It's hard to accompany the gold master

Suddenly someone touched him, and Yan Yan was shocked.

When he heard a slightly familiar voice, Yan Yan's heart trembled violently again.

There are no words to express his mood at this moment.

Yan Yan's unfocused eyes slowly moved towards Teng Ziwen, and Teng Ziwen's face was clearly enlarged bit by bit in his eyes.

Teng Ziwen patted Yan Yan on the back: "Things have happened, it's useless to cry. I didn't expect to see you like this."

Yan Yan stared at Teng Ziwen, with tears still in his wide-open eyes.

Seeing that Yan Yan was still crying, Teng Ziwen frowned: "We met a few times before, I like you very much, what do you think of me?"

"If you want, you can follow me." Teng Ziwen continued, "If you don't want to, I will also compensate you."

Yan Yan's eyes moved.

Only the first part of Teng Ziwen's words reached his ears.

Yan Yan suddenly grabbed Teng Ziwen, as if grabbing the last straw.

That hand was so weak that Teng Ziwen could shake it off with a slight movement.

"You said, you said you liked me, didn't you?"

Yan Yan's voice was hoarse.

When Teng Ziwen was caught by those eyes, he subconsciously nodded his head.

After nodding his head, Teng Ziwen realized that the "like" in Yanyan's mouth was not quite the same as what he said, but he couldn't say anything about regretting it.

Because Yan Yan's originally dead eyeballs suddenly brightened a lot.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, does it?" Yan Yan asked again.

Teng Ziwen immediately understood what he was asking.

"I really didn't know before that you would appear." Teng Ziwen was telling the truth.

In fact, no matter what he said was the truth or a lie, Yan Yan would believe it.

Teng Ziwen reached into the pocket of the clothes beside him to feel for the cigarette, but when he found nothing, he realized that he had touched the wrong pocket.

Fuji Ziwen reached into another pocket and finally touched the cigarette: "This matter is also my fault, you can ask for anything."

Teng Ziwen took the lighter, lit a cigarette, then put down the lighter, reached out and touched Yan Yan's head: "You can blame me if you want."

Yan Yan didn't respond.

Teng Ziwen blew out a smoke ring, half-closed his eyes: "If you follow me, I won't treat you badly."

Seeing that Yan Yan was still silent, Teng Ziwen moved, only to find that Yan Yan's hand that was holding him suddenly tightened.

Teng Ziwen stroked Yan Yan's Guangjie's back: "You can think about it before answering me. Do you want to sleep again now, huh?"

Teng Ziwen's ending sound rose slightly, revealing a bit of pampering.

This is his usual tone when coaxing people.

Yan Yan's body and mind were exhausted, and the few hours from early morning to now were not enough for him to recover.

In the end, under the seemingly harmonious scene, Yan Yan fell asleep again.

Teng Ziwen covered the quilt for someone, got up carefully, then walked to the window and made a call.

He really wants to know, who knows his itinerary and experience so well, and anyone who has been in contact with him several times can get it.

The few people who met him yesterday didn't have such a brain, there must be other people behind them.