domestic violence man

"What are you talking about?!" Luo Ping shook him and shouted in the rain: "Do you know if I come later, you will..."

He stopped his voice, didn't dare to think about it, held Jiang Yan's shoulders tightly, and cursed: "You can't run if you can't beat it?! Why are you so stupid... You almost got caught by this group of scum...!"

He said, examining Jiang Yan's dull face: "You... are you okay?"

Jiang Yan nodded slightly at Luo Fing's probing gaze.

Secretary Lin at the side held up a black umbrella beside the two of them: "Mr. Luo, what should we do with these people?"

As he spoke, he looked at Yao Ye and his party who were knocked to the ground behind him.

Luo Bin's face darkened immediately: "Before the police come, don't beat him to death." Then he turned to Jiang Yan and raised his hand to wipe the blood on Jiang Yan's forehead.

When he was struggling desperately, he broke his forehead.

"Go, I'll take you back." Wrapping the other party tightly with his coat, Luo Bin gently put his arms around Jiang Yan's shoulders and led him to the car.

In the office filled with the smell of tobacco, there was no sound at all.

Janet, who was standing in front of the door, held the coffee and tapped on the door twice: "Mr. Tan, your coffee is ready."

"Come in." Tan Tian was leaning back in the chair, closing his eyes and kneading the space between his brows.

The ashtray on the desk was full of extinguished cigarette butts. Janet took a look, put the coffee cup away and asked: "Mr. Tan, what should I do with Mr. Jiang's things? I've already sorted them out... He didn't bring any Walk."

Those were Jiang Yan's usual office documents and materials, including books given to him by Tan Tianzheng, and a few pens.

Tan Tianzheng put down his hands, opened his eyes, and his eyes showed a little tiredness: "Let's put them all in the storage room next door."

"Yes." Janet responded, seeing that the boss was not in a good mood, she hurried out to continue working.

Tan Tian was staring at the steaming cup of coffee, his mind was completely out of work.

At first, he didn't expect that Jiang Yan would be serious. For this dude, he planned to take what he needed from the beginning, without involving emotional aspects.

He never thought that Jiang Yan would find out about Guan Mo.

That was the past that he didn't want to face, and it was also his backlash.

It was the trigger that triggered him to drive Jiang Yan away.

Because he gradually discovered that Jiang Yan had begun to occupy his mind more often.

From time to time, he would think of his every expression, sad, fearful, happy, and the shyness and helplessness when he called his name, just like a feather, inadvertently swept across his heart, the long-lost tenderness The tenderness made his heart, which had been silent for a long time, beat.

Shi Guanmo is like an old photo locked in the old memory, which gradually becomes blurred with the infestation of the storm.

However, Jiang Yan is a vigorous spring bamboo shoot after the rain, breaking into his world with such a big fanfare, it is so abrupt and arrogant that it is impossible to refuse.

But he can't let another very similar person occupy his world without forgetting Guanmo.

There can be no second betrayal, so it is better to make a clean break.

Such a decision, for Jiang Yan or for him, may be the best result.

Luo Bin carefully wiped Jiang Yan's rain-soaked hair, and said: "The ginger soup will cool down in a while, drink it quickly, and be careful of catching a cold."

Jiang Yan's eyes moved from the ginger soup bowl on the coffee table to the car model placed aside.

Those were some old-looking models. He stretched out his hand to pick up the car, fiddled with it twice: "This is what I gave you when I was five years old."

"Do you still remember?" Luo Bin smiled and put down the towel: "Transformers, our favorite when we were young."

Recalling the past, Jiang Yan's face finally turned red: "It was so good at that time..." He slowly put down the model in his hand: "There are no worries, carefree, and I won't become like myself because of anyone. .”

Hearing his low voice, Luo Yan felt a sudden pain in his heart. He squatted down and looked at Jiang Yan: "Don't think about those unpleasant things, you are you, no one else, but my good buddy Jiang Yan, don't think about it... you All I have to do now is to drink the ginger soup, and then go to the bedroom to have a good sleep...you know?"

"Thank you..." Jiang Yan trembled his pale lips, thanking Luo Bin for his company from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing his thank you, Luo Bin was stunned, and patted the other party indifferently: "What are you talking about? Aren't we good buddies?! Why are you being polite...?" He said, picking up the ginger soup bowl and Handed the spoon to Jiang Yan's lips: "Drink quickly, be careful not to burn..."

"Hmm..." Jiang Yan opened his mouth and lost his appetite after a few drinks.

"Luo Bin, I'm so tired...I want to contact my family..." Jiang Yan shook his head and pushed away Luo Bin's hand feeding the soup.

Seeing his distraught look, Luo Bin slightly pursed his lips and put down the soup bowl. There was a moment of sternness in his eyes, and when he raised his head again, he had the same smile as before: "Okay, you rest first, and when you wake up tomorrow, I will Help you contact Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang..."

Jiang Yan had great trust in him, so he nodded, and walked into the bedroom under Luo Bin's gaze.

Luo Bin watched him close the bedroom door, stood up slowly, took out his mobile phone and pressed a number: "President Luo, I'm Lin Shi, what do you need?"

The familiar tone and cold voice belonged to Secretary Lin who had been with Luo Bin for nearly ten years.

"The matter of the Jiang family group can be dealt with, and the news will be released within this week."

"Understood." Secretary Lin replied very briefly: "I will deal with it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Bin picked up the towel that had just wiped Jiang Yan's hair, put it between his nose and sniffed it almost greedily.

The fresh smell of saponins came over his face, making him in a trance for a while, just because of the smell on Jiang Yan, he could send everything to be buried with him.

Life on the construction site is relatively peaceful. Luo Ran often discusses the progress of the project with Wen Jiuzhou, and then they guide Yan Yang to hold a meeting with the workers.

Wen Ningyuan's job is to coordinate the relationship between the project partners, and occasionally discuss construction issues with his father Wen Jiuzhou.

Five people working together can be considered harmonious.

On weekdays, after Luo Ran finished his business, he would return to Yan Yang's lounge to help him clean and do laundry. Sometimes, when the mood came, he would even cook two or three dishes, so that he and Yan Yang could have a good time as husband and wife. Life.

At the end of the day, Luo Ran was carrying a basket of clothes to the laundry room next to Yan Yang's lounge, when he suddenly heard a conversation between two people inside: "Yan Yang...I know your relationship with Mr. Luo, but I really...really can't just be by your side and look at you...I told my dad...I'm going back to Germany next week..."

"Can you, before you leave, hug me again..."

"Just like before..."