Favored by wealthy families: Overlord only loves his little wife

So far as he knew about that person, this was the only person he had no choice but to play despite being unconvinced. After all, Yan was not like fighting, unless he had plastic surgery or disfigured that person.

He would still hear this name from time to time in the days to come, and he never took it to heart, but he never expected to see himself here today, he...

and many more!

"Why are you at my house?"

Wen Xingying blurted out, why did this person run to...wait...

He suddenly realized...why is this place, it doesn't seem to be his home...

Wen Xingying blinked, and finally noticed where she was now.

This house seems to be a one-story house. The size of the room is not small. There is a TV and a computer. I am sitting on the bed now, and the boy is sitting on the chair beside the bed. There is a window on the other side of the bed. You can see that there should be a small courtyard.

Is this... this person's home? ?

Last night, I was in that alley, I don't know what it's called. Could it be that this person also walked that road later, and brought me back home?

Looking at the "savior" in front of him, Wen Xingying really didn't know what to say for a while, or to meet this enemy in such a shameful way, in his opinion, it would be better to continue lying in that alley , at least you don't owe him favors.

Ye Linglan has been "..." ever since she heard the young master's words just now, and then saw his expression change and finally turned into a complex of annoyance and comprehension. She probably already figured out what happened, and she didn't know what happened. Too much explanation is needed, just ask: "Is there anything uncomfortable with you?"

Wen Xingying: "... what?"

"I saw you passed out last night. I checked that your head was not injured. It's not convenient for me to look at other places. Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ye Linglan asked patiently.

Wen Xingying's back of his neck is naturally hurting, and there are at least five places on his body that are in moderate pain, and he doesn't want to show it in front of this person, so he can only bite the bullet and say, "No."

"That's good," Ye Linglan nodded, "Then get up and have breakfast."

Wen Xingying continued: "...what?"

Ye Linglan stood up and said, "Get up and have breakfast, we have to go to school after eating."

"Ah, okay then," Wen Xingying looked around on the bed, "my clothes..."

"You still had the clothes you wore yesterday, and I can't change them for you." Ye Linglan said.

"What?!" Wen Xingying immediately opened his eyes wide and jumped up from the bed. Seeing that he was still wearing the suit he was wearing yesterday, he wanted to pull it off and throw it on the ground and stomp on his feet. "I don't want to wear this suit." I got hit by that bastard a few more times with a stick and got a lot of dirt!"

He looked like he was about to go crazy. Although Ye Linglan reluctantly expressed his understanding, there was nothing he could do. The soil on his body had been cleaned up, otherwise it would be impossible to let him lie on his bed, but he also said that he was beaten with a stick. Several times... Is it really not hurt? ?

After struggling for a long time, Wen Xingying could only cast his eyes on the person beside the bed, with some hesitation and pleading in his eyes, "Well, can you lend me one of your clothes? I will wash it and return it to you tomorrow."

If it wasn't really impossible, he really didn't want to ask this person for help at all, but compared with the clothes on his body, he would rather owe him another favor. Seeing that his height should be about the same as his own, the clothes must fit.

That night, the two stood on the balcony again.

The starry sky on a summer night is dazzling, clear and yet mysterious, with a cool breeze blowing in, and the heat that swept the entire day seems to have dissipated at this time.

The previous glory and glory under the magnesium light seemed to be just a gorgeous dream, but now they are still like every ordinary night, cuddling together under the quiet starry sky.

"Ah Jing, do you see how we are now, does it seem like we are lighting the way home for people from afar?"

"It's very similar."

"I think, I will not find my way home, only you will. It seems that I will light the lamp for you in the future, so that you will not get lost on the way home, how about it?"

"You..."

Ye Linglan picked up the man horizontally and walked slowly towards their bedroom.

Xuan, wherever you are is my home, as long as I think of you still waiting for me, I will never get lost on the way home.

Nantian Lane is an alley where you can’t see your fingers at night. It is rare to maintain the style of 20 years ago. There are no street lights, and few people will walk this way at night. Only the "daring" like Ye Linglan Talented people will come to report every night, rain or shine.

He is not afraid of the dark, let alone any ghosts, and he has never even seen a mouse. There is only one reason for him to come here, which is very close to home.

He always turns on the flashlight as soon as he reaches the intersection, walks all the way to the end of the alley, and crosses another street to reach his home.

He walked as usual this evening, but when he was about a third of the way there, he found something blocking it in front of him.

The light from the flashlight was bright enough for him to see that it was a person lying face down on the ground, and he blocked two-thirds of the narrow alley.

Ye Linglan's heart couldn't help trembling, it really looked like a murder scene, although...there was no blood on the ground.

After thinking for a while, Ye Linglan stepped forward cautiously, turned the man over carefully, and stretched out his hand to probe his breath, but before his index finger reached the target position, he saw the man's face with the help of the flashlight, so There is no need to do this stupid action anymore.

This person is Wen Xingying, a student in the second and third grades of their school, and the second-ranked school grass.

