defeated

Zhan Huo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He wiped his black hair with a towel, sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.With nothing to do, he opened the novel files left behind in the past two days, carefully read through today's amount, and was a little restless when checking.After sitting alone for a while, I opened the chat software to find Emma, ​​and sent a sentence: Are you there?

It happened to be early morning in the United States at this time. Emma was running in the morning. When she saw Zhan Huo's message, she took out her mobile phone and replied with a big smile.

Zhan Huo thought for a while and asked: Wasn't Mr. Wen a business manager when he was studying at Stanford?

Emma: Where did you hear that? He studied psychology, and not every businessman has to learn it. Wenyou's dominance is innate.

Zhan Huo: I suddenly found out that he is a psychologist. I remembered that it was a bit embarrassing to fight in front of him before, so I wanted to confirm it.

Emma: Yoyo, Xiao Zhan, aren't you shy?There were times when it was embarrassing.Don't worry, he's a half-baked guy, and he can't even heal himself.

Zhan Huo:? ? ?

Emma replied to him meaningfully: Wenyou said that he studied psychology to heal himself, but I don't think he is qualified.

Zhan Huo was at a loss for what to do with the dense German language on the computer.

The mouse slid up, and he looked at the German sentences on the computer and his previous translations.

"That Italian is like a quail, and you get mad when you see him."

"Pretentious libraries are boring."

……

"Every year when the tender red hawthorn flowers bloom, they will meet each other. Ludwig, who came back from boarding school, sits behind the white veil and watches him play the piano. Raised proudly, like a young and lovely dove."

……

Although this is not good, Zhan Huo still asked: Where did Mr. Wen go to school when he was young?

Emma: What time do you mean?He studied with a tutor when he was a child, and studied in a boarding school in England in middle and high school.

Zhan Huo: Eaton?

Emma: Hello.

Zhan Huo: It's really surprising.

It's really hard to imagine that Wenyou, who is surprisingly lazy in suits and leather shoes, graduated from a school that traditionally focuses on music and sports.

What Emma said about Wenyou is completely consistent with the novel, and Zhan Huo doesn't believe it's a coincidence.He had to suspect that the prototype of this novel was Wen You, even the author.But why?Wen You was so bored that he specially wrote a biography of himself to "help" him?Or is it that his desire to perform is so strong that he can write a novel for Zhan Huo to read, so that he can take a look at the entanglement between him and Meng Ziqing and even the trajectory of his first half of his life?

Why did Wenyou do this?

Facing the dense text, Zhan Huo couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He began to feel that it was a mistake for him to approach Wen You.Zhan Huo didn't understand Wen You's purpose for him, whether he was simply collecting money or had other plans.

All he knew was that Wen You was not easy to mess with, and it might have been a wrong choice for him to venture close to Wen You at first.

A knock on the door interrupted Zhan Huo's thoughts.He went to open the door, and the servant was holding a few brand new sweaters and trousers, which were neatly stacked on the tray after washing and ironing, "Mr. Zhan, it's winter, President Wen asked us to add some clothes for you."

Zhan Huo noticed the playfulness and ambiguity in the other party's eyes, and she regarded him as Wen You's lover or sexual partner.From the day Zhan Huo moved in, everyone in the family was full of confusion. Wen You's majesty prevented them from revealing it, but when Mencius made a fuss, they began to scrutinize this handsome young man of unknown origin without scruple.

Zhan Huo instantly understood the meaning behind this gaze, thanked him, took the things, and cursed Wen You silently in his heart.

Until late at night, Zhan Huo didn't fall asleep, his heart was filled with uneasiness, and the difficult situation made him unable to fall asleep.He tossed and turned on the bed, and then heard a small sound.

Heartbroken, he turned on the light in front of the window.

A knock on the door sounded in the night.

"Which one?"

"Me." Wen You's low voice came.

He was silent for a moment, picked up his phone and looked at it, it was past one o'clock, "What's the matter?"

"I want to see you."

