go beside the loyal dog

Jiang Likun ran out after eating for several days, and almost stopped at Feng Zhen's house to wait, not to mention Feng Zhen's attitude, even Jiang's mother couldn't help but yell at someone.

No, Jiang Likun just got off the dinner table at noon, and Jiang Likun squinted his eyes and wanted to sneak away. Before he reached the door, Jiang's mother picked him up, grabbed his ears and murmured, "I said you child, You say you are at school and we can’t see it, let’s not talk about it, it’s hard to wait for the winter vacation, and you still don’t come home every day, what’s wrong, you have a needle in your butt, can’t you pick up gold ingots outside?”

Jiang Likun covered his ears and yelled, "Hey, mom, mom, let go, let go, my ear is going to be pulled off by you, it hurts me..." Feeling that the force on the ear really loosened a bit, he immediately laughed Leaning closer, he said in a half-complaining tone, "Mom, I'm so old, why are you still pulling my ears? It's not good to be seen."

"You still know how to save face, tell me honestly," Jiang's mother rolled her eyes, and stood aside with someone in her arms, forcing a confession coldly, "Tell me, did you fall in love with a little girl? A demo that is about to be chased away, dare you still have a little girlfriend?"

"It's nothing, how can I?" Jiang Likun felt a little guilty when he was said, but he thought, it depends on whether Feng Zhenle is willing to be his wife. Thinking of the result and his current miserable situation, Jiang Likun pursed his lips, touched his reddened ears, and seemed to let out a sigh of relief, then walked upstairs lazily, even ignoring Jiang's mother calling him from behind.

"This child, I'm not happy after just a few words. Ask me what's wrong. A mother can't care about her son anymore?" Jiang's mother hasn't had a good chat with her son for a while, but I'll see you when I get home. Running out of the sky, now the two mothers and sons have to find a topic to talk about, one is unhappy and ignores him with a straight face, tsk, is this the boy's rebellious period?Mother Jiang stroked her chin and fell into deep thought again.

However, thanks to Jiang's mother's nagging, Jiang Likun still had the patience to follow the old man to practice calligraphy at home for several days, and there was nothing unusual about not going to Feng Zhen's house for at least a week. It's just that Feng Zhen's phone rings three times a day very regularly.

At the end of the year, there are a lot of things to do, and there are many visitors to Jiang's house, but Jiang Likun is not only helping Jiang's mother to entertain guests, but also visiting relatives and friends with Mr. Jiang every day, visiting everywhere, and going to the army every two days, Condolences to the soldiers who are still on the post.

Jiang Likun also knew in his heart that his old man intended to bring him into those real powerful circles, thinking about his future path, he could calm down to learn and deal with this kind of situation.On the other hand, the old man has high expectations for his grandson, and deeply hopes that he can take over his own power in the future. In his opinion, Jiang's father is strong enough, but lacks determination, and Jiang Likun's ambition He prefers peace and courage. In the military world, the truth is that the barrel of a gun is tough.

On this day, as soon as Jiang Likun followed the old man back from the military parade, he ran home excitedly. Jiang's mother was rarely free today, and she thought that she hadn't touched her son for so many days, and even went to the market early in the morning to buy her own man The dish I like to eat is about to slaughter the duck.

"Mom, mom, I'm back," Jiang Likun couldn't help running around with his hooves as soon as he got home, with a small Swiss Army knife he just won from the army's target shooting competition in his pocket, and ran excitedly Go to the kitchen to show off to Jiang's mother.

"Hey, let me tell you, you don't look at anyone in such a hurry, what if you bump into it?" Jiang's mother was taken aback by the aggressive figure, she quickly retracted her body, and put the hot knife in her hand. The hot soup moved aside, pointing at his nose was a lecture.

