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That night, Wen Wenyao asked Bai Yangyu to stay overnight.

He really didn't have the nerve to turn his face and deny anyone when he lifted his trousers. When he was lying on the bed, he thought that he was so lustful, and he was tempted by Bai Yangyu's beauty all of a sudden.

While Bai Yangyu was taking a bath, Wen Wenyao turned over and lay down on the bedside to smoke a cigarette. The satisfaction of his body could not offset the restlessness in his mood. While smoking, he stared blankly at the bedside table in a daze.

When Bai Yangyu came in, Wen Wenyao had just finished smoking, turned over and lay back on the bed, and said, "It's time to sleep." Then he reached out and turned off the lamp without waiting for Bai Yangyu to come to the bedside.

Wen Wenyao wasn't too sleepy, he just didn't want to communicate with Bai Yangyu.

Bai Yangyu got on the bed, lifted Wen Wenyao's quilt and got in, and put his arm around his waist.

"Go back to sleep at your own side," Wen Wenyao said, and he put an extra quilt on the bed, specially prepared for Bai Yangyu.

Bai Yangyu didn't speak, just hugged him tightly with one hand, and snorted softly after a while.

Wen Wenyao reached out to cover Bai Yangyu's mouth and nose, and soon Bai Yangyu couldn't breathe well, struggling to escape from Wen Wenyao's hands.

"Stop pretending to me!" Wen Wenyao said.

Bai Yangyu took a deep breath of fresh air, coughed and said, "I'll just hug you for a while."

Wen Wenyao didn't resolutely push him away, but said inexplicably: "What's there to hug? You're stiff and have no breasts."

Bai Yangyu put her palm on his lower abdomen, "It's very sexy."

"Crazy," Wen Wenyao couldn't help but say.

Bai Yangyu's tone was sincere, "Teacher, you are great, you have to believe in your own attractiveness."

Wen Wenyao pulled out the pillow under his head, slapped Bai Yangyu on the head and face, and said angrily, "Get lost!"

Bai Yangyu huddled up with his head in his arms, and let Wen Wenyao hit him with a pillow. It wasn't until Wen Wenyao felt tired that he threw the pillow aside and lay down. Then he picked up his own pillow, laid it under his head, and said: " I'm going to bed then, good night, teacher."

Wen Wenyao ignored him, and pulled the quilt over his head, trying to calm down and fall asleep quickly.

Wen Wenyao had to go to work the next day, so he got up early in the morning and drove Bai Yangyu to school by the way.

When Bai Yangyu got out of the car, he leaned against the window and said to Wen Wenyao, "Teacher, I don't have class today. After you get off work in the afternoon, let's go back together, shall we?"

Wen Wenyao frowned and looked at him, "Don't do experiments without class?"

Bai Yangyu said: "The second batch of samples has not been received yet."

Wen Wenyao was not very happy, "Then what are you doing at school?"

Bai Yangyu smiled shyly, "I can get closer to you."

With a sullen face, Wen Wenyao stretched out a hand and pressed it against Bai Yangyu's forehead like a pistol, "If you let me hear such nasty and disgusting words again, do you believe that I will punish you?"

Bai Yangyu immediately withdrew his smile, and said seriously: "I'm going to the library to find materials, and I'm going to start writing an article."

Wen Wenyao was barely satisfied with this answer. With a "hmm", he shifted gears and wanted to drive away.

Bai Yangyu was still asking him: "Teacher, shall I go to the hospital to see you this afternoon?"

Wen Wenyao said impatiently: "Wait for my call." Then he turned the car around and drove towards the school gate.

Although he said no, Wen Wenyao still drove to school to pick up Bai Yangyu after work in the afternoon.

He called Bai Yangyu in advance and asked him to wait at the library door.It took only two or three minutes to drive there from the hospital. When Wen Wenyao parked the car firmly at the entrance of the library, Bai Yangyu hadn't appeared yet.

Just as Wen Wenyao took out his mobile phone to make another call to Bai Yangyu, he saw Bai Yangyu coming out of the library with two books in his arms. He stepped out of the library gate, and a girl chased after him calling his name. out.

Wen Wenyao had never seen this girl before, but she looked very young, like a freshman or sophomore.

Bai Yangyu stopped, turned around and talked to her.

The voices of the two were too low, and Wen Wenyao couldn't hear anything in this place. After seeing them say a few words, the little girl turned around and went back to the library with a smile on her face.

Then Bai Yangyu walked towards the direction where he parked, opened the door and got in the car.

Wen Wenyao said, "That's the way it is."

Bai Yangyu looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what he meant.

Wen Wenyao started the car slowly, and said, "Young people just want to find a pretty girl and have a serious relationship with them."

Bai Yangyu froze for a moment, then said, "I don't like her."

"You need to touch more," Wen Wenyao said to him while driving, "If you have the opportunity to touch a girl's breasts, you will know how soft they are."

Bai Yangyu just glanced at him and didn't say anything else.

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On Friday afternoon, Bai Chong still had a meeting, and after the meeting, he had to go out to dinner and receive guests in the evening.

