go beside the loyal dog

Feng Zhen didn't say anything when he went back, but his face was a little gloomy.

When Yan Wen left behind Di Lie, he gave Feng Zhen a meaningful look, his lips were slightly curved, obviously he had seen something.

"Don't go back tonight, come to my house to rest for a night, I'll call my godmother later." Jiang Likun turned his face to see the young man pursed his lips in silence, his thoughts were rolling, but his face was still intimate Kissing the center of his brow, she spoke softly.

"Hmm." Feng Zhen didn't look up, but casually brushed off the folds on the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and replied vaguely.

At night, Feng Zhen's brows were still wrinkled, Jiang Likun's liver trembled with distress, and he turned around and bought two cups of shaved ice with different flavors to coax him.

"Come on, take a sip, pear-flavored fire, ah, open your mouth," Jiang Likun scooped up crushed ice with a spoon as if coaxing a child, and smiled flatteringly while twisting Feng Zhen's chin.

Feng Zhen chuckled, and lightly bumped Jiang Likun with his forehead. Without being pretentious, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to put it in his mouth. A sweetness and coolness flowed smoothly from his throat, and the little knots buried in his heart also took advantage of the trend. Spreading out a little, Feng Zhen squinted his eyes and leaned forward to take a deep breath on the stupid big man's mouth, and his mood finally eased.

Two and a half teenagers sat on the balcony and shaved ice. Jiang Likun chattered about some interesting stories with Feng Zhen when they were young, and grabbed a spoon to grab each other's shaved ice with a smile.

"When I was young, there was a small ladder at the bottom of this balcony. Do you know what it was used for?" Jiang Likun pointed to the black spot under the window that still left traces, blinking his eyes and pretending to be mysterious, but Feng Zhen didn't wait. Responding, he laughed himself out, "You sure don't know, haha..."

"A Xu was very wicked when he was a child. He lifted the skirts of little girls all day long, and when he turned around, he was beaten up by his father. He went to my house and climbed a small ladder to stay in my house overnight. His buttocks were kicked to pieces. It was me and Gao Sheng got the medicine."

Feng Zhen squinted at him, "Didn't you make up for it?"

"How can it be? Haha..." Jiang Likun touched his eyebrows and shook his legs in trepidation, "When his father beat him, I even cheered for him."

"What are you shouting for?"

"Well beaten!"

The childhood friends have gradually grown up, but now when they meet again, they pretend to be bureaucratic and talk about scenes, and they are no longer as innocent as before. When Jiang Likun mentioned it again, he still felt a little emotional.

Speaking of the funny part, the two of them could hug each other on the bed and roll with laughter. Taking advantage of the good atmosphere between the two, Jiang Likun raised one elbow and repeated the old saying, "Are you trapped in the toilet just now, is there someone else?" on purpose?"

Feng Zhen paused with a smile, and a rippling appeared in the corners of the reddish eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the bewitching beauty had already turned into clear black and white, her eyebrows were dyed like black, and her expression was cold.

"At that time, I was locked in the toilet with me and there was a drunk man." Speaking of this, Feng Zhen looked away unnaturally. Although he felt quite ashamed, Feng Zhen didn't want to lie to Jiang Likun because of some trivial matters, so as to cause unnecessary trouble. s consequence.

Jiang Likun's complexion changed, there was a mix of dragons and snakes there, maybe Feng Zhen was at a disadvantage at that time, he picked up his clothes and looked up and down, nervously said: "Where is it hurt, why didn't you tell me?"

Feng Zhen was silent.

He was disgusted at the time, and he probably had some doubts about what kind of person Yang Fan was, but he was plotting against him again and again, every move was to put him to death, it was hard to handle him as a soft persimmon ?Of course, what frustrates Feng Zhen the most is that he and Yang Fan seldom meet each other at ordinary times, that is, they seldom meet each other at school.

