Tender trapping

This time Zhuo Wenlang was really angry. He grabbed Ran Xu's hand and asked the driver to drive home quickly. As soon as he got home, he pushed Ran Xu halfway through the door, and closed the door with a "bang" without any sign of harm. Show mercy.

Ran Xu was frightened by his actions and did not dare to move—Zhuo Wenlang had never been so out of control in front of him, but facing a man who was much stronger than himself in terms of size and strength, his body was very honest. act of self-defense.

Looking at the boy squatting in the corner with his head in his arms, Zhuo Wenlang felt so upset like never before.

"...I won't hit you." He explained dryly.

However, after this aggressiveness, Ran Xu's words were not very credible in his ears. He slowly took his hands off his head, looked up at Zhuo Wenlang, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Ran Xu's eyes are very beautiful, black and white are distinct, almond round eyes, looking from the top down, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, showing a somewhat pitiful look.

Zhuo Wenlang dragged him up from the ground irritably, and led him upstairs himself.

Although Zhuo Wenlang still has a few apartments in the city for convenience, the Chenshan villa is the first house he bought after he went to the mainland.

At that time, everything looked like a new beginning. He originally thought that in this brand new city, he would get rid of the messy things of Zhuo Guanzhong and Gangcheng, and the relationship between him and Zhuo Minghui would also improve... It's a pity , but also so.

Zhuo Wenlang hated his younger brother's way of always fighting against him. In fact, the dispute between the two was just like their parents - no one was willing to make a change, so they tortured each other until they died.

Even so, Zhuo Wenlang never thought of letting Ran Xu become a victim in the struggle between their brothers. If it was just another boy today, Zhuo Minghui didn't care if it was cheaper... It's just love, romance, a pastime in life.

But Ran Xu can't.

Zhuo Wenlang couldn't tell why, but when he thought of how bravely Ran Xu was negotiating terms with him, and how he was so determined to break up, he was still willing to "sacrifice" himself to stay in Chenshan Villa for Zhuo Minghui... Zhuo Wenlang Lang felt that he was going to be mad.

Ran Xu's room was arranged next to the master bedroom. Zhuo Wenlang kept his word and didn't intend to force women to fuck, just like the principle he always upholds, never forcing anyone, it doesn't conform to his aesthetics.

"I'm only staying here for a week, and I'm going to school." Ran Xu sat on the bed, still maintaining a defensive posture, leaning back slightly, his eyes fell on Zhuo Wenlang, afraid that he would make any radical moves again .

"No."

"Why not?!" Ran Xu raised his voice, "I only have three days off from the school, after which I will be counted as absent from class! Besides, you can't restrict my life..."

"You don't have to worry about school affairs, I will take care of them." Zhuo Wenlang interrupted Ran Xu, his expression was obviously impatient, and the usual smile was no longer there.

The two of them got along very strangely, and Ran Xu couldn't help shivering.

"I'm going to school."

"I said, no."

There was no extra rhetoric in this dispute, the two of them compared their volume to each other so naively that they were completely divorced from their adult identities. In fact, when Zhuo Wenlang said the first rejection, Ran Xu had already subconsciously known the result, but he still Stubbornly continue the whole quarrel.

As if in this way, he can find some psychological comfort or other...

For example, to cover up the fact that he still has thoughts about Zhuo Wenlang in his heart.

He just raised his thorns and tried to fight back against Zhuo Wenlang, as if the louder he screamed, the more he could tear open the man's heart, making him feel the same pain, torture, pain and all Zhuo Wenlang something imposed upon him.

He just didn't want to be that lamb at the slaughter.

When Lee came in, he was startled by various movements from upstairs. Besides the quarrel, there seemed to be the sound of something falling on the ground.

The servants in the villa were all at the stairs on the first floor, with hesitation on their faces, but no one dared to go up.

The responsibility of this "peacemaker" seemed to fall on Lee again, he had no choice but to go upstairs frowning, thinking about how much salary drove him to endure so much that he shouldn't have to bear...

When he reached the third floor, he heard clearly the content of the two people's quarrel, but couldn't just repeat a few words over and over again. On the one hand, Lee felt speechless and on the other hand felt helpless. He pushed the door in and grabbed Zhuo Wenlang's arm: "Okay, boss, what do you care about with a sick child?"

"I'm not sick!" Ran Xu was as if he had been ignited. He remembered Zhuo Minghui's experience, "You won't just make up some disease for me and put me under house arrest, right?"

"No, no, your situation is different from his, I guess I said something wrong." Lee dragged Zhuo Wenlang out of the room with a headache, avoiding contact between the two of them at this time.

The villa returned to quietness.

The servants breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to do their own things.

The owner of this house has always been very good-natured, the room is tidy and easy to tidy up, and the servants are not willing to change jobs. Now all the people here are "old people" who have been here for several years. Come in and have such a big dispute.

Lee turned and closed the door, he looked at Zhuo Wenlang's loose tie, and made a joke to relieve the atmosphere: "You don't want to play strong with others, do you?"

Zhuo Wenlang glared at him, realizing the gaffe just now, his expression became a little unnatural.

But Lee didn't intend to stop his mouth: "Are you wondering why you suddenly got into a fight with a student who is ten years younger? Obviously the best solution to this matter is to give him money to get out, but you Did something contrary to that?"

"..."

Zhuo Wenlang was silent for a while, then looked up at Lee with a bad expression.

"Come on, we have to talk." Lee spread his hands, "You can't go on like this, I said before that you will regret it sooner or later."

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Ran Xu didn't know what happened outside the door, he was still immersed in his anger, thinking about why he was deceived by Zhuo Wenlang's gentle appearance for so long before, now he looks like a beast in clothes, tearing open the inner core It's all black.

Zhuo Wenlang didn't seem to care what he thought at all, or in other words, he couldn't understand why he proposed to break up at all.

The villa has returned to calm. When the door rang again, there was only one maid outside, who looked at Ran Xu timidly: "Mr. Ran, the meal is ready, you can go downstairs to eat."

"...Where's Zhuo Wenlang?" Ran Xu's anger was still there.

"Mr. Zhuo has something to do and has returned to the company."

Ran Xu was a little surprised.

For the next day, he couldn't see Zhuo Wenlang in the villa. All the meals were prepared according to his favorite, and each dish was more or less filled with fish or other protein, which seemed to be for him. When making nutritious meals, Ran Xu adhered to the principle of never abusing himself, eating on time and going to bed on time.

During this period, he only received one text message from Zhuo Minghui—this time it was himself.

Zhuo Wenhui asked Ran Xu if he was seeking favor from Zhuo Wenlang, and said: I don't care about your sacrifice at all, and any torture you suffer for this is your own fault.

Ran Xu answered him with a "."

All he did was not all for Zhuo Minghui, Ran Xu knew it in his heart.

However, now he couldn't understand Zhuo Wenlang's motive more and more, why did he put him in such an empty villa, why he was not allowed to leave but he was not at home?

What on earth does he want to do?