Today is also a day that I don't want to be cannon fodder

Unexpectedly, someone would appear out of nowhere, Pei Jia was so frightened that he almost jumped up, he immediately turned his head and squeezed out a few tears from the corner of his eyes, looking so pitiful.

It's a pity that Sheng Fan is like a blind man, his eyes are all glued to Wen Yan's face.He took a step forward, his tall body was like a towering giant mountain, snatching the air that Pei Jia depended on for survival, his cold voice seemed to have some cold smiles: "Did you hit it?"

"I..." Of course Pei Jia didn't dare to admit it, he looked at Wen Yan who had already started watching the show for help, and suddenly had an idea, "I'm just defending myself!"

"It was Senior Wen Yan who threatened me and said he would block me!"

The words were spoken so loudly that they sounded as if they were true.Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, his deep pupils reflected Pei Jia's innocent look, and he really wanted to applaud him.

With his ability to open his eyes and tell lies, he really can't compare to Pei Jia.

The smile on his face gradually widened, Sheng Fan's hand lightly rested on Pei Jia's shoulder, the shadow shrouded the seemingly pitiful him, a half smile but not a smile: "Really?"

Pei Jia, who couldn't see his expression, thought that Sheng Fan really believed his lies, so he quickly hit the snake on the stick, stretched out his arms to hug Sheng Fan's chest, and slowly passed his soft and boneless fingers with a somewhat ambiguous taste. With tense muscles, the clean voice became more and more pitiful: "Of course...otherwise how could I do it? Mr. Sheng, it's possible that you still don't believe me!"

Seeing the two who were not communicating on the same channel at all, Wen Yan almost died laughing beside the door frame. He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and was very much looking forward to how Sheng Fan would reply to the self-indulgent Pei Jia.

Sensing Wen Yan's attitude in watching the drama, Sheng Fan also glanced at him helplessly, his dark eyes were full of unconscious tenderness.

Really, if it wasn't for Wen Yan's anger, he would have to act like a monkey to accompany this mentally ill person?

"Then how do you want me to believe you? Huh?" The deep voice was like the sound of heaven, hitting Pei Jia's sensitive and sentimental glass heart.

Pei Jia was so happy that she couldn't even control her expression. He bit his lower lip hard, forced a few drops of tears to hit Sheng Fan's shoulder, his small body pressed against him, and his chest rose with his breath. Ups and downs: "Mr. Sheng, I hope I can prove it anyway."

He straightened his waist and rubbed against Sheng Fan's chest pretending to be innocent, his dexterous tongue seemed to have licked the other's Adam's apple inadvertently, and his clear and transparent eyes were full of innocence.

"But I don't need your proof." Sheng Fan gave Pei Jia this cruel answer with a chuckle, and the hand that was still on the other side's waist suddenly grabbed the back of his neck.

The force was so strong that even the surrounding skin was stretched so tightly, Wen Yan felt the pain for Pei Jia just looking at it.

Pei Jia originally thought that he could hook up with this well-known financial backer in the industry, but unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly. He was so pinched that he couldn't even breathe. His fingers struggled to push Sheng Fan's hand away, tears were like tears. Don't want money to flow out in such a big way, it is much more real than before.

"Sheng...Mr. Sheng...let go...let go..." After speaking, Pei Jia's tone changed, he begged and stared at the cold-faced Sheng Fan, really thinking that he was going to die here.

Aware of this, Pei Jia glared viciously at Wen Yan, who was not hurt at all, his face turned black instantly, but in the next second he returned to that pitiful and innocent look.

His movements were too big, Wen Yan saw that before he had time to express his feelings, Sheng Fan let go of his hands first.

Pei Jia, who was finally saved, didn't dare to go up casually, but she didn't dare to leave either, so she just stood there, her body trembling.

The three of them were silent in the corridor for a few seconds. Pei Jia opened her mouth cautiously. She was about to say something to please Sheng Fan, but before she could say anything, a crisp and loud slap knocked him unconscious.

You must know that Sheng Fan's beating strength and his beating strength are simply the same as the sky and the earth.Even if Pei Jia used [-]% of his strength to hit Wen Yan, at most it would only leave a mark. Sheng Fan was different, but only used [-]% of his strength, Pei Jia's head was crooked by him.

Wen Yan couldn't help frowning, he stared at the blood dripping from the corner of Pei Jia's mouth, his moist eyes were involuntarily stained with worry.

"Sheng Fan." The voice was so light that no emotion could be heard, but Sheng Fan suddenly broke into a bright smile. He turned around and wanted to walk to Wen Yan, but suddenly remembered something and stopped. own footsteps.

Pulling Pei Jia's hair fiercely with one hand, Sheng Fan bent down, his murderous pupils locked on the other person who was already shivering, and his mocking and smiling voice echoed in the empty corridor: "Don't let me see you looking for Wen Yan again."

After saying this, Sheng Fan ignored Pei Jia who had fallen to the ground and lost his image, grabbed Wen Yan's wrist and directly pulled him into the room, and slammed the door behind him.

It was rare for Wen Yan not to resist, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the person who was about to pull him to the bed, and finally twisted his wrist to remind him.

