satan's wings

I learned to hate people at a young age, and when I grow up, I’m going to swallow me up, you bastard!!" Cursing with anger, he beat the child who was curled up on the ground and crying over and over again, and the suppressed crying seemed even more irritating Zheng Shijun's cranial nerves.

That bitch! He actually took away his beloved Jaejoong!

In order to avoid his belt, Yunho cried and crawled into the bottom of the bed, until he fell into the dark bottom and beat heart-rendingly so as not to fall into his flesh again.

There were only father's more angry curses, and the slap of the belt falling on the edge of the bed again and again.

"You bastard, come out for me! If you don't come out again, I'll beat you to death, do you hear me?"

"You little slut, you're a slut just like your mother!! Take all the money and run away, why don't you go with me!"

"I'll let you hide. If you have the guts, you'll stay under the bed for the rest of your life!! Come out and see if I don't beat you to death!"

……

Biting his arm tightly, he hid under the bed and cried bitterly.

His whole body was in severe pain, and every inch of his skin was ripped apart. Hearing his curses, Yunho was trembling endlessly except for biting his arm.

No one will feel sorry for him anymore, and no one will shed tears because he was beaten. He is just an abandoned child, and from then on he is just one person.

So much so that he faced his father's violence day after day, and as he grew older, he began to get used to writing a diary on the last day of each year.

The hatred in his heart deepened day by day, and his personality became more indifferent and even distorted.

If Jin Chengling hadn't taken Jaejoong away at the beginning, maybe the later Zheng Yunhao would not be the same as when they met again...

【journal】

Zheng Yunhao was ten years old in 199

It's the last day of the year, my brother and mother have been away for three years, and I've been living with that man all this time.

At the end of every year, when other people are still welcoming the new year, I have to buy him wine. If I buy less, I will be beaten.

I'm used to his violence, so every time he drinks I won't be home.

But today he went to the cram school and took me home because the teacher called the parents because I hit someone.

I got the first place in the class in the exam, they were jealous of me, they threw stones at me and rotten eggs at me, it doesn’t matter, but the only thing that can’t be said is that I’m a child who doesn’t want my mother, not even my mother and my brother want me!

So I hit them and knocked out their teeth.

I hate the teacher who is indiscriminate, and I also hate my father who behaves like a gentleman in front of the teacher,

Back home, he was still a domestic violence man.

He hung me up with a rope and beat me until the feather duster broke.

But I don't cry, even if the tears are about to come out, I have to hold back,

Because after today I will be one year older, so I won't cry...

Jung Yunho was 1996 years old in 11

11 years old, he was not at home on the last day of this year, he locked me in the study, like before.

As long as I wasn't in school, he would lock me in the house alone.

Sometimes he won't come back after gambling for several days, and he will be locked for two or three days.

There was no water, no food, and there were times when I thought I was going to starve to death, but I didn't want to die at all.

I hung my white clothes by the window to ask the neighbors for help, and only then did I get bread and water.

After a long time, the neighbor's mother-in-law asked me why I didn't let her call the police. I said that my father had a mental illness. In fact, I just didn't want to be beaten to death by him.

But today I didn't ask for help anymore, because I learned to use a hairpin to pick a lock. This is the only thing I am grateful to him for. He taught me to survive in a difficult situation.

After twelve o'clock in the evening, all kinds of beautiful fireworks began to appear in the sky,

The new year is here, and people all over the world are very happy, only I shed tears silently watching those fireworks.

I often wonder if my brother is also watching the fireworks in the same sky as me

Do they remember me...

Jung Yunho was 1997 years old in 12

I'm 12 years old, and I'll be an adult in eight years.

But today I start to worry about whether I will make it to 18.

At school, I would still be isolated and ridiculed as a child abandoned by my mother.

Everyone is bullying me, even the teachers look down on me.

In this year's Mathematical Olympiad competition, I was obviously the first one, but the judges changed my name to that contestant's name because of the power of the opponent's parents.

I was dismissed, but the first test paper was mine.

Just because I'm a child without a mother?

What was even worse was that when I said loudly that it belonged to me, my father slapped me in public and beat me up when he came back.

