Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Yan Rong's work was really backlogged.

Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong had dinner together. Yan Rong was working in the office, and Wen Zheyan was listening to some basic courses with headphones on. The two did not disturb each other until 09:30 in the evening. finish work.

Wen Zheyan yawned.

He rested his chin in one hand and turned to look at Yan Rong.

The light in the office was like daylight, shining on Yan Rong's face.

Yan Rong's eyes were deep, and his long eyelashes were distinct. He stared at the document in his hand, his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was tired, and he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose from time to time.

His face was well-shaped, with a well-defined mandible.Occasionally, he holds a pen in his big hand to sign, leans forward, and moves smoothly.

People say that men who work hard are the most handsome.

Honestly don't deceive me.

Wen Zheyan stared at Yan Rong, Yan Rong seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

Yan Rong said: "It will be fine soon."

"It's okay, I didn't rush you." Wen Zheyan smiled and lowered his head to watch the video again.

The office returned to silence.

There was only the rustling of the pen on the paper, and Wen Zheyan's soft humming that he couldn't help occasionally.Time seems to have returned to the time when the two were just together.

Yan Rong felt something in his heart and wanted to kiss Wen Zheyan.

He always did whatever he thought of, so when he had this thought, he immediately got up and walked towards Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan was wearing earphones, so he didn't hear Yan Rong's light footsteps on the carpet at all. By the time he realized it, Yan Rong had already walked up to him.

He froze for a moment, then looked up at Yan Rong.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Rong bent down, held Wen Zheyan's cheek in one hand, pressed the other on the sofa, lowered his head, and, not refusing to refuse, branded a kiss on Wen Zheyan's lips.

The kiss was shallow.

Lips to lips, the soft touch made Yan Rong narrow his eyes slightly.

Before he could do anything else, the person in front of him seemed to have suddenly reacted, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Yan Rong away.

Wen Zheyan: "You!"

Wen Zheyan's face turned red, and he was speechless for a long while.

gosh-

Grass.

He was kissed by Yan Rong forcibly!

he--

The two of them!

Wen Zheyan's heartbeat was in a mess, and he said incoherently: "You... What are you doing? Why don't you say hello... No, you can't kiss after saying hello! How could you suddenly force...kiss me! "

Yan Rong: "My work has been dealt with, let's go."

Wen Zheyan: "?"

This... is this changing the subject?

Wen Zheyan was a little shocked, he didn't expect Yan Rong to be so shameless, even if he kissed him secretly, he didn't dare to face it!He also wanted to argue with Yan Rong about his behavior just now, but Yan Rong had already walked forward.

"Hey..." Wen Zheyan was born.

Yan Rong walked to the door, turned his head, and saw Wen Zheyan still standing there: "Aren't you going?"

Wen Zheyan froze for a moment, subconsciously followed.

"You...you just..."

Wen Zheyan opened his head.

Yan Rong tilted his head to look at Wen Zheyan: "Huh?"

Yan Rong's attitude is too frank.

Wen Zheyan held back for a long time, and was a little embarrassed to ask Yan Rong about kissing him just now.

But why did Yan Rong do this?

...Because he felt that the two of them were still lovers?

Wen Zheyan recalled his recent behavior and fell into deep thought.

indeed.

When he looked at Yan Rong, it was like looking at his son, because in the book, Yan Rong is Wen Zheyan's favorite character, and Yan Rong is also the person Wen Zheyan is most familiar with. After coming to this world, Apart from his parents, Wen Zheyan only knew Yan Rong, so he had a special affection for Yan Rong, and instinctively wanted to get close to Yan Rong.

But Wen Zheyan didn't regard Yan Rong as a lover at all.

He made this series of behaviors entirely out of fatherly love.

Thinking about it now, this paternal love is entirely his unilateral act. Yan Rong doesn't know anything. In his eyes, the two are indeed still in love.

Wen Zheyan panicked.

No.

There was a discrepancy in the cognition of the two people.

He had to make Yan Rong realize that Wen Zheyan was his father, not his lover!

But this is more difficult to do...

If he didn't do well, Wen Zheyan felt that he might be beaten to death by Yan Rong.

Wen Zheyan thought for a while, took out her cell phone, and planned to send a text message to Yan Rong first, to find out what Yan Rong said.

Wen Zheyan: "How could you take the opportunity to do this to me! Your father is angry.jpg"

The melodious singing sounded.

Wen Zheyan: "Change your text message ringtone for me! This is an order! Your dad is pointing.jpg"

The singing sounded again.

Wen Zheyan looked at Yan Rong.

Yan Rong: "Is there anything you can't say in person?"

Wen Zheyan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Yan Rong: "Shy?"

Wen Zheyan: "..." Harm, harm your uncle.

Wen Zheyan was getting angry, and her tone was naturally bad: "Look at your phone!"

Yan Rong gave a low laugh, reached out and rubbed Wen Zheyan's soft hair, and said, "Don't be angry, I won't kiss you suddenly next time. But the ringtone of the phone can't be changed, unless you record something else for me."

Wen Zheyan: "?"

Yan Rong didn't look at his phone at all, how could he know what he was talking about?

Wen Zheyan showed confusion.

Yan Rong: "Forgot? You used to..."

He paused, seemed to remember what had happened before, and let out a chuckle again.

before?

Wen Zheyan coughed guiltily: "I have forgotten all about the past."

"Don't you have a diary?"

Wen Zheyan: "...It's impossible to write everything in the diary." The diaries he added later only had a few sentences, and they were all nonsense...