"What's wrong? I'm not so angry." Wen Yan smiled lightly as always, but this smile never reached his eyes.

Sheng Fan couldn't get angry when he heard this. He sat on the sofa like an old man, with his two long legs directly on the coffee table: "Why are you so good-tempered? You can't refuse me before." The momentum?"

"Besides, aren't you just a newcomer? Why are you afraid of him?" Sheng Fan paused for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yan who was standing there, "You, a young master of the Wen family, are afraid of him?"

"Yo, do you know that I'm the young master of the Wen family?" Wen Yan chuckled with a clear meaning.

Sheng Fan didn't bother to use this incident to mock his meekness of IQ, his bony fingers carefully touched the red mark that hadn't faded, and his aura turned cold.

He regretted it, he should have beaten that reckless person just now so that his parents couldn't recognize him.

"No matter what your identity is, you just turned around and left after being beaten!"

"Then what do you think I should do?" Wen Yan smiled, the depression of these days seemed to dissipate with Sheng Fan's heart-warming actions.

"Hmm..." Sheng Fan actually didn't think about what to do for the best, but in his heart he absolutely couldn't accept that the treasure he kept on top of his heart was allowed to be bullied like this.

"Whether you fight back on the spot or have a physical confrontation with him directly, you may be beaten up by Pei Jia." Wen Yan was very calm, his clear eyes reflected the bright chandelier above his head, and he smiled slightly.

"In this case, why can't I start with what he cares about most?"

And Wen Yan is not the kind of soft persimmon who can be manipulated by others. He didn't report on the spot, just because he has a better plan later.

After understanding his words, Sheng Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but after a few seconds, he still couldn't help feeling sorry for Wen Yan, he rubbed against Wen Yan's side face, his short and hard black hair was tied up unconsciously Feeling a little itchy, a helpless smile bloomed on his face.

Like comforting a large dog, Wen Yan stroked Sheng Fan's hair with a clean voice: "Don't forget, I am Wen Chu's younger brother."

No matter how dandy he is, the essence of a businessman is something engraved in his bones.

This kind of Pei Jia only knows how to play tricks with him, and his play is still not popular, he doesn't even bother to really care about the other party.

But if one day he really stepped on his bottom line, Wen Yan would never be merciful.

After all, he is not a good person.

After comforting him, Wen Yancai went to the kitchen and poured Sheng Fan a glass of iced juice, similar long legs lazily folded on his knees: "Okay, let's drink the juice."

Sheng Fan stared at the glass of yellow-orange liquid in front of him like he was looking at his mortal enemy. He didn't want to drink it, but when he thought that it was Wen Yan pouring it for him, he suppressed his reluctance and picked it up obediently.

After one bite, it is full of sweet and greasy taste.This made Sheng Fan's brows completely knotted, but in the blink of an eye, he showed a shallow smile again, staring at Wen Yan's slender and fair neck with expressions, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The two were speechless one after another, Wen Yan glanced at Sheng Fan from the corner of his eye while swiping his phone, and soon found that the juice on the table was basically untouched.

"Don't you like drinking juice?"

Is he misremembering?But if he remembered correctly, Sheng Fan should like to drink juice. After all, every time Sheng Fan and Pei Jia were together in the book, Pei Jia would always give someone a glass of orange juice.

"Hey...no." Sheng Fan quickly denied it, so as not to leave a bad impression on Wen Yan, he reached out his hand and touched the right cheek that was getting red and swollen, "How about I go out and buy some medicine for you?" Let’s go for a while? Otherwise, it’s not easy for you to go out like this.”

"You don't need to buy medicine, just apply ice directly."

Wen Yan didn't care about this little injury. After all, the skin wasn't even broken, and it would only be red for a few days at most, so just be careful when you go out.

"Then I'll get you some ice!"

Sheng Fan volunteered to go to the kitchen, Wen Yan blinked and scanned the other party several times seriously, and finally shook his head solemnly, rejecting his kind behavior.

Wen Yan jumped into the kitchen by himself, and took out an ice pack from the refrigerator that someone had prepared for him. He looked at the other drinks on it, frowned and struggled for a few seconds.

Still picked up another clean glass, poured a glass of soda water, and added a few drops of lemon juice to it by the way.

Holding an ice pack in one hand, and holding the refilled glass of drink in the other hand, he placed it in front of Sheng Fan. Wen Yan put the ice pack on the red and swollen place and gasped.

His voice was muffled by the pain: "If you don't like juice, try soda water, it's not as sweet as juice."

Sheng Fan didn't expect Wen Yan to prepare a new glass of water for himself. He stared at the casual Wen Yan with more and more complicated eyes, his soft heart seemed to be gently scratched by something.

Wen Yan, how can you be so gentle?

The deep voice was tinged with depth, Sheng Fan squatted in front of Wen Yan, and gently took the icy bag for him: "Okay."

Now that someone has taken over the job, Wen Yan is also happy to be at leisure, but the pain that comes from time to time is still stimulating his drowsy brain. He can't help but shift a little in Sheng Fan's direction, smelling the cologne on the other party's body .

It actually smells good.

[The author has something to say: Ask for votes and comments, I really feel like I am on a single machine, and then I don’t even have the motivation to write... Sigh]