"I didn't say that, you did."
"Me?" Wen Yanzhi pointed at himself, and then sneered: "I used to think you were a cold-natured person who could choke people with your words, but I didn't realize that you were so good at confusing right and wrong."
Jing Rong remained calm and stared at him steadily. "Did you tell me at the beginning that you were only interested in me temporarily?"
"..." Wen Yanzhi was speechless. Facing Jing Rong's eyes, he had to nod, "Yes, that's what I said."
"Are you saying that once the novelty wears off, you'll lose interest in me and get back on track?"
"…" Someone was silent for a moment. Then he spoke again quietly: "I also said something like this."
Jing Rong gave him a look that said “that’s it” and was about to take his hand away.
Wen Yanzhi grabbed his hand and said in a cheeky way, "But am I still interested in you?"
"Let go!" Jing Rong didn't want to pay attention to him.
Wen Yanzhi let go, and Jing Rong really thought he would let him go, and was surprised for a moment. Then, he pushed the wheelchair back, but Wen Yanzhi got out of the car and took him down from the wheelchair.
Jingrong was startled.
"Wen Yanzhi, what are you doing!?" He lowered his voice, his anger surging.
Wen Yanzhi carried him from the wheelchair to the front of the car. As soon as Jingrong moved, Wen Yanzhi picked him up again. Jingrong glared at him, "Don't do anything stupid!"
"If you move again, I'll really do something stupid!" Wen Yanzhi threatened him, his tall figure standing between his legs, "If you keep moving like this, aren't you forcing me to do something stupid to you?"
Jing Rong felt that this man was particularly scoundrel. The key point was that he had no way to deal with him.
He didn't move again, but only reminded him, "My brother-in-law is upstairs. If you don't want him to know something, don't mess with me."
Wen Yanzhi sneered, resting one hand on the front of the low sports car, pinching his chin with the other hand, and lifted up the boy's clean face, "Do you know what your brother-in-law does? He has mastered the art of thick black. The last time we flirted in front of him, did you think he knew nothing?"
Jing Rong held his hand, "Who flirted with you? Oh, yes, someone did flirt with you."
"who?"
"That Miss Bu Yu."
Wen Yanzhi was not angry at all, instead he chuckled, "Jingrong, it turns out you pay a lot of attention to her."
"I picked her, and she just happens to be my type. Is it weird that I'm paying attention to her?"
"..." Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched, and his expression suddenly turned cold. "Do I have to beat you up before you tell me the truth?"
"Why don't you try it?"
Wen Yanzhi rolled up his shirt sleeves, looking like he really wanted to beat him up. But the next moment, he stared at him for a long while and said, "I think it's better to make you submit than to beat you up."
"..." Jing Rong glared at him, "How dare you."
"What am I afraid of?" Wen Yanzhi chuckled, and that smile was full of endless temptation. The hot palm even reached into Jingrong's pajamas from behind and branded his lower back.
Jing Rong was young and had no experience in love affairs, so he was very sensitive when Wen Yan touched him.
His face turned red.
She almost moaned, but he bit his lips tightly and held it back. He just frowned and looked at Wen Yanzhi, "Don't touch me!"
"But you enjoy it..." Wen Yanzhi licked his earlobe.
"Enjoy your ass!" Jing Rong cursed angrily. This guy, don't you think he really wants to...
He was indeed a person who had no sense of propriety in his daily actions, otherwise he would not have come to provoke me. Therefore, it was not surprising that he really wanted to do something here.
"Shh." Wen Yanzhi stopped messing around with his big palm and just put his lips against Jingrong's earlobe. "I don't want to listen to your hypocritical words that make me angry. So, listen to me."
His voice was hoarse.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, the voice became even sexier.
Jingrong felt soft in the heart and his expression became much more relaxed.
"you say."
"I miss you so much." Wen Yanzhi uttered these four words in a low voice, which sounded more like touching love words.
A hint of warmth flashed across Jingrong's eyes.
"What about you?" Wen Yanzhi hugged him and asked in a low voice. But before Jingrong could say anything, Wen Yanzhi took over the conversation himself, with a tone of depression, loss, and sadness, "Forget it, don't answer. If I ask you, you can't say anything nice."
Jing Rong curled his lips and looked at him, "Then do you want to hear me say that I am not hypocritical?"
Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy's faint smile, a little absent-minded. That smile was pure, like the cherry blossoms in March, which made people unable to extricate themselves. Wen Yanzhi thought that he had really fallen into his hands.
"Don't want to listen?" Jing Rong didn't wait for his answer and said, "If you don't want to listen, forget it."
"Listen! No matter it sounds good or bad, as long as it is what's in your heart, I'm willing to listen." Wen Yanzhi looked at him sincerely, with deep emotions in his eyes that could not be concealed.
Jingrong's heart was even more disturbed.
He opened his lips and was about to say something, but at this moment, the door of the Vice President's Palace was suddenly opened from the inside.
"You two, it's cold outside. Come in and talk if you have anything to say." Vice President Yu, wearing pajamas, leaned against the door and looked at the two of them.
The corner of Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched, "We are not cold. If you feel cold, come in quickly!"
This guy, why didn't he come earlier or later, but showed up at this time! Was he doing this on purpose?!
"You are not cold. But, didn't you ask Jingrong if he was cold?"
Jing Rong was not as calm as Wen Yanzhi. He just pulled Wen Yanzhi's hand out of his pajamas and looked at him. "Let me in. I'm wearing pajamas and it's a bit cold."
Wen Yanzhi was extremely unwilling to accept this. However, Yu Zeyao had already come out of the house.
Considering Jingrong's mood, no matter how unwilling he was, Wen Yanzhi had to let him go temporarily. He pushed the wheelchair over and let Jingrong sit on it.
Jing Rong remembered something and asked, "Do you want to go in and wait?"
"Waiting for what?"
Jing Rong rolled his eyes at him, "Driver."
"Oh! That's right! Of course I'll go in!" Wen Yanzhi's depressed mood improved a little.
He pushed Wen Yanzhi past Yu Zeyao and gave him a glare that asked for a beating. "Is it okay for me to borrow your living room to sit for a while? I've been drinking, so I'll wait for the driver to pick me up."
"It's up to you." Yu Zeyao only replied with two words.
Wen Yanzhi was still too young. He thought he could spend more time with Jingrong by sitting in the hall, but as soon as Yu Zeyao came in, he acted like a parent: "Jingrong, you have classes tomorrow, go upstairs and sleep."
Wen Yanzhi couldn't subdue this young man, but in front of Yu Zeyao, Jing Rong was just a good boy. He just nodded, said nothing, and ignored Wen Yanzhi's regretful look, and pushed the wheelchair up.
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Second update, today's update is complete! There is a saying that goes "everything has its own downfall", which is especially true for the three of them. Wen GG lives at the bottom of the food chain. Haha.