forced petting

It's not that I don't care. It's just that there are things that should be more concerned.

He cares about his own life. Because he knows very well that he doesn't care about his own life, let alone others.

And at that time, the old man had already disliked him from the bottom of his heart. He also thought about his head more than once and took many actions. He knew that no matter what he did, it was useless.

He thought that in the old man's heart, he had already been equated with adjectives such as Humeizi and Huoshui. At that time, even if he went there in a serious way, it would not necessarily increase his positive points.

After all, those big men with eyes on the top of their heads. Once everything is decided, they will not be affected or shaken by anything. Naturally, they will not change easily because of his appearance at that time. original intention.

But the shape of the bathrobe is indeed a little bold and a little frivolous.

Wu Yan had to admit that his mentality at that time was actually far less calm and meaningless than it appeared at that time.

But, fortunately, it's all over.

"Is this a problem for you?" Just as he was thinking, Wu Yan suddenly looked at the man beside him.

When. He became interested in such details.

"Hehe... Anyway, I'm very happy." The man smiled and hugged him tightly in your arms. It's not a big force, but it seems to be deeply embedded in his arms, and Melt into itself.

"I'm glad you cherish your life so much. Ayan. You've always been a smart person..."

"No. Yi Yang. I've never been a smart person. In fact, I'm just an idiot." Interrupting Yi Yang with a wry smile. Wu Yan said lightly.

Not just an idiot. A stupid, stubborn idiot. If not. How could he live his life like this.

"No matter what. Because you are alive, everything is enough." Yi Yang said stubbornly.

"Yeah. I'm still alive. And I'll live well." He murmured. Wu Yan was startled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to return Yi Yang's waist.

"Let's go home."

"Okay. But before that, I..." responded. Wu Yan looked at Yi Yang with some embarrassment.

He had to see Myert. Not to say goodbye. After all, saying goodbye to people like them doesn't mean much. His reason for going to Myert was unspoken.

For Chen Donglai...

His sister's cherished husband, Melt's former subordinate, and brother-in-law who betrayed him once.

Yi Yang smiled dotingly: "Go to him. He won't refuse you."

……

Wu Yan doesn't know whether Maiert will reject him. As for Yi Yang's saying that he will not refuse, he actually didn't think too much.

In all fairness, according to Yi Yang's understanding of Maiert, that statement should be sure. But the reason why men believe it is not because of their belief in Yi Yang.

He himself is very clear. The reason why he behaved like this is entirely because his mind is too messy. So there is no free time to think at all.

Just leave as soon as you say. Yi Yang has always been a man of action.

The decision has been made. No matter how much entanglement and anxiety are in my heart, Myert's study room indeed appeared in front of Wu Yan in an instant.

Of course. Maybe not in an instant. But the person involved feels that time passes quickly, doesn't it?

Take a deep breath. The man smiles and pushes open the door.

Myert had given him privileges. When he went to the study to find him, he never had to tell or knock on the door.

As for other places, naturally most of them can't be so free. It's not that they are afraid of him revealing something. After all, there are only a lot of secrets and important things in the study.

At first, Wu Yan also thought that Maiert was thinking of looking down on him. He felt that even if he was sure that he would do something, he would not be able to make big waves. But later he realized that Maiert was just a sharp eye. It's already clear that he's not that kind of person.

And he didn't let him go to other places. The reason is actually very simple. He just didn't want him to encounter some things that he shouldn't encounter.

After all, no matter how harmonious two people are, their respective worlds are different after all. Especially in their combination, there are even more essential differences. Since the two cannot achieve that kind of integration in terms of world outlook, then each sticks to its own position. Build a peaceful world that only belongs to two people.

That way, even if it is a false balance, everyone knows it well and has worked hard. So the relationship will not be greatly affected by the real world of each other.

Wu Yan has always thought so.

This is also the best way he can currently accept to get along with them.

If you can’t refuse, then don’t refuse. If you can’t accept something, then don’t face it squarely. Although it is an ostrich mentality, it is indeed a kind of great wisdom and foolishness.

Sometimes, acting stupid is the kingly way. Only by turning a blind eye and closing one eye can we have the last laugh, right?

