Chapter 1873

Behind his back, the heat, accompanied by a man's painful breath, makes Jingrong's heart turbulent. Just still cool face, slowly ease down, become a lot of soft.

He took Wen Yanzhi's hand off his shoulder and said in a warm voice, "come with me."

Wen Yanzhi refused to let go of him, holding him obstinately like a difficult child. It's like as soon as you release it, the illusion will disappear.

Jingrong felt the great uneasiness in his heart, which was not the taste in his heart.

Patient coax him, "I don't go, you release me first."

Wen Yanzhi looked at him uncertainly. Jingrong takes his hand and shoves him into his car.

He was in the co driver's seat, and Jing Rong was in the driver's seat. Jing Rong bends over to buckle the seat belt to Wen Yanzhi. Wen Yanzhi looks at the good-looking face so close to him that his eyes sink. He holds the young man's face in his hands and wants to kiss him.

"Don't move!" When his lips come together, Jingrong drinks softly. He stares at Wen Yanzhi. "Have you just vomited?"

Wen Yanzhi's lips curled up.

Jing Rong lightly hooked his lips, "I'll remember to gargle for a while."

Wen Yanzhi was fascinated by his faint smile and didn't notice what he just said. But without time to think deeply, he was pushed back by Jingrong.

"Sit down and don't move." Jing Rong buckled his seat belt smoothly.

Now Wen Yanzhi was obedient and did not move in the passenger seat. Jingrong drives. He has no strength in his right hand. He only relies on his left hand. Very attentive.

However, I can still feel that Wen Yanzhi's eyes have been frozen in his face. Not for a moment.

"Where are we going?" Wen Yanzhi asked.

"You'll know when you get there."

Wen Yanzhi nodded. For a moment, he said coolly, "today is my birthday."

"Well." Of course he knows. Otherwise, how could he come to his birthday party?

"Everyone here today has given me presents. What about yours?"

Jing Rong tightened the steering wheel, "I'll give it to you in a minute."

"Cut ~ I don't think you brought anything when you came."

Jing Rong turns his head and looks at Wen Yan without saying anything.

The car, not driving long distance, soon stopped.

"Get out of the car." Jingrong put the car off and turned to look at the man around him. Wen Yanzhi untied his seat belt and glanced out of the window. Outside is a magnificent hotel.

Wen Yanzhi asked lazily, "what are you doing here?"

Jing Rong got out of the car and threw the car key to the doorman. Without answering Wen Yanzhi's words, he went in.

As soon as Jingrong went in, someone had already sent the door card.

Wen Yanzhi walked behind, looking at the young man's back, his heart suddenly jumped up, his whole body inexplicably hot.

Shit!

It's an illusion!

If it wasn't an illusion, how could he bring himself to such a place?

Jingrong took the card and went to the elevator. When he looked back, he saw Wen Yanzhi standing in the same place, as if he had been taken out of his soul.

He sighed helplessly, turned back, pulled his shirt sleeve, "gone."

"You You take me to the house? " Wen Yanzhi asked in disbelief, but his steps followed suit.

The tone of this is not light, not to mention Jingrong, even the people who come and go around also hear it.

Everyone held back a smile. Jing Rong blushed and became angry. "Wen Yanzhi, do you want to know it all over the world?"

He took Wen Yanzhi and strode to the elevator.

Wen Yanzhi's whole person is still in consternation, and can only be led by Jing Rong.

Because of this cognition, he was excited and turbulent in Nanning. But when he got to the room, he calmed down.

No way!

He's avoiding himself. During this period of time, he has been persistently pursuing him, but his attitude has not changed at all.

This time, they even went abroad without saying a word.

If he has such a little bit of his own mind, he will not be so ruthless.

He has no feelings for himself, not at all!

Wen Yanzhi was afraid.

Afraid of holding too much expectation, the result is waiting for him is a deeper disappointment. Therefore, he did not dare to have any expectations.

As soon as he entered the room, he said, "you go! I don't need you here with me. "

Jing Rong looked at him and stuffed him into the bathroom, "go to take a bath."

He closed the door for Wen Yanzhi himself, remembered something, opened the door again and walked in. He squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and handed it to Wen Yanzhi, "gargle. Wash it clean. "

Wen Yanzhi looks at the youth. Jingrong was a little uncomfortable by him, and his long eyelashes fluttered, "don't stare at me, hurry up. I I'll wait for you outside

In the last sentence, the voice was much lower. Then he looked at him again, "don't you want a gift? I'll give it to youBefore Wen Yanzhi comes back to God again, Jingrong has already brought him out.

Inside.

Wen Yanzhi stood there, still confused. What kind of gift could he give himself? In fact, everything is good. As long as it's a gift from Jingrong, he will treasure it as a treasure.

However, nothing is good.

He's leaving.

No matter how good the gift is, it can't comfort his heart.

Wen Yanzhi took this bath for half an hour.

Jingrong was outside looking at the time. When he was almost impatient, the bathroom door was finally pushed open.

Wen Yanzhi came out with a bath towel tied.

Jing Rong raised his eyes, and his eyes on the young white face inexplicably fly a touch of red. He stood up.

"I'm done with it." After taking a bath, Wen Yanzhi became more sober.

The more sober, the deeper the depression.

He lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, lifted his eyes and looked at Jingrong. "What gift? Show it to me. "

Jing Rong walked towards Wen Yanzhi step by step. The hand hanging on the side of the body was tight and tight.

He looked up at Wen Yanzhi, who was much higher than himself. Suddenly, he reached out to smoke the cigarette between Wen Yanzhi's lips. Wen Yanzhi frowns, but he has not recovered. He has been held up by Jing Rong, and he is suddenly suppressed.

Two people, lip and lip meet. Wen Yanzhi was shocked severely and kept a close eye on the youth. As if to see through the youth.

Jing Rong learned his tricks and tossed on his lips. Even, the tip of the tongue should pry open the gentle tongue.

However, this person, but incomparably indifferent. His kiss can't be exchanged for a gentle response.

Jingrong suddenly felt like a clown singing a monologue, which was particularly bad.

After a while, he was defeated.

Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi, "you Don't you want it? "

Wen Yanzhi breathed heavily. He caught fire in his eyes, but there was a trace of coldness between his eyes, so he looked at Jingrong from the top to the bottom. That kind of man's momentum and momentum made Jingrong feel pressure.

He asked coldly, "is this the gift you want to give me?"

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