To say that Jiang Likun has grown up so big, except for Feng Zhen who is the most caring now, the closest person in his heart is Jiang's mother. She is such a big person, and she likes to pretend to be a fool and play cute to act like a baby, and she doesn't feel anything when her mother grabs her ear and whispers. Smiling as usual, as if a child had won a baby, he raised the things in his hands and began to talk vividly about his gains in the past few days, "Look, look, I won this from Company Commander Qiu today. , Oops, you didn't see his face, livid and livid, haha... But I got his precious bump, and he's still blowing his nose and staring at me all the time."

"You, you, you know how to cause trouble. Didn't he teach you the last time you trained, and your grandpa put him to practice later, then you have to be careful," Jiang's mother poked with a smile. On his son's chest, he warned him angrily, but the loving gaze in his eyes could not be concealed.

"How can it be, the company commander is not such a narrow-minded person," Jiang Likun waved his hands indifferently, then turned his head to look at the freshly cooked soup on the dining table, shrugged his nose poking his head, and looked at himself with narrowed eyes Mother, with flattering eyes, "Mom, this soup is still delicious, I'll take a couple of sips first..."

"Okay, I've already served it for you, and I'll take it to the kitchen by myself," Mother Jiang smiled and waved her fingers, wiped the water stains on her hands, and turned around to prepare other dishes.

Jiang Likun chuckled, stuffed the things into his pockets, and quickly made soup on the small kitchen table. When his mouth was scalded, he sucked his saliva and refused to move his mouth, "Hey, it's so hot, mom , the soup you make is really delicious."

Jiang's mother lowered her head to wash the vegetables, she just smiled when she heard the sound, tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she remembered something, she said with a sweet smile in the past, "Your father taught me the secret recipe of making this soup." Yes, haha, if I could be kidnapped by your father, I would be fascinated by this soup." Curving her lips, she smiled again, "I see you, you might as well learn how to do it. You can save face in front of your wife."

"Daughter-in-law?" Jiang Likun chewed on the two words repeatedly. Thinking of Feng Zhen, his face suddenly smiled, and he smacked his lips with a mouthful of soup. I don't want to learn it.

Jiang's mother didn't refute after hearing this, she just smiled, and her eyes were full of pampering and love for her son.

Because he was in a hurry when he came back, and he was rushing to go out with the old man to have a meeting with his old comrades in the afternoon, so Jiang Likun didn't have time to make a call to Feng Zhen.

By the time he finally found time to escape at night, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Before going out, Jiang's mother chased after him and told him, "Likun, don't play too late, come back early, ah..." After walking back a few steps, she ran out worriedly and poked her head and shouted, "Are you wearing the sweater?" , remember to fasten the top button of the jacket, don’t get cold.”

"Hey, I got it," Jiang Likun squeezed his neckline, and waved his hands back without looking back. The elevated bicycle rode slowly on the snow-covered ground, leaving clear wheel marks after a while.

As for Feng Zhen, today is Mama Feng's birthday, which is considered a great event in Feng's family. For this reason, she specially invited her best friend, Ding Ya's family, to take advantage of this good time to make contact with each other. Well, when Jiang Likun entered, they were nestling in the lobby, having a drink and a drink.

"Come, come, it's rare that we can gather together to reminisce about the past on Yufen's birthday. I will toast Yufen with this glass of wine, and wish her a happy life every year, ah, haha..." Before approaching, the Then came a woman with a clear voice to say congratulations.

"Oh, how polite are you? Come, let's eat vegetables..." followed by Mama Feng's slightly coquettish words. The cups inside were clinking and knocking, making a sound like a bell, playing like a companion on the hot dinner table. The music is generally harmonious.

Jiang Likun knew that Mama Feng's real name was Wang Yufen, and he was quite hesitant when he heard it outside the door. He left in a hurry and didn't make a phone call with Feng Zhen. Naturally, he didn't know about Mama Feng's birthday. It's so warm to meet old and dear friends inside, so it's embarrassing for him to go in empty-handed.