He tore up my qualification certificate, and when I resisted, he hit me with a wall hanging.

I am not wrong, it is he who took the other party's money, for my reputation and number one, money is more important to him!

So I hate this society, the richer and more prestigious people are, the more despicable they are behind their backs.

He said that without money, I am nothing, and it is the greatest kindness for him to give me a bite of food, otherwise, I will be like a beggar.

An abandoned beggar, even my mother doesn't want me anymore, who else will support me

I am angry, I argue, I hate his expression when he said this, he has no right to speak of me!

And my attitude made him overthrow the bookshelf even more furiously. Before I could get out of the way, I was completely crushed underneath.

At that time, the only feeling was pain. My eyes were blurred by tears, and I was pressed down by the bookshelf and couldn't even move. There was only infinite pain.

But there was only the man's cursing in his ears...

I'm in pain, but there's no one to help me,

His distorted face was scolding me all over his eyes, as if he couldn't see the painful appearance of me being crushed underneath.

mother, brother...

Why do you want to abandon me so cruelly

Jung Yunho was 1998 years old in 13

It has been 7 years, and I, who have been abandoned for [-] years, write these words with my left hand for the first time.

From now on, I will be left-handed all my life.

After being overwhelmed by the bookshelf that time, my right hand could no longer lift heavy objects. I learned to use my left hand during the year when it couldn't move.

Although after a few years it will return to more or less the same as usual, but I decided to use my left hand.

The right hand is just like the original me, only now it's thrown away and I don't want to use it anymore.

Now I, like my left hand, everything is a new beginning.

I used to think that my mother and brother might come back to pick me up in a few years, because I am their relatives, because they said they would protect me forever.

But for seven years, none of them came back, and I am still me.

So, as I became more and more sensible, I learned two words,

fraud.

They are all liars!

After my hand was injured, my father restrained himself a lot, but he started to bring some friends.

People who I don't know often come to the house, people who I feel are very dangerous.

My father would give them money, almost all of it, even my tuition.

Sometimes I will bring women back, regardless of whether I am there or not.

I'm afraid I won't be able to go to university. I want to earn my own tuition, but I can't find a job when I'm 13, and no one wants to recruit child labor.

But fortunately, there are still some private places, because my height is well developed, I lied to them that I was 16 years old.

Delivering newspapers in the community in the early morning,

In winter, you can also shovel snow on the road and deliver milk to grandparents in nursing homes.

The only unhappy thing is that I am young, so I get less money.

But as long as I work hard and wait until I'm 18, I can make more money.

But I want to do it secretly, if he finds out, maybe he will beat me to death,

like he hit his mother...

Jung Yunho was 1999 years old in 14

Finally, 14 years old, but I don't know if I can continue to survive.

There are more and more strangers haunting the house, and my father would buy things from them every night, and then hide in the room and stay alone for a long time.

He is getting thinner and thinner, and his money is getting more and more used. I don't even have money for food.

When I was hungry, I wandered outside every day, followed some people I didn't know, sometimes I only ate once a day, and sometimes I didn't have to eat for several days.

Occasionally, I can buy steamed buns and dip them in soy sauce, but when I walk down the street and look at the houses, my parents, younger brothers and sisters are welcoming the New Year with joy and laughter, I can’t help but cry.

Who said that he was reluctant to leave me, and who said that he would stay by my side and protect me for the rest of his life?

They're all liars...

My stomach is still aching, and my stomach hurts. My wish for this year is to have a full meal.

Since my father bought those things, his temper has become more and more irritable, and he would even talk nonsense and hit me suddenly with things.

I dare not go home, and he doesn't need me to go home.

So, I want a full meal, I want to leave that house completely,

The home that doesn't make me laugh.

2000 Jung Yunho. 15 years old

It hurts, my whole body hurts, and now the hand holding the pen is shaking...

This is the last time I call that man father

He took all the money he earned secretly on the last day of this year.

I thought he would get angry and hit me when he found me like this,

But he was laughing after he took my money and told me to work more, to drop out of school, to work more jobs to make money!

Only now do I know that the "thing" he has been spending money on these past few years is a drug that has been called a drug.

