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Shen Ye didn't realize that he had touched Zheng Yan's head, so he sat on the chair and continued talking.He talked more and more vigorously, and even vividly imitated Qi Zhuo and Chen's previous movements and expressions.

He deliberately put on a cold and indifferent appearance, and after a while, he pretended to be coy, maliciously smearing Zhuo Yuchen a bit.

At the beginning, Shen Ye provoked the second-generation young master of another family because he caused trouble in the original private high school. He didn't want to go abroad. , in the same class.

Otherwise, Shen Ye probably would never have anything to do with Zhuo Yuchen, a work-study, poor student with excellent character and learning.

To him, the other party is just a rare fun thing besides basketball in the boring college life.

Being young and ignorant is romantic, arrogant and willful.

It's just that Shen Ye didn't expect Zhuo Yuchen to be so stubborn, he insulted him in every possible way in private, and this person even secretly inquired about the university that he got in through special admissions after finding a relationship, and changed his choice, She gave up the better way out and continued to rely on him.

Thinking of the past, Shen Ye felt a little unhappy: "Speaking of which, if it wasn't for the bet, this little bitch might have backed me up? It's really a pity, and I lost in the end with the boss." Five, their bet, lost a lotus that I like very much..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from his abdomen!

Shen Ye was caught off guard, and was almost put down by Zhuo Yuchen, and Zheng Yan who strode over to his side was punched.

He clutched his throbbing abdomen from the beating, bowed his waist like a shrimp, and raised his head in disbelief.

Zheng Yan looked down at him condescendingly.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Ye took a mouthful of saliva, feeling like vomiting blood: "What does Young Master Zheng mean?"

Zheng Yan ignored him, his eyes turned cold, and he punched him again.

Although he is a second-generation child, Zheng Yan is different from those who have been hollowed out by wine and sex, Zheng Yan will regularly practice fitness and Aikido.At this moment, his fist was fast and hard, and Shen Ye, who hadn't figured out what he was going crazy, received another solid punch.

The force of this punch was much stronger than the previous one, Shen Ye was beaten into a cold sweat, and his expression turned serious.

Relying on his tall and strong stature, he abruptly relied on his physical strength to receive Zheng Yan's third punch.Zheng Yan's right fist was caught by Shen Ye, and he was not annoyed. He simply used his left fist to smash it towards Shen Ye's face!

Bang!

Hearing this muffled sound, Zheng Haoran, who was protecting Zhuo Yuchen by the side, felt his teeth ache.

Zhuo Yuchen was protected by Zheng Haoran, he subconsciously stretched out his hands and clenched Zheng Haoran's sleeves, and looked nervously at Zheng Yan and Shen Ye who started to fight each other inexplicably, not knowing what was going on in his heart something.

He wanted to tell Zheng Yan to stop, but he also vaguely hoped that the other party would hit harder.

Zhuo Yuchen let go of his hands, feeling very complicated.

Why did Zheng Yan beat Shen Ye hard?

... He didn't believe that the other party was angry because of him, so he took the shot calmly.

Shen Ye wiped his nose, finally caught Zheng Yan's shot, and returned a heavy punch.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, grabbed Zheng Yan's sleeve, pressed his back shoulder against Zheng Yan's arm, and threw Zheng Yan out!

Zheng Yan slammed into the edge of the long table in the conference hall firmly, and immediately gasped in pain.

Oh shit!

This bastard is crazy!

Shen Ye raised his hand to look at the sleeve he used to wipe his nose just now, it was already stained with blood, and it looked very bleak.

He bared his teeth, feeling the bloody taste in his mouth.

"Is Young Master Zheng mentally ill?"

Shen Ye sneered, Zheng Yan's stress disorder was not a secret among the top circles.

Zheng Yan didn't respond to his cynicism, but leaned against the table, lowered his head, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Yesen looked at him coldly: "Then do you feel any pain?"

"It hurts so much that I feel like my heart and lungs are going to spit out," Zheng Yan said. He raised his head and stared at Shen Ye sharply, making Shen Ye's teeth feel cold for no reason, "But..."

Zheng Yan stretched out his hand, traced the position of his heart, and lowered his head again.

"Yuchen, he hurts even more."

Zhuo Yuchen clenched Zheng Haoran's sleeves again, he sniffed, and suddenly felt the urge to cry out loud.

He felt that he was not a kind person who stood upright and benefited thousands of people, but he was by no means a treacherous person who did all kinds of evil.

His parents died early, and he has been adopted by his uncle, but his uncle's family is not well-off, and his younger sister resents him extremely, thinking that he is a blood-sucking moth.

In order not to cause trouble to his last relatives, he left his hometown and worked to support himself through work and study.Living in the oldest and dilapidated urban-rural junction, my ears are full of abuse, complaints, curses and obscene language all night long.

Even when he was dying of illness, he could only curl up alone on the cramped sofa, holding the photo of the boy who would only smile brightly at others, crying heartbreakingly.

If someone loves you, if you can act like a baby, if you live freely, who would be stubborn and self-reliant?

But why, he is always so miserable.Be it Shen Ye, the sharp sword, or even Zheng Yan... Zhuo Yuchen really didn't know what to do with him anymore, he was too enthusiastic, too guilty of being cheap, and resisting too.

He thought he was already invincible, but now because of Zheng Yan's words, he threw away his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

but.

"Cousin... Are you sick..." Zheng Haoran was protecting Zhuo Yuchen tightly, before he had time to cheer for this hard-won touch, he said tremblingly, "Hurry up and take your medicine. It will scare Yuchen..."

Zheng Yan straightened up suddenly, he laughed strangely twice, and stood upright again.

His expression has returned to normal.

"No, it's over." He casually wiped the bruise on his face, put his hands in his trouser pockets, crossed his legs, leaned against the edge of the table, and looked at the weird-looking Shen Ye, "Second Master Shen , Where did we talk about before? Um... the land in the east of the city! I am bound to win this land, and I will see you when everyone bids for the real chapter. Hao Ran, send me off."

Zheng Yan went straight to Zhuo Yuchen and Zheng Haoran.

He pulled Zheng Haoran's sleeves out of Zhuo Yuchen's hands expressionlessly, then hugged Zhuo Yuchen horizontally, and prepared to leave through the door on the other side of the conference hall.

"You can also call Yu Chen? Next time, you probably won't have the surname "Zheng"."

Zheng Haoran suddenly turned pale.

Zhuo Yuchen's heart also cooled down rapidly, he hooked the corner of his mouth ironically, Zheng Yan was just sick.

Zheng Yan's every word has no real emotion, and he doesn't even believe in punctuation marks.