"That's true." Yan Rong nodded, "But it doesn't matter, even if you forget everything, it doesn't matter, as long as I remember it."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

In a word, Wen Zheyan felt a little uncomfortable when he said it.

He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a headache.

"What should you call me?" Yan Rong's voice suddenly sounded.

"Uh, baby?"

A while after this conversation ended, Wen Zheyan's voice suddenly sounded: "Wait, what was that sound just now? Recording!? You actually recorded our previous conversation and set it as a ringtone?"

Yan Rong let out a pleasant laugh: "I'll answer the phone first."

Wen Zheyan yelled, "No! I won't allow it! Change it back!"

"No change. Unless you record something else for me."

"... Yan Rong, you have to show some face. If you do this, won't people be able to hear the ringtone when they call you?"

"Well, you are my lover, there is no problem."

"It's a big problem, quickly change—"

"No. Let me answer the phone first."

"If you don't change it, don't pick it up!"

The conversation between the couple rang in my ears, and Wen Zheyan felt the sweetness and happiness from it effortlessly.

...Suddenly there is a lemon.

"Zheyan?" Yan Rong's voice came.

Wen Zheyan came back to her senses, and when she looked up, Yan Rong frowned slightly: "Did you just have a headache?"

"Ah, it's a little bit, but it's better now..." Wen Zheyan said, walking over quickly.

Because of this episode, everything that happened before was forgotten by the two of them.

It was too late at this time, and it was not convenient for Wen Zheyan to go back to the film and television center, so he followed Yan Rong to his last residence again, and found the room where he lived last time.

Wen Zheyan blinked, turned her head and said to Yan Rong, "Good night."

"Good night." Yan Rong nodded slightly, "I have prepared a set of toiletries for you, as well as clothes. They are all in the closet. Take a look."

"it is good."

After Wen Zheyan washed, he opened the closet to look, picked out a set of soft pajamas inside, changed into it and threw himself into the soft bed.

He recalled the image that appeared in his mind before.

The more he gets along with Yan Rong, the more images appear in his mind.

These must be the memories of the original owner.

But when his memory merged, what did he want to tell Wen Zheyan?

Wen Zheyan rolled around on the bed, and in the end she was too tired, so she lay on her back and fell asleep.

the next day.

Wen Zheyan got up early.

The housekeeper downstairs saw him and showed a kind smile: "Mr. Wen Xiao, breakfast is ready, please take it easy."

"Is Yan Rong up?" Wen Zheyan asked.

"Sir is up and running in the morning."

"Okay, thank you."

Wen Zheyan went to the restaurant, pulled out the chair and sat down. His eating movements looked elegant, but in fact, he was very fast. Elegance was developed recently, and fast speed is a habit.

Yan Rong didn't return until Wen Zheyan had eaten and drank enough.

"I'll see you off later." Yan Rong said.

Wen Zheyan looked at him covered in sweat: "I'll just go back by myself, you still have to take a shower and have breakfast, there's not enough time."

Yan Rong frowned, but he didn't insist, and called the driver to take Wen Zheyan back.

As soon as Wen Zheyan arrived at the film and television center, he saw Qiu Shao, whom he had just met yesterday, standing at the entrance of the building with a look of hopelessness.

At this moment, he finally saw Wen Zheyan, and he was relieved.

Regardless of the eyes of the people around him, Qiu Shao stepped forward and said loudly, "I'm sorry—"

Wen Zheyan was a little startled, and was taken aback for a moment before remembering the bet he made yesterday.

Qiu Shao seemed a little embarrassed, but hoped to concede the bet.

He remembered what happened yesterday, and said again: "Thank you. If you hadn't reminded me at that time, I might have been entangled in that matter and forgot to clarify it in front of everyone."

If that was the case, it would be in Yan Xingzhou's way - the students in the classroom would all think that Qiu Shao went to find Wen Zheyan on his own initiative, and even felt that Qiu Shao might have framed Yan Xingzhou on purpose.

Only when you really get in touch with Yan Xingzhou and know how Yan Xingzhou talks on weekdays can you know how innocent Qiu Shao is.

He clarified on the spot so as not to be misunderstood.

Wen Zheyan: "It's okay, after all, Yan Xingzhou's status is quite special."

Yan Xingzhou is the protagonist.

Although the protagonist Xinzi in the novel has changed, his identity is still there. It is normal for people around him to subconsciously trust him more.

Wen Zheyan patted Qiu Shao's shoulder: "Okay, it's over, as long as you don't come to trouble me in the future, everything is easy to talk about, go back and practice singing."

Qiu Shao smiled: "Okay."

The two entered the building and parted ways.

As soon as Wen Zheyan entered the classroom, he saw an extra person in the classroom.

Wen Zheyan: "Yo, it seems that I'm quite busy today."

Yan Xingzhou hesitated for a moment, but he still walked over with a firm expression. He stood in front of Wen Zheyan, not to talk about what happened yesterday, but to say: "Yan Feng asked me to come to you."

Wen Zheyan raised his eyebrows.

Yan Xingzhou clasped his hands tightly: "He said... Yan's parents agree that you are together."

Wen Zheyan: "???"

"Agree with whom?"

"You and Yan Feng."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Yan Feng is crazy.

Wen Zheyan was a little baffled, feeling that the minds of the two male protagonists in this novel world were a little unclear: "I didn't agree to be with Yan Feng, you go back and tell him to let him take medicine early , don’t come out and harm people.”