He drove me out with a knife like a madman,

I haven't gone to college yet, but I don't think I'll have a chance to go to college again.

My hands still hurt until now, and the veins in my blood vessels were bruised and swollen. When I ran away crying and wanted to leave the house, he crazily grabbed me back to the room and hit me on the back with a vase.

He even pressed me on the table, took a needle and injected his meth into my veins, and I cried and begged him, but he didn't stop.

He said that only if I get involved, I can't live without that thing, and I will be willing to give him money.

I hate him, hate that kind of cold foreign body swimming into my blood little by little.

I'm so sick, so painful, so scared

But no one can save me.

Liars, those who say they will protect me forever are liars!

Jung Yunho was 2001 years old in 16

Maybe I won’t keep a diary in the future, I’m already 16 years old,

I was out of school, and from the moment a man injected me with drugs, I vowed to be strong.

I am still 2 years old and I am not yet able to fight against my current fate, but I told myself that I can no longer accept my fate as before.

I started not going home like a man, that home was nothing more than a beautiful empty shell to me,

I hate that man, and I hate the man who abandoned me.

During the years of my torture, neither my so-called brother nor my mother came back to look for me.

Outside, if there is no food to eat, I will steal,

If there is no money to spend, I will grab it,

Without a bed to sleep in, I went under the bridge.

snatched things from dogs and slept with beggars,

Sex in my blood, I hate it but can't get rid of it.

The rich will beat me and scold me

Those who have no money will instead give me a bite of food...

Just like a hamburger dropped on the ground, rich people will trample it into a patty and treat it as garbage, but I will pick it up even if it is moldy, and I feel that if I have a meal, this is life.

Therefore, I hate all the people in this world who regard themselves as superior, and one day I will be superior to them.

In the two years since I left, I have been beaten by gangsters,

In order to make money, also act as a clown on the street,

Followed by a group of performers, stepping on blades and topping boulders,

I have followed the magic sticks of the rivers and lakes, drank the "holy water" that the spells were burned to ashes,

I have also been a thief who has picked locks and smashed other people's cars...

This is my life now,

Fortunately, I met that person later, and I called him Brother An.

Jung Yunho was 2002 years old in 17

On this infinitely dark path,

Stepped on the soles of my feet by countless people, even if I bleed, I am the only one licking my wounds in the dark...

I don't know how many years I can keep a diary,

I can no longer describe my current life in words. All the money is earned with my life.

I will repay the life that man gave me little by little,

But I will remember all the people who treat me badly,

I, hate everyone!

Jung Yunho was 2003 years old in 18

The last diary, I finally reached the age of 18,

After tonight, I will put away this notebook and burn it.

No one will know the path I have traveled in the past, and no one will know that I have been abandoned.

My life started from now on, from L Jung Yunho,

But always just remember these two words:

fraud!

return home

"Dear travelers, please note that the next stop is Chungcheongnam-do, and the last stop, Gongju, is about to arrive..."

Sitting alone by the window in the car, listening to the announcer's voice prompts, staring at the cavernous track outside the car for a long time,

Everything is so familiar and unfamiliar to Zaizhong.

Subconsciously, he grasped the backpack on his lap. It has been 14 years, and it took 14 years for him to come back here.

Many of the places that were originally idyllic have been built with high-rise buildings, and the muddy paths that I stepped on when I was a child have now become muddy cypress roads.

The city and the environment have changed so much, do you know if people will do the same?

Childhood memories gradually came to mind as the car moved forward, the night mixed with laughter and tears, the departure of his mother and him, and the crying of his younger brother.

Perhaps, he will never forget the thin figure of Yunho slapping the glass like crazy by the window at that time in his life,

His tears, his despair, and his hatred are all remembered in his life.

Now he is 23 years old, Yunho will be 22 soon,

He didn't know if he had a good life in the past ten years or not.

I don't know if he still hates him and his mother.

Will you recognize me when we meet?

Or, where do you work now...

More and more questions made him both excited and scared.

He can't wait to know what Yunho looks like now, whether he is doing well, whether he is healthy or not

And I was afraid that he would hate me when I met him, and I was afraid that he would question myself why I waited so long to find him, why I didn't want him in the first place...

Staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze, he really had a lot of things he wanted to say to him.

More than ten years ago, her mother took her to a new home, but there was also a younger brother named Junxiu in that family.

Junxiu's health is not good, and he and his mother were repulsed at first, because of his illness, the stepfather can only let his mother put aside the matter of taking over Yunhao.

Unexpectedly, this release lasted 14 years, and he had no chance to come back until now.

Slowly lowering his eyes, he took out his cherished mirror frame box from his backpack, and there was a folded address card inside.

He stroked it carefully, and half an hour later the cave car finally arrived at the terminal.

"Dear passengers on the journey, the terminal is here, please take your luggage and prepare to get off..."

Pulled back from his thoughts by the voice broadcast, he quickly put away the frame box and stuffed it into his backpack. The moment he got off the car, he subconsciously took a deep breath.

Fortunately, there is still some familiar taste, the taste of hometown.

Looking up at the tall buildings outside the station, he raised his arms to block the glare of the sun, and squinted his eyes in discomfort.

Although the current environment has changed a lot from the past, he still walks in the direction of his home based on his childhood memories.

It was only when he was really looking for it on foot that he deeply realized that it was really difficult to find a place after more than ten years.

Not only the road signs have been changed, but many places where houses used to exist have also been demolished. It took him two hours to find his original residence, but it has also been turned into a food processing factory.

His temples were wet with sweat, he stared at the factory in front of him stupidly, and the address card in his hand slipped to the ground.

There is no trace of any houses in the entire large-scale factory site.

Yunho, father, where are they now?

A little unable to accept the shock, seeing that the guard room at the gate of the factory was still open, he walked over quickly to ask what happened. He was really unwilling to come back after more than ten years. The answer would be like this.

"Well, uncle..." Knocking on the door of the guard room, he only saw a man in his middle age who was blowing on a fan and reading a newspaper.

"Well, who are you?" Startled, he fixed his glasses and stared up and down at the person who suddenly appeared at the door. The uncle was obviously surprised by his appearance.

He is really a very delicate boy. If he is not wearing sportswear and has a flat chest, he really thinks this is a girl who likes to dress neutrally.

"Hello, my name is Jin Zaizhong. I would like to ask, is this a housing complex?" Pointing to the factory inside, Zaizhong was not sure how much the uncle in front of him knew.

"Ah, it seems so. What's the matter with you?" Putting down the newspaper in his hand, he got up and walked to the door. He looked at the boy in front of him again. The uncle guard's tone softened a little.

"Well, it's like this. I used to live here. I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know that this place has been remodeled. I want to find my relatives, but I don't know where they have moved now,"

He has always been very polite, Jaejoong knows very well that this factory is the key to find Yunho's current address.

"Oh, that's it... It seems that when the factory was newly built, the entire community was bought, and the people in it seemed to be sponsored by the group to relocate. But with so many families, I don't know where to relocate specifically,"

Hearing the uncle's words, Zai Zhongyuan's eager eyes fell into disappointment again.

Biting her lip subconsciously, what should I do now.

Could it be that he really wants to be separated from his brother for the rest of his life?

"But son, if you are really anxious, you can try to find the boss of our group. The person in charge of the group at the factory should know about such details." Maybe it was because of his disappointed look, or maybe it was because he was looking for him. Touched by the sincerity of the person, the guard uncle added another sentence.

"Really? Thank you, Uncle!" His emotions became agitated again, and his words seemed to give Jaejoong hope again.

"Hehe, you're welcome. Then, this is the address of our head office, you can go there and ask."

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Excitedly took the business card he handed over, Zai Zhonglian thanked him a few times before leaving.

Carrying the address card with the company name on it, he regarded it as a treasure like a child.

This is the only way he can find Yunho, he can finally find his brother, so he has to try anyway.

I looked down at the business card again, TOHO, what a special name...

Address, Gwangju

Laughing, looking up at the blue sky stained by the sun again, he sped up his pace and left the factory. On the way to the new train bound for Gwangju, he was completely unaware that after getting on the train, he became the envy of everyone in the train. .

Not to mention, he will embark on another track of his life.

