at least don't always make trouble for Yancheng.

Jingtang thought of Yan Cheng's exhausted look in the car a few hours earlier, and felt even more sad, always feeling that he was responsible for all of this.

Just as he was thinking about something, a hand suddenly dropped from the top of his hair and stroked Jingtang's fluffy and soft black hair.

Jin Muhuai coaxed him: "Don't think wildly, it's not good for your health."

"Huh?" Jing Tang tilted her head, avoiding the man's hand.

The right to touch the head is exclusive to his parents and Yan Cheng.

"I'm serious." Jin Muhuai was not annoyed, he withdrew his hand and continued to drink, "Boss Yan is quite worried about you, and asked me to recommend him a psychiatrist."

"W-why..." Jing Tang froze for a moment, "Do I look sick?"

"Sometimes people who are sick can't feel that they are sick." Jin Muhuai looked at him and said, "But others can see clearly."

Jing Tang got a little angry, and said stubbornly, "I'm not sick."

He is sane and moves freely, neither self-harm nor suicidal, he even resorted to such dirty tricks as crawling on the bed, he wants to live well even if he hurt Yan Cheng and Yan Jue.He has lived so hard, why should he be said to be sick.

It's just because my parents are gone, so I feel a little lonely and sad.

"...I'm not sick." Jingtang rubbed the tip of her sore nose, and repeated in a hoarse voice, not knowing who she was trying to tell.

Jin Muhuai sighed softly.

Later, when Jing Tang fell into a coma from drunk and fell into a deep sleep, he had several random dreams, the contents of which were nothing more than some fears deep in his heart.

He dreamed that he was pushed into the crowd like his parents by someone, fell to the ground, stepped on many feet, couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried, and was about to die.

I also dreamed that Yan Cheng finally got tired of him and tired of him, and kicked him out and left him to fend for himself. He waited downstairs and refused to leave, drenched in the rain.

I also dreamed that when I was a child, Yan Jue angrily pulled him out of Yan Cheng's arms, punched him on the nose, and asked him why he had no shame in robbing his father, saying that he would never be friends with him again.

At six o'clock in the morning, Jing Tang was awakened by the nightmare, she opened her eyes in a daze, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, when she turned her head, she saw Yan Cheng's sleeping state, and felt like crying.He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed Yan Cheng's slightly frowning brows.

It's all his fault, causing Yan Cheng to frown even in deep sleep.

Jingtang misses the Uncle Yan she met when she was five years old. He was tall and handsome, with a smile in his eyes. He was very patient and gentle with him, and his arms were warm.

That feeling seems to be gone now.Even though he had already kissed and made love with Yan Cheng, and was caressed and possessed from head to toe, he always felt as if something was missing.

Yan Cheng changed, starting from the night when he intentionally got him drunk.

He doesn't want to coax him anymore, his words are often thorny, and he always looks irritable and tired, and he is not allowed to call Uncle Yan anymore.As if trying to avoid something.

Jingtang recalled the conversation he had with Yan Cheng the afternoon he came back from the funeral. He asked Yan Cheng if he also thought he was mean. That's why he did this to him.

"Yan Cheng..." Jing Tang propped himself up lightly, moved his face closer, touched Yan Cheng's lips lightly, and asked seriously, "You hate me, don't you?"

Yan Cheng didn't wake up, nor could he hear him.

"I'm sorry." Jingtang lowered her eyes and muttered to herself, "No one would like someone like me, right?"

He sat for a while, then got out of bed, washed and dressed.

In fact, because he was busy with his defense these two days, he didn't submit his resume, let alone make an appointment for an interview, but he suddenly felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, so he wanted to go out for a while.

Go out and calm down for a while, and then come back as if nothing happened.

Then really start to be a good kid who doesn't bother people.

