Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

Zhou Yancheng stood not far behind He Yan, showing him the back of his fist with his right hand,

The above wound has not been treated with anti-inflammation, and now it is swollen like a bun. He puffed out his mouth, with obvious misery and flattery: "Yanyan, my hand hurts badly, can you help me get it off?"

"Apart from bitter tricks, do you have any other means?" He Yan sneered.

"Yes," Zhou Yancheng said in a low voice, "I'm still a hero to save the beauty!"

He Yansheng gasped and held his breath in his chest, remembering that Zhou Yancheng saved himself today.

He glared hard at the man who lowered his eyes and pretended to be pitiful after swearing favor, opened the first-aid kit, took out hydrogen peroxide, gauze and medical tape: "Come here!"

Zhou Yancheng curled the corners of his mouth, moved over with three steps, sat on the sofa, and raised his hands high.

He Yan stood in front of him, he looked down at the wound, and frowned: "It's suppurated, it's best to go to the hospital to pick out the pus at dawn, and hang a bottle of water."

"Then will you accompany me?" Zhou Yancheng looked at him eagerly.

"Enough is enough, Mr. Zhou."

He Yan spoke mercilessly but moved lightly with his hands. He sprayed hydrogen peroxide, applied red lotion, wrapped it carefully with gauze, and finally tied a neat and beautiful knot.

Zhou Yancheng looked up at him deeply, and said joyfully, "Yanyan, you are so kind to me."

"I'm not good to you," He Yan shook his head and said honestly, "I'm better than anyone else."

"Why?" Zhou Yancheng asked aggrievedly with drooping eyelids, "Just because of my past? He Yan, I don't want to make excuses. I admit what I have done, but I am changing it.

Even murderers have the right to appeal and have a death sentence with a reprieve. If you treat me like this, I am worse than a murderer! "Zhou Yancheng complained.

He stared at He Yan intently, studying and judging every expression on He Yan's face: "You must have other reasons, you tell me, what is it for, I ask myself that I have never done anything to hurt you, or say , you have some misunderstanding about me that I don't know about..."

"If you treat me as an ordinary friend and don't get entangled or ambiguous, I won't care about your past and improve my attitude towards you." He Yan took a step back and put everything into the medicine box.

"But that won't work," Zhou Yancheng stood up, trying to get closer to He Yan, "I can promise you anything, but I can't promise not to pursue you anymore, I really like you..."

here we go again!He Yan became impatient, whether it was what Zhou Yancheng said, or Zhou Yancheng was so close to him, it made him feel inexplicably irritable.

"Stop!" He Yan raised a palm, "I really don't want to hear such words again."

"Yanyan..."

He Yan crossed Zhou Yancheng and walked towards the bathroom. He remembered that his schoolbag was brought into the bathroom by Zhou Yancheng. Although he had no clothes to change, he could open another room. He really didn't want to be in the same room with Zhou Yancheng again. room.

"Yanyan!" Zhou Yancheng stretched out his hand to pull him, "Don't avoid me, we should communicate well..."

"Hiss—" Zhou Yancheng's palm was holding the place where He Yan was hit with a stick by the thugs earlier, He Yan sucked in a low breath, loosened his hand, and dropped his schoolbag on the carpet.

Zhou Yancheng's face changed suddenly, he grabbed his arm regardless of He Yan's resistance, and lifted up his sleeve, only to see a long blue and purple bruise on He Yan's forearm, which was very glaring.

"Those two dogs hit it?" Zhou Yancheng immediately went into a rage, he also lifted He Yan's other sleeve, and reached out to pull He Yan's nightgown strap without finding any more injuries, "Is there any other injury? let me see!"

He Yan struggled, but Zhou Yancheng was so anxious that he ignored He Yan's resistance and twisted He Yan's hand behind his back.

The nightgown slipped away silently, and He Yan's slender body was exposed in front of Zhou Yancheng, and both of them froze.

There are too many physical memories between them, for Zhou Yancheng, it is unforgettable, but for He Yan, it makes him avoid it for fear that he can't wait to bury it deep in time and never be dug out.

"Yanyan..."

Zhou Yancheng called him with difficulty. He missed He Yan for too long, longed for too long. After rebirth, he tried his best to restrain himself, taking every step close to He Yan carefully, but the spring will have its limit. The more he suppresses, the stronger the desire will be.In such a claustrophobic and private environment, facing the person he was thinking about day and night, the haunting images of his previous life emerged in his mind. Zhou Yancheng inevitably burned, and he couldn't help it. Getting closer to He Yan——

"Snapped!"

When the loud slap sounded, both of them were stunned, Zhou Yancheng turned his head, and He Yan looked at his palm, neither of them could believe it.

Zhou Yancheng turned his head slowly, like a slow-motion replay in a movie, his eye sockets were bloodshot quickly, and his face was full of injuries.

He Yan's mind was also buzzing, he almost didn't dare to look at Zhou Yancheng, but he couldn't say a word of apology, he would rather Zhou Yancheng just slap him back, so that nothing would be owed.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

The masseter muscles on Zhou Yancheng's cheeks bulged, and his jaw tensed, showing that his emotions should be intense, but he didn't say a word, just looked at He Yan, wanting to cry, aggrieved and sad.