【Gwangju, TOHO】

Carrying a large pile of documents, he staggered to the door of the president's office. Because he was wearing high heels, Li Dahai almost sprained his feet.

Finally came to the office with heavy documents, but was blocked by the damn Choi Minho.

"Hey, why don't you let me go in and I'm about to die..." With wide eyes and vomiting blood, she lifted it up so hard that her waist almost couldn't be straightened.

Looking at her blankly, Minho reached out and took the pile of documents, "The president said, I don't want to be disturbed."

"Don't tell me he's..."

"You can go." Before she could finish speaking, she turned around and sent the documents in, and then closed the door with her foot.

His complexion was extremely bad, staring at the door that closed in front of her, Li Dahae really wanted to grab the high heels and throw them in and hit him on the back of the head!

"Sister, how are you? Have you seen the president?" But soon, other female employees outside the office surrounded her in a low voice, all staring at her, their eyes almost enlarged into star eyes.

Slanting eyes raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and then tapped the door of the president's office with his chin, Lee Da Hae really had enough, "I was taken in!"

"Ah, really?" After saying that, the female employees quickly gathered around the glass window, scrambling to grab the window sill and look inside.

Their president was still sitting at the desk, drawing on the drawing board.

Still so handsome, so temperament~~

But, what happened to Choi Minho holding the document!

Put half of the documents on the table, pull out the love letters in the middle, and throw them all into the trash can...

"Ah, Minho, you bastard!" So, the girls almost frantically broke through the glass, but Choi Minho suddenly walked to the window, which surprised them.

Smiled slightly, and then pulled the isolation curtains to completely isolate those women. It was not the first time that Choi Minho did this.

On the contrary, it was their president, still sitting on the desk holding a pen, staring at his drawing board in a daze.

Black bangs parted sideways and frowning, Changmin has been in a daze for three hours.

"Master, when are you going to see it? It's been a few months, and I wiped the painting every day." Silently sorted out the documents that should be used and put them on his desk, staring at his painting, Cui Minhao looked loveless,

"Also, just now the factory called and said that someone would come to the company to inquire about the demolition of the housing complex on the ground when the food factory was first built a few years ago..."

"Shh...don't make noise, I'm still imagining what she looks like..." interrupting him, he narrowed his eyes deeply intoxicated.The tip of the pen tapped his chin from time to time, Changmin was still working hard, "Who knows what happened for so long."

"You've been imagining it for several months, and I haven't seen you draw her face." Sighing, he pointed to the picture of a beautiful woman with no facial features on his drawing board, and was dismissed from the topic just like that. Cui Minhao was a little speechless, "A face That's all, there are so many beautiful stars and models now, just find one and copy it."

Because of his words, he opened his eyes and looked at the image of his face that had been blank for several months. Changmin always wanted to draw the first beauty in his heart. But after painting and drawing, the body was drawn, but how could the face be drawn? also dissatisfied,

"There are many beauties and celebrities, but that kind of feeling, does the feeling know that you don't understand it?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and frowned even tighter. Every time he raised the pen and put it down again, what kind of facial features can feel right?

"The requirements are really high... What kind of face do you want?" Still staring at the painting, Choi Minho admitted that the style of the painting is indeed beautiful, but without a face, no matter how you look at it, it is scary.

"I want that kind, amazing, yet unstained from mud..." subconsciously murmured, Changmin really liked that feeling.

He once dreamed of it in a dream, but he couldn't remember it at all when he woke up, and he couldn't draw it anyway.

This time Minho tightened his eyebrows, "Don't you think these two are contradictory? If you are amazing, how can you get out of the mud and not be stained?"

"I..." Just as he was about to say something, Changmin's cell phone rang suddenly, and he checked the caller ID, it was his father.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Changmin answered the phone while turning the paintbrush, Changmin was still imagining his own painting, but after listening for half a minute, he immediately jumped off the desk.

"Yeah, got it, umh." As soon as he hung up the phone, he quickly asked Cui Minhao to put away the drawing board, "Pack it up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Neatly remove the drawing board and stuff it under the desk cloth, fold up the stand and the paintbrush and dye box and put them in the safe, every time like this, Minho is also used to it, "The president is coming again"

"Not only him, but also that devil girl Park Jiyeon," Changmin said as he took off his suit as quickly as possible. Changmin didn't want to stay any longer. "What are you still doing? Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" There was no response.

