Dedicated to spoiling young masters

Fang Donglin's hand was cold, and when it was held, it was a little stiff. It should be said that there was no response. He neither clasped Che Yan's finger nor pulled it away, and just put it in his pocket in a daze.

In fact, for a moment, that hand was about to be pulled away, but it was held down by Che Yan. It was the unresistible look in his eyes that made Fang Donglin stop insisting.

But he looked back at the movie with a blank expression and didn't respond, which made Che Yan feel bad.

What is this? It's like falling in love with a stone statue.

Che Yan's emotions finally reached a breaking point. With his other hand, he forced Fang Donglin's face to look at him. Those eyes were cold and quiet, and he couldn't see his emotions, let alone What was he thinking about.

But he couldn't get angry with this person, the anger in his heart was heavily suppressed by something, and it collapsed everywhere, turning into a sour grievance.

Che Yan's eyes were uncontrollably moist, and he asked with a suppressed voice, "Do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

Fang Donglin frowned slightly, sighed slightly, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him, and only said two words: "No."

"Then you..." Che Yan was about to say something quickly, but the movement in the back seat was interrupted by him, and even sucked away most of his emotions.

Some people came to the cinema with the same purpose as Che Yan, and others were more successful than him.

In the back row of the dark movie theater, they are in the corner, creating a hidden effect in people's minds, and they are more open-minded when they want to do something.

The pair of lovers behind them are really wild, they can make gasps from kissing, and it gets louder and louder.

Che Yan's heart beat faster, and the moisture in his eyes hadn't dissipated, and he immediately turned into a state of holding his breath to eavesdrop...

"You're wet..."

"Don't put it in..."

What kind of conversation is this... Che Yan's face turned red like a pancake, looking at Fang Donglin's face, he was aroused by some uncontrollable desire, not to mention, he heard it too.

"Ah..." There was a very small sound, biting his lip.

Che Yan clutched his chest, his blood boiling. The sneaky sound was too unbearable, and he swallowed embarrassingly.

Can't help but want to listen again, Fang Donglin suddenly reached out and pressed his head on his chest, covering Che Yan's ears with his palm, while packing up his things and pulling him up.

"go home."

Go home, why do you want to go home, such a good atmosphere, you don't want to do anything to me, Che Yan's mood is depressed again.

"But I haven't finished watching the movie..." he said, not wanting to leave.

"Go home and watch." Fang Donglin whispered in his ear.

The aura hit the ears, and Che Yan didn't want to leave, he muttered: "I don't have this movie at home."

Just now she was about to cry, but now she was evasive again. Fang Donglin paused for a moment, then returned to his seat, and nodded to Che Yan: "Sit down."

Hey, I knew he would give in to me, Che Yan smiled and sat down, looking at Fang Donglin with endless expectations.

The situation in the back seat... is intense, does this mean that you want to get bored with me?

But it turns out that he was thinking too much.

Fang Donglin stood up again, turned to the back seat, and said coldly, "Get out!"

Just those two words, which are so indifferent, pierced an invisible deterrent force. The exaggeration is that the man's hand is still in the woman's bra, the zipper of the trousers is open, and the woman is sitting on it. In a hurry, I tidied up my clothes and hurried out of the cinema.

Oh my god, Che Yan was suddenly ashamed and ashamed, he didn't dare to look at Fang Donglin, and suddenly felt that he was like a pure iceberg snow lotus.

People look spotless like this, but I'm full of sperm, it's just too nasty...

Just like that, Che Yan's romantic plan fell through. After watching the movie honestly, and following Fang Donglin home obediently, this night was another sleepless night.

He began to think, I must have been an iceberg snow lotus in the past, the kind of saint who emerges from the mud without being stained, but now, I have become a vulgar and shameless layman, hey... Should I reflect on myself.

So Che Yan began to reflect, he wanted to study, maybe this would enrich himself, and he might even get back the shadow of the past.

He went to the study with high spirits, and threw himself on Fang Donglin's desk: "I want to learn something, or work."

Spiritual food is a very important thing. In addition to food and clothing, it is also very important to be saturated with thoughts, otherwise it is easy to think wildly.

"What do you want to do?" Fang Donglin closed the book and asked.

"What did I do before?" Che Yan looked interested to know.

Wiping a faint smile, Fang Donglin gave a reassuring expression and said, "It's the same as now!"

What does it mean to be the same as now, what does it mean, Che Yan stared at the bookshelves all over the room, shouldn't I be a great scientist, a great writer or something?At least it should be a teacher!

"You mean, I don't do anything, and now I'm just waiting to die?" Che Yan asked hesitantly, afraid that he might have misunderstood

Fang Donglin took out a document from the drawer: "This is the property under your name, I will manage it for you, you don't need to do anything."

That document was made of high-quality kraft paper, and it contained solid wealth. Just a few thin pages, it seemed that there were countless prosperity and wealth, giving people a sense of absolute security without worrying about food and clothing.

