One Hundred and Forty-Two: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Forty-Two)

Jing Rong calmed down and slowly raised his head. His clear eyes stared straight at Wen Yanzhi without even a flicker. He only asked: "How do you want me to answer?"

Before Wen Yanzhi could answer, Jing Rong said again: "You want me to tell your parents that you have been interested in me recently. You slept in my room last night. Even, we last night..."

Speaking of this, his thin lips moved and his Adam's apple rolled.

The rest of the words were a little difficult to say.

Wen Yanzhi sneered, "What's wrong with saying these? Is it difficult? What did we do last night, why don't you continue? Could it be that what we did is so shameful to you that you dare not even say it out loud?!"

"..."Idiot!

He is only 18 years old and has no experience in this area. Not to mention doing something intimate with a man, he would be shy even if he did something intimate with a woman.

Who is as shameless as him?

Jing Rong was silent again, making Wen Yanzhi even more angry. He leaned over, put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and locked his eyes on Jing Rong with a cold look.

"Do you really want me to be with another woman?"

Another woman...

Jing Rong felt a little choked in his chest.

He kept looking at Wen Yanzhi for a long time, so long that the man opposite him was almost impatient and could not wait any longer. He said, "I am just a temporary interest to you. We still have a long future together."

"Me... and you?" Not 'we'!

Wen Yanzhi sneered. He had never been a hypocritical person before, but he cared about every word spoken by the boy.

"Listen to me." Jing Rong did not allow Wen Yanzhi to interrupt.

Wen Yanzhi felt that he was completely subdued by him. Hearing the boy say this, he closed his mouth.

Jing Rong looked at him with a slightly deeper look in his eyes, and his hands on the wheelchair were also tense, with slightly cold fingertips.

All kinds of complicated emotions flashed through those clean eyes. After a while, he said rationally and calmly: "Besides, you are not gay at all. If you are interested, I am willing to play with you, but, why do you... take it seriously?"

It was obviously very rational,

but the voice that came out was hoarse.

Even his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

He said that he didn't want Wen Yanzhi to be serious, but he took it seriously. He couldn't ignore this.

The pain in his heart was also true.

Wen Yanzhi didn't expect the boy to say that. There was a trace of heavy hurt in his eyes, and then there was irony and pain.

"Play, play?" He chewed these two words, biting them hard, as if he wanted to chew the boy's bones.

Jing Rong's fingertips were stretched to white.

Wen Yanzhi smiled, but the smile was cold and sad, "You are right, why should I be serious? And, I am serious about you, such an ungrateful person?"

Jing Rong's face did not fluctuate much, only the increasingly heavy and tight breathing betrayed his emotions at the moment.

Wen Yanzhi's eyes became colder, staring at him. Then, a big hand suddenly grabbed the back of his head, and he leaned over and blocked the boy's lips fiercely.

The sudden breath made Jingrong stunned.

He did not refuse, nor was he able to refuse, so he just slowly closed his eyes.

The sourness at the tip of his nose and the bottom of his heart kept coming out, entangled him, and made him feel extremely painful.

If he hadn't appeared, Wen Yanzhi would still be the playboy who was careless and dissolute in the past. In the future, he would follow the wishes of Wen's father and mother, marry a good wife, have a child with her, and spend the rest of his life quietly and plainly.

That was the life he really should have.

Instead of stepping into the quagmire like now, sinking deeper and deeper.

Jingrong didn't want to see him rolling in the quagmire until he was covered in mud; nor did he want this man to leave after he was in the quagmire, washed away all the makeup, and he was still the same as before, but he was sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

No matter which ending, it was not smart for them.

This kiss contained a hint of hatred. Wen Yanzhi kissed very hard, and he stopped only when the boy's thin lips were bleeding.

After this kiss, both of them were somewhat embarrassed.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy coldly, "Don't you just want to leave from here? Today... I'll let you go."

The boy took a deep breath.

The pain on his lips seemed to become more and more intense.

Wen Yanzhi sneered and leaned over to look at him, "Fortunately I didn't have sex with you that day, otherwise, I would have become a gay! Don't you want me to find another woman to marry and have children? Wait! If that day comes, I will definitely bring her to you to see. And... we are such good brothers, if I get married on that day, you have to come to watch the ceremony!"

Jingrong's breathing was painful.

His face was a little pale, but he didn't say a word to Wen Yanzhi's words. He just looked at him quietly for a long time, as if he wanted to carve the face of that handsome man into his heart.

Finally…

His Adam’s apple rolled, and he said, “When can I leave?”

Wen Yanzhi’s eyebrows jumped.

Then, he spat coldly, “Get lost!”

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In the afternoon, Jing Yu had just finished lunch with Yu Zeyao and was about to leave the Vice Presidential Palace when Yu Zeyao received a call.

He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Wen Yanzhi calling.

“Hello.” He answered and put the call close to his ear.

Because the other party was Wen Yanzhi, Jing Yu subconsciously looked at Yu Zeyao. He hoped to get a chance to talk to Jing Rong.

"I asked Jingrong to leave me." Wen Yanzhi's voice was extremely depressed.

Yu Zeyao glanced at Jingyu and asked, "What? Did you two have a quarrel?"

"..." Wen Yanzhi did not answer, but said, "His legs are not fully healed yet, and I am worried about him going back to let Jingyu take care of him."

Yu Zeyao frowned slightly. Is it an illusion? I always feel that Yanzhi cares about him. He cares too much.

"So, what do you think?"

"Let him go to your place. You have the best doctors and people to protect him. Nothing will happen."

"Where is he now?" Yu Zeyao agreed with Wen Yanzhi, "I'll send someone to pick him up."

"No need. I'll let my people send him directly to you."

"Okay." Yu Zeyao glanced at Jingyu and shook his hand.

"Then let's do it..." Wen Yanzhi's tone was completely different from the previous spirited style, and he was extremely depressed.

Yu Zeyao wanted to ask something, but after looking at Jingyu beside him, he didn't ask anything.

Maybe, he just thought too much!

After hanging up the phone, Jing Yu asked: "Is it related to Jing Rong?"

"Wait here for a while." Yu Zeyao said: "Jing Rong will come over in a while."

Jing Yu was surprised, "Really?"

"Yan Zhi just called and said that he was worried about leaving Jing Rong to you." Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, holding her with one hand.