Before there was no direct evidence that the person was Yang Fan, he didn't want to act rashly, so as not to startle the snake, but with Jiang Likun's temperament, he might explode on the spot.

"Don't be angry, I know this matter well." Feng Zhen looked at the big boy's posture of desperately trying to fight others, but the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He only believed in one reason---self One day, Yang Fan will reap the consequences of his own crimes.

"You just don't believe me," Jiang Likun groaned angrily, leaning on Feng Zhen and refusing to move away, rubbing Feng Zhen's cheek like a pig's nose, muttering and complaining, but his narrowed eyes were on Feng Zhen's face. The places that Zhen couldn't see looked even darker and deeper.

Feng Zhen smiled softly, hugged his head and coaxed him a few words, but it turned out that this thing was not over yet, and he was going to be unreasonable, so he kicked him away with his feet raised, and looked at him coldly with raised eyebrows , "It's fine to make a fuss, you haven't finished it yet, you treat yourself as a three-year-old baby."

"Ouch, then if you kiss me again, I will be kicked by you..."

"If you make trouble again, I will beat you, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, haha..."

On the other side, after Yang Fan ran away in a panic, he calmed down his turbulent mood in a secluded corner, and then changed into his usual timid smile.

When he pushed the door to go in, a hand stretched out from inside and pulled him in vigorously. Yang Shiping, who was tall and strong, pulled Yang Fan to his side at once. He tacitly made an ambiguous smile with the middle-aged people who had been sitting for a long time, and took Yang Fan to sit beside them.

The slightly callused big hand slipped to his waist, and Yang Fan almost jumped up without being startled, but many bloody lessons told him that if he dared to refute this person's face, he would definitely have to deal with it when he went back.

"This time I was able to win the development right of District X, thanks to Section Chief Huang's secret help. Come on, I respect you for this glass of wine." Yang Shiping played a small role by his father's side to socialize and see the world. Naturally, he was familiar with these scenes. .

"Mr. Yang, you're being polite. Who doesn't know that this time, Mr. Yang, apart from Dali, I believe that after this cooperation, we will have more chances to prosper together. Do it!" Section Chief Huang picked up a glass and got up to greet him, well-dressed The righteousness of his square face and broad brows had already been ruined under his face, and the gleam in his eyes under the dim light exposed his ambition.

Yang Fan secretly clenched the fingers hidden by his legs, his eyes changed several times, and he finally made up his mind when Yang Shiping hinted again and again, raised his white smiling face, turned slightly sideways and cuddled his body closer to Section Chief Huang. , the corners of his lips raised, "Section Chief Huang, I respect you too."

"Okay, okay!" With three good ones in a row, Section Chief Huang was obviously very satisfied with Yang Fan's sense of humor, while Yang Shiping was even more satisfied with being able to use Yang Fan to temporarily appease this man in an important position, and was happy to be able to be used by them in the future.

The atmosphere in the wing room was even more confused and upbeat. Several men present released the wild beast in their hearts, and their bewildered hands rubbed the delicate bodies of boys and girls wantonly, and the scene almost got out of control.

The only thing that is surprising is that the section chief Huang next to Yang Fan can hold his breath. Under such a hot-blooded situation, he can still maintain a calm and steady state of mind, looking down on this group of people like an outsider. The beast who lifted the fig leaf of shame and etiquette directly made Yang Fan uncontrollable with a careless and loose movement, light or heavy, and he didn't even have any wrinkles on the corners of his clothes.

"Mr. Yang, it's getting late, look...?" Seeing that there were a few people in the side room who couldn't hold back and almost went online, Section Chief Huang raised his eyebrows at Yang Shiping in a serious manner. The meaning of the ending is naturally left to him to continue.

Yang Shiping's eyes shifted from Section Chief Huang to Yang Fan, who was already blushing and shyly buried his face on Section Chief Huang. He knew it and said with a smile, "If Section Chief Huang is in a hurry, you can do it first, and I won't delay you." Now, go slowly, go slowly."