But why did he feel so empty? Che Yan didn't know that he was the rich second generation, or that he relied on this man to give him all the comfort, but this comfort made people feel flustered.

Some people say that if you are born right, you will have no worries for a lifetime, but it really falls on yourself, it doesn't seem to be that feeling...

Che Yan frowned and said, "Can't I do something? I feel very uneasy."

"Well, okay." Fang Donglin nodded in agreement: "Think about what you want to do, or what you want to learn, and I'll teach you."

Che Yan felt happy, but immediately lost his mind: "I don't know what I can do? If it's like you said, I used to be the kind of second-generation ancestor, so I must have no talents?"

"You are not the second generation ancestor, you are very good." Fang Donglin comforted him, his eyes seemed to be admiring something.

Is being good also a kind of talent?I'll go, why do I feel that he treats me like a child... Che Yan's face showed dark lines.

"Economics, medicine, law, management, let me find some textbooks for you first, and you can learn from it." Fang Donglin said.

Finally, Che Yan raised his spirits again: "Should I go to school? What level of education do I have?"

Avoiding his cultural level, Fang Donglin replied: "Stay at home. After all, you have amnesia, and you don't know how much you remember. Learn first, and I will tutor you."

"Oh..." Che Yan replied in a daze, anyway, the matter is settled.

Putting aside the romance for the time being, Che Yan has been studying according to the materials Fang Donglin gave him for the past few days. He bought the textbooks temporarily, and the content should be simpler than those on his bookshelf.

Why, it's still as difficult as crossing a mountain of swords, Che Yan bit his pen and wailed bitterly at a calculus problem.

If you want to study economics, you must first start with mathematics. These symbols are like Martian.

"Fang Donglin..." Che Yan began to call for help again: "Help..." He wanted to cry but had no tears.

Fang Donglin's clothes are always plain, even if he is wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, he looks like a worldly person, and his clothes are entwined with his temperament.

Hearing Che Yan's bitter cry, he put down what he was doing and came over.

He took the notebook, looked at Che Yan's messy strokes, and smiled imperceptibly, the ink was flying all over the paper, like a violent little monster running around a few times.

"The general solution of the original differential equation is 2y(1-x)-cos(2x)=C." Fang Donglin explained carefully, then turned around and asked with a chuckle: "What is C, do you know?"

C, what C, Che Yan stared and turned around with a dull expression on his face.

A normal person wants to give up this kind of student, but Fang Donglin is surprisingly patient: "It's an integral constant. You have to write down these numbers and symbols, code them, and put them in your mind, so that they won't be messy."

Che Yan stared at him blankly, nodded, whether it can be done, the devil knows.

"The special solution that satisfies the initial conditions is 2y(1-x)-cos(2x)=7, the answer will come out, and I will sort it out for you..."

The teacher really can't be too perfect, otherwise, the students' attention will easily break down.

Che Yan was in a daze, watching the setting sun cast a light red light on his outline, even his lips were dyed red, thin and meticulous, floating and elegant when speaking, kissing it would be what does it feel like...

"Understood?" Fang Donglin turned his head and found that this man was in a daze, dumbfounded, and it was still the same Che Yan, which had never changed.

To prevent him from crying again and again, Fang Donglin stood up, put his hands on both sides of him, surrounded Che Yan between his arms, and held his right hand to hold the pen.

"Let's talk about it, listen carefully." His voice directly brushed Che Yan's ears and face.

Che Yan's fair face turned red all of a sudden, your uncle, how can it sound good like this!

Hey, no, isn't this indirect contact? ...It turns out that Fang Donglin likes this tune, and Che Yan's mind is full of evil thoughts.

The elegant smell poured into the nostrils, making people nervous. Che Yan's hand held the pen in Fang Donglin's hand to write, and in the end Fang Donglin used all his strength to write, so he concentrated on feeling the touch. Feeling rippling, heart beating loudly, harder than knocking on Wen Youle's door.

"8-1=C, what is C?" Fang Donglin asked, but he couldn't get the answer for a long time.

He lowered his head, and saw a face as red as an apple, and those bright eyes were also looking at him, with heartbeat, liking, and love, he had never seen Che Yan's expression like this, and this expression at this moment was Belonging to him, Fang Donglin's feelings that were buried in the abyss couldn't help being hit by ripples, and he was stunned.

Che Yan raised his head, and the rosy lips fell lightly on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of panic and shyness.

"I... I think, even though I lost my memory... I still like you." Che Yan mustered up his courage, stroked his face and confessed: "I think I should have liked you more before."

before…

Some of the past is scattered in front of me, but it is embarrassing...

These words brought everything back to reality like an irreversible disaster. Fang Donglin's eyes fell from the starry sky into the cold pool. He pushed back the words, like an arctic glacier, and turned and left the study.