Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Wen Zheyan recalled Wen Haihai's behavior just now, and couldn't help being speechless.

He is such an old man, yet he still needs to be inspected... Especially after he just said that his parents are not that kind of people.

Like an ostrich, Wen Zheyan covered her head with a quilt and said in a muffled voice, "My dad...is not like this usually."

Yan Rong laughed lowly: "Yes. I understand."

After a while, Yan Rong asked: "I told you not to go online recently, are you obedient?"

"Listen." Wen Zheyan said, "In fact, I don't go on Weibo very often. I like to watch silly videos when I have nothing to do, and I don't read the comments. Brother Yi helped me post a message on Weibo." New Year’s Weibo, even if it’s closed, I didn’t go up.”

"Ah."

Yan Rong asked again, "Does it still hurt?"

Wen Zheyan: "?"

What hurts?

Where does it hurt?

Wen Zheyan's thoughts were still on the topic of 'Weibo', when she suddenly heard Yan Rong's words, she was confused for a moment, and then remembered the embarrassing thing about sitting on the ground.

Wen Zheyan: "...Don't mention it."

It was really painful at first, but as long as the tailbone is not pressed, it will be fine.

Wen Zheyan rubbed it subconsciously, feeling a little sore, he was about to press it, when he heard a sound from the side, Wen Zheyan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look.

—— Yan Rong stood up from the bed.

He was wearing Wen Zheyan's pajamas, because it was a little too small, and it would be a little tight if he put it on, so Yan Rong simply unbuttoned it. When he got up at this moment, Wen Zheyan saw that Yan Rong was neatly arranged, Slightly raised abs.

Grass.

How did you get this figure?

It stands to reason that Yan Rong is so busy, he shouldn't have time to go to the gym!

Yan Rong sat beside Wen Zheyan's bed.

Wen Zheyan was taken aback: "What are you doing? Didn't you just agree not to sleep together?"

Although he muttered so much, Wen Zheyan moved aside and said, "You put the quilt up under you, so I won't sleep with you in the same quilt." It was obviously a refusal, but it sounded like The cat is acting like a baby.

Yan Rong chuckled again.

Wen Zheyan secretly looked at Yan Rong.

He thought to himself, what is Yan Rong laughing at?

But his face value is a bit too high...

Good figure too...

Sure enough, he is an important character in the novel, so good-looking, it makes people commit crimes!

Yan Rong stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Zheyan back: "Lie down."

Wen Zheyan was baffled, and wanted to see what Yan Rong was going to do, so he lay down obediently and turned his head to look at Yan Rong.

Yan Rong pulled the quilt over and covered Wen Zheyan upright. Then, through a layer of quilt, he pressed Wen Zheyan's tailbone with one hand.

"hiss--"

Wen Zheyan gasped.

When people touch themselves, they will have an obvious perception, and then they will know how much force to use is the most appropriate.

But it's completely different when someone else touches it.

When Wen Zheyan rubbed his tailbone before, he thought it was tolerable, but now Yan Rong pressed it casually, and Wen Zheyan instantly broke out in pain. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but Yan Rong held him down.

Yan Rong said in a hoarse voice, "Let me be gentle. Don't move."

Wen Zheyan inexplicably sensed the danger in the air.

He didn't move.

Yan Rong's hand pressed against the bone through the thick quilt. In fact, a lot of force had been removed, but Wen Zheyan still felt pain. He realized belatedly that it was not because of Yan Rong. The pressure was heavy, but because he was too nervous, his subconscious muscles tensed.

Wen Zheyan gradually relaxed when he realized that Yan Rong didn't do anything else and just wanted to give him a massage.

The tailbone is actually a bit embarrassing to say the least.

Especially Yan Rong was still separated by a layer of quilt, so it was easy to find a place.

Wen Zheyan was very uncomfortable.

He was worried, afraid that Yan Rong would encounter something he shouldn't.

He couldn't help but whispered: "Actually, it's not very serious. It's just a prick. It should be fine after a night of sleep. You don't have to push me like that..."

"Ah."

Yan Rong agreed, but his hands were still moving, and he showed no sign of getting up and leaving.

Wen Zheyan had no choice but to let him go.

After a while, Wen Zheyan felt drowsy and could barely open his eyes, Yan Rong said, "Baby, go to sleep."

His voice was very soft, as if he was curled up with a sleepy bug, he burrowed into Wen Zheyan's mind along his ears.

Wen Zheyan let out a 'huh' and closed his eyes.

A night without dreams.

The next day, Wen Zheyan woke up at nine o'clock in the morning.

In a daze, Wen Zheyan saw Yan Rong bending over to make the bed: "Good morning, happy new year..."

Wen Zheyan took out a red envelope from under the pillow and handed it to Yan Rong: "This is today's lucky money!"

Yan Rong was taken aback.

"Did I wake you up?" He reached out to take the red envelope.

"No, I woke up by myself." Wen Zheyan stretched on the bed, feeling that his tailbone did not hurt anymore, he turned over quickly, got up from the bed, and said proudly, "Look, I'll just say something It doesn't hurt at night."

Yan Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at Wen Zheyan's legs without pajama pants.

Sensing Yan Rong's gaze, Wen Zheyan couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

He even wanted to go back to the bed and cover himself tightly, but the meaning of this action was too obvious...

Yan Rong stretched out his hand.

Holding Wen Zheyan's face in his hands, he leaned over and kissed Wen Zheyan.

Just a little bit of water.

a bit.

again.

Wen Zheyan reached out and pushed Yan Rong away: "I... I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

Yan Rong: "I didn't go in again."

Wen Zheyan: "...don't care!"

Wen Zheyan raised his voice and hurried into the bathroom.

