Ye Luo Zhiqiu

Wang Jian came back soon, with a notebook bag in his hand, threw it on the sofa, and sat down without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yang Yong smiled, reached out and took out the notebook from the bag, and skillfully turned it on, while Wang Jian stared at Yang Yong with a dark face.

Simply, there is wireless here, try to connect to the Internet, and it will be connected soon, and the laptop can access the Internet.

With Wang Jian around, Yang Yong didn't dare to do anything. He just downloaded some software, etc., and read news on the Internet.

The whole afternoon passed like this, Yang Yong behaved well, and Wang Jian's complexion became better.

When it was time to eat, Wang Jian took the initiative to order takeaway, and Yang Yong went online on his own, ignoring Wang Jian.

"Well, Ah Yong, let's talk!" Wang Jian couldn't control it at first. Yang Yong was very quiet and kept surfing the Internet, but Wang Jian was in more pain. He kept watching Yang Yong surfing the Internet, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Yong squinted at Wang Jian and continued to read the news.

"You and them?" Wang Jian opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Hmph, you want to know?" Yang Yong sneered, without turning his head.

"I need to know!" Wang Jian said solemnly.

"Why should I tell you?" Yang Yong turned his head and sneered, then picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, took a deep breath, and looked at Wang Jian provocatively.

"Say it!?" Wang Jian suddenly became expressionless, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous omen came to Yang Yong's heart.

"What do you want to hear?" Yang Yong compromised.

"Are you with them?" Wang Jian hesitated, wanting to say those two words.

"Sex, isn't it?" Yang Yong sneered at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath of the cigarette, let it out, and then looked at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian didn't speak, but stared at Yang Yong, the meaning was obvious.

"I did it!" Yang Yong lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I like Uncle Ma."

"What about me?" Wang Jian's voice was suddenly filled with suppressed anger.

Yang Yong didn't speak, and smoked quietly. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and said faintly: "I used to like it!"

Wang Jian immediately showed a hurt expression, and immediately became angry, like a wounded wolf, with red eyes.

"You bitch!"

Hearing Wang Jian's words, Yang Yong smiled and laughed at himself, "Yes, I'm cheap, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to the bar that day!"

Wang Jian was short of breath, apparently suppressing the anger in his heart.

"You don't think that if I come back with you, I will agree to be with you, right?" Yang Yong sneered.

"I like Uncle Ma, he is better than you!" To add fuel to the fire, Yang Yong somehow added: "And the sex is very gentle, I am very comfortable!"

"Snapped!"

Unbearable, Wang Jian was furious, and slapped Yang Yong hard.His eyes were full of anger and tyranny.

His face was hot, Yang Yong smiled instead, and looked at Wang Jian provocatively.

The two didn't speak, just looked at each other.

Soon, the meal ordered by Wang Jian arrived.

After taking a cold look at Yang Yong, Wang Jian stood up.

Yang Yong looked relieved, even though he pretended to be provocative just now, his heartbeat has already intensified.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Yang Yong is a masochist. He did this for a purpose.

The dinner ended in this discordant atmosphere.

After the meal, Wang Jian still stared at Yang Yong full of gunpowder, while Yang Yong surfed the Internet on his own.

However, Yang Yong felt a little guilty in his heart.

"You like being fucked so much?"

While Yang Yong was reading a book, Wang Jian said this sullenly.

Yang Yong was stunned for a moment, blinked, pondered for a while, lit a cigarette, and ignored Wang Jian.

"I'm asking you something!" Wang Jian suppressed his fury.

Yang Yong didn't know how to answer, and finally he gave a hesitant answer.

"what!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Yong felt that the atmosphere was not right, and looked up, and sure enough, Wang Jian was full of anger, and his majestic face gave off a hideous look at the moment.

"You really like being fucked?" Wang Jian laughed, and there was an indescribably coldness in the laughter.

I don't know if it was because of the weather, or because Wang Jian's words were too lethal, Yang Yong felt chills all over.

Carefully moving the place, Yang Yong stopped talking and looked at the computer absent-mindedly.

"Don't worry, I will satisfy you!" Wang Jian sneered, and then, he stepped forward and roughly pulled Yang Yong up. When the latter took a light breath, he relaxed and pulled Yang Yong to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yong was startled, struggling subconsciously.

"go to bed!"

Yang Yong suppressed his anxiety and followed Wang Jian to the bedroom.

Should you think so?Yang Yong thought subconsciously.

Lying on the bed, Yang Yong finally heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed and closed his eyes.

In the room, it was pitch black.

Yang Yong thought that Wang Jian would do something, but Wang Jian was a bit rational after all, so he didn't do anything.

Yang Yong was worried in his heart, according to Wang Jian's current moody appearance, when he was violent, Yang Yong was shocked, but when he was gentle, he couldn't bear it.