While hesitating, Grandpa Feng, who was dizzy after drinking a bottle of white wine, spoke, and put his tongue on Ding Ya's father's shoulder, "You, you are good, Xiaoya is also good, match, match our family's Ah Zhen, Right, right, our two families will get closer, haha..."

"Okay, okay, okay..." At the end of the sentence, he emphasized three good words, and then he went to pick up the vegetables in a daze. He couldn't hold the chopsticks firmly, and he didn't know if the piece of meat he caught fell off.

Everyone knew in their hearts that Mr. Feng was talking drunk, and the laughter on the scene was just a few words through Huatou, but the Feng Ding family had known each other for a long time, and before Feng Zhen was born, he even said that he would marry Ding Ya Dear, it's just that Feng Zhen's face became tense, and the family didn't dare to mention it again. It's just that the speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it.

Looking in from the angle where Jiang Likun was standing at the door, one could just see Ding Ya's blushing cheeks and Feng Zhen's gentle face. Jiang Likun's gloomy face was reflected on the transparent glass window, as if he was about to break free from the prison Trapped beast.

The strong possessiveness and jealousy in his heart made him feel like a knife, but he also understood how far the distance between him and Feng Zhen was, and it was because he knew too much that he felt even more desperate.

His family's expectations, his mother's earnest teachings, and the pain in his heart that he couldn't get what he wanted all made him feel powerless.

However, behind this kind of powerlessness is deep dissatisfaction and unwillingness. He just likes someone, even if he knows in his heart that this person should not be his own, it is not the emotion he can get by rolling around and being cute all day long. , but the devil in his heart grows stronger, if he has the ability to protect Feng Zhen and their love, will Feng Zhen belong to him? !

If he possesses absolute strength, then, will no one be able to covet his Feng Zhen, and no one will be able to stop him from liking someone?This idea is like a seed, deeply buried in Jiang Likun's heart, and one day it will take root and grow vigorously, people wait and see.

Standing outside the door for a long while, Jiang Likun moved his somewhat stiff feet until Grandpa Feng was overwhelmed with alcohol and was helped out by Feng Zhen and younger brother Feng, and then moved back to the shadow of the corner. Ding Ya's eyes were bright in the room He ran out, with a slightly worried tone, "Is Grandpa Feng okay? Do you want to make him a sober drink?"

"No, you go back first, Mingzong and I can come," Feng Zhen seemed in a good mood, his previously indifferent face was a little softer, and under the dim light, it had a brighter and more eye-catching color.

"Hey, that's fine," Ding Ya glanced at Grandpa Feng, who was chattering all over the wine, and suddenly remembered what was on the dinner table just now, and somehow her face became hot, and when she took another look at Feng Zhen, she felt even more shy in her heart. After talking, he turned and went back to the house.

Jiang Likun lowered his head and dawdled on the ground a few times, watching Feng Zhen and Feng Xiaodi from a distance as they helped Grandpa Feng into the house, clutched the small Swiss Army knife in his pocket, stomped his feet, turned around and left the gate of Feng's house .

It was dark and silent at night, only Jiang Likun stepped on the elevated bicycle that was also freezing cold, the trampling sound of trampling, and the series of footprints.

When Feng Zhen took care of Grandpa Feng, turned around and came out with Brother Feng, and was about to return to the main hall, Brother Feng saw the series of deep and shallow footprints with sharp eyes, and suddenly asked a little strangely, "Brother, why are there footprints there?" , Is anyone else coming from the family?"

Feng Zhen paused in his heart, his eyes stayed on the footprints for a few seconds, then he turned his head and said lightly, "It's cold outside, let's go in first."

And on the other side of the city.

When Yang Fan packed his things and went out with the suitcase, Wu Nan simply turned off the lights and waited outside, only showing one hand lightly tapping on the edge of the window, his expression was gloomy.

Before Yang Fan approached, Wu Nan said lightly, "Get in the car," then turned to open the car door, turned the key and started to drive.

