The little ancestor and the big devil

"Luo Wensheng, I like you."

The young man's voice was very soft, but he bit every word so earnestly, like thunder after thunder, which shocked Luo Wensheng beyond compare.

The turbulent waves in his heart caused by the simple words of the young man, even after layers of rational suppression, still swept along the nerves all the way to the surface, making the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, lips... the whole face unable to move. Trembling involuntarily.

He had a hunch.

Very early on, even before Ning Yuan himself noticed it, Luo Wensheng noticed it.

After all, he has seen so many people and can easily see through many people's eyes.

In the young man's black and white eyes, the heavy friendship could not be written more clearly, one stroke at a time.

But Luo Wensheng told himself over and over again that he was overthinking.It was he who had been in this dirty world for too long and mistook the simple dependence of the young man on him as an undue envy.

Whoever it is, Luo Wensheng will definitely be able to make a decisive decision, and use the most appropriate method to extinguish the flames of deviantism as quickly as possible.

Just because the other party is Ning Yuan.

So he lost the criterion of judgment from the beginning.

Now that the matter has developed so far, what face does he have to blame Ning Yuan?

It's all his fault.

It's all his fault.

He had no face to face Ning Yuan, so he could only silently turn his head even more to the side that Ning Yuan could not see.

"Wen Sheng, I like you so much."

Ning Yuan said softly, holding Luo Wensheng's with his bleeding hand, and sticking it to his chest.

Luo Wensheng refused, but Ning Yuan hissed, and he didn't dare to move again because he was afraid of hurting the young man's red, swollen and bleeding hand.

Ning Yuan looked at the man who didn't dare to look at him, and didn't dare to reject him, with a bit of complacency in his slightly sickly smile.

He pressed Luo Wensheng's hand to his heart, "Wen Sheng, can you feel it? I just look at you like this, and my heart beats to death."

The boy's voice was very soft, but he was full of excitement to confess, and cautious for fear of being rejected.

After hearing this, people felt pain in their hearts.

The fingertips that were forced to press Ning Yuan's heart felt the throbbing under the hot skin, trembling slightly as if being scalded.

Luo Wensheng wanted to pull away, but Ning Yuan refused.

He grabbed the man's finger and lowered his head to kiss him.

The moment Luo Wensheng felt the hot and humid touch, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and looked at Ning Yuan in shock.

His fingertips were stained with blood from Ning Yuan's palm, and Ning Yuan's lips were stained with a few wisps of deep red because he kissed his fingertips.Complementing the young man's morbid obsessive smile, it is shocking to watch.

"But if you avoid me like this, I'm going to die of pain."

Ning Yuan lowered his knees, knelt down on one knee, moved his center of gravity forward, and got closer to Luo Wensheng who had nowhere to retreat, leaned against his knees, pressed his heart, and asked him with his face up: "Wen Sheng, do you know this kind of thing?" Do you feel happy or unhappy? It all depends on your frown and smile. My heart no longer belongs to me. It follows you closely. If you ignore me, there will be a hole in my place, and blood will flow More than that, it hurts like hell, and nothing else can fill it up.”

Luo Wensheng looked at Ning Yuan in panic, as if what he saw was not the cute boy he had known for ten years, but a ghost crawling out of hell.

He shook his lips and opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say anything.

Ning Yuan looked at Luo Wensheng, who was covered in rejection all over his body, and after a while, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Heh."

From that soft laugh, Luo Wensheng heard weeping blood.

So his heart was twisted severely, causing him to frown subconsciously.

Ning Yuan backed away a little, knelt on his calf, lowered his eyes, and his face was ashamed.

"I know I shouldn't."

"I worked hard for a long time."

"But I can't."

"I'm sorry, Wen Sheng."

"I let you down."

Ning Yuan raised his head, bitter tears rolled down from his tightly closed eyes, leaving two scorching marks on his pale face.

"Wen Sheng, what should I do?"

What should I do to get rid of this obsession that I shouldn't have.

Although Luo Wensheng is still young, he believes that he has experienced too many storms. He can give advice on international financial forums, remain calm in the eyes of public opinion storms, and even "kill" people in inhuman commercial wars. The pockmarked face does not change color.

But now he was only facing a frail young man, but he suddenly panicked, and he didn't even know how to deal with himself.

All he knew was that every time the tears on the young man's face lengthened, a knife would goug out an inch in his heart.

The air was almost frozen, and the time was infinitely elongated by the dead silence.

Luo Wensheng felt it was difficult to breathe.

At the last second before he was suffocated, he grabbed Ning Yuan's wrist, got up and pushed Ning Yuan into his chair, and called Zhang Ming to come over to see Ning Yuan's injury.

After putting down the microphone, he leaned against the table with his back to Ning Yuan, anxiously waiting for Zhang Ming to appear in the next moment.