Seeing Jingtang running out of the house, Yan Cheng suddenly felt a little flustered.He didn't care that he was still wearing pajamas, and hurriedly followed, trying to chase Jing Tang back to ask for clarification, but turned the doorknob, but the anti-theft door didn't move at all, he could only stand there and sigh, clutching his forehead.

Jing Tang was afraid that he would chase after her, so she actually locked the door from the outside.

The door of the house is electronically locked, even if it is locked from the outside, the door can be opened by setting the system from the inside, but the operation is a bit complicated, and by the time he opens the door, Jing Tang probably has disappeared.

Yan Cheng took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it, and when the door opened, Jing Tang was no longer seen outside.So he called Jingtang and sent a WeChat message, but no one answered.

Jingtang has no relatives or friends to rely on now, if she wants to find someone, it can only be a decision.Yan Cheng rubbed the center of his brows, went back to the study and started looking for a calling card, repeated the same trick, and called from an idle number, trying to lie to him that he would answer the phone.

And he doesn't know what to do now, so he wants to talk to his son.

Yan Jue was a little annoyed to get up, and dazedly fumbled under the pillow for a long time before he found the phone that was ringing non-stop. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so he hung up immediately.As a result, the phone rang again just after hanging up, so he had no choice but to answer it, and said annoyedly: "No insurance, no wine, no set meal! Call black again!"

"Xiao Jue..." Yan Cheng's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding a little confused and helpless, "He said that he will divorce me when the debt is paid off."

Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to realize who the "he" Yan Cheng was talking about, and then he woke up instantly, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Logically speaking, he should be happy when he heard the news, because the first reason he ran away from home was to force Yan Cheng and Jing Tang to divorce, but now that Yan Cheng told him this, he was definitely not happy.

It's hard to describe, but it's a bit complicated anyway.

"Jing Tang really said that?" Yan Jue scratched his hair in confusion, and confirmed it again.

Yan Cheng gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Jue was silent for a moment, and the fragment of yesterday afternoon appeared in his mind.When Jing Tang heard that Yan Cheng had found Zheng Zhen's father in order to protect him, his reaction was clearly...

Obviously, I was really moved.

But Yan Jue didn't know whether he should tell Yan Cheng about this, because he didn't know what Jing Tang was thinking in the future, nor did he know how Yan Cheng thought of Jing Tang.With his current position, it is impossible to ask these two people.

While Yan Jue was still struggling, Yan Cheng continued: "He said just now that he was going for an interview, and then he left, locking me at home and preventing me from chasing after him."

During the last cold war, he placed Jingtang away and made Jingtang angry. This time he wanted to chase him, but Jingtang refused to let him chase him. How to do.He told Yan Jue that he wanted to hear what his son had to say, after all, Yan Jue and Jing Tang could almost be regarded as growing up together.

Yan Jue could hear a sense of powerlessness from Yan Cheng's tone, but right now he was powerless.

"...I don't know what to do, Jingtang was not like this before." Yan Jue sighed subtly, "I'll give him a try, maybe he will answer when I call."

Jing Tang used to be a straight-talking young man, his thoughts were clearly written on his face, and he never beat around the bush when he wanted something. Although he was a bit self-willed and skinny, he always looked happy, which was also very good Understand.

Now it's not so happy, not so easy to understand.

Yan Cheng said, "Okay."

"I'll let you out of the small black room, don't use this account anymore." Yan Jue twitched the corners of his lips and muttered, "Like a salesman."

"...Son." Just when Yan Jue was about to hang up the phone, Yan Cheng spoke again, "Thank you."

Yan Jue snorted and said, "Don't thank me for his affairs."

After hanging up the phone, Yanjue sighed heavily, reached out to touch the black-rimmed glasses on the bedside, and muttered in a low voice, "This is all nonsense all day long!"

But it is rare to be relied on by his father, and he is still a little happy in his heart.

The author says:

Uncle Yan: Son, help!

Verdict: Can't be saved, can't be saved.

In the next chapter, we will switch back to Xiaotang's studio. Who might we bump into when we run around?