Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Wen Zheyan blinked, looked at Yan Rong who was motionless in front of him, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He called Yan Rong's son, isn't that justified?

Yan Rong's gaze swept across Wen Zheyan's worried and bewildered expression.

He said lightly, "Why do you think I am your son?"

"There's no reason, you are." Wen Zheyan was dizzy, raised his hand to pinch Yan Rong's cheek, and pinched, "Aren't you Yan Rong?"

Yan Rong pushed Wen Zheyan's hand away, "I am Yan Rong."

"Then you are my son."

"why?"

Wen Zheyan said proudly, "Because I am Yan Rong's father, Yan Rong is my son."

……What is the logic.

Yan Rong frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered those emojis that Wen Zheyan had posted before.At that time, he thought that Wen Zheyan posted all kinds of 'your dad' emoticons for fun, but now that he heard Wen Zheyan's words, he had a vague idea in his mind.

But now Wen Zheyan was drunk.

An alcoholic can't be too serious about what he says.

If you really want to know the answer, you have to wait until he sobers up.

Yan Rong didn't care anymore, he put his arm around Wen Zheyan's waist, took his hand with the other, and led him towards the car.He was a little taller than Wen Zheyan, and when he made this posture, Wen Zheyan's side of his body close to Yan Rong was pulled up, which was uncoordinated and very uncomfortable.

He moved his body and said, "Why don't you carry me behind your back."

Yan Rong glanced at Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan changed his face in a second, showed his lifelong acting skills, and said with a sad face, "Your father is old and his legs and feet are inconvenient, so you don't want to recite it? The child now—tsk tsk tsk."

Yan Rong "..."

What else can Yan Rong say?

He even suspected that Wen Zheyan did it on purpose.

However, Wen Zheyan was very serious.

He could only let go of Wen Zheyan, pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposed his forearms, and squatted in front of Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan stared at the broad back of the man in front of him, and jumped on it happily.

The weight of a big man suddenly fell down, even Yan Rong couldn't take it anymore, both of them almost passed over, but fortunately Yan Rong stabilized his body in time.

Wen Zheyan patted Yan Rong's shoulder and said, "Can you do it?"

Yan Rong "..."

Yan Rong didn't answer. Bearing Wen Zheyan's weight, he stood up slightly, stretched out his hand to support Wen Zheyan's thigh, and turned it upside down a little. Wen Zheyan was afraid of turning over like just now, so he hurriedly hugged Yan Rong neck.

Everything falls into place.

Seeing Yan Rong walking forward without changing his expression, Wen Zheyan asked in Yan Rong's ear, "Do you know how much I weigh?"

"Ok?"

"I'm one hundred and thirty four."

Although Wen Zheyan looked thinner, she was tall, so of course she was not light.Unexpectedly, Yan Rong, carrying Wen Zheyan with long arms and legs on his back, was not panting at all.

Yan Rong frowned, "I'm a little skinny, eat more in the future."

Wen Zheyan: "I want to be photogenic, and look thinner."

Yan Rong "It's not good to be too thin."

Wen Zheyan thought for a while, and reciprocated, and immediately said as a father, "Then you should eat more, your position should be very busy at work, it should be common for you to forget to eat when you are busy, right? After a long time, the stomach is broken."

Yan Rong raised his eyebrows, "Then eat together and supervise each other?"

"Okay." Wen Zheyan agreed, then thought of something, and said, "But now I have dinner at the film and television center, and you usually work at Xingchen, so you shouldn't be able to come?"

"I can go over to accompany you."

After a few words between the two, they arrived at the side of the car.

The driver was slightly taken aback when he saw Yan Rong walking over with Wen Zheyan on his back.

Before, Mr. Yan also said that he and Wen Zheyan had broken up. Now, looking at the closeness of the two, it is clear that they are still in love.

That's right, couples nowadays have a small quarrel every two days and a big quarrel every three days. How can they not quarrel?

When quarreling, it is normal to speak indiscriminately, and to say some excessive words. The most important thing is that the two have to talk and make up.

Relieved in his heart, he opened the door.

Yan Rong turned his back, bent down and put Wen Zheyan in.

Wen Zheyan looked at the environment inside the car, then turned around and moved inside.

Standing at the door, Yan Rong suddenly reached out.

Wen Zheyan "Oh...why did you hit me?"

"Not good." Yan Rong said.

Wen Zheyan: "I'm not good. Did you ever say that about your father?"

The driver standing aside waiting to close the door "..."

wait, dad?

What kind of fun is this?

However, the driver's job can be done now because he never talks much. After Mr. Yan entered, the driver closed the door, sat in the driver's seat, and drove silently to Yan Rong's villa.

Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong sat together.

Yan Rong was irritated by Wen Zheyan's "Dad" - when there were only two people before, Wen Zheyan didn't care what he said, and he didn't care, but at this time there was still a driver, Wen Zheyan Zheyan opened his mouth to speak, just to ask for a beating.

