Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

Banyan was behind Yan Mingfeng, watching Yan Mingfeng clasping the hands on Wen Tingjun's waist tightly, he seemed to understand something, turned his head and looked at Yan Lang, and made a mouth shape: "Follow".

In an instant, he quickened his pace and rushed to the front. Although Yan Lang didn't know what was wrong, he listened to Yan Yan's words very much, followed obediently, watched Yan Yan open the car door ahead of time, and waited for Yan Mingfeng and the others to come.

Yan Mingfeng hugged Wen Tingjun's waist carefully, fearing that he would be hurt, ignored the obvious reluctance on Wen Tingjun's face, and his weak struggle, and dragged him directly into the car with his arms and hands.

He put his hands around his waist firmly, fearing that others would miss him and run away, resting his head on his shoulders, his voice was aggrieved: "Junjun..."

Ah, this kind of dog-legged and pitiful look, Banyan pretended not to notice it for a moment, and put down the baffle between the front and rear rows of the car.

The bosses who pay the salaries are all bosses, and not everyone can watch the excitement of the bosses.

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It was not easy for him to have his body touch him, and he was so attached to the temperature of his body.

The face rubbed against his smooth neck like a coquettish dog.

When you touch him as a ghost, he feels nothing at all, and no one can see his shadow or hear his voice.

No one knew that he was actually very panicked and scared, afraid that his Junjun would run away and escape to a place where he could not see...

He could see that when his Junjun saw him again, he didn't see him at any time in his eyes, but stuck to him, and only had a joyful and happy look in his eyes.

Only the horror in the eyes after meeting him again was unbelievable, as if meeting him again was such a terrible thing.

That look was like a knife piercing his heart, bloody and painful...

But she couldn't bear to let him go like that.

Wen Tingjun sat on his lap, his struggling body suddenly stopped moving, and he was a little stunned: Junjun, these two words, no one has called him like that for a long time.

The man who called him in a petulant voice has been lying in the cemetery and sleeping for an unknown amount of time.

Once again in a trance, Xiao Yan Mingfeng found that there was another person in his arms. He didn't make a fuss anymore, he made great progress, and continued to hug people naturally, and didn't push people away. After all, this was in a narrow car, and I always feel that he is very familiar with such hugging movements...

"Huh? Junjun?"Xiao Yan Mingfeng, who was a little bit puzzled, still remembered the boy's name that "I" called the boy just now, and he couldn't help but call out the boy's name in an intimate tone.

This is the first time he has received some memories of another personality, especially warm memories, holding the person in his arms to bask in the sun together, kissing affectionately, but his appearance seems a bit wrong, he looks much older Yes, I am quite old.

Looking at "myself" holding Wen Tingjun with a livid face, Yan Mingfeng didn't expect that it took a little longer to return to his body this time, but he just called Junjun, and before he had time to say anything, he was ejected from the body.

"grass"!Exploded foul language for the first time.Yan Mingfeng was so simple, he was so angry that he could only utter one word.

Eyes were red as if they were going to catch fire.

Even though Yan Mingfeng understood that his body was his own eight years ago, Yan Mingfeng was also himself, but seeing the self eight years ago crawling along the pole, he continued his previous movements affectionately, holding Junjun's appearance .

Yan Mingfeng wished he could tear himself apart eight years ago.

Why are you so smart? Don't you only have Xiao Bai in your heart?Move your paws away!

At this time, Yan Mingfeng had already regarded him eight years ago as another man, and he was his own rival in love.

However, no matter how much he scolded himself beside him, it was of no use.

Now he himself can only continue to follow Junjun in a ghostly manner, without any sense of existence.

And the self eight years ago was like a wild man who came out halfway, occupying his position, hugging his lover intimately.

It's as if he is the original partner, and the self he was eight years ago pretended to be himself. In short, he feels very uncomfortable now, as if he was cheated by himself!

The self who had been swearing and acting rude eight years ago suddenly changed his attitude and pushed Junjun away immediately. What does he want to do?

He was about to come up with some rubbish ideas again, the memories he received in his mind almost made him faint from anger.

Especially when he heard that he called Junjun by his nickname affectionately, Yan Mingfeng frowned.

What the heck did I want to do with myself eight years ago? !

The bad premonition gradually spread in my heart, getting deeper and deeper.

And he also remembered the bad things that Xiao Yanmingfeng did when he entered his body, and the memory came back to his mind clearly again.

This is the first time he has returned to his body, and he has different memories of his former self and the current Xiao Yan Mingfeng.

Will that little Yan Mingfeng also gradually have his future memory! ! !

Especially when I found out that Xiao Yanmingfeng was one of the behind-the-scenes driving forces behind Junjun being sold by his stepfather.

Designing in advance that Liu Feng owed a bigger debt, this scum also accelerated his idea of ​​hitting Junjun...

He almost lost his Junjun, and was snatched away by Qi Kairui, the boss of the hostile KAIRUI company in the foreign market in the future.

