second benefactor

Tan Sheng rushed out of the room, hugged Ye Ziyou, hid behind his back, and glared at Wei Yutian: "What are you doing?"

Ye Ziyou gently tugged at the corner of Tan Sheng's clothes, but was completely ignored by the other party.

The two stood facing each other in a serious atmosphere. For a moment, Wei Yutian suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "What capacity is Mr. Tan standing here to pay attention to the private affairs between Ziyou and me?"

Tan Sheng blurted out: "As his current boyfriend, I should pay attention to his ex-boyfriend, can't I?"

Wei Yutian's expression changed suddenly, he looked at Ye Ziyou coldly, and his tone was suddenly gloomy: "Is what he said true?"

Ye Ziyou took a deep breath, looked away, and walked towards the back room indifferently: "Yes."

Wei Yutian's face suddenly became ugly.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Tan Sheng present, he finally swallowed it, and only said angrily: "Very good."

Tan Sheng folded his arms around his chest, squinting his eyes slightly: "Hurry up, I don't like you, what about your son You... Tsk."

"Tan Sheng!" Ye Ziyou's suppressed growl sounded.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Tan Sheng turned around, pushed Ye Ziyou in, without looking back, "Mr. Wei, I'm sorry to see you off."

Tan Sheng knocked on the door and locked Wei Yutian outside.

It was the first time for Wei Yutian to be closed door at such a young age, his face turned green with anger, but he was thinking about the elegance of successful people, so he swallowed his anger back.

After entering the room, Tan Sheng snorted coldly, and turned around, only to find Ye Ziyou's face was terribly ugly.

It was the first time he saw the other person's expression like this, he couldn't help being startled, and muttered in a low voice: "...do you really like him so much?"

Ye Ziyou took a deep breath: "Sorry."

"Hey." Tan Sheng took a step forward, leaning his head on his shoulder a little arrogantly, "Let me lend you my shoulder."

Ye Ziyou pressed her forehead, her voice was cold: "No, thank you."

Tan Sheng was taken aback.

Ye Ziyou raised his head and looked at him seriously: "I know you were kind enough to say that just now, but in the future, try not to say such things as much as possible. It's easy...to cause misunderstandings."

Tan Sheng had good intentions, but the other party didn't appreciate it at all, and his brows suddenly flared up. He frowned fiercely and said, "You still blame me for meddling?"

Ye Ziyou is very serious: "Yes."

"..." Tan Sheng held his breath in his throat and couldn't get it out. After a long while, he continued, "Misunderstanding, what is the misunderstanding? Misunderstanding the relationship between you and me, Ye Ziyou, I don't dislike Tan Sheng You, you still despise me in turn?"

"I didn't." Ye Ziyou frowned slightly, "I just..."

He paused, lowered his head, and pursed his lips: "I'm just afraid that others will misunderstand you because of me."

Tan Sheng was taken aback.

Ye Ziyou continued: "After all, I have a special status, so I'm not a serious person."

As he spoke, he clenched his hands slightly, turned around and walked into the room, as if he didn't want to continue entanglement with Tan Sheng.

But Tan Sheng's heart suddenly fell, and he stared blankly at the back of the other party, unable to speak for a long while.

After a long time, he kicked the stool beside him angrily, strode towards the bedroom with big strides: "Did someone say something bad to you?"

Ye Ziyou was lying on the table writing something, and when she heard this, she raised her head, a little confused: "No."

The other party just looked very aggrieved, and in a blink of an eye he started writing something like a normal person, and Tan Sheng felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

After a long time, Tan Sheng let out a foul breath: "Forget it."

He didn't bother to care about it.

In fact, Ye Ziyou is very good like this, sad for only three seconds, although he looks at many things seriously, a little less fun, but these seriousness, in Tan Sheng's view, are a little silly and cute.

Especially when he answered one of his joking questions seriously.

Tan Sheng had never known such a person before—he lived very hard and earnestly, and there seemed to be no pretense in his life.

He stayed in that fake world for too long, and when he suddenly met a real person, he felt damn dirty.

However, such a clean person does not know how many times he has rolled in the mud pit.

Tan Sheng leaned on the door frame and looked at Ye Ziyou for a long time, then suddenly blurted out: "If what I just said is serious..."

"What?" Ye Ziyou tilted his head slightly, looking at him quietly with dark eyes.

In those eyes, Tan Sheng suddenly felt an unprecedented timidity.

This kind of timidity came from the inside out, making him feel that if he didn't have a certain mentality and the courage to go forward, he would definitely not be able to say such words to Ye Ziyou.

It's true that he doesn't deserve it.

So Tan Sheng swallowed those words again, and said with a smile: "Didn't I say that I find Wei Yutian particularly unpleasant?"

Tan Sheng stood up straight, approached Ye Ziyou, sat down on the table, and said, "You like him so much, if I don't like him, will you be particularly upset with me?"

"No." Ye Ziyou shook his head lightly, "He has nothing to do with me."

"Tsk." Tan Sheng seemed to be testing, "But you still like him."

Ye Ziyou's ordinary gaze moved, as if a stormy sea was set off in an instant, but in an instant he took back the huge emotional fluctuation, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked normal: "Sometimes, liking someone doesn't mean that you will It's all about protecting each other."

"And liking this kind of thing is uncontrollable. Even if you know what the other party is doing wrong, or even those places are extremely bad, you still...can't control the feelings gushing out from the bottom of your heart."

"Tan Sheng, have you experienced this feeling?"

Ye Ziyou glanced at him lightly.

Tan Sheng pursed his lips, subconsciously avoided the other party's sight, and the smile on his face faded.

After a long time, he jumped down from the table, stood on the ground, clapped his hands, and said, "I have never experienced it before. I have only felt the gushing emotions of others towards me."

Ye Ziyou shook his head lightly, feeling a little helpless.

Tan Sheng shrugged his shoulders, and talked eloquently: "You don't know, that girl has been chasing me for four or five years, and I chased her... Her head is getting big, and she went abroad with great difficulty, and I finally got rid of her."

Ye Ziyou's pen tip paused slightly: "Be nice to her."

"Huh?" Tan Sheng stopped.

"You only saw her being difficult, but you never saw her being sad." Ye Ziyou smiled softly.