"I'll let you undress and change!"

Heartbroken, he went straight to take off his coat and put it on himself, then found a square frame from the bookcase and put it on.

Changmin didn't want to have any interaction with her, "Hurry up, pants!"

……

At the same time, at the main entrance of the TOHO building,

He held up his business card and looked at the group signboard on the top floor of the building. After making sure that he was in the right place, Zaizhong walked towards the entrance of the lobby with his backpack on his shoulders.

But soon he withdrew again. Firstly, there was a security guard at the door, and secondly, he had no appointment and no special status.

Just enter the lobby like this, even if you get to the front desk, the people in front will definitely say that the president is not there, and the chance of him seeing the president of TOHO is only [-]%.

Well, then he can only enter in another way.

He tightened his backpack and walked around the entire building again. After finding that the roof of the coffee shop next to the building was connected to the TOHO building, he immediately entered that coffee shop.

"Miss, bring a cup of mocha to the rooftop."

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment..."

Smiling, I ordered a cup of coffee and went up to the rooftop. Because it was noon, and the sunlight was strong, almost no one was sitting on the top floor.

I looked left and right at the exit connecting the rooftop and the TOHO building. It should be for the convenience of the employees on that floor of the company to order food, and there is a special glass door separating it.

His heart skipped a beat, and he climbed to the edge of the roof and jumped to the glass door. He tried to push the door and found that the door had a combination lock, which couldn't be opened from the outside.

Can't help but feel a little frustrated, he still can't get in after a long time!

But as long as he thinks that this is the only shortcut for him to find his younger brother, he will not be reconciled, and he can't just give up like this!

Gritting his teeth, he took off his backpack and took a few steps back, staring at the glass door, intending to hit it directly.

Because of the special material, he couldn't see the inside, and he couldn't see the outside either.

So, when Changmin was wearing Minho's clothes, he ran all the way to the corridor on the 4th floor and wanted to leave the company from the coffee shop next door.

Unexpectedly, he had just entered the password, and as soon as he opened the glass door, a figure slammed into him.

Tong———a heavy muffled sound accompanied by wailing, he just landed on the back of his head without reacting at all.

God doesn't know where a person popped out, and actually pressed on him!

Accompanied by the sound of his glasses cracking against the corner of the wall, Jaejoong was also extremely frightened, and he slammed into the door with all his strength and hit the human flesh pad.

There's a little pain in the forehead, uh, like he hit the other person's nose, and the glasses...

"Hmm!" The back of his head hit the floor so painful that it almost swelled up, and his nose was so painful that he was numb. He covered the bridge of his nose and pushed the person on him to sit up. Changmin suddenly had the urge to beat someone... Pain!

There was even a stream of heat flowing down his nostrils to his palm.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" He pushed him and fell back down, but seeing his nosebleed, Jaejoong didn't blame him for using too much force, after all, it was his fault.He quickly took out a wet face towel from his pocket and tore it open. Fortunately, he left a pack when he got off the plane, "I don't know, there will be someone behind the door..."

A sudden chill came from the tip of the nose, followed by a faint fragrance.

Unprepared, the other party wiped the nosebleed with a wet face towel, and upon hearing his apology, Changmin finally frowned and looked up at the other party's face carefully.

Little did he know that with just one glance, he fell deeply.

Black eyes that seem to be talking, an indescribable beauty between the brows and eyes, extremely fair skin, and jelly-like lips, how can there be such a boy in the world...

He was stunned for a long time, his head froze for a moment, a thought that had been stagnant in his mind suddenly exploded like a rocket, he seemed to know how to draw his painting!

"I'm sorry, uh, you can raise your head up..." After wiping his nose bleeding a few times, his nosebleed didn't stop, so Zai Zhong reminded him to raise his head up.

After regaining consciousness, he took the remaining face towel in his hand to block his nostrils, pinched his ankles vigorously and raised his head,

This little nosebleed is not enough for Changmin to take it seriously, "I said, who are you? Why are you here?"

