bad kid

It was too late for Ruan Zhimu to shout, Yan Yue had already ridden on the fat man's back.

From Ruan Zhimu's perspective, all he could see was a puddle of meat spread out on the marble floor, chrysalis desperately under Yan Yue's body, like a big fat maggot injected with hyaluronic acid that was about to explode.

The fat man shouted loudly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Ruan! I am Tang Yong, Su Yan's friend, and we met this afternoon!"

Su Yan is the bride of tonight's wedding, the owner of the hair salon.

Ruan Zhimu remembered.

This fat man is Tang Yong, Su Yan's partner. He was one of the first to arrive at the hotel in the afternoon, and he held his hand as soon as we met. Sometimes he said that he looked like his high school deskmate, and sometimes he said that he looked like he was separated from him. My younger brother for many years, I still want to see his ID card.

Ruan Zhimu's hand was almost bald from being touched, so he forcibly pulled it back, and Tang Yong reluctantly let go.

Ruan Zhimu has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he has never seen anyone of all kinds. He naturally sees that Tang Yong is a gay with no integrity.

At that time, because he was a friend of the bride, he didn't have an attack.

Yan Yue turned his head and asked Ruan Zhimu: "Do you know him?"

Ruan Zhimu: "I don't know."

Yan Yue threw another right uppercut to Tang Yong's face.

Tang Yong screamed: "You dare to hit me, do you know who I am!"

Yan Yue: "Is there a prize for guessing right?"

Tang Yong: "?"

Yan Yue: "No award, I'm guessing."

One foot stepped on Tang Yong's salty pig's hand.

The hotel manager heard the movement and hurried over with a group of waiters.

However, Yan Yue was tall, with stern eyebrows, and his muscles from playing basketball, so no one dared to step forward for a while.

Seeing that Tang Yong was cleaned up honestly, Ruan Zhimu pretended to remember suddenly, and hurriedly pulled Yan Yue: "Oh, I remembered, this is the bride's friend, let go."

Yan Yue moved his wrist and stood up.

Ruan Zhimu helped Tang Yong up, annoyed: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Tang, look at my memory, there are too many guests today, I really didn't remember it just now."

Tang Yong's eyes were black and blue, and he pointed at him and Yan Yue with trembling fingers: "You are fucking looking for death."

"Mr. Tang really misunderstood," Ruan Zhimu said sincerely, "My younger brother is a bit impatient. He was just released from the juvenile prison last month, so he can't adapt to normal social life for a while."

Yan Yue looked at him.

I will help you vent your anger, you call me a juvenile delinquent?

Tang Yong's face was ugly: "You are fucking playing me."

Ruan Zhimu: "It's like this. The last time he entered the juvenile prison was because he cut off the head of a classmate, so we didn't allow him to go out with a fruit knife to prevent him from entering the palace again. Today he didn't bring a knife. You should be lucky."

Tang Yong: "The mad dog is tied up at home, what are you doing when you go out?"

Ruan Zhimu said earnestly: "Our family used to live along the coast, and it was bastard breeding. My younger brother liked to tease bastards since he was a child, feeding them with earthworms, and scratching their heads when they stretched out their heads. I was bitten by a bastard and was stimulated. From then on, whenever I saw something that looked like a bastard, I couldn't help but beat him to death. At some point, I went crazy and couldn't control it."

Tang Yong: "...you fucking call me a bastard?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Mr. Tang, don't be so inferior, I've never felt that way before."

Tang Yong: "Then what do you mean?"

"Isn't that a bastard-shaped logo on your shirt?" Ruan Zhimu said aggrievedly, "I'm just talking about the facts, why do you want to sit by yourself?"

Tang Yong looked down at his clothes: "..."

Ruan Zhimu continued: "Later, he became obsessed with bastards. When he met someone with the surname Wang, someone with eight in his name, and someone who looked like a bastard, he couldn't help but go up and beat him twice, so he beat all the teachers and students. I went through it again, entered the juvenile detention center, and was just released last month."

Tang Yong subconsciously took a step back.

Yan Yue: "..."

The people around couldn't help but walk a little further away, quietly staring at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue had an outstanding appearance, but he usually had a cold face, but just now he suddenly started beating someone violently, his brows were full of terrifying evil spirit.

Whether it is a juvenile delinquent is hard to say, but it is certain that it is not easy to mess with.

The hotel manager hurried up to smooth things over, and said to Ruan Zhimu, "In that case, take your brother back quickly."

Ruan Zhimu: "Of course, of course, I just don't know if Mr. Tang..."

Tang Yong snorted coldly.

