Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

"Master Yan, it's the photo he posted in Mr. Wen's school..." The banquet pushed Liu Feng in front of Yan Mingfeng.

Liu Feng was pushed and staggered step by step, almost fell to the ground, his body trembled under Yan Mingfeng's cold gaze, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Yan Yan quickly looked at the small house with his eyes, tsk tsk, he never expected that Young Master Yan could bear to live in such a small and shabby house.

"You are quite courageous." Yan Mingfeng felt a little guilty when he kicked the trembling Liu Feng over.

With a "bang", Liu Feng fell back and fell on the foot of the small mahogany table, cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead.

The bottle with white roses on the table shook, and Yan Mingfeng quickly stepped forward to hold it up. Fortunately, the white roses he bought at the same store as Junjun almost fell to the ground.

Banyan Yanlang watched Yan Mingfeng's movements, and remained silent. Could it be that Mr. Wen sent this flower?This is the first time I have seen Yan less nervous about an item, Aiwujiwu?It's true love.

The man holding the white rose looks handsome like a god, but in Liu Feng's eyes, he is a terrible devil.

Before Liu Feng got up from the ground, he kicked him vigorously on the shoulder again, kicking him to the ground again, and then kicked him in the abdomen again, and his body flew into the air with a fierce kick Hit the wall and hit the ground.

Liu Fengpain's eyes turned black, with tears and snot in his nose, his body arched like a boiled shrimp, and he saw a pair of shoes approaching in front of him in a daze.

The next second proved that it wasn't his illusion of pain.

Yan Mingfeng looked at the man who was limp on the ground, with his side face clinging to the ground, and stepped on his side face, his face full of disgust, Yan Mingfeng's voice was cold: "If you dare to plot against Wen Tingjun, I don't know who is standing behind him?" Is it me."

"Yan, Young Master Yan." Liu Feng, who was struggling to make a sound, regretted it very much at this time. He only found out that Yan Mingfeng used Wen Tingjun as a stand-in to keep and play.

But he didn't expect that the news that he spent money to find out was so false, and he never thought that that little bastard was so important to Yan Mingfeng.

It was so important that he personally called someone to bring him over. Liu Feng, who was trampled under his feet, had no pride in revenge for Wen Tingjun at this time, and could only face Yan Mingfeng's endless fear.

"Please, please, please forgive me this time. I was confused. Your lord has a lot, so let me go. I promise that I will never appear in front of Wen Tingjun again in the future." Tears and snot beg.

He thought that there would be no problem if he smeared out Yan Mingfeng's face and only left Wen Tingjun in the photo. If he knew that Wen Tingjun was so important to Yan Mingfeng, he would definitely stay away from that little bastard Wen Tingjun. If you are far away, you will never come to provoke him.

It's a pity that Liu Feng regretted it too late.

"Heh, it seems that you really know me. You dare to provoke me even if you know me. People who provoke me are tired of their jobs. I'll give you a ride." Yan Mingfeng's soles rubbed Liu Feng's face.

"no no!"…….Liu Feng spit out the words in a breakdown.

Looking at Liu Feng who was struggling under his feet, Yan Mingfeng looked calm on the surface, but in fact his heart became more and more guilty, because his mind was always hanging on Junjun, and he even forgot to deal with Liu Feng, a bedbug.

He also said that he would protect Junjun, but something like Liu Feng immediately slapped him in the face.

This person who brought pain and disasters to Junjun in the first half of his life and harmed Junjun for most of his life, he actually forgot to get back into his body to deal with it immediately.

As a result, Junjun was surrounded by people when he first entered the school, pointing his nose and scorning him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Yan Mingfeng thought of Wen Tingjun's sad face again.

Forget it, he'd better go see how Junjun is doing, and stop wasting time here.

He looked at the person under his feet with disgust, as if looking at a disgusting bedbug.

"You two take him away and greet him well. By the way, didn't he owe a debt? If the debt collectors are not looking for him recently, then do a favor and send him there."

"Spare me! Master Yan! Please spare me!!!" Liu Feng struggled like a dead fish when he heard this, his face was full of horror, "I beg you!...".

"Just look at Junjun's face!"

Hearing that he mentioned Wen Tingjun Yan Mingfeng frowned instantly, "You actually have the face to mention Junjun, such a big face, what right do you have to call Junjun." Mingfeng's eyes looked like he was going to kill him, and Liu Feng shut up instantly.

It can be thought that his debt has been delayed for half a month and he failed to pay back a little in time, and his legs were broken. Since Wen Tingjun left, he has not hidden a penny until now. If he is really found, he Dead! ! !

So he propped up his body, suppressed his fear, and wanted to reach out and grab Yan Mingfeng's trouser leg to plead.

Yan Mingfeng dodged the grabbing hand, and looked at the people beside him with sharp eyes like knives: "Are you deaf? Didn't hear that I let you take it away."

Banyan, who originally wanted to watch a play, immediately stepped forward and just took a small step.

"Yes." Yan Lang responded, taking a step ahead of the banquet in an instant, dragging his body like a dead dog, being kicked and unable to move, and Liu Feng, who was still howling and begging for mercy, walked out. rubbish.

Yan Yan smiled and said silently before closing the door: "Young Master Yan, the old lady called just now and asked Mr. Wen what's going on, do I need to answer truthfully?"

"You two, except for the matter I told you to keep silent, you have not automatically reported anything to the old lady." Yan Mingfeng snorted, "Go away, just say what you want."

"Yes." Banquet smiled and closed the door.

Yan Mingfeng gently put the vase in his arms back to catch up, looked at the blooming white roses in the vase, and tapped his fingers on the table.

