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

"I didn't say this, it was you."

"Me?" Wen Yanzhi pointed at himself, and then sneered: "I used to think you were cold-tempered and choked people with your words, but I didn't realize you were so good at confusing right and wrong."

Jing Rong's expression didn't change, and he kept staring at him steadily, "Did you tell me at the beginning that you were only interested in me for a while?"

"..." Wen Yanzhi was speechless. Meeting Jing Rong's eyes, he had to nod, "Yes, that's what I said."

"Did you say that after the novelty wears off, you will lose interest in me and return to normal?"

"..." Someone was silent for a moment again. Then he said quietly again: "I also said something like this."

Jing Rong gave him a look that said, "That's it." He wanted to take his hand back.

Wen Yanzhi grabbed his hand and said a little shamelessly: "But haven't I always been interested in you?"

"Let go!" Jingrong didn't want to talk to him.

Wen Yanzhi let go. Jingrong really thought he would let her go, but was surprised for a moment. Then, he was about to go back while pushing the wheelchair, but Wen Yanzhi got out of the car and picked him up directly from the wheelchair.

Jingrong was startled.

"Wen Yanzhi, what are you doing!?" He lowered his voice and calmed down his anger.

Wen Yanzhi carried him from the wheelchair to the front of the car. As soon as Jing Rong moved, Wen Yanzhi carried him back again. Jingrong glared at him, "Don't do this nonsense!"

"If you move again, I'm really going to do something wrong!" Wen Yanzhi threatened him, with the tall figure standing between his legs, "If you move around like this, aren't you forcing me to do something wrong to you?"

Jing Rong felt that this person was particularly rogue. The key is that there is nothing I can do against him.

He didn't move anymore and only reminded him, "My brother-in-law is upstairs. If you don't want him to know anything, don't mess with me."

Wen Yanzhi sneered, put one hand on the front of the low sports car, pinched his chin with the other, and raised the young man's clean face, "Do you know what your brother-in-law does? Houhei Xue has learned a lot a long time ago. Just We were flirting in front of him last time, and you thought he didn't know anything?"

Jingrong held his hand and said, "Who is flirting with you? Oh, yes, someone is indeed flirting with you.

"

"who?"

"That Miss Bu Yu."

Not only was Wen Yanzhi not angry, but he chuckled softly, "Jingrong, it turns out you pay attention to her."

"I picked her, and she happens to be my type. Is it weird that I pay attention to her?"

"..." The corners of Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched, and his face suddenly turned cold. "Do I have to beat you up before you are willing to tell me the truth?"

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

Wen Yanzhi rolled up his shirt sleeves, looking like he really wanted to beat him. However, the next moment, after staring at him for a long time, he changed his mouth and said: "I think beating you into submission is not as good as beating you up into submission."

"..." Jing Rong glared at him, "How dare you."

"What am I afraid of?" Wen Yanzhi chuckled, with endless temptation in his smile. The fiery palms entered Jingrong's pajamas from behind and burned on his lower back.

Jing Rong is young and has no experience in love affairs, so he is very sensitive to Wen Yan's touch.

Face flushed.

He almost groaned, but he bit his lip to hold back. He just frowned and looked at Wen Yanzhi, "Don't touch it!"

"But you enjoyed it very much..." Wen Yanzhi licked his earlobe.

"Enjoy your shit!" Jing Rong cursed angrily. Does this guy really want to be here...

He usually does things without any sense of proportion, otherwise he would not provoke him. So, it's not surprising what he really wants to do here.

"Shh~" Wen Yanzhi didn't mess around with his big hands anymore, just pressed his lips against Jing Rong's earlobe, "I don't want to listen to your duplicitous words that make me angry. So, you listen to me."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Perhaps because of drinking, his voice became sexier.

Jingrong felt soft. His complexion also softened a lot.

"you say."

"I miss you very much." Wen Yanzhi said four words in a low voice, with a breathy sound. More like a touching love story.

A warm look flashed across Jing Rong's eyes.

"What about you?" Wen Yanzhi hugged him and asked softly. However, before Jing Rong could say anything, Wen Yanzhi took over the words himself, with a hint of dullness, a hint of loss, and a hint of sadness in his tone, "Forget it, don't answer. If I ask you, you can't say anything nice." if."

Jingrong's lips curled up and he looked at him, "Then do you want to listen to what I say and don't mean it?"

Wen Yanzhi looked at the young man's faint smile, feeling a little absent-minded. That smile is as clean as the cherry blossoms in March, making people unable to extricate themselves. Wen Yanzhi thought that he had truly fallen into his hands.

"Don't want to hear it?" Jing Rong didn't wait for his answer and said again: "Forget it if you don't want to hear it."

"Listen! No matter whether it's nice or not, as long as it's what's in your heart, I'm willing to listen." Wen Yanzhi looked at him sincerely, with deep affection in his eyes.

Jingrong's heart was even more turbulent.

He opened his lips and wanted to say something. At this moment, the door of the Vice Presidential Palace was suddenly opened from inside.

"You two, it's cold outside, come in and talk if you have anything to say." Mr. Vice President Yu was wearing pajamas, leaning at the door and looking at the two of them.

The corner of Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched, "We are not cold. If you feel cold, hurry in!"

This guy never came earlier or later, but he showed up at this time! On purpose? !

"You are not cold. But, didn't you ask Jingrong if he was cold?"

Jingrong was not as frank as Wen Yanzhi. He just pulled Wen Yanzhi's hand out of his pajamas and looked at him, "Let me in. I'm wearing pajamas and it's a bit cold."

Wen Yanzhi was extremely unwilling. However, Yu Zeyao had already come out of the house.

Considering Jingrong's mood, no matter how unwilling he was, Wen Yanzhi had to let him go temporarily. He pushed the wheelchair over and let Jingrong sit on it.

Jingrong remembered something and said, "Do you want to go in and wait?"

"Wait for what?"

Jingrong rolled his eyes at him, "Driver."

"Oh! That's right! Of course I'll go in!" Wen Yanzhi's depressed mood improved a little.

When he pushed Wen Yanzhi past Yu Zeyao, he gave Yu Zeyao a look that asked for a beating, "It's okay to borrow your living room to sit for a while, right? I've been drinking, and I'm waiting for the driver to pick me up."

"Whatever you want." Yu Zeyao only replied him with two words.

Wen Yanzhi is still too young. He thought he could spend more time with Jingrong by sitting in the hall, but as soon as Yu Zeyao came in, he acted like a parent: "Jingrong, you have classes tomorrow, go upstairs and sleep."

Wen Yanzhi couldn't tame this young man, but in front of Yu Zeyao, Jingrong was a good boy. He just nodded, said nothing, and ignored Wen Yanzhi's regretful look, and pushed the wheelchair up.

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Second update, today's update is complete!