He half-believed Ruan Zhimu's words and felt suspected of talking nonsense.But there were so many people present, and the other party was still a minor, and this time the incident was indeed caused by his lust, even if there was a big trouble, he would not be able to get anything good.

Moreover, he really couldn't beat the opponent.

If they really fought again, they would lose face again if they were pushed to the ground and hammered by a brat.

Tang Yong said viciously, "I'll let you go today."

Ruan Zhimu looked scared: "Then, Mr. Tang has nothing else to do, let's go first?"

Tang Yong snorted heavily from his nostrils again, and walked away.

-

On the way back, I took the subway, and there was only one seat left.

Ruan Zhimu asked Yan Yue to sit, but Yan Yue ignored him with a cold face, holding on to the railing with one hand and putting the other in his trouser pocket.

Ruan Zhimu sat down by himself: "Are you angry?"

Yan Yue: "No."

Ruan Zhimu: "I still said no, my mouth is so pouted that I can hang an oil pot."

Tsk, kids just can't hide themselves.

Ruan Zhimu: "Let me guess... Are you angry with me for talking nonsense just now?"

Yan Yue: "..."

Ruan Zhimu explained to him: "That Tang Yong has some money, but he is just a local hooligan. As the saying goes, he is afraid of being stunned, and he is afraid of death. I don't say that, he may hold us today. "

"You know, there are a lot of garbage people in this society. It's not worth throwing shit on yourself just to show off for a while."

Yan Yue didn't speak, and Ruan Zhimu didn't want to force him, so he closed his eyes and rested.

When he got home, Ruan Zhimu opened the door with the key.

Yan Yue: "Why let him go."

Ruan Zhimu turned on the light and changed his shoes: "How can I say let it go, haven't you already taught me a lesson. He is a cheap hand, and it's not like murder and arson. Do you want to stab him to death with a knife?"

Yan Yue stood motionless at the door: "I'm so cowardly."

Ruan Zhimu: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, you are the bravest, okay, quickly change your shoes and go take a shower."

Yan Yue: "Do you think he is rich and powerful, and he is afraid of retaliation, so stop me?"

Seeing that he was not finished, Ruan Zhimu knew that he must ask a result today, so he sat down at the dining table: "Okay, if you want to know, I will explain it to you."

Yan Yue sat down opposite him.

Ruan Zhimu: "Let's put it this way, if the other party is really rich and powerful today to the point where I can't afford to provoke him, I will take a detour from the beginning."

"I heard the bride's family chatting today, and I know that Tang Yong is just a gangster, and he still owes the bride a large sum of money."

"Even if you don't make a move today, I will fight back."

"I am very grateful for your actions today, but if there is a next time, I hope you will calm down and wait for me to deal with it instead of solving it with your fists immediately."

Yan Yue said sarcastically: "You? How to solve it? Are you extorting money from the other party?"

Ruan Zhimu: "It's also a solution."

Yan Yue's face was gloomy: "Is this your values? Everything can be measured and repaid with money, even if it is taken advantage of by others."

Ruan Zhimu said calmly: "Different lives have different solutions. Even human life is divided into high and low. Did you know it on the first day?"

Yan Yue was taken aback.

Ruan Zhimu: "If someone is killed in a car accident, the family of the deceased can give up the lawsuit if you give money; when the end of the world comes, the rich flee immediately on Noah's Ark, and the poor fend for themselves; the wine and meat of rich families stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Do you need me to give more examples?"

"If I am offended, I will fight back appropriately, but I will not cause unnecessary trouble for myself."

"There are thousands of different lives in this world, and everyone will choose the way of life that is best for them."

Yan Yue: "Since that's the case, you can just lie down and accept it at first. Why should I fight back?"

Ruan Zhimu smiled: "Ah, I didn't ask you to fight back, didn't you take the initiative?"

Yan Yue: "..."

Yan Yue: "I really shouldn't have helped you then."

Ruan Zhimu: "To be honest, I was really touched just now. I didn't expect you to act so disgusted with me. When I was bullied, you would immediately help me out."

Yan Yue was expressionless: "You think too much, I just think you're ashamed."

"A dead duck is not as tough as your mouth," Ruan Zhimu propped his chin, "You can't be so awkward in chasing girls in the future, you obviously did a good thing, but you refuse to speak well, and the living will be angry with you die."

Yan Yue: "None of your business."

"Here it goes again," Ruan Zhimu looked at his angry look for fun, "If you want me to say, you don't really hate me, do you? Help me out, and remind me not to lend money to others during the day. Why, I'm afraid I will suffer ah?"

Yan Yue: "You really know how to be passionate."

Ruan Zhimu: "Don't be embarrassed, seeing that you care about me so much, why don't you come to be my housekeeper in the future to save you from worrying so much."