He didn't say anything to Wen Zheyan, and decided to keep Wen Zheyan cold.

——Now Yan Rong has confirmed that Wen Zheyan is really drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

Perhaps it was because no one spoke, Wen Zheyan slowly moved down a little, collapsed on the seat, closed his eyes, and fell asleep not long after.

……

the next morning.

Wen Zheyan woke up under the dry and warm blanket.

He stretched.

After a night without dreams, Wen Zheyan felt that he slept very well last night.

He sighed comfortably, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a few hanging baskets on the window sill not far away, the green color hanging down, almost reaching the ground, the sunlight came in from the outside, hitting the green leaves , as if gathering a layer of light.

wonderful.

But where is this?

Wen Zheyan sat up from the bed with a confused look on his face.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone.

...Very well, it's eleven o'clock.

Realizing that even if he flew to the film and television center, he would not be able to catch up with the recording of the show, Wen Zheyan calmed down instantly.

He looks around.

——The room he is in now is about [-] square meters, and the decoration is very simple.

Wen Zheyan's clothes were intact and had not been taken off. He rolled over and got out of bed, stepping on the soft milky white long-haired carpet.

No slippers.

Wen Zheyan looked at it, and simply stepped on the ground with bare feet. He opened the door and looked carefully.

His memory just stays at eating hot pot with Yan Rong and others last night. He ate and ate. Because he drank a few more glasses, he doesn't remember anything. Now here... If there is no accident, it should be Yan Rong's home .

Judging by the neat appearance of this room, it is probably a guest room.

And how did he get here without shoes...

Wen Zheyan didn't want to think about it.

He went downstairs from the stairs, just as an elderly man in a suit walked in from outside. When he saw Wen Zheyan, he smiled, "Mr. Wen Xiao, you're awake."

Seeing that Wen Zheyan was not wearing shoes, the man hurriedly bent down and handed the slippers at the entrance to Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan saw sharply that his shoes were also in the entrance.

He was a little embarrassed, "I'll do it, I'll do it myself."

The man gave Wen Zheyan enough space, and when he heard this, he put the slippers in front of Wen Zheyan, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen Xiao will drink the same tea as last time after a long time?"

Wen Zheyan "...ah, yes."

Wen Zheyan felt that the identity of the man in front of him should be the housekeeper, but he was not the original owner after all, and he didn't know the details of getting along with him at the beginning, so he felt guilty and didn't want to be alone with the housekeeper at all. He asked, "Where is Yan Rong? I have two other friend……"

The steward said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wen Xiao, because your two friends got up early, the driver has already sent them back to the film and television center. Mr. Yan is now in the company."

Wen Zheyan "..."

Wen Zheyan pointed to herself silently, with a question mark popping up.

Since everyone else is awake, why not call him?

There was a smile in the housekeeper's tone, "You were sleeping soundly at that time. Mr. Yan didn't wake you up at that time, so he asked you for leave."

Wen Zheyan "...Okay."

Wen Zheyan: "Then, then I won't stay here much, and I'll go back to the film and television center now."

Butler: "Okay, I'll tell Mr. Yan to arrange a driver for you."

Wen Zheyan "Excuse me."

"You're welcome."

Wen Zheyan took the lemon tea handed over by the butler, and sat on the sofa drinking it cautiously, while watching the butler call Yan Rong.

After a while, the phone hung up, and the housekeeper said, "Boss Yan said he would come to pick you up in person, and have dinner together by the way."

"Okay." Wen Zheyan agreed.

Anyway, it’s already eleven o’clock, even if we rush back now, the show should have been recorded, so why not just go to dinner, wait until noon and ask Yan Rong what he said, and then discuss with the program team to see if we can make up some more shots.

Almost half an hour later, it was time for dinner, Yan Rong parked the car at the door, and called Wen Zheyan out.

Wen Zheyan naturally opened the co-pilot's door and put on the seat belt, "Where shall we eat?"

Yan Rong raised his eyebrows.

He observed Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan's demeanor didn't look any different from before. He opened the car door, got in and fastened his seat belt all smoothly, and he didn't feel guilty when he saw him. It shouldn't be an act.

Wen Zheyan didn't wait for Yan Rong to reply, and he was not embarrassed, and continued, "You brought me back last night, right? Thank you. There are also two of my friends, sorry for the trouble, I didn't expect us to drink so much Bad, hahaha."

"You don't remember what happened last night?" Yan Rong asked.

Wen Zheyan "?"

Wen Zheyan's movements gradually slowed down, "...Did something happen last night?"

——Since Yan Rong asked that, something must have happened!

He thinks hard.

Yan Rong's expression was light, "You are crying and shouting to marry me."

Wen Zheyan "???"

start to doubt life jg