Song Wenran was alone in his small office, with a pile of colored paper spread out on the desk, following the origami tutorial on his phone.By this time, the usual off-duty time had passed, but Bai Chong was still in a meeting, so he had to wait while completing the kindergarten homework for Wen Qian.

When Bai Chong opened the door and came in, Song Wenran was struggling to stuff a corner of the colored paper into the folded frog's stomach. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately put the things down and turned his head to look over. When he saw that it was Bai Chong, he stood up. .

"What?" Bai Chong looked at his messy and colorful square paper.

Song Wenran quickly put away all the colored paper and said, "I'm helping my sister with her kindergarten homework."

Bai Chong stood by the table and looked at him with a smile, "What did you fold?"

Song Wenran handed the failed frog to Bai Chong, sighed and said, "I'm not good at these things."

Bai Chong looked at the frog over and over, put it aside, then took a flat piece of paper, skillfully refolded one and handed it to Song Wenran.

Song Wenran took it over with a smile, and asked Bai Chong, "Is the meeting over?"

Bai Chong shook his head, "I'm waiting to arrange dinner." After he finished speaking, he walked towards the window, folded his hands on his chest, and leaned against the window to look outside.

Song Wenran put down the frog in his hand, thought for a while and said, "Are you going to drink again tonight?"

Bai Chong laughed when he heard this, and didn't look back at him, but asked him, "What's the matter? Are you worried about me?"

Song Wenran subconsciously wanted to deny it, but found that saying no didn't seem right. He didn't know how to answer Bai Chong for a while, and his ears turned slightly red.

Bai Chong saw Song Wenran's reflection on the glass, he stretched out a hand, put his fingers on Song Wenran's body on it, and said, "Don't drink, just have dinner with us tonight."

Song Wenran said in a low voice: "That's good, I'm worried that your body won't be able to take it."

Bai Chong turned around to face him, still leaning his back against the wall with his arms folded, his upper body slightly leaning forward, and said, "This is tolerable."

He looked at Song Wenran with a slight smile on his face, his expression gentle and focused.

Song Wenran took a deep breath, a little unable to bear his gaze, wanting to turn his head but unwilling to flinch.

Bai Chong stood up straight suddenly, walked towards him, and when he was only separated by a desk, he stopped and stretched out his hand towards his chest.

Song Wenran stood where he was, his breathing stopped for two seconds, holding a piece of colored paper in his hand, crumpled into a ball.

Bai Chong stretched out his hand and plucked a paper crane from his chest, it fell off the table at some point and hung on Song Wenran's lapel.

Song Wenran looked down at the paper crane and let out a soft breath.

While Bai Chong was holding onto the paper crane and was about to speak, someone knocked on the office door from outside.

"Come in," Bai Chong said, and put the paper crane on the table.

Bai Chong's secretary opened the door of the room and said to Bai Chong: "Dean, dinner is ready, shall we go now?"

Bai Chong nodded and said, "Let's go."

That night, Bai Chong resolutely refused to drink on the pretext of being unwell.He brought two vice presidents and the beautiful staff in charge of reception in the hospital office to accompany the guests to drink, and he sat quietly in the corner, holding a cup of hot tea while drinking and eating, and then found an excuse Let Song Wenran send him home early.

On the way Song Wenran drove Bai Chong home, his phone rang twice and he didn't answer it.

When it rang for the third time, Bai Chong said to him: "You answer the phone first."

Song Wenran parked the car on the side of the road and connected the phone.

This call is from the coach at the muay thai gym, asking if he is free to fight tomorrow.

"Tomorrow? Please wait a moment," Song Wenran said, then covered the microphone, and asked Bai Chong: "Does Mr. Bai have any arrangements for tomorrow?"

Bai Chong leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him, "There is no arrangement."

Song Wenran then continued to answer the phone and said to the coach, "Yes, I'll come over tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Chong asked him, "Are you planning an event tomorrow?"

While driving the car, Song Wenran said, "The muay thai gym where I often practice boxing has a student who is about to participate in a competition. The coach hopes that I will go there to fight two more games with him recently."

"Muay Thai," Bai Chong read these two words. He was not familiar with Muay Thai, but he had seen some movies before, and his impression was that it was a very brutal fighting sport.

"Yeah," Song Wenran said about Muay Thai, but he was quite interested. "I've been practicing Muay Thai for many years. If it wasn't for my age, I might try to participate in a competition."

Bai Chong listened quietly, and suddenly asked, "Can I go and have a look tomorrow?"

Song Wenran looked up at him in the rearview mirror in astonishment, "Do you want to come and see?"

Bai Chong said: "I want to watch you boxing." I don't know whether the focus of his words is to watch people or boxing.

However, Song Wenran still felt very happy. He said: "Sure, if you want to see it, I will pick you up in the morning first, and then we will go there together."

Bai Chong smiled and said, "Okay."

After sending Bai Chong home, Song Wenran hurriedly followed after Bai Chong got off the car. He said to Bai Chong, "I may take my sister with me tomorrow morning."