On a whim, Ruan Zhimu stretched out his right hand to pinch his right cheek: "Little housekeeper?"

Cool, soft, and the skin is actually quite delicate.

Ruan Zhimu didn't realize what he had done until he finished pinching.

"Uh……"

Yan Yue's face turned red visibly.

Yan Yue has always been unmoved by the wind and rain, with little expression on his face, which is quite rare for him.

Looks like the joke went a little too far.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ruan Zhimu wanted to run away, but Yan Yue grabbed his collar and slipped back.

Yan Yue looked down at him with a rather unkind expression.

He said word by word: "Little, Guan, home, mother-in-law?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...cough cough, I was joking."

He was pinched at the back of the neck, like a milk cat being held at the back of the neck, and he became honest immediately.

Yan Yue's fingers were cool, pinching the back of his neck, the skin touched was a little hot.

Yan Yue's strength was so great that Ruan Zhimu was pinched a little painfully.

He smiled flatteringly, and went to pull Yan Yue's hand, but Yan Yue let go of it without noticing.

Yan Yue was about to withdraw his hand when Ruan Zhimu's fingertip scratched his palm unexpectedly.

For a brief moment.

Gently, itchy, as if scratched by a feather.

Ruan Zhimu didn't realize it, touched the back of his neck, and grinned: "You bastard, take it easy, are you trying to break my neck..."

Yan Yue withdrew his hand.

After a while, he returned to his usual expression: "I'm just idle and want to fight, don't think that I want to help you, and don't think that you can call yourself my friend."

"Yeah, I know," Ruan Zhimu said, "You just draw your sword to help when you see injustice. It doesn't matter if the target is me. Even if a kitten is bullied today, you will take action. I'm a bad guy in your eyes." fart."

Ruan Zhimu felt that what he said was impeccable.

However, he was so self-aware that Yan Yue still had a bad face.

I can't help feeling that Young Master Yan is getting harder and harder to serve.

-

Ruan Zhimu asked Yan Yue to take a bath, and then he would wash himself after he finished washing.

Ruan Zhimu didn't remember until he came out of the bathroom, and asked Yan Yue, "Have you finished your homework?"

Yan Yue: "No."

Ruan Zhimu: "...you didn't finish writing the wedding for four or five hours?!"

Yan Yue: "It's so noisy, who can write down."

Seeing Yan Yue's indifferent appearance, he planned to go to school to hand in blank homework tomorrow.

Ruan Zhimu had a faint headache.

Classes are full tomorrow, and he doesn't want to go to school at 05:30 pm to be scolded.

"It's not twelve o'clock yet, hurry up and write," he made a decisive decision, and hurried back to the room, "I'll watch you from the side, and sleep after finishing writing, don't be lazy."

Ruan Zhimu moved a chair and sat by the desk.

At the beginning, he was still sitting upright, pretending to watch Yan Yue write the paper.

However, he couldn't play with his mobile phone for fear of affecting Yan Yue's homework. After ten minutes or so, he began to feel sleepy, and his eyelids slowly drooped.

After a few more minutes, unable to resist the drowsiness, I lay down on the corner of the desk, half holding the phone in my hand.

Yan Yue glanced at it, and continued writing: "...idiot."

Ruan Zhimu sleeps quietly, with dark brown hair hanging over his eyes, thin and long eyelashes, a straight nose, and a slightly pouted mouth, as if he is angry with someone.

He looks much younger than his real age, like a middle school student.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, Yan Yue glanced at it, and saw the WeChat reminder that popped up on the screen.

【Zhan Zihang: Are you asleep? 】

【Zhan Zihang: Didn’t you want to see the photos I took at Miaofa Temple? I sent them to your mailbox】

[Zhan Zihang: I haven't uploaded the video today, so don't sleep]

WeChat messages seem to be muted, so the messages just pop up one by one without making a sound.

Yan Yue glanced at it lightly, then continued to do his homework with his head down.

A few seconds later, the phone suddenly vibrated and buzzed on the desktop.

Zhan Zihang even made a video call.

In the upper left corner of the black screen is Zhan Zihang's WeChat avatar, and the picture of Supreme Treasure wearing a magic spell in "A Chinese Journey to the West".

Ruan Zhimu moved his drooping fingers, as if he was about to wake up.

Yan Yue raised his hand, took the phone out of Ruan Zhimu's hands, and hung up the video.

Then he pressed the phone's power off button.

An option pops up on the screen: [Do you want to shut down? 】

Yan Yue clicks [OK].

The phone lay quietly in Ruan Zhimu's hand, with a completely black screen.

The room was quiet again, except for the rustling sound of the fountain pen on the paper.

Ruan Zhimu was sleepy and fell asleep again.

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