In the room, Yan Rong looked down at the crumpled quilt that Wen Zheyan tossed and the pajama pants that were kicked away, and chuckled lightly.He tidied up the quilt on the floor, and helped Wen Zheyan get out of bed. The two changed their clothes and went downstairs together.

Zou Ying and Wen Dahai were standing at the top of the stairs, about to come this way, when they saw them approaching, they looked at each other and paused.

Wen Zheyan yelled: "Mom and Dad! Happy New Year! I want a red envelope—"

Yan Rong also said, "Happy New Year."

Zou Ying smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to get up at this time." She said, together with Wen Dahai, she took out two red envelopes from her pocket and handed them to Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong respectively: "This is New Year's money."

Yan Rong was a little dazed, looking at the red envelope without moving.

Wen Zheyan would give him a red envelope, he could understand that it was the first time a red envelope from an elder...

Wen Zheyan accepted his share, and bumped into Yan Rong: "Accept it quickly."

Only then did Yan Rong regain his senses, took it with both hands, and said, "Thank you, uncle and aunt."

When going downstairs, Zou Ying and Wen Zheyan leaned back. She pulled Wen Zheyan and glanced at Yan Rong: "What's going on?"

Zou Ying is so smart, she could see some clues from such a small reaction, but she thought about it, and said, "Isn't it popular for rich families to give out red envelopes during the Chinese New Year?"

"No." Wen Zheyan couldn't laugh or cry, took out the phone and shook it for Zou Ying.

Zou Ying understood.

Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong had already developed good biological clocks. Like Zou Yingwen and Dahai, they both got up very early, and the four of them had already had breakfast.

Wen Zheyan ate with Yan Rong.

While eating, he crackled a message to Zou Ying who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, telling Yan Rong's general situation.

Zou Ying frowned slightly, and shared with Wen Dahai.

The two of them didn't know about these things before, but now they heard what happened to Yan Rong, and they felt a little pity for Yan Rong.

"No wonder this kid is from the local area. He came back from abroad but didn't go home. Instead, he came to see Yanyan and stayed with us..." Zou Ying sighed, "What a good boy, how come there are such a pair of parents and younger brother?" Woolen cloth."

"Everyone has his own destiny." Wen Dahai said, "So he met our Yanyan."

Zou Ying: "...You are right."

Zou Ying turned her head and glanced at the dining table.

After Wen Zheyan finished typing, she put down her phone and started snoring and drinking porridge.

He drank a few sips, raised his head to talk to Yan Rong, his eyes were bent when he spoke, and he knew that he was in a good mood.

Seeming to see that Yan Rong ate less, Wen Zheyan even used his chopsticks to pick up his favorite steamed buns for Yan Rong. Although I don't know what Yan Rong's expression is now, at least Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong are together, it is true. be happy.

Zou Ying looked at it for a while, looked away, followed the above words, and said, "There is nothing wrong with it."

Wen Dahai smiled.

Ever since he saw Yan Rong lying on the ground yesterday, Wen Dahai's affection for him has been rising, and now he is helping Yan Rong to speak: "I think he is a good, polite, and capable person. He is still a president, and he will definitely not It will make Yanyan have a hard time."

"That's for sure. Even if the ability is not good, don't we still have us? Otherwise, what are we doing so hard?"

Wen Dahai said: "Look carefully."

Zou Ying was taken aback.

Wen Dahai said: "Today you can observe, if you have nothing to do, look at that child, and see if he is looking at our face when you look at him."

Zou Ying doubted: "Okay."

After Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong had finished their breakfast, there was still an hour before the departure time.

Zou Ying and Wen Dahai went upstairs to change their clothes, but when the adults were not there, Cai Xuanpeng, who was already ready to move, shouted, "Zheyan, come out to play! It's a snowball fight!"

There is a small yard at the entrance of Wen's villa, which is suitable for snowball fights.

Wen Zheyan: "I'll come!"

He cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and asked Yan Rong, "Are you coming?"

Yan Rong hesitated.

Such an out-of-the-ordinary activity seems not suitable for him.

However, Wen Zheyan had assumed Yan Rong's acquiescence, and dragged Yan Rong out involuntarily.

He took out a scarf from the coat rack at the door and wrapped it around himself and Yan Rong.

People say that once bitten by a snake for ten years, Wen Zheyan was afraid of well ropes. As soon as Wen Zheyan walked to the door, he couldn't help becoming nervous. He subconsciously went to Yan Rong beside him. Holding Yan Rong's arm tightly, he raised his eyes and looked at Yan Rong innocently.

Wen Zheyan urged: "Why don't you leave? Don't stand here."

Yan Rong laughed, and walked forward with Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan followed Yan Rong step by step.

The thick snow on the steps printed two rows of neat footprints very close together.

Once underneath, it is no longer a floor tile and will never slip again.

Wen Zheyan relaxed.

Cai Xuanpeng, who had already made several snowballs, saw the two of them, and together with Kang Rong, threw them at Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan: "Fuck! How dare you sneak attack!"

With his back to Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong, he bent down to throw a snowball, and turned to fight back.

Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong were not very accurate in their hits, and Yan Rong who was standing next to Wen Zheyan was also hit, but it was probably because they met more often, and the two were not very afraid of Yan Rong. Seeing that Yan Rong didn't seem angry, they went Simply treat people as enemies and attack them.

Wen Zheyan stuffed a snowball into Yan Rong's hand: "Yan Rong! Why are you standing still! Smash them to death for me! Press them into the snow! If you can't hit them correctly, give me a snowball, I'll hit them! Quick!"

Yan Rong: "..."

Listening to the laughter beside him, Yan Rong bent down to give Wen Zheyan snowballs, thinking to himself, this is really the best year he has ever had.