Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

There was some gloom between Yan Feng's brows.

He stared at Wen Zheyan, and said with disdain: "What do you know?"

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Wen Zheyan leaned on the car seat and nodded.

good good.

I really don't know anything.

Wen Zheyan guessed that Yan Feng should be on the tip of his horns now, and felt that others owed him. Even if he tried to reason with Yan Feng, Yan Feng probably wouldn't be able to turn the corner, let alone think that he was responsible, so he didn't Tell Yan Feng what to say again.

He is not good at playing the piano to a cow.

But he didn't want to, his attitude made Yan Feng feel angry.

In fact, Yan Feng didn't intend to talk so much to Wen Zheyan, but he was not happy.He looked at the two people who were sitting comfortably in the car, both showing indifferent expressions, and then looked at himself standing outside, shivering from the cold, and felt a little unbalanced in his heart.

Why.

Why does he have to follow Yan Rong all the time?

Why Yan Rong can always have what he can't get!

He must grab it!

Yan Feng lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Because of the cold, his lips were a little purple from the cold. At this moment, his body was trembling slightly, and he felt a puff of air rushing to his brain. He said regardless: "Wen Zheyan, don't act like a kind person here. You know What? You are an only child, and you grew up under the care of your parents. How could you know what it's like to have a brother? How could you know that you have a brother who is too good, and you chase after him desperately, but you don't know what it's like? What does it feel like not to be able to catch up!"

Yan Feng's voice became louder and louder.

There was hatred in his eyes: "Yes, in your opinion, I am the least qualified to say these things when I have the love of my parents, but is the love of my parents something I can control? They are willing Doting on me is not what I like! If I can, I will definitely choose to exchange everything with Yan Rong! I want to have a strong body, a company status, and the right to speak, rather than what I have now Useless things!"

Yan Rong remained silent.

Wen Zheyan was in a bad mood.

... At this moment, Yan Feng felt that what he owned was useless?

So many years before that, why didn't he want to give Yan Rong a little?

Even if it is a little bit, Yan Rong will not have this personality now...

Wen Zheyan was also a little angry. He frowned and said, "What kind of rascal are you speaking... Do you think that everything you own is useless? What you have is something that others cannot envy. What about Yan Rong? Yan Rong really has nothing. He is just managing the company. Didn’t you say it before, does Yan Rong have no shares? He is working for nothing.”

"That's different!"

Yan Feng said loudly, "Yan Rong has no shares, but what he has learned now is the ability to make money, and I only have my parents!"

Wen Zheyan was taken aback for a moment.

this fucking...

If it weren't for Yan Rong who was sitting in the driver's seat between him and Yan Feng, Wen Zheyan would have rolled up his sleeves and had a fight with Yan Feng.

It was the first time Yan Feng spoke his mind.

And this kind of complaint, once started, can't be stopped.

He sneered and said, "Do you think my parents really love me again? Mom may mean it, but Dad doesn't. Every time Mom says she wants to give me the shares, Dad hesitates. I know, because Dad thinks I am not capable enough, when the company is handed over to me, it is likely to collapse like this..."

Yan Feng stared at Yan Rong: "He still thinks about you, so it's not that you are not favored. We are equal in terms of parental favor!"

The corner of Wen Zheyan's mouth twitched.

Wen Zheyan could no longer listen to this kind of speech.

He reached out and patted Yan Rong: "Let's go. Go home."

Yan Rong: "OK."

He didn't look at Yan Feng again, and went straight to the car window.

Yan Feng was only halfway through talking, and he hadn't conveyed all his thoughts and feelings of jealousy to Yan Rong. At this moment, he found that Yan Rong was going to leave. Of course he was not angry, and he slammed on the window vigorously, but Yan Rong didn't respond. .

Yan Rong turned the steering wheel, turned around for the first time, and directly hit the front of Yan Feng's car.

But it was probably because Wen Zheyan was sitting in front, so the impact wasn't hard.

Wen Zheyan was wearing a seat belt, so it wasn't a big problem.

The second time, Yan Rong passed Yan Feng's car.

The bumper of Yan Feng's car was damaged by the impact, and he was shaking and yelling in the back, but Yan Rong would not stop again.

After walking for a while, Wen Zheyan said with some distress: "I remember your car is more than 400 million, right? Maintenance costs a lot of money."

Yan Rong laughed lowly: "It's okay, I have money."

Wen Zheyan also couldn't help laughing: "It's not like spending money like that. But you were so happy just now! I was so excited at the time."

Yan Rong chuckled: "I forgot to tell you in advance this time, and I will correct it next time."

That is to say, there will be a next time!

So just!

I like!

Wen Zheyan agreed straight away: "Okay!"

Next, Wen Zheyan didn't mention Yan Feng's matter all the way, and waited until the door of Wen's small villa, and waited for the car to stop before touching Yan Rong's hand: "By the way, don't be fooled by Yan Feng." The brainwashing kit ran away, and you will still be miserable! Really!"

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong laughed softly.

He faced Wen Zheyan, leaned against the car window, put his arm on the side of the car window, raised one hand, and covered his face.

The slender fingers covered most of the cheeks, but Wen Zheyan could still see the smile on the corner of Yan Rong's mouth.

