domestic violence man

Then Luo Ran heard the sound of the door closing, he covered his eyes and sat down exhaustedly, the memory of himself in Yan Yang's arms came back to his mind little by little last night, Luo Ran thought for a while, it's better not to see each other again.

When he got home, Yan Yang still held the bag in his hand.

He hadn't planned to apply for Roche's job at first, but now he dug out the newspaper he threw away that day from the trash can, found the eye-catching recruitment brochure, saw that the job fair would be the day after tomorrow, and made sure he didn't miss the time. Feeling relieved, he sat down on the sofa.

Seeing the bag next to his hand, Yan Yang took out the shirt that belonged to Luo Ran. Thinking of the two "fate" with him, he shook his head and smiled, then got up and hung the shirt in his closet. The fragrance is like the breath on Luo Ran's body, light, clean, and cool, but it smells very comfortable.

He didn't know what Luo Ran had been through, and he didn't know the other party well, but he just wanted to get close to him for no reason, and wanted to see how many secrets and stories were hidden behind those clear eyes.

Yan Yang is not gay, he only liked one boy, and that was the only person he cared about when he was in high school in the town.

He was a classmate of Yan Yang's class next door. In Yan Yang's impression, that boy was very good-looking, with delicate features and very clean, but he didn't like to talk and had a withdrawn personality.

Yan Yang often listened to other girls talking about him when class was over, saying that he wanted to send a love letter to that boy, to confess his love, and whenever Christmas, Valentine's Day, or Thanksgiving Day happened, the girls who lined up at the door of the next class to give gifts There was almost an endless stream, and it was only then that Yan Yang knew his name.

Wen Ningyuan, quiet Zhiyuan.

Yan Yang had written this name many times in his homework book. He couldn't figure out how he felt towards Wen Ningyuan. He just felt that he really liked that kind of person. I can't help but want to reveal his other side, to see if he is at a loss, if he is shy, or if he looks out of control.

And such an opportunity happened to catch up with Yan Yang. He remembered that when school was over that day, he was the last one to leave the classroom and was about to go back to the dormitory when he heard a loud noise from the next class, as if someone had pushed all the desks and chairs down. Same.

Yan Yang was not interested in these bad fights, just when he raised his foot and wanted to leave, Wen Ningyuan's voice came from over there: "I didn't accept his things, why did you frame me?!"

"Damn, you didn't accept his things?! Why did you get a call from the senior?! You bitch...hypocrite...give me back the senior's things!" Another strange voice came.

"I don't have any at all, how can I pay you back?!" Wen Ningyuan's voice was not as calm as before, revealing a hint of anger and unyielding.

"Okay...Brothers, did you see that he still doesn't admit it, keep fighting!"

Yan Yang doesn't know the whole story, but the only thing he knows is that someone is bullying Wen Ningyuan, such a refined and refined person, such a person with a cool demeanor, that person whose eyes are as calm as water...is being bullied by others, This realization made Yan Yang's anger well up all of a sudden.

He pushed open the door with a bang, and glared at several senior students: "Why do you bully people?!"

Several senior gangsters were taken aback for a moment, the leader first laughed a few times, then looked at Wen Ningyuan and mocked: "That's right, a prodigal son is a prodigal son, and there are people to help you get ahead wherever you go."

Wen Ningyuan heard it in his ears, bit his lips in embarrassment, and then looked at Yan Yang coldly: "It's none of your business, go away."

Yan Yang didn't pay any attention, relying on the drive to save the other party, he shouted to those senior students: "We are friends."

Wen Ningyuan's eyes changed at that moment, he clenched his lower lip and stopped talking.

"Yo yo... friend...?" The gangsters laughed out loud, leaning back and forth while laughing, then looked Yan Yang up and down: "You look so poor, you deserve to be the friend of Young Master Wen, don't laugh so hard."

As he said that, the gangster who led him walked up to Yan Yang, looked down at his shoes and smiled, "I can't even afford a pair of better shoes, you look so poor..." As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Yang and leaned on the classroom. Wen Ningyuan at the table: "I don't know if you're looking at Young Master Wen's money? Or are you thinking about the Master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yang's fist hit him in the face.

The corner of his mouth was bloodied.

"Stay away from me." Yan Yang's eyes were flushed, and he clenched his fists and glared at the gangster who was knocked down by him: "Also, keep your mouth clean."

"You...! You, you..." The senior student held his face, touched a lot of blood, and started screaming loudly. Seeing that something was wrong, the other accomplices hurried to check on his situation.

Wen Ningyuan saw Yan Yang beat him to blood, and immediately stopped Yan Yang: "Hurry up...!"

Yan Yang's hand was held tightly by him, and the two ran out of the classroom together, only then did he realize that Wen Ningyuan touched his hand... He saw that he was very close to Wen Ningyuan, so close that he could almost see the faint light on the back of the other's head. With his hair up, Yan Yang realized at that moment that the reason why he paid so much attention to Wen Ningyuan, and why he stopped going back to the dormitory for him, was because he had a good impression of Wen Ningyuan.

He wanted to find a chance to get close to him.