In the dark, Yang Yong thought wildly, and then thought of Uncle Ma, who has not been contacted for two days, wondering if Uncle Ma is in a hurry?

Wang Jian might also have been taken seriously by Yang Yong, and his back was facing Yang Yong at this time, which also made Yang Yong breathe a sigh of relief.

After a long time, when Yang Yong was about to fall asleep, Wang Jian suddenly turned over.

Almost subconsciously, Yang Yong opened his eyes instantly. In the darkness, he couldn't see Wang Jian clearly, but Yang Yong felt that Wang Jian stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.

Yang Yong tried his best to pretend to be asleep, and slowly controlled his breathing in a stable stage.

"This time, I won't let go!" The firm voice came out of Wang Jian's mouth, but it was depressing and dull.

Yang Yong didn't speak.

"Ayong, I know you haven't slept, but don't try to escape."

In the darkness, Wang Jian spoke coldly.

Yang Yong froze, smiled wryly, and sighed.

"What are you doing!"

"Ah Yong, people only know how to cherish when they lose. I have already lost you once, and I don't want to lose you again!" Wang Jian moved closer to Yang Yong, buried his head on Yang Yong's neck, and said in a low voice. Open your mouth.

"But you know, we have no chance now!" Yang Yong closed his eyes.

"You did it so badly back then! Although I don't blame you, do you think I will still be with you?"

After saying this, Yang Yong immediately noticed that the arm on his body moved.

"I do not have!"

"No!?" It seemed to be a rhetorical question, but also affirmative, Yang Yong smiled and stopped talking.

There was nothing to say all night, the next day, Yang Yong got up, and habitually reached out to touch, the side was empty.

He opened his eyes and took a look, sure enough, Wang Jian was almost gone.

Slowly got up, put on his clothes, came to the hall, looked at the notebook on the coffee table, Yang Yong had a smile in his eyes.Uncle Ma, wait for me.

Sit down, look at the note next to the notebook, smile, and put it down.

The note said: Ah Yong, I will go to the company and come back at noon.

Turn on the computer, connect to the Internet proficiently, and quickly download a virtual phone.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Yong's mouth.

He deftly dialed Uncle Ma's phone, and there was a notification that he was connecting. Hearing the unique dialing sound, Yang Yong became excited.

Soon, the phone was picked up.

"Hello?" A familiar voice came from the phone, from which Yang Yong clearly felt tired.

Yang Yong's eyes turned red quickly, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

"Hello?" On the phone, Ma Jun spoke again, Yang Yong tidied up quickly and spoke.

There was excitement in the voice.

"uncle!"

"A Yong?" On the phone, Ma Jun's voice was very puzzled, and then he said excitedly, "A Yong?"

"It's me!" Yang Yong was equally excited.

"Where are you?" On the phone, Ma Jun asked anxiously.

"I'm in Shanxi!" Yang Yong said truthfully.

"Sorry, Uncle, I made you worry!"

"Is it Wang Jian?"

"En!" Yang Yong nodded, and then asked with concern: "Uncle, what's on your head?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury!" Ma Jun's voice came from the phone, and Yang Yong could hear the joy in his voice.

"Why did you leave with him?" After that, Ma Jun asked.

At that moment, Yang Yong smiled wryly, and briefly talked about what happened after he left. Of course, he mentioned the matter of Wang Jian's abuse, and he didn't want Uncle Ma to worry.

At this time, Yang Yong didn't notice at all that an angry figure had slowly come behind Yang Yong.Yang Yong was too involved, or rather, that note.

Upon hearing that Yang Yong was beaten by Wang Jian, Ma Jun's voice immediately revealed infinite anger.

"Where are you now? I'll find you!"

"I'm in xx community, xx road, xx district, Taiyuan!" Yang Yong said quickly.

Afterwards, the two told each other how much they missed each other.

Knowing that Ma Jun had barely closed his eyes for two days, Yang Yong became anxious and forced Ma Jun to sleep.

Finally, Yang Yong reluctantly hung up the phone.

He could hear a trace of fatigue from Ma Jun's voice, probably because he had been looking for him for the past two days.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yong's mood suddenly brightened, and the haze in his heart dissipated invisible.

"You are very capable. Can you also make calls on the computer?" An angry voice came from behind Yang Yong.

The smile on the corner of Yang Yong's mouth froze, did Wang Jian leave?that note?

Immediately, a strong force came, and Yang Yong was slapped on the sofa, and Wang Jian's voice came down hard.

Raising his eyes, he met a pair of crazy eyes with a ferocious expression.

It's Wang Jian!

: Well, I was going to write two chapters today, but I got a phone call and chatted with my friend for an hour, so I just finished writing this one now. The next chapter is probably very late, maybe after one o'clock.