If this matter passed through her grandmother's ears, she would love Junjun even more, and she would definitely care more about their affairs.

With the help of his grandmother behind him, there are only advantages and no disadvantages for him. Thinking of the jade pendant given to Junjun, Yan Mingfeng smiled.

Yan Yan glanced at Liu Feng who was in the driver's seat after being knocked unconscious by Yan Lang with a knife, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Yan seems to be really caring and serious about Mr. Wen. To protect Young Master Yan, you have to protect one more "Mrs. Yan." With a teasing tone, Yan Lang couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Yan Yan thought about it, Liu Feng must be abolished, as for the sum of money he was pushed behind by Yan Shao, he would not be able to pay back the money he had already beaten and killed, and Yan Shao asked them to send him back The underground gambling house is preparing to make this scumbag worse than death, cruel enough, but this old thing also deserves what he deserves. Thinking that the unfortunate things that happened to Wen Tingjun were basically caused by this guy, the banquet feels quite disgusting Well, this kind of person has no conscience at all, and he doesn't even have the heart to do it.

Yan Lang didn't know what was going on in Yan Yan's mind. What he was thinking at this moment was that he had dreamed about Yan Yan a few mornings ago, and seeing him panting, with ruddy lips, he felt a chill all over his body.

Its daybreak.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to wash my pants quietly.

He felt disgusted that he had such feelings for his brother, but he really couldn't help thinking about him gradually.

I always feel that the banquet is teasing him, maybe it's because of his own embarrassment, that's why he thinks, especially now that he heard the banquet say that Mr. Wen has become Mrs. Yan.

His first reaction turned out to be, can A Xi become his wife!

Slamming his fist on the steering wheel, Yan Lang fell into deep self-loathing.

Yan Yan was taken aback by Yan Lang's action, "What's wrong?!" He stretched out his hand and twisted Yan Lang's arm with a little force, "What's wrong with you?" His tone was not too angry, but rather coquettish .

But Yan Lang was feeling guilty towards him, so he didn't hear it, and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry."

"Okay, idiot..." Rolled his eyes, "Drive away." The banquet was helpless.

Why does the idiot feel even more dumb these days, especially when he is evasively looking at him these days, I don't know what's going on...

After reporting Mr. Wen's matter to the old lady, ask him what's going on.

On the other side, Wen Tingjun, who was sitting on a stone bench by the pond, looked at the hesitant person in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you trying to ask who I am?" Jiang Baixiu raised his eyebrows. This raising of eyebrows, and the sternness between his brows, immediately destroyed Wen Tingjun's first impression of this man, his gentle and elegant image.

"I'm Jiang Baixiu," Jiang Baixiu propped his hands on the stone table, and moved his face closer to Wen Tingjun, smiling badly, "You didn't see the photo my dad sent you, did you?"

"Jiang Baixiu?" Wen Tingjun repeated the name, leaned back, and turned his face away from the person in front of him.

Then, he realized something, "You are Mr. Jiang's son?!" Wen Tingjun exclaimed.

I also remembered that Jiang Yanan said that he would send photos to his mobile phone, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to see that the small 3-character number on WeChat was hanging in the upper right corner. The person is the man in front of him.

The man in the photo looked bookish, refined, with a light smile and a reliable appearance. He was a serious person at first glance.

Thinking of the scene of the first meeting just now, Jiang Baixiu himself is indeed exactly the same as the photo in addition to his face and temperament in his eyes, giving people the same feeling.

But now, looking up and down at Jiang Baixiu, who had raised his eyebrows and looked rebellious, the corners of Wen Tingjun's mouth twitched. Recently, his mother often called Jiang Baixiu before school started to ask him to meet and get along with Jiang Baixiu.

Always mentioned, few words, but the "well-behaved" kid Jiang Baixiu doesn't seem to be at all like this ruffian in front of him.

His senior brother, whom he had never met in his previous life, seemed to have two faces.

Thinking of how he walked into the crowd with a smile in front of others, calmly pulling his hand away, and thinking about the appearance of the queen now, Wen Tingjun opened his mouth silently, and spit out a sentence: "Brother, look Come on, you have two faces, aren't you tired?"

After speaking, looking at Jiang Baixiu's evil look with a smile, I felt that I was going to suffer.

"Where do I look different?" Jiang Baixiu put away his anger, and Jiang Baixiu, who had an innocent expression on his face, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw Wen Tingjun's expression on his face being struck by lightning.

Why do you feel that he is a little dumb, stupid like a stupid rabbit, the adjectives his father said are smart, simple, and pitiful.

He didn't see how smart he was, he just saw it, and it's easy to deceive, isn't it pitiful?As far as the family problems he mentioned are a bit pitiful, but it seems that there is no dark mind.

He was a good boy, reached out and stroked his head, the hair was quite soft.

"good."

Wen Tingjun looked at Jiang Baixiu's movements in astonishment, and shrank his neck uncomfortably, feeling a little too close, and it was the first time they met.

"Since you are my junior brother, I will protect you from now on. Don't you know my two faces, so remember to keep my current appearance a secret. You have to help me hold on to the persona of a well-behaved, obedient and reliable senior. "

"If you have time, senior brother will take you to play." Jiang Baixiu winked at one eye, seemingly winking.

Even if you are really good-looking, senior brother, you can't hide the sharp eyes of your actions just now.

Wen Tingjun was silent for a while, nodded, his head was a little dizzy, teacher, teacher's wife, your son looks unreliable at all, why don't you say that he takes care of me, I should be self-reliant.

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