Yan Rong said: "I haven't been brainwashed, I just think... I'm pretty stupid too. I used to confine myself to the circle, and my eyes and vision didn't grow because I joined the company, so I couldn't see my own self clearly. The enemy is so... not worth mentioning."

Wen Zheyan blinked.

In fact, Yan Feng in the novel does not have a high IQ.

The only IQ he had was basically used to fight Yan Rong.

He hasn't made any achievements in his career, but for novels, as long as he has the title of "the most favored young son of the Yan family" and countless family properties, he can appear in front of the protagonist Shou from time to time to give a sense of existence, and the hero saves the beauty. Ha, that's enough.

Later, Yan Feng was assisted by the intelligent Yan Xingzhou. Although his career was not a big hit, it was quite satisfactory and passed smoothly.

People like Yan Rong who meet their lover less than a hundred times a year due to busy work are not qualified to be attacked!

Wen Zheyan comforted: "You don't have to belittle yourself like this. Because this is something you have always cared about since you were a child, so you need time to get out of it."

"Yes." Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, "But I don't care now."

He looked at Wen Zheyan.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes.

When there was no Wen Zheyan, Yan Rong's world was only family and company.

Family is a place that he will never be able to integrate into, while the company only has eternal interests - as long as the capital is sufficient, no matter how much you hate, you can greet people with a smile, and no matter how much you love, you can turn against each other.

Even the people he occasionally met who posted over looked into his eyes as if they were looking at a pile of money.

A cold place will make Yan Rong feel cold.

It wasn't until he met Wen Zheyan that Yan Rong realized that the original emotion was not warmth, but burning heat.

His thoughts are also gradually changing. Although there are some episodes between the two of them, Wen Zheyan has always been by his side no matter what. The distorted thoughts that occasionally arise in his mind gradually disappear, and only good company is left. people around me.

After slowly shifting his attention to Wen Zheyan, family, the thing that hurt him the most, took up less and less place in Yan Rong's heart.

He doesn't care anymore.

So after hearing what Yan Feng said, Yan Rong felt very ridiculous.

He couldn't even get angry.

Because the status of the two parties is no longer equal.

Now, Yan Feng is the one trapped in it.

And he's gone.

——It was Wen Zheyan who dragged him out of that quagmire.

From now on, he will no longer be controlled by his family, and his life will belong to himself again...and Wen Zheyan.

"Yan Yan." Yan Rong called out in a low voice.

Wen Zheyan: "Huh?"

Yan Rong: "I want to kiss you again, what should I do?"

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Grass.

Wen Zheyan rubbed his face.

He couldn't bear Yan Rong's appearance, and unexpectedly his cheeks became warm again, and he whispered, "If you want to kiss, you can kiss, why don't you ask me..."

After half an hour.

Wen Zheyan's cell phone rang, and he took time out of his busy schedule to take a look, and immediately he was in a bad mood.

The message was from Zou Ying.

Zou Ying: "It's almost done. It's freezing outside, so we can make out again when we get home. Your dad and I are not that old-fashioned."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

"what--"

Wen Zheyan roared like a dragon, and he no longer had the heart to continue kissing Yan Rong.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, got out of the car angrily, took Yan Rong's hand and walked into the house: "If you want to kiss me again next time, let's not drive the car back, stop by the roadside and kiss, finish kissing Come back. My mom really—”

Yan Rong smiled: "Okay."

Wen Zheyan muttered: "My dad is not old-fashioned... Didn't he come to the room specially to see if we slept together?"

Of course, it is impossible to sleep together.

Although Wen Zheyan is willing, Yan Rong will deliberately keep a certain distance, which is the minimum respect.

the next morning.

Wen Zheyan woke up early, and finally encountered a situation where Yan Rong hadn't woken up yet.

He slept well last night, and he is in good spirits today, lying on the edge of the bed, stepping on Yan Rong's stomach with his feet stepping out of the bed little by little, curling up his toes, grabbing Yan Rong's pajamas and lifting them up .

Wen Zheyan: "Let me stretch your abs."

With a helpless expression on his face, Yan Rong stretched out his hand to hold Wen Zheyan's ankle.

"Don't make trouble."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

Wen Zheyan paused, and reached out to grab the quilt.

At this moment, Yan Rong's cell phone rang suddenly.

Wen Zheyan's position happened to be able to see Yan Rong's mobile phone screen, and he could see the word Tan Xiang on it at a glance.

Is it Yan Rong's mother?

Wen Zheyan frowned involuntarily.

Calling at this time, shouldn't you be preaching to Yan Rong?

Yan Rong sat up, with a calm expression, watching the phone ringing again and again, and was about to answer it when Wen Zheyan, who got out of bed, snatched the phone.

Wen Zheyan: "I'll do it."

He sat cross-legged beside Yan Rong, with his back against the edge of the bed, and waited for the bell to ring twice before pressing the connection button.

There was no sound at the other end, probably because he didn't react, so Wen Zheyan took advantage of his unpreparedness and quickly said: "Auntie, Yan Rong is taking a bath, if you have anything to do, call later, he was by my side last night` I've been busy all night, I'm very tired now, I'm going to sleep later."