The hot blood rushing to the top of his head was poured away by a bucket of cold water, and the tingling pain from his palm and Luo Wensheng's silent back told Ning Yuan how stupid and asshole he had just done.

Ning Yuan was panicked.

He wanted to call Luo Wensheng's name and tell him to save him, but it seemed as if his throat was choked by some mysterious force. He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't say anything.

After a while, Ning Yuan suddenly smiled.

What's the use of regretting now?He was about to drive himself crazy, and it would be a matter of time before he could uncontrollably say it.What happened just now, if it doesn't happen today, will happen someday in the future.Every night and every day, he would become more nervous and make Luo Wensheng hate him more.

What he should really regret is why he didn't tell Luo Wensheng earlier that I like you.

Maybe if he said it earlier, he could still be saved.

Now, he is beyond help.

Then what is he afraid of?

Apart from losing Luo Wensheng, he was not afraid of anything.

So Ning Yuan pressed the wound on his palm, sat there, and stared at Luo Wensheng's back with impunity.

Well, wide shoulders, narrow waist and an inverted triangle, smooth muscle lines are faintly revealed through the shirt, and the hem of the shirt is neatly tucked into the belted trousers, which inexplicably has a taste of abstinence.

He hugged Luo Wensheng, the man's waist is easy to hug...

Damn it, why did I suddenly think of Shen Yijun dancing while holding Luo Wensheng's waist.

I don't want to give Luo Wensheng to others.

Absolutely not.

The moment Zhang Ming opened the door, he was stunned by Ning Yuan's scorching, naked, possessive and aggressive gaze behind Luo Wensheng.

On the other hand, his master looked like a trapped beast forced into a corner of a cage.

The two raised their eyelids and looked at Zhang Ming at the same time.

One smiled faintly, then lowered his eyelids to hide the blaze in his eyes; the other strode forward as if he had been helped by a god, and dragged in the person who was stunned at the door.

Zhang Ming was in a cold sweat.

Who can tell him what happened in this room? !

Luo Wensheng pulled Zhang Ming in front of Ning Yuan, and signaled with his eyes, "Work", while he wanted to leave in a hurry.

"Wen Sheng!" Ning Yuan hurriedly got up and chased after him, grabbing his arm from behind.

Luo Wensheng froze.

"Where are you going?" Ning Yuan asked, "Are you bothering me? Don't want to control me anymore? Are you going to let me fend for myself?"

Zhang Ming: ...

He felt that he should not stand here and was in the way.

Luo Wensheng licked his dry lips, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "If it's what you said, why should I call Zhang Ming over and just drive you out."

Ning Yuan was taken aback for a moment, his eyes full of panic lit up instantly.

"Be obedient and let Zhang Ming show it to you, I'll come back and find you later." After Luo Wensheng finished speaking, he tried to make Ning Yuan let go.

Ning Yuan clung to him tightly, "How long is a while?"

"……10 minutes."

"Okay." Ning Yuan happily let go.

Luo Wensheng left, Ning Yuan sat there obediently and let Zhang Ming treat the injury on his hand.

Zhang Ming lowered his eyes and concentrated on applying medicine and bandaging Ning Yuan.After a moment of fermentation, the wound on the boy's palm was already red and swollen, and it was painful to look at.

When Uncle Bei brought Ning Shao back, except for a slap mark on his face and a broken corner of his mouth, the young master was unharmed.Zhang Ming stared at the ruler that was thrown on the table, and couldn't help thinking, was it really the third master who hit it?The third master loves this young master so much, how can he beat him so hard with his own hands?

Although he was scratching his head, Zhang Ming knew that he had better not ask anything.Just keep your mouth shut and do your own thing.

"Zhang Ming." Ning Yuan called him suddenly.

Zhang Ming was nervous, "What? Young Master Ning? Does it hurt too much?"

"No, it hurts. You messed with me. I want to ask you something else." Ning Yuan said.

Zhang Ming didn't know that there was a deep pit ahead, so he jumped without hesitation, "Young Master Ning, tell me."

"Wen Sheng found out that I like him, so he avoids me and beats me, but even though he treats me like this, I still like him. The more he avoids me, the more I miss him. The more he hurts, the more I like him He. Finally couldn't bear it, so he said it. But after I finished speaking, he stopped beating and ran out by himself."

Zhang Ming held the medicine bottle in one hand and tweezers with cotton wool in the other, petrified on the spot.

As soon as I loosened my hand, the cotton wool fell off with a "click".

He wanted to ask: I couldn't bear it, so I just said it, what did I say?

But isn't the answer obvious?Ning Shao didn't say it at the beginning, he likes three...

like.

Which one do you like?

that like?

No way? !

But if it wasn't for that liking, why did the third master beat the young master so cruelly?

Ning Yuan didn't give Zhang Ming too much time to be messy in the wind, and gave his stone statue a hard blow, "Zhang Ming, do you think he will accept me?"

