After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

—Who are you, who are you?

——Then who am I?

Ye Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide and pushed Fu Wenyuan away.

The moment the hasty kiss ended, those strange and clear memories seemed to be pulled away, and another layer of fog was shrouded.

Fu Wenyuan was not completely pushed away, he was still holding onto his wrist, his fingers were tightening but he was afraid of hurting Ye Rong.

He woke up from his irrationality, and the annoyance in his expression was quickly replaced by a shocking firmness.

Ye Rong was not ashamed or annoyed, he didn't care about that kiss as if he was just licked by a reckless big cat, his expression turned cold, but before he was about to speak, he cut off the conversation, and quickly blocked a sentence, "You've been spying on me? How long?"

Fu Wenyuan finally realized that his shady thoughts had been exposed, and he would be regarded as a pervert or a lunatic.

His palms were sweating, but he still slowly let go of Ye Rong's hand after struggling, and replied vaguely like a broken pot: "It's been a long time."

Ye Rong snorted nasally without changing his expression, "Huh?"

Fu Wenyuan said without any pause, "One thousand one hundred and eighty five days, nine hours and three minutes."

Ye Rong's heart skipped a beat, feeling like he was cursed by this string of numbers, someone restrained him with years of yearning.

In three years, Fu Wenyuan could see too much in three years. Maybe it was his shameless entanglement, maybe he gave up disheartened, or maybe he risked his life to cut the brake belt by himself.

Who would have thought that the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of such a small person in the dust would fall into Fu Wenyuan's eyes.

Ye Rong laughed back angrily, but then grabbed Fu Wenyuan's shrinking hand, "Mr. Fu, do you know what kind of behavior you are doing?"

Fu Wenyuan stared into his eyes, did not defend himself at all, but moved his lips: "I plead guilty, you should call the police."

Ye Rong looked up at his face that almost made her feel confused countless times, she almost wanted to punch his nose crookedly!

What kind of person is able to say such ridiculous and hateful words so frankly that Ye Rong couldn't think of what to do with him for a while.

Ye Rong took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, but he said something irrelevant, and asked calmly, "Did you bring back the wine in the living room downstairs?"

Fu Wenyuan's expression was a little indescribably subtle, as if he had just remembered the original intention of bringing wine back tonight.

He was very annoyed, because he lost control and messed up all his plans, and he was in danger of losing Ye Rong.

Ye Rong didn't seem to notice his embarrassment, and dragged him downstairs, like a marionette without a soul along the way.

He opened two bottles of wine brought back by Fu Wenyuan in the living room, stuffed one bottle for Fu Wenyuan, and he picked up a bottle and touched the other's body with a ding dong, "Fu Wenyuan, I'm not a smart person, there are many things I don't want to worry about it anymore, as you wish, the relationship between me and you has long been unclear."

He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, a hot and sweet steam rushing down his throat and into his heart and lungs, Ye Rong sighed comfortably and shook the wine in his hand: "So forget it, I don't want to drink it." Blame you, don't force me, I know what you want, but can you give me a little more time, I have to be responsible to the two of us to give you an accurate answer."

Fu Wenyuan was almost overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, and reacted slowly for a long time, as if he had just understood Ye Rong's words.

At this moment, he felt that he was a little timid like Ye Gonghaolong, but more like a cowardly feeling close to his hometown.

He drank in a muffled voice, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Rong without blinking.

Ye Rong seemed to be smoothing the fur of a big cat, knocked on the table with his knuckles and asked in a low voice: "Did you understand what I said?"

Fu Wenyuan drank a few sips and stopped, fearing that he would lose control and do something irreversible if he was really drunk, he clenched the bottle tightly, his eyes still lingering on Ye Rong, and it took him a long time to test it out. She asked, "Don't you think I'm scary? Rongrong, I...probably a lunatic..."

Ye Rong was taken aback when he heard his words, almost choked on the wine, then bent his eyebrows and smiled, and asked back of course: "Then do you think I am normal? Isn't there a saying that if you are not crazy, you can't live. These days, the days It's been so good, everyone has a little bit of madness."

He was talking to himself, like a transparent philosopher, first he convinced himself, and said earnestly: "If life can cut off those details of love and hatred and only have one goal of making money, then it will be much happier. Well... don't forget your original intention, hard work is the true meaning of life..."

Fu Wenyuan felt that his soul had been sublimated inexplicably, and he meditated silently.

[The author has something to say: I have really opened up a lot of pitfalls recently. Before the infinite stream is finished, I have started to engage in rural love and low-level literature. This book has been thrown away for too long and I almost couldn’t pick it up, but I can’t wait to see that there are still treasures waiting. I can't bear to let you down...Thank you for your unwavering support～】