"Oh, good, good." Yang Fan glanced at the high-riding black jeep with some fear and some joy, grabbed the things in his hand and put them on the rear seat, and then hurriedly sat on the co-pilot, looking straight at the car. Looking at the scenery outside, I feel uneasy.

It's just that he hadn't maintained this joyful mood for a few minutes. Seeing the increasingly familiar route, the smile on his face gradually turned pale. He nervously clenched his fingers, and looked at Wu with timid eyes. Nan, seeing her expressionless face, felt even more frightened in her heart. After hesitating for a while, she clenched her fingers and summoned up the courage to ask, "I, we, where are we going?"

Wu Nan glanced at him, and quickly turned the steering wheel a few times with his hands. The sharp turn caused Yang Fan to fall forward a little bit, and the two slightly widened eyes finally relieved Wu Nan's gloomy mood all the way. With a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, "You'll know later."

Her appearance is heroic and bright, and her smile should be beautiful and charming, but in Yang Fan's eyes, it looks gloomy and permeating, so frightened that Yang Fan can only hold the corner of his clothes tightly, and curl up on the co-pilot. I dare not say anything.

It wasn't until the car stopped at that familiar place that Yang Fan rolled his eyes in a daze.

"Get out of the car," Wu Nan leaned over and opened the car door. With a wave of his right hand, he got out of the car first and unloaded Yang Fan's luggage, and said with a blank expression.

It was his mother Yang Sumin who greeted Yang Fan at the door. Seeing that she was only in her early thirties, she had a charming and seductive posture just by looking at her.

Of course, it would be better if her face was not so pale and livid.

"Fanfan, you are back, thank you so much, Ms. Wu," but at any rate, Yang Sumin also had a plan, and she still kept that gentle and decent smile on her face, thanking her warmly.

Wu Nan smiled, "Ms. Yang, you are welcome. You know that there are many things at the end of the year. My father really doesn't have time to take care of your son. If you say let him go to my house, it will always be uncomfortable in someone else's house." , it’s not as convenient as sending it back to your own home, don’t you think?”

Yang Sumin's face suddenly froze, and even Yang Fan's smile, which he managed to maintain all the way, was about to loosen.

Wu Nan was not in the mood to talk nonsense with them, so she nodded casually, turned around and got into the car.Turning the car key in his hand, he still did not forget to send a message for her father, "Father asked me to deliver a message for him," seeing the two mothers and sons staring at her, they bent their eyebrows and smiled, and said happily , "People must know how to be content with themselves."

Needless to say, I know that I am warning them to keep their own place. The Yang family has been thinking too wildly lately, holding one side in their hands, secretly trying to use Yang Fan's existence to seek the interests of the Wu family. , this is all determined by God.

You don't have to speak too clearly, I believe Yang Sumin can hear them naturally, Wu Nan is too lazy to care about their expressions.Since more than ten years ago, he, Yang Fan, failed to enter the gate of the Wu family when she was seven years old, then, at the moment when Wu Nan is getting more and more wings, what kind of self-confidence does their Yang family rely on to think that Wu Bingde of the Wu family Will you need a son who has no talent, no morals, or an "ambiguous" personality?

It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous that Yang Sumin hasn't figured it out before, but poor Yang Fan is still dreaming of going back to Wu's house to be the young master.

Wu Nan turned the steering wheel, and the car turned sharply. Before leaving, her sharp eyes cut on Yang Sumin like knives. Those cold and calm eyes seemed to coincide with that day, easily bringing back not-so-good memories of the past. She was so frightened that she couldn't help taking half a step back, her eyes widened in horror.

The author has something to say: That’s right, because of time constraints, I’ll post the coded text first, and there’s still a paragraph that I’m too late to write, so I’ll fill it up after get off work in the evening, ?3～.Happy to read the article, hug you one by one, haha~