domestic violence man

Luo Ran was facing the sun, and saw Yan Yang slowly stretched out his hand, hugged Wen Ningyuan in his arms, and patted Wen Ningyuan's shoulder like a friend.

The handsome young man nestled in the man's arms, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Luo Ran raised her hand and knocked on the door beside her, and the two people in the laundry room immediately separated in panic.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time?" Luo Ran raised her lips slightly, then walked out of the room and put a basket of clothes on the shelf by the wall.

Yan Yang watched his every movement, and his nervous heart was about to jump out.

"Luo Ran...not you..."

"Ning Yuan, I heard from your father that you are going back to Germany next week?"

Before Yan Yang could explain, Luo Ran stepped forward to interrupt, and calmly stared at Wen Ningyuan who was opposite him.

Wen Ningyuan's embarrassment was only for a moment, and in the next second, the young man responded calmly to Luo Ran: "Yes, there are still some projects in Germany that have not been completed, so I have to go back and continue to study..."

"It turned out to be like this. You are a very outstanding young man. It was a pleasure to spend time with you. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Luo Ran said, and looked at Yan Yang again: "Talk to your old classmates and good friends again. I reserved a seat at the Hilton Hotel today, and we will hold a farewell party for Ning Yuan together."

"Ah...oh!" Yan Yang was completely stunned, he didn't expect Luo Ran to be so tolerant towards Wen Ningyuan, and dealt with him so decently.

Wen Ningyuan looked at the man in front of him who was telling Yan Yang to take him to the hotel, and finally understood what his father meant by "you are not as good as him".

He lowered his eyes, already having a deep understanding of the gap between him and Luo Ran.

"Okay, you two young people talk more, I'll go out and inspect the construction site."

Luo Ran left a sentence, turned and left the laundry room.

Wen Ning looked at his back from a distance, then turned to Yan Yang, with a little sadness in his eyes: "I understand now, my dad is right..."

"Ah? What?" Yan Yang asked suspiciously.

Wen Ningyuan looked at him and shook his head: "It's nothing, you and Mr. Luo are really a good match...I wish you both."

"As for our memories, let's put them in the past and think about them from time to time, which is also a kind of beauty."

Yan Yang looked at the handsome young man in front of him, then raised his hands and patted him on the shoulder: "Ning Yuan, you are also very good and excellent, you believe me, there will be someone more worthy by your side in the future, but that person, It won't be the old me."

Looking at his serious face from a distance, Wen Ning felt a sore nose.

In fact, it will never happen again, and there will never be another person who can keep him going around in memory.

There will no longer be the joy of eating small street stalls and visiting night markets, and there will be no more sneakers that he put on his feet with his own hands.

The boy to whom he had gifted expensive sneakers bid him farewell on the school playground in the setting sun.

He was reluctant to part with him, so he followed his shadow, walking and walking, that hazy feeling, like a sweet bubble candy, melted into the water, sweetening the whole midsummer youth.

He remembered that Yan Yang followed his shadow for a long, long time.

He turned around every three steps, tears kept streaming.

He never gave anyone a gift again, nor bent down to tie someone's shoelaces carefully.

He still has passion for the person he fell in love with later, but when he first fell in love with Yan Yang, it was the most romantic, bravest, and most fearless time in his life when he put all his eggs in one basket.

"Thank you." He smiled, stepped forward and hugged Yang Yang, he knew that this was saying goodbye to the past and waving to the youth he once was.

"You and Mr. Luo, you have to be good... Otherwise, I will take advantage of it." He let go of his hand and joked.

Yan Yang smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, you have to be good too."

After chatting with Wen Ningyuan about their respective experiences in the past few years, Yan Yang went to find Luo Ran.

Pushing open the office door, Luo Ran was arranging files. Seeing him come in, the man put down the folder in his hand, and asked softly, "How was the chat?"

Yan Yang didn't answer, but suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

Burying her head on the man's warm neck, she murmured her thanks.

Luo Ran patted the back of his head: "What's the matter? It happened all of a sudden?"

Yan Yang let go of him, and turned his head to touch his lips: "You're not even jealous..."

Luo Ran raised her face after hearing this: "How do you know I'm not jealous?"

"Hey? I'm joking, don't take it seriously..." Yan Yang hastened to comfort her.

Seeing his nervousness, Luo Ran laughed, then raised her hand, straightening the skirt of Yan Yang's clothes: "Who says I'm not jealous or angry... I just don't want to embarrass my man."

Yan Yang was elated when he heard that, and hugged him and kissed him twice: "I know that daughter-in-law is the most generous...Daughter-in-law is the most considerate..."

"Kiss one... Kiss one..." He began to get carried away again.

Luo Ran avoided his kiss, and chased and fought him in the office for a while, until he was mad enough, and then went with Yan Yang to ask the other three to eat.

Luo Bin slowly unscrewed the doorknob under his eyes, and walked into the room.

The orange desk lamp was turned on in the room, the young man was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, the gray-blue curtains beside the window fluttered with the evening wind, Luo Bin watched Jiang Yan put on his nightgown intently.

Bare ankles, white and firm calves, full of vitality and temptation.

Jiang Yan was lying on the soft white quilt with his arms around the soft pillow, his back rising and falling gently with his breathing. Luo Bin leaned down, closed his eyes slightly, and smelled the smell of the young man's hair again.

The sweet scent of saponins penetrated into his nose again, Luo Bin opened his eyes and examined the blood vessels on the back of Jiang Yan's neck.

The young man's skin is very white, healthy and soft white, and the blue blood vessels are floating in the lower layer of the skin as he breathes.

Luo Fing leaned close to Jiang Yan's neck, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the blue blood vessels, and the fresh and sweet fragrance in the air seemed to be a little bit richer.

Jiang Yan, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to feel his touch, frowned slightly, and murmured: "Uh...itch..."

"Uncle Tan...don't be like this..."

Hearing those six words clearly, Luo Ting withdrew his hand abruptly, a trace of haze appeared in his eyes.

He leaned close to the young man's ear, his heroic face was a bit hideous under the orange halo: "Jiang Yan... you will remember sooner or later... who is your man..."

The curtains blown by the wind suddenly stopped shaking and remained motionless.

Luo Yan put away his fierce expression, and gently stroked the wound on Jiang Yan's forehead, where ointment had already been applied and a thick layer of gauze was covered there.

His slightly callused big hands touched the layer of gauze again and again, fixedly staring at the sleeping person, with a gentle smile on his face: "Sleep well, when tomorrow comes, there will be another difficulty."