Jing Rong's expression changed and he frowned, "You are injured too?"
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Wen Yanzhi said with a playful smile, "It won't affect our love and affection."
Jing Rong had a serious face and reached out to unbutton Wen Yanzhi's shirt. Wen Yanzhi held his hand and stared at him with burning eyes, "Jing Rong, you don't have to take off your clothes, just take off your pants."
Jing Rong pushed his hand away and continued to take off his shirt. Wen Yanzhi knew that he couldn't hide it from him, so he finally let him do it.
His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing bruises all over his body, which shocked Jingrong.
"This...was it your uncle and aunt who beat you?"
"It's okay, I have thick skin. It looks scary, but it's just a minor skin injury, it's nothing serious." Wen Yanzhi was about to button up his shirt.
Jing Rong's fingers gently brushed over the wounds. Wen Yanzhi looked at his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips, "Are you heartbroken?"
Jingrong looked at him.
I can't help but feel sad.
Wen Yanzhi's smile deepened, "It seems that this beating was not completely worth it."
Jing Rong glanced at him and said in a dull voice, "... You can still laugh."
"Give me a kiss. It won't hurt if you kiss me." Wen Yanzhi teased him deliberately.
Based on his understanding of Jing Rong, there was no way this guy would kiss his body in such a place.
But, who knows, the next moment...
Jing Rong suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the chest. Moreover, Jing Rong really kissed his wounds, not sparing any part.
Wen Yanzhi felt as if his brain was electrified. The places where Jingrong's lips brushed against were as hot as fire, which made his breathing tighten and he had no power to resist. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled Jingrong up, his eyes burning and his breathing disordered, "Stop kissing!"
Jing Rong's eyes were also filled with deep lust, "Didn't you let me kiss you?"
"If you keep kissing me, I might really take you here!"
Jing Rong pursed his lips and said nothing. He just placed his finger on the wound on his body and asked, "Have you been to the hospital? Are you sure it's just a superficial injury?"
"I checked everything, nothing's wrong."
Jing Rong sighed, "They are very angry."
"Yeah. But I can't blame them. After all, the person I brought back was really not that good." Wen Yanzhi touched Jing Rong's clean face and praised sincerely: "But you are different. You are so beautiful, so cute, and so likable. If I took you back, they would definitely not be so angry."
Jing Rong knew that Wen Yanzhi was comforting him.
If they weren't angry, he would have brought himself back two days ago instead of some other unrelated person.
"What do you think?" Jing Rong asked.
"I didn't think much about it. I'll take the others back after they calm down a bit." He looked indifferent.
Jing Rong frowned, "You're taking other people back with you?"
"That's right. Last time it was just a heavily made-up man, this time I'll bring something else. Let them brush off their bottom line, and when they see you for the last time, won't they feel like they've found a great treasure?"
"Don't mess around." Jing Rong said, "In a few days, when they are a little calmer, I will go back with you."
"No, don't worry, I know what to do."
"Your sense of propriety has caused your parents chest pain for two days." Jing Rong looked serious.
Wen Yanzhi also straightened his face, with a hint of annoyance flashing across his face.
In fact, he didn’t want to see his parents because they were upset. He sighed: “They are really excited about this matter. If you go, they will definitely point the finger at you.”
"If they are really angry with me, it is reasonable. As for fighting, it is just some flesh wounds. If you can bear it, what can't I bear?" Jing Rong insisted, "I have suffered the most painful ones."
"Yes, I know you are not afraid of anything, and it's not that you can't bear this, but..." Wen Yanzhi played with the boy's beautiful fingertips, his expression darkened, "It's just that I can't stand you being wronged in the slightest."
Jing Rong raised his lips and smiled.
"I won't feel wronged."
With him taking such great pains to protect me, how could I feel wronged
———
A few days later.
As soon as Yu Zeyao and Jing Yu returned to China, they received a call from Wen Xue.
"My parents said they want to have a good talk with you."
Yu Zeyao was not surprised, "They already know Jing Rong?"
Hearing his words, Jingyu stopped going to pick up little Sam, and she turned around and looked at her husband worriedly.
Yu Zeyao gave her a reassuring look.
"I know." Wen Xue responded: "Although Yanzhi's ideas are all bad, I have to say that they are actually somewhat effective. When my parents saw Jingrong, they probably felt very happy, at least he is not the unknown man they brought back last time."
"So they agreed?"
"How can it be that simple?" Wen Xue said, "It's only temporary to be thankful. When I came to my senses, my mother started crying and making a scene at home again. My father calmed down and wanted to find you to ask what you think."
"Okay. Please make time for it. Yu'er and I will be there anytime."
"Is it convenient now? They are all here."
"Okay, Yu'er and I will be there right away." Yu Zeyao hung up the phone. Jingyu understood what was going on and immediately put on his coat again and followed Yu Zeyao out.
———
Wen's parents were waiting for guests in the side hall.
Wen Yanzhi and Jing Rong were sitting in the hall.
When Yu Zeyao and Jing Yu appeared, they both looked up. Jing Rong didn't say anything, but Wen Yanzhi stepped forward as if he had seen a savior, "Old Yu, my happiness is in your hands. If you don't settle this matter for me, our brotherhood for so many years will be in vain. Also, you have a wife and a child now, you can't ignore my life or death. Don't add insult to injury!"
"Am I that kind of person?" Yu Zeyao took off his coat and gave it to the servant. He glanced at Jingrong from a distance and said, "If this is just your business, I won't bother to get involved. Now that you've dragged Jingrong into this, can I still watch him feel sad?"
When Wen Yan heard this, he was delighted. He didn't care whose face he had to save, as long as this thing could be accomplished.
"My parents have always liked you the most. They will listen to whatever you say."
"But don't be too optimistic. I'm just trying my best."
"You should go quickly!" Wen Yanzhi hoped that he would not delay for even a moment.
Jing Yu followed Yu Zeyao, "I'll go with you."
"Okay."
——
Outside.
Jing Rong was sitting on the sofa, and Wen Xue was talking to him about naming the child.
Wen Yanzhi was running around in the hall. He glanced at the side hall from time to time, "It's just such a small matter, it can be explained in two or three sentences, why are they talking about it for so long? What are they talking about!"
"Just stay still! You're turning around and around and making me dizzy!" Wen Xue complained dissatisfiedly.
Wen Yanzhi ignored it completely.