He is handsome, and his family is rich, and he became a man of influence almost as soon as he arrived at school. Ye Linglan was not surprised that he would appear here in this state, because this person likes to fight very much, and he likes to fight for the "boss" Fighting from inside the school to outside the school, striving to win the first place in the whole district or even the city, and Nantian Alley is also regarded by the nearby residents as the best place to fight because of its inaccessibility.

It seems that this person has come here to fight with others tonight, and his skills are not as good as others. He was knocked out and thrown on the ground. If I didn't happen to pass by, I don't know how long he would lie down.

Ye Linglan sighed, helped her up and carried her on her back, and continued to walk home.

Soon he arrived home, put him on the bed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This young master was about the same height as him, and he didn't look heavy. I didn't expect that it would feel like Mount Tai was pressing on his back. If he did this for a while, his spine might be crushed and broken.

And now he was lying on his side on his bed, his complexion was rosy and shiny, and he looked like a sleeping pig, not to mention throwing away his unfashionable coat.

Ye Linglan shook his head and took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket.

The young master didn't carry a schoolbag tonight, Ye Linglan took a look around after picking him up, it was true that he didn't have one, but this person never liked to carry a schoolbag to school, it's not unusual, but his mobile phone was always carried close to his body , especially now in my own home, the bulging piece in my pocket looks very obvious.

Ye Linglan found out his father's cell phone number, decided to call his family, and said that he would sleep at his home tonight. I don't know if this person has reported his itinerary to his parents tonight.

The call was connected quickly, and there was a middle-aged man over there, who said in an anxious voice: "Hey, Xiaoyuan, where are you? Why aren't you coming home?" 
Ye Linglan calmly said: "Hello Uncle, Xiao Yuan drank too much, you can sleep at my house tonight, we will go to school together tomorrow, you don't have to worry."

"Ah, look at this kid, I told him not to let him drink," the man finally felt relieved, "Well, I'll trouble you kid, thank you."

"It's okay, goodbye uncle."

Putting down the phone, Ye Linglan touched the corners of his lips. This kid really lied to his parents about going to a classmate's house for dinner, but in fact...

Ye Linglan took off the man's shoes, put his head on the pillow, changed to a more comfortable sleeping position, and pulled the quilt over him.

That's all I can do now, I don't know where this person was knocked unconscious, but there is no wound or lump on his head, so it shouldn't be a big deal, and it's hard for me to take off his clothes Take a closer look, I can only wait until tomorrow when I wake up.
Wen Xingying was awakened by the pain.

Thinking of the scene of the fight last night, that bastard actually took such a thick wooden stick, and said that there was no rule in advance that he could not use weapons, and he could only fight him with bare hands. It was a place where no birds lay eggs, it was narrow and broken, and he couldn't use it at all, so he hit him several times, and finally there was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and he completely lost consciousness.

My teeth itch with hatred, wait a minute, you dare to hold a wooden stick, won't you forbid me to hold an iron stick?You won't be allowed to take a gun, will you?You wait until I shoot you tomorrow!

Wen Xingying rubbed her neck and sat up slowly.

"Are you awake?" A young male voice suddenly came from the front.

Wen Xingying: "?"

He opened his eyes in doubt, and sure enough, he saw a man sitting in front of him, a boy who should be about sixteen or seventeen years old. The point is...why does this face look so familiar? ?
The boy's skin is very white, his eyebrows are clear, his whole face is very three-dimensional because of the high bridge of his nose, his eye sockets are also deep, he looks like a foreigner, and his eyes are even more beautiful peach blossom eyes. Fascinating faces...and...deja vu...

"You, is your name..." Wen Xingying tried hard to recall the boy's name, "It's Zhao..."

"My name is Ye Linglan." The man continued.

"Yes, it's Ye Linglan, you..."

Wen Xingying stopped talking and looked at the boy stiffly. Is he that Ye Linglan?
Ye Linglan, who was known as the No. [-] school grass in their high school, was the only Ye Linglan who overwhelmed her?
Damn, the hatred is as deep as the sea! 
It should be said that Wen Xingying has rarely cared about anything in his life. He is very rich and can basically buy anything he wants with money. He is also handsome. Usually, anyone who doesn’t like him can find someone to beat him up. Girls he likes can be chased after him, and there are a lot of girls following him. There is almost nothing that can make his teeth itch when he thinks about it. .

However, when he was in high school, he encountered it. Of course, it was not a thing, but a person.

It was a boy named Ye Linglan from the same school and grade.

There is only one reason Wen Xingying is unhappy seeing him, he is more handsome than himself.

Ye Linglan didn't say anything, so she took a set of her own clothes and handed them to him.

"You change it first, I'll get you face wash."

"it is good."

Ye Linglan went out, Wen Xingying took a look at the clothes he gave him, white shirt and black pants, they were quite clean, he quickly changed his clothes, walked out of the room and finally saw the whole picture of the house.