Ye Luo Zhiqiu

Looking secretly at Wang Jian who was concentrating on driving, Yang Yong couldn't help being touched. After all, Wang Jian had been with him for more than a year. Although Yang Yong also found Ma Jun after half a year of cooling off, he couldn't deny it. In Yang Yong's heart, he still has a little affection for Wang Jian.

Of course, whether this feeling is love or hate, Yang Yong himself can't tell.Of course, it was precisely because of this feeling that Yang Yong found that he had no strong resistance to Wang Jian.

Sometimes Yang Yong hates himself very much, and when encountering major events, he will have no idea.

In the past, when we were together with Wang Jian, it was often Wang Jian who made up his mind. Over time, Yang Yong also got used to this.

However, I already have Uncle Ma.Yang Yong thought firmly in his heart.

Of course, Wang Jian didn't know what Yang Yong was thinking, but at this moment, Wang Jian still regretted it a little. Of course, there was still a trace of complacency in the regret, let you fly, and finally you came back to me in a weird way?

Yang Yong, who was bored, couldn't help but move his body, and said, "Give me the phone!"

"No!" Wang Jian said in a non-negotiable tone.

"give or not?"

Wang Jian snorted coldly and ignored Yang Yong.

Yang Yong had no choice but to smile wryly, close his eyes, and fell asleep quickly.

When Yang Yong woke up again, the car had already arrived in the city, and the bustling night lights enveloped the whole city, revealing a sense of familiarity.

"Back?" Yang Yong murmured.

"Yes!" Wang Jian agreed.

Soon, the car stopped.

"I'll help you!" Wang Jian opened the door of the assistant seat.

Yang Yong didn't speak, and let Wang Jian help him out of the car.

"This is?" After getting out of the car, Yang Yong froze for a moment, looking at the familiar environment.

"Our home!" Wang Jian smiled.

'our home? 'Yang Yong smiled, but did not speak.

Supporting Yang Yong, he went upstairs slowly.

Open the door and turn on the light.

"After you left, I didn't touch the furnishings here. I hired a cleaner to clean it up. Sometimes I will come over to clean it up!" Wang Jian's voice suddenly became low.

Yang Yong stared blankly at everything as it was when he left. For a moment, a complex meaning and an inexplicable emotion surged into his heart.

"It should have expired half a month ago, right?"

"Yeah, I've renewed it again!" Wang Jian said with a smile, and helped Yang Yong onto the sofa, letting Yang Yong lie on it.

Yang Yong didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little cold for a while.

"Ayong, let's start again!" Wang Jian said suddenly, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Do you think it's still possible for us? Can the house be renewed after it expires, can the relationship be renewed?" Yang Yong lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"Yes, Yong, we can continue!" Wang Jian said anxiously.

"I regret parting with you back then, but I was very sad when you wanted to leave the company!" Wang Jian said in a low voice, Yang Yong didn't see Wang Jian's expression at this time.

"Yes, and then you said that I betrayed your company's information, making it impossible for me to gain a foothold in Shanxi?" Yang Yong suddenly sneered.

"I didn't, Ah Yong!" Wang Jian hastily opened his mouth to defend.

"No? When the company contacted me at the same time, they already told me!" Yang Yong sneered.

"I..." Wang Jian was speechless for a moment.

"Hehe, I've been looking for a job for three months, but I've been fired every time. You're really embarrassing!" Yang Yong continued to sneer.

Hearing this, Wang Jian raised his head, his eyes were red, he stared at Yang Yong and said, "Ah Yong, I didn't, I only said it during the company meeting!"

"Hehe!" Yang Yong smiled undeniably, but didn't speak.

"Are you hungry? I'll order takeaway!" Wang Jian smiled and got up.

"Give me back the phone!"

"I said, don't try to call the two of them again, don't challenge my patience!" Wang Jian suddenly turned around and said with a grim expression.

"That's my business!" Yang Yong lowered his eyes and replied coldly.

"Hmph!" Wang Jian snorted coldly, took out his phone, and started ordering takeaway.

'Uncle Ma, Mr. Zheng, are you all right? 'Yang Yong couldn't help thinking of the two drinking together last night, wondering if he vomited?

Here, after Wang Jian made the phone call, he looked at Yang Yong who was thinking, and couldn't help coming over, sat down, and reached out to stroke Yang Yong's head.

Yang Yong didn't move, he closed his eyelids, raised his eyes, his body tensed slightly.

"Ayong, your parents are calling!" Wang Jian said after a long time.

"When?" Yang Yong opened his eyes and asked.

"Probably after the National Day!" Wang Jian thought for a while before speaking.

"You picked it up?" Yang Yong was a little nervous.

"No, I texted that I was busy with work!" Wang Jian shook his head.

Hearing this, Yang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ayong, we two go back to visit our parents during the Chinese New Year?" Wang Jian tried to speak.

"Yeah!" Yang Yong was upset and couldn't help but agree. Then, he came to his senses, stared at Wang Jian and said, "What did you say?"

"I said, Chinese New Year is coming soon, shall we go back to visit our parents at the end of the year?" Wang Jian looked normal.

"No!" Without even thinking about it, Yang Yong refused.

"You just agreed!" Wang Jian bowed his head.

"Anyway, it's not possible!" Yang Yong said in a strong tone, with an excited expression.

"Okay, okay, I won't go, I won't go." Wang Jian comforted softly.

Yang Yong is not talking.

"Ayong, after you left, I thought a lot. Of course, I can't rule out that Xiao Yuan lied to me." Wang Jian said hesitantly: "I sometimes have a bad temper. When I was with Xiao Yuan, he was the one who accommodated me, but I have a hunch that even if he doesn't lie to me, we will separate sooner or later."

"Your personality is very gentle and quiet. Unknowingly, it has penetrated into my life. In my heart, without you, I am very empty, and I can't live without you!" Wang Jian said emotionally, half kneeling down, Bury his head on Yang Yong's neck.