The two seemed to be hugging each other intimately, and walked out with their bodies close together. Just when Yang Fan himself was feeling uneasy, but when he went outside, Section Chief Huang's phone rang, but he pushed him away solemnly. He responded in a low voice, then turned around and took out a hundred red notes directly from his body, and said softly: "I have something urgent now, you can go back by car."

After striding forward, he hesitated to turn around again, seeing Yang Fan standing there dumbfoundedly holding the money, he frowned and added, "Don't worry, I will tell Mr. Yang when I go back."

Yang Fan nodded blankly, the words are interesting.

Seeing the back of the middle-aged man stepping into the car and leaving quickly, Yang Fan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, feeling subtle in his heart, he couldn't tell whether he felt he had escaped a catastrophe, or was inexplicably depressed.

When he stopped the car and was about to go back, Yang Fan turned around and looked back at the clubhouse just now, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

Sometimes, God is really unfair.

He was born unable to justifiably have a father, even though everyone felt that he shouldn't come to ruin the current life of the Wu family, but whoever compensates him with a father, isn't he a child?Where did people's sympathy go, it was never him who did the wrong thing.

When Yang Fan was very young, he secretly went to see his nominal father, but at that time, Wu Nan was the only one who could stand beside Wu Bingde generously. His father entrusted his lifelong expectations to this daughter.Sometimes he also complains, why can't he be the most beloved child of this man.

It's only because the Yang family is not as powerful as the Yao family, Yang Fan often thinks so resentfully.

Yang Fan was raised in Yang's family since she was a child, and Yang Sumin is not indifferent to him, but for this woman who needs romance and passion, her time is spent indulging in the sweetness of being in love, enjoying the feeling of being pitied and loved. The tenderness and sweetness of Wu Bingde, and his existence has become insignificant in Wu Bingde's ignorance year after year.

In this family that is all about interests, Yang Fan's existence is too humble. Even if the person in charge of this family is his own uncle, he is not as respectable as anyone who can win interests for the family, so He unconsciously tends to Yang Sumin's naturally weak attitude, hoping to win people's sympathy and attention.

His situation has never been very good, at least when he thought that he could finally wait for his father's attention, and even hoped to move into Wu's house, he might not be able to retain that illusory vanity for a second longer.He knew that he couldn't let Wu Bingde put all his attention on himself, so he could only secretly hope that the Yang family could support him to the top. Yang Fan, who is still insignificant now, can only hope for the ability of the Yang family.

If there is regret medicine in the world, Yang Fan doesn't know if he will swallow it, because the world never turns back, and maybe escaping is not a good way.When he was young, he still thought things too simply. He pinned all his hopes on the Yang family, so that after he stumbled once, when he realized how stupid what he had done, he could no longer turn back.

The Yang family holds all his filthy and filthy past. It is impossible for him to escape from here. Even if he hugs the big tree of the Wu family tightly, he can't get out of that quagmire. The blackened past cannot be washed away. And he could only be dying in the swamp.

No one can save him, but the dying man also knows to grab the last log, whether he can bear his own weight or not, he wants to try.

Weakness has become his trademark, and he can't find a reason why he can become stronger, just like Cuscuta can only cling to the strong, and he has no choice but to sacrifice himself.

Some people are detached in adversity, and some are sinking in adversity. I don't know where Yang Fan will position himself?

His filthy body also stained his incomplete soul. He had to admit that some people just make people scratch their lungs with envy. Every time he thinks about it, he can't add more resentment, and he can't wait to set him on fire. In this way, no one can compare his own ugliness.

If it is said that Feng Zhen hates Yang Fan, then Yang Fan has never stopped seeing Feng Zhen from the first sight.

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Yang Fan finally didn't let the driver drive back to Yang's house.

Tonight is a rare night with few stars, maybe he should find a quiet place to sleep well, the world is so big, there is always a place that belongs to him.

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Well, I'm finally getting better, good evening~haha~