The boy's eyes were full of anticipation, but Zhang Ming stood up in fright as if he was facing a black hole, and the medicine in the medicine bottle was shaken and spilled out.

"Huh?" Ning Yuan tilted his head and smiled, waiting for his answer.

Zhang Ming wanted to run away.But the legs are already weak.

He wanted to cut off his ears.

After a while, Zhang Ming sat down trembling all over. While trying to stabilize his trembling hands, he said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Ning, I didn't hear anything."

There was dead silence in the room.

Zhang Ming continued to treat Ning Yuan's wound with trepidation.

A drop of water landed on Ning Yuan's skirt without warning. Zhang Ming, who lowered his head to wrap gauze around Ning Yuan, saw it. He raised his head subconsciously and bumped into the tearful face of the young man.

Ning Yuan looked at him and smiled softly, but that smile looked extremely desperate.

"Sure enough, I won't receive anyone's support and blessing. Heh."

Ning Yuan turned his head and looked outside the door, as if talking to himself, "I'm so bad, relying on him to spoil me, I left all my problems to him, and in the middle of the night, I asked him to go to the balcony alone to blow the cold wind... "

"Heh, tell me, how can he be so indecisive towards me when he is such a decisive character outside?"

"I still have 10 minutes to think about it."

"Slap me hard, cripple my legs, take off my clothes and throw me on the road."

"In that case, maybe I can stop thinking about it."

"But he can't."

"He can be cruel enough to torture himself, but he can't be cruel enough to torture me."

"He was seducing me, seducing me."

"Do you think so?" Ning Yuan turned around and asked Zhang Ming with a teary smile.

Zhang Ming watched the nose and the nose and the heart, wholeheartedly pretending to be deaf.

"It's enough to wrap it around twice. It's not disabled, it's been so long." Ning Yuan urged Zhang Ming.

My hands are shaking so badly, my young master!Zhang Ming roared in his heart.I'm just a little doctor, what to do tell me this bolt from the blue!The little one can't bear it!

"Okay, okay. That's it. I'll call him back." Ning Yuan withdrew his hand, got up, wiped his face, and smiled, "Just say I was joking."

"It makes you look smarter, doesn't it?"

Zhang Ming nodded subconsciously, then shook his head quickly, and hurriedly said, "Young Master Ning! I didn't...I didn't...I..."

Ning Yuan smiled and walked out.

future or something...

He has thought about it, of course he has.

But just think about it.

Luo Wensheng was the one who wanted to be the head of the Luo family, the one who wanted to get married and have children.If I really like him, of course I have to give way to the life plan he has been fighting for for more than [-] years.

Ning Yuan knew that he really shouldn't speak out.As long as you don't say it, everything will be fine.

But he couldn't hold back.going crazy.

Crazy and crazy, it's time to get everything back on track.

"Wen Sheng." Ning Yuan bumped into Luo Wensheng who came out of the bedroom in the corridor.

After a while, the man was tortured by him inexplicably.

Luo Wensheng glanced at Zhang Ming, who was standing at the door of the study, at a loss, and asked Ning Yuan to follow him into the bedroom.

Zhang Ming looked terrified.

In, into the bedroom? !

Third Lord!Ning Shaogang was sixteen!

Ning Yuan entered Luo Wensheng's bedroom, and found a place to sit very naturally, but Luo Wensheng himself felt uncomfortable.

He took a glass of water for Ning Yuan, and another glass of water for himself.

Mainly to myself.

When people are nervous, they always like to hold something in their hands.

"Xiaoyuan..." Luo Wensheng said.

Ning Yuan smiled, "Actually, what I just told you was just a joke."

Luo Wensheng: "..."

Ning Yuan shrugged, "Whoever told you to hit me so painfully, I just wanted... just to play tricks on you."

Ning Yuan couldn't stop laughing, "The joke is over, I'm sorry."

Luo Wensheng: "..."

"The matter of Luo Fan... I have caused you trouble. I will apologize to you tomorrow. You have been tossing back and forth from the airport, it's so late, go to bed first."

"Good night, Wen Sheng."

Ning Yuan put down his untouched water glass, and raced against time to escape out the door——Luo Wensheng was leaning against the table and staring at him so motionlessly, he couldn't pretend anymore.

Luo Wensheng stepped forward with his long legs and stretched out his long arms, blocking Ning Yuan's way.

Ning Yuan: "..."

The short acting exhausted all his strength, and when he raised his head again, all the pretense faded away, and standing in front of Luo Wensheng was just a young man who was at a loss and extremely fragile.

Ning Yuan struggled to laugh, but within a second of laughing, he burst into tears, "Why? You asked me to go back, it's too late, I want to sleep."

Luo Wensheng pulled him back to the sofa and sat down.

"Xiao Yuan, let's have a good talk."