"I..." I wanted to say something, but since he came out from the inside, he must be an employee of TOHO, so Jaejoong didn't hide it, "I want to find the president of TOHO, but the main entrance can't go in, so... ..."

The high-raised head suddenly lowered, staring at the person in front of him, Changmin almost bit his own tongue, he didn't remember having such a beautiful male friend before, "You, why do you want him?"

"……"hesitate.

"Tell me, maybe I can help you," rubbing the tip of his nose and glaring at him, Changmin's gaze was fixed on his brows and eyes, really pretty.

"You can help me" Thinking that he is an employee, he is more likely to help than himself, but Jaejoong is still afraid that he will be ruined.

"Well, I have a good relationship with the president, so I can help convey it."

"It's really great!" Excitement is more grateful, Jaejoong can finally find Yunho's contact information, "Then please ask your president for me, your company was established in South Chungyeong The food factory developed in Gongju demolished the residents of the community on the ground at that time. I just want to know where those residents have relocated now, please!!"

Bow and bow at a standard 90 degrees to thank him, this is Jaejoong's last hope, and also his greatest hope.

"Don't do that, I'll help you," quickly helped him up, Changmin was shocked by such a big gift, and was more moved by his sincerity, "It's for this, so you are here to knock on the door"

"Hmm..." Nodding in embarrassment, Jaejoong couldn't help looking at his nose when he thought of the scene just now.

"Is it someone important?" Asked carefully, Changmin suddenly wanted to know what kind of person could make him so persistent.

"My younger brother, and my father." Every time his younger brother is mentioned, Jaejoong feels a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

It was also because of his melancholy eyes that Changmin decided to help him, obviously this was only the first time they met, "It turns out that they are relatives, don't worry, I will definitely convey it to you..."

But before the words fell, the voice of his own bodyguard came from far away and approached. He secretly yelled that it was terrible, and he immediately ran away, "Run!"

"Hey, where are you going? My bag..." Inexplicably being dragged away, Jaejoong didn't react at all.

Picking up his bag on the ground and pulling him across the edge of the coffee shop's roof, Changmin didn't have time to explain to him.

Panting until both of them ran far away, Jaejoong didn't know what he was running, "I, I said... what are we running"

"It's nothing, yes, someone is chasing me..." Holding his knees and panting, because he was running so fast, Changmin didn't know where the face mask stuffed in his nose fell.

"Do you owe someone money?"

"MO!" He widened his eyes without even thinking about it, as if I would owe money, but soon Changmin realized, "Ah, yes... I owe a little."

Panting, Jaejoong couldn't help but feel disgusted when he really answered, "The debt collectors have already gone to the company, and it's just a little bit."

"Hehe, are you caring about me?" It was rare to see his different expression, and Changmin's mood changed inexplicably.

Seeing that there was still a little dry blood stain on his nose, and his appearance was quite funny, Jae Joong couldn't help but smile, that way of raising the corners of his mouth and smiling faintly surprised Changmin, and also made his heart skip a beat.

He actually fell in love with a man...

Seeing him in a daze, Zai Zhong just wanted to ask him, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated quickly, and he glanced at the caller ID, stepfather.

His expression changed in an instant. Looking at the time, he really delayed too long.

Putting his backpack on again, in order not to let his stepfather know that he was here, he had to say goodbye to Changmin, "Thank you for today, please! I still have things to go back first, let's go first."

"Um, hey..." Appearing suddenly, walking away suddenly, looking at his running back, Changmin suddenly felt strange in his heart.

He wanted to say a few more words.

After running a few steps, Zaizhong turned back in a hurry, "By the way, my name is Jin Zaizhong, and this is my phone number. Please let me know as soon as you have the result, please!"

Bow again and run away, his time running out.

Saying his name silently, Changmin stopped him again, "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what's the name of the brother you're looking for!"

"Yunho! Zheng Yunhao!!" He quickened his pace, but turned around and responded with the loudest voice.

When saying this name, Jaejoong's face was full of cherishment and pride, as if it was his most precious thing.

"Zheng Yunhao..." Looking at his back for a long time until he disappeared at the crossroads, he said the name, and finally stared at the phone he left for himself, Changmin smiled