Bai Chong listened and nodded, "Take it with you. I'll treat you to dinner when I have time at noon, and ask the children what they want to eat."

Song Wenran said, "Okay, I'll let her think about it tonight."

Bai Chong smiled and waved to him, "Go back early and rest."

Song Wenran was a little inexplicably excited. He woke up early on Saturday morning, went to the bathroom to wash up and coaxed Wen Qian to get up. When changing clothes, he opened the closet and looked for a long time, wanting to wear a set of clothes that looked more energetic.

Wen Qian almost fell asleep while brushing her teeth.

Song Wenran warmed milk and boiled eggs for her, and went downstairs to buy two steamed buns. While eating breakfast, he suddenly received a call from Bai Chong, telling him that he had something to do today and couldn't watch him fight.

"What's the matter?" Song Wenran held the phone in a daze, "Do you need me to see you off?"

"No need," Bai Chong said, "You have already made an appointment with someone, so go and fight hard. I will drive over here by myself."

Song Wenran tried his best to conceal the disappointment in his tone, he said, "Okay, Mr. Bai."

Bai Chong was quiet for a while, and said to him: "I also really want to come and see you, there will be a chance next time."

Song Wenran felt like a child, he smiled and said, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenran saw Wen Qian biting a bun and looking at him, so he asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

Wen Qian shook her head. Feeling Song Wenran's loss, she tried her best to swallow the bun skin and stuffing in her mouth, and said, "I'll be with you today."

Song Wenran raised his hand to touch her head and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you."

Although Bai Chong missed the appointment, Song Wenran took Wen Qian out to the muay thai gym after washing the dishes. Before he entered the ring, he arranged for Wen Qian to sit down in a seat with a good view, and asked a familiar female student to help take care of her.

Today Song Wenran was going to play a complete warm-up match with the student who participated in the competition. He put on shorts and gloves and warmed up in the ring for a while, then stood on the edge of the ring and waved to Wen Qian.

Wen Qian also waved to him happily and shouted: "Brother, come on!"

Song Wenran put the glove to his lips with a smile, and said, "Shhhhhhhhh, don't make loud noises later in the game."

Wen Qian quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

This game is very relaxing for Song Wenran, he is just a training partner, he does not need to try his best to knock down the opponent, and the opponent has to prepare for the next game, and it is impossible to exhaust his energy or get injured for a warm-up match, so The atmosphere of the whole game was quite relaxed.

Wen Qian kept covering her mouth, staring with wide eyes.She didn't understand what a warm-up match was. She only saw Song Wenran boxing with others, and Song Wenran lost in the end.

At the end of the match, Song Wenran shook fists with his opponent as a signal. He got off the ring, took off his gloves, walked to Wen Qian, bent down and asked her, "Did the match look good?"

Wen Qian plunged into Song Wenran's arms all of a sudden, and burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" Song Wenran hurriedly hugged Wen Qian. His naked upper body was covered with sweat, but he just hugged Wen Qian vaguely, not wanting to get the sweat on her.

Wen Qian didn't say what was wrong, she just felt sad when she saw Song Wenran being beaten.

Song Wenran lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Why are you crying? Did someone bully you? Tell brother."

Wen Qian shook her head vigorously.

Song Wenran had no choice but to touch her head and said, "Brother, go take a shower and come out soon. You said yesterday that you want to eat pizza at noon. Let's eat together later, shall we?"

Wen Qian nodded while crying sadly, raised her head from Song Wenran's arms and backed away wiping her tears.

Song Wenran came out after taking a shower and changed clothes, but Wen Qian was still sitting there depressed, her eyes were swollen.Song Wenran regretted taking her to watch boxing, thinking that the little girl didn't like these violent sports, so she was frightened.

He used to squat down in front of Wen Qian and said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Wen Qian stood up, lay on Song Wenran's back, and put her arms around his neck.

Song Wenran stood up and walked outside with her on his back, "Let's go eat pizza."

Wen Qian leaned her head softly on his shoulder, grabbing his sleeve with one hand.

The two of them took the elevator down from the fourth floor where the muay thai gym was located, and left the office building through the lobby on the first floor. When they walked to the door, they met a man who was about to enter.

Song Wenran looked up at him and stopped immediately.

That man is Xu Chu.

Xu Chu also saw Song Wenran, he stopped and patted Song Wenran's arm, "Song Wenran! We met again so soon?"

Song Wenran smiled and said to him: "Yes, why are you here?"

Xu Chu said: "There is a Muay Thai gym upstairs, and I want to go up there with a comrade in arms." Speaking of this, Xu Chu suddenly realized, "No, you know that person well."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a hat and a dark gray cotton coat came in from outside.The man's hat was kept low, and when he entered the door, he raised his head slightly, exposing his sharp chin and thin lips, then he raised his hand to push up the brim of the hat, and a pair of light brown eyes swept towards Song Wenran's face, The corners of his mouth habitually turned to one side, and he said, "Song Wenran."