He was so angry that his brain hurt, and he didn't faint because he was mentally strong. If he didn't bring Junjun back in time, what a terrible thing would happen.

As for the fact that Liu Feng owed a bigger debt ahead of time, he was the one who initiated it, and the matter of pushing behind it must be rotten in his stomach, and Jun Jun must not know about it!

After all, Xiao Yanmingfeng is also him now.

Even if it wasn't his own idea, they were the same person, and he was definitely responsible for this matter.

The car was driving on the side of the road, and slowly slowed down.

"Master Yan, where are we going now?"

There was a gap through the fender, and Yan Lang, who was driving the car, asked in a low voice, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Yan Shao hugged Wen Tingjun's movements, he also really wanted to do it to his good brother Banyan, and fell into self-criticism, it was too wrong to think about his brother like this, if he knew, Banyan would not be pissed off by him , and then go berserk and beat him...

Taking a peek at the banquet of the deputy seat, he looks thin and weak, and he has muscles even when he takes off his clothes. It hurts to hit him with a fist when training together.

And he didn't dare to fight back too hard, for fear of hurting him, but the banquet still taunted him: his fists are like cotton, and he is getting weaker and weaker for beating people...

He, a little wronged...

The banquet sitting next to him was very helpless: Idiot, why didn't you look at the atmosphere before making a noise...

The mood began to look low again, what's wrong?

He didn't realize that the stupid big man had fallen into the guilt of having the urge to touch and hug his brother for a long time.

If Banquet knew it, he would laugh until his eyes narrowed...

In fact, some people have been coveting their own grass brothers for a long time.

Yan Yan and Yan Lang have begun to learn to get used to Yan Shao, doing things that don't go according to plan, feeling like a woman, sunny and cloudy for a while, thinking about it and doing it.

Before watching Wen Tingjun being brought into the room in a calm and unhurried manner, he was still calmly listening to the corner of the wall outside the door, and when he heard that he was about to be taken away, he changed into another person and rushed into the room, spending a lot of money to change his face.

"Go to Xianglan's Office." Xiao Yanmingfeng reported his place of residence without hesitation after a little thought.

"Yes." Yan Lang glanced at the rearview mirror, put it back in front of the car in an instant, and concentrated on driving on the road.

Xiao Yan Mingfeng carried Wen Tingjun from his lap to the empty seat beside him, looking thoughtfully at the young man beside him.

Staring intently, Wen Tingjun came back to his senses and found that Yan Mingfeng had changed again. Eight years later, Yan Mingfeng had disappeared again? !

The attitude changed again, and there was no strong aggressive gaze fixed on him.

But now this gaze is full of interest, and this gaze also makes him feel a little uneasy, maybe he has discovered something.

The heart raised to the heart, and the sound of the beating heart thumping rang in the ears, each sound getting faster and faster.

next second.

"You know I'm not him." Xiao Yanmingfeng's words made Wen Tingjun's eyes shrink, and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

Xiao Yan Mingfeng saw his movements clearly and understood.

"The Yan Mingfeng you saw is my other personality." Yan Mingfeng thought he was right, and Wen Tingjun knew that it was his other personality, so he continued.

"He rarely shows up at ordinary times. If he did anything to you, said anything, promised anything, from now on, he won't count."

Wen Tingjun was a little surprised. He suddenly understood that Xiao Yan Mingfeng had misunderstood him. He thought Yan Mingfeng eight years later was his other personality.

Instead of thinking about the future.

The heart in my throat dropped again.

That's right, the fact that he was able to be reborn is now a supernatural event.

How can ordinary people think that people in the future will have a chance after death, and will be lucky enough to return to their once young body to continue living.

Wait, Wen Tingjun suddenly thought, he came back after death.

Then, what about Yanmingfeng?

Yan Mingfeng, too, did he come back after death?

How did he die?

......

Mingming said it was good to have something to do with Yan Mingfeng, and Mingming told himself to forget him and stay away from him.

But when he thought of Yan Mingfeng who once belonged to him, no, this person who did not belong to him, such a proud, outstanding person who was like the pride of heaven, something happened and he died.

His heart still hurts uncontrollably...

The sadness on his face makes people feel that this person must be very sad.

It was so sad that people looked at it and became a little depressed.

Xiao Yan Mingfeng didn't expect his words to hurt this person so much, he thought, did he speak too bluntly?

Yan Mingfeng also saw Wen Tingjun's expression, after all, they have lived together under the same roof for eight years.

He guessed what he might be thinking...

"Don't feel sorry for me, Junjun."

"I'm an asshole, you don't deserve to be sad for me."

"Just don't leave me."

......

Sentence after sentence drifted into the air and dissipated.

No one could hear what he was saying, but he was still talking, stroking Wen Tingjun's eyebrows with his hands, feeling very sour in his heart.

"Debts from previous life, pay back in this life", the love debt he owed to him, he pays back, no one can try to take him away from him, Yan Mingfeng's eyes became sinister, making people shudder.

But the eyes became soft the moment they touched Wen Tingjun.