If it wasn't for the sudden knock on the door, He Yan almost thought that the two of them could stand like this for eternity.

The bodies of both of them shook at the same time, they stepped forward with one foot almost at the same time, and then retracted at the same time.

Finally Zhou Yancheng wiped his face and went to open the door.

This hotel does not provide supper. Zhou Yancheng asked the waiter to pack and buy it for him at a nearby Hong Kong-style porridge shop. The three waiters each carried a big bag full of hands, and filled the glass table in the middle of the suite to the brim.

Two servings of porridge with scallops and pork ribs, chicken feet in black bean sauce, three cups of chicken, golden sweet and sour pork, fried shrimp dumplings wrapped in barbecued pork, fragrant durian crisp...

He Yan swallowed, it was all his favorite food.

There were five clear fingerprints on Zhou Yancheng's face. The waiter hurriedly lowered his head when he saw it, unable to understand what the two young men were.

"Come and eat." Zhou Yancheng called dryly.

The meal was so embarrassing, the two of them lowered their heads not to look at each other, accidentally two pairs of chopsticks reached for the same lunch box, and they both bounced off at the same time as if they were electrocuted.

He Yan was wronged, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He cleared his throat and found a topic: "Today's cotton limit, what do you think?"

Zhou Yancheng was so depressed that he didn't raise his head: "The trend of bulls remains the same, increase positions on dips."

He Yan frowned: "Of course I know that the trend will not change, but I..."

Zhou Yancheng raised his eyelids: "Not enough money?"

He raised the corners of his lips, and couldn't help gloating: "Then I won't give it to you, Shen Qun pulled most of the money in the account of your little broken company, right? It deserves it! Thanks to him, I don't have to do it myself !"

"There is also my dad's pension money in there!" He Yan growled.

"I'll take care of your dad!"

"roll!"

Zhou Yancheng got slapped, but his back straightened up, and he also understood that the more he behaved, the more He Yan looked down on him. Men fucking look up to the strong, and he pretended to be a wimp, He Yan She only thinks that Shen Qun's hairless little bastard is more attractive than him!

"He Yan, do you know that you are good at everything, but your vision is bad! You just say Shen Qun, how is he better than me? You choose him or not me?" Zhou Yancheng was indignant, "Just talk about today's cotton matter. Now, is it your turn to worry about it? Can I let you pocket all your father's pension money in it? "

He Yan laughed angrily: "I don't say anything else, just the bastard thing you did the night before, if it were you, would you be able to do what Shen Qun did?"

"Of course I can!" Zhou Yancheng said loudly.

"You pull it down!"

"Why don't you trust me?"

"If a person like you can be single-minded, boars can have cubs!"

Zhou Yancheng was dizzy with anger, he pointed at He Yan and said tremblingly: "Judge a person's future based on the past, He Yan, do you know that you are superficial!"

"uh-huh."

"You are arbitrary, stubborn, unreasonable, incomprehensible, unreasonable..."

He Yan was happy, he raised his head and was about to say that since you found out so many shortcomings of me, you should stop pestering me, but Zhou Yancheng took a deep breath, somewhat frustrated but willingly uttered a sentence: "But I'm fucking like you!"

Zhou Yancheng pursed his lips, and Mo Shen's eyes seemed to be full of stars, staring at He Yan shiningly, and he hummed heavily, emphatically and unconvinced: "I just like you!"

He Yan's heart trembled violently.

Zhou Yancheng also made a helpless smile, yes, he asked himself countless times in his previous life why he likes He Yan, and what he likes about He Yan. Stubborn, stubborn, twisted, and twisted, but he just likes this person, like him obsessively, like crazy, like him terribly.

Zhou Yancheng slowed down his tone and lowered the volume: "He Yan! Actually, you know that I like you, otherwise you wouldn't treat me like this. You know that no matter what you say or do to me, I will indulge you, even if you put I will let you stick a fork in my throat, that's why you bully me so brazenly—"

"You just know that I can't do anything about you. You are polite to everyone, but you dare to treat me like this. You don't admit it, but you know in your heart that I dote on you. You know that I like you at all. You! You just rely on me to love you and bully me—"

At the end, Zhou Yancheng was choked up, he touched his face, the red marks there had not dissipated, and the pain was still clear.

He Yan lowered his eyelashes and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hit you."

A man's face cannot be slapped, no matter how fierce they fought in the previous life, He Yan never slapped Zhou Yancheng in the face.

Zhou Yancheng turned his face away, blinking his eyes desperately, He Yan felt that he was going to cry in the next second.

He Yan said softly: "I'll let you call back..."

However, Zhou Yancheng turned his head, and the smile that He Yan was so familiar with, the tricky conspiracy that He Yan was very familiar with, said: "You have to apologize sincerely, and accompany me to the hospital after dawn, look at my hands, I can even hold chopsticks Unsteady! Don’t you think about who I got hurt for? You beat me without thanking me. Hey, He Yan, does your dad know how you treat your father and son’s saviors like this? You really can’t stop this time I will sue him!"

He Yan closed his eyes, and for a moment abandoned all the previous soft and astringent emotions. He dug out a fork from a pile of plastic bags, and forked it fiercely in Zhou Yancheng's lunch box: "You can't hold the chopsticks! Can't eat with a fork!"