There is a breeze raising the beige lace curtains. A faint light shines through them and sprinkles thinly in the room.

Maiert, dressed in light-colored casual clothes, leaned quietly in front of the desk, holding a document with stiff lines at his fingertips, and focused on the paper in his hand with a calm expression. It was originally a casual dress, but because of That focused attitude became elegant and serious.

"Here we come." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Melt smiled and glanced at the man, picked up a pen from the side, and continued to stare at the document in his hand.

"En..." Wu Yan was stunned, and slowly walked into his room. Then, he sat down on the sofa not far from the desk.

Neither of the two spoke. In the room, only the rustling of the pen in Melt's hand, occasionally writing and drawing on the paper, could be heard faintly.

"Do you want to go with him?" Suddenly, Miert said.

"Ah... what..." The man was clever. He seemed a little unresponsive. He looked at Maierte with some embarrassment.

When getting along with people like Miert, at first he was always full of energy. But after getting along for a long time, he became familiar with each other. I just feel that the quiet atmosphere when getting along with Miert is particularly dizzy. sleepy...

Yes. Drowsy. Myert’s life is actually like Wu Yan’s most of the time. It’s monotonous and almost boring. Of course, this refers to the part that the man can see.

As for the unseen part. Well. It's nothing more than some bloodshed. Ordinary people don't know it.

Wu Yan has always been measured.

So, Wu Yan was really drowsy just now, almost dozed off.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the tip of the pen rustling on the paper, Melt laughed softly. It seemed that he had already understood the temperament of a man very thoroughly: "Yi Yang. You have already met."

"Well, yes..."

"When will we go?" The tone was still calm.

"Today..." Wu Yan's scalp felt a little numb.

"Today..." The pen in Maiert's hand paused, then continued to move, muttering: "This is really his temper."

"I'm here to find you, Myert..."

The man slowly stopped his hands. The emotion in his eyes was like a deep sea.

"I know what your purpose is. Wu. You know that I will never refuse you..."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Yan didn't have time to react. The third party, Yi Yang, who spoiled the scenery, broke in uninvited.

"We're almost done talking."

The words were addressed to Wu Yan, but the eyes were looking at Maierte, with a slight defensiveness, as if the person in front of him was some kind of treacherous and evil person.

Alright. Is the person in front of him really a villain? And he is the ultimate **oss level among the villains.

"What do you think?" The one who said this was naturally Melt.

"..." Yi Yang didn't answer. He just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. He walked to Wu Yan and brought the man up from the sofa. He put his arms around his waist and said.

"Let's go."

Wu Yan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to look at Maiert, but felt a slight tightening of the waist, so he had no choice but to respond.

"it is good."

He's always been a cooperative person, isn't he?

Besides, Myert's words. Wu Yan admits that he believes in Myert's promise even more.

He already knew what he wanted. Since he said just now that he would not refuse, he agreed.

"..."

There was no sound in the room. None of the three people spoke. Melt still just stared at the document in his hand intently. He still made comments and signed in a regular rhythm. Until the other two people in the room left completely. Close the file. Put the pen aside.

Smiling, he glanced at the distant helicopter outside the window. Melt slowly pressed the button on the desk.

The action just started. A black figure came in from the door with a swish.

"Sir, do you have any orders..."

……

Champagne wine. Refrigerator fruit. Premium sofa. Soft big bed.

Sitting on a private jet, Wu Yan really experienced the feeling of a local tyrant again. Even though he has already felt numb to this kind of abandonment, he still can't help feeling that the feeling of being rich is good.

Hey, no one is born only willing to be an ascetic.

He sighed in his heart. The man's eyes subconsciously looked out the window. The plane was passing through the sky smoothly at the moment. Through the window, he could almost see the cotton candy-like clouds directly.

As for the shadowy sea under the plane...

Although Wu Yan usually has some symptoms of fear of heights, but in this situation on the plane, apart from the feeling of movement in the eyes, there is really no special feeling.

"any drinks."

Yi Yang took out two clean and transparent goblets from the side disinfection cabinet and put them on the table. Seeing that the man was in a trance, he couldn't help but repeat it.

"Ah...no need. I prefer to eat this." The man was startled. He picked up a washed apple in front of him with a smile, and bit it down with a click.