Zhan Huo pressed the lamp switch in disgust, and retracted into the quilt, "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Wen You outside said: "Zhang Pan has a gift for you."

Zhan Huo jumped out of bed and stood coldly in the darkness. Wen You's innocuous threats made people very uncomfortable.He forced himself to calm down, opened the door and saw Wen You holding brandy and two glasses in his hand.

Zhan Huo frowned and lowered his voice, "It's very late now, what must be said now?"

"I want to chat."

"You can find someone else."

"The effect is not good, and others are not as patient as you."

"If you need psychological counseling, you can find another doctor instead of treating me as a garbage dump. I want to rest!" Zhan Huo was so angry that he wanted to give him two fists.

Wen You sneered, "Stop joking, Xiao Zhan, do you want me to give my all to those quack doctors?"

"It's my honor?" Zhan Huo sarcastically said.

Wen You pushed open the door rascally, "Of course that's not what I mean, I'm not that arrogant, I need you, come and save me."

He entered the room frankly, put the wine glass on the ground, sat down, smiled and waved to Zhan Huo.

Zhan Huo looked down at the smiling Wen You from above, and once again deeply realized that this was a neurosis.He sat down cross-legged coldly, took the glass and drank it down, "Say it, if you want to say something, say it quickly."

"That's fine, I'll be calm soon."

Zhan Huo let out a snort, not understanding why Wen You was so secondary.

"Run out in the middle of the night, haven't you considered Mr. Meng?"

"I gave him a shot."

Zhan Huo stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

Wen You chuckled, "Don't worry, it's just a tranquilizer. What do you think it is?"

Zhan Huo's back felt chills, he breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his sitting posture, and pushed the wine glass away to cover up.Wen You looked at his futile actions and smiled happily, "Why are you so innocent?"

Zhan Huo pressed his eyebrows wearily, "You are so boring."

He didn't understand what was so funny about such a serious question.

Wen You looked at his patient expression, and suddenly leaned forward with bright eyes, "Xiao Zhan, have you ever kissed?"

Zhan Huo looked at him indifferently.

kiss?

A long time ago, he and Min Ning took over.Min Ning was delirious for a while, was very clingy to him, and often asked for kisses like a child.He is older than Zhan Huo, and has a very gentle personality. That kind of gentle obsession was a fatal temptation when he was young.

Thinking about it now, it is also a precious and beautiful memory.

But Zhan Huo wasn't the type to bring up such things casually, so he had to turn his eyes away unnaturally, and hummed lightly.

The young man's side face was clean and pure, and it was not known whether it was because of alcohol or shyness that it was flushed slightly.

Wen You froze for a moment, his brows opened indifferently, and the smile in his eyes disappeared.

Ah.

A malicious and cold voice mocked uncontrollably in his head.

Wen You couldn't explain where his loss came from, so he naturally distanced himself from Zhan Huo, and pretended to ask with great interest: "With whom? When?"

Zhan Huo glanced at him and turned away, "It's none of your business."

"It won't matter if you say it, don't be so stingy, I will tell you everything about me in detail."

Zhan Huo scratched his head in embarrassment.

If you tell him that he is an adopted brother, Wen You will probably be so shocked that his jaw will drop.What's more, he didn't want to talk about that kind of thing at all.It would be troublesome to talk too much, and he didn't want to tell Wen You about Min Ning.

Min Ning belonged to him alone, and he wouldn't understand it to someone like Wen You.

He casually said, "Let's go to high school, with my girlfriend."

"What kind of person is the other party? Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful and gentle," Zhan Huo tilted his head and thought for a while, then deliberately squinted at Wen You, "It's a bit like Mr. Meng."

Wen You raised his eyebrows, "Which one looks better?"

"Mr. Meng is more beautiful, but I like him," Zhan Huo said, and persuaded him earnestly, "If you like someone, don't do it, cherish him and love him, otherwise one day you will regret it later."

"That sounds good," Wenyou said viciously, "then why did you break up?"

Zhan Huo fell silent and did not answer the question.