Wen Zhiyu's jaw line was tight, his face was like frost, and his gaze was like a sharp ice knife, slashing at Yan Qingzhou mercilessly.

Everyone didn't expect Wen Zhiyu to suddenly turn his face, Wen Zhiyu in the past, although his attitude towards people was indifferent and distant, but he was very polite.

In the eyes of others, his eyebrows are soft, gentle as jade, like an ancient humble son.

But at this time, his face was gloomy, his eyes were like arrows, and he was as fierce as the dark night Shura from hell, how could there be any kind color in the past, he squinted his eyes at Yan Qingzhou lying on the ground, his steps were heavy, and he walked towards him step by step, and as he walked, he loosened his tie a little impatiently, and the feeling of anger burned in his chest, and the fire burned the plains, burning all his sanity.

A few strides over, bent down, grabbed Yan Qingzhou's collar and pulled him up, Yan Qingzhou didn't stand firmly, Wen Zhiyu clenched his fists, and directly beckoned him with a fist.

The strength was so great that he could even hear the crisp creaking of the bones, Yan Qingzhou's body was thrown out again, and he staggered to the ground, and the corners of his mouth instantly became bloodshot.

The pain in his arm was numb, but at this time, Yan Qingzhou could still laugh, his teeth were stained scarlet with blood, as if he had encountered something happy, and he smiled happily.

Wen Zhiyu was stimulated by his laughter, and he kicked Yan Qingzhou's abdomen again, and his laughter was stiff and painful.

But no matter how Wen Zhiyu beat him, he never fought back, and let Wen Zhiyu vent.

There was a lot of sighing and screaming.

The scene fell into chaos, Yan Qingzhou had been beaten beyond recognition, Wen Zhiyu had a posture of wanting to beat Yan Qingzhou to death, but he scared people a lot, and hurriedly went up to pull the fight.

As a result, as soon as he grabbed Wen Zhiyu's arm, Wen Zhiyu shook off his backhand with an extreme attitude, his black eyes seemed to be stained with blood, scarlet and terrifying, and he yelled at the person behind him: "FUCKOFF."

Yan Qingzhou was like a pile of mud, paralyzed on the ground, his clothes were full of blood, he lay flat, coughed a few times, and smiled weakly: "I didn't expect it, the first time you beat someone, it was me who beat me." ”

Although it was a relaxed tone, it was inexplicably heavy and bitter.

"I said it." Wen Zhiyu grabbed his collar, the green tendons on the back of his hands bulged, the knuckles of his fingers creaked, and his breath was slightly unstable, coming out of his throat heavily, word by word, gritting his teeth: "Don't provoke her." ”

Yan Qingzhou suddenly couldn't laugh, his eyes were heavy, looking at him deeply, the first time he saw such a hysterical Wen Zhi, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and it was strange and uncomfortable.

"I just feel like you deserve better."

Wen Zhiyu suddenly raised his eyebrows, hooked the corners of his mouth, and asked eerily, "Better?" You? ”

Yan Qingzhou's expression froze, and he looked at Wen Zhiyu in astonishment.

The anger in Wen Zhiyu's eyes was replaced by a tsunami-like disgust, he threw away garbage, shook off Yan Qingzhou, stood up straight, squinted his eyes condescendingly, and said in a cold voice: "You don't disgust me." ”

Yan Qingzhou seemed to have a string in his head, and it instantly tightened straight, his whole body tensed, and even his breathing became lighter, his eyes flickered, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Wen Zhiyu's gaze.

“youknohat？ (Did you know?) Wen Zhiyu slowly squatted down, his arms on his knees, his voice became lighter, but full of intimidation, "You're refuckingpieceofshitinmyeyes!" (In my eyes, you're a piece of shit!) ）”

"I'll warn you one last time, put away what little bit of your mind is."

"Stay away from my woman."

Yan Qingzhou provoked, divided, and made bad means, he was not unclear, on the contrary, he knew it.

Not explaining it thoroughly does not mean connivance, just being too lazy to deal with it.

When he was still dating Fang Yue, Yan Qingzhou also used the same means to come in from time to time to intervene, escalating the contradiction between him and Fang Yue.

The reason why Yan Qingzhou did this, he knew that it was not because Yan Qingzhou liked Fang Yue, but because he had already seen through his disgusting feelings.

He is a very boring person, he can see everything clearly, but he will hold it in his heart.

He didn't excuse himself either, when Fang Yue and Yan Qingzhou secretly Chen Cang, he chose to ignore it, it was indeed because he didn't like Fang Yue enough, and it happened that Yan Qingzhou gave them a reason to end.

And Yan Qingzhou's kind of feelings, he has pretended not to know for so many years, it is completely for the overall situation, for the sake of interests, the two of them are working in a hospital, they don't look up and look down, and tearing their faces is not good for him.

But now, Yan Qingzhou has been provoking again and again, is he really dead?

Seeing him touch slowly, his whole body was like being thrown into the fire, extremely angry, and he couldn't calm down.

After Wen Zhiyu finished speaking, he no longer glanced at Yan Qingzhou and left directly.

The tight string, with a "snap", broke in vain, and the heart-rending pain came belatedly, and it smashed down overwhelmingly, Yan Qingzhou's face was pale, and layers of cold sweat floated, and only then did an injured person react.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

knew that Wen Zhiyu had always turned his face and didn't recognize people, but he still couldn't bear this kind of extremely aggressive words, and his heart was piercing.

Yes, he is strict and light, and he likes Wen Zhiyu.

It's not brotherly love, it's the love that only comes from men and women.

Wen Zhiyu was right, it was disgusting, he knew it.

Once, when he discovered his deformed feelings, he struggled and suffered painfully, but all this was like a swamp, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

He's not gay, he just happens to like a man.

He didn't dare to show this kind of unaccepted feelings, he wasn't afraid of others laughing at him, he was afraid that Wen Zhiyu would be disgusted.

Every day he gets along with Wen Zhiyu, he is worried, worried that he is not hiding deep enough, Wen Zhiyu is a very observant person, he is afraid that Wen Zhiyu will notice, but at the same time, every day he will have a trace of luck, thinking that maybe Wen Zhiyu will have the same feeling as him? After all, they grew up together, and he spent more time with him than anyone else.

But that day, a boy's rose was devastated by Wen Zhiyu's merciless blow, and his illusions were shattered.

He has met many of Wen Zhiyu's girlfriends.

This unknown taboo has been suppressed in his heart for many years, accumulating little by little, far exceeding his load, and he needs a way to vent.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he is becoming more and more perverted.

is so perverted that if he can't touch Wen Zhiyu, he will touch the woman he has touched.

In the past, changing a woman is like changing clothes, and if you get tired of it, you will throw it away, and the longest relationship is only a month.

But Fang Yue broke anyone's record before.

He once thought that Wen Zhiyu was really emotional this time, and he made up his mind.

Although he was jealous of Fang Yue, he still chose to bless them, and being able to be happy in Wen Zhiyu was his greatest happiness.

But Fang Yue is not gentle and sensible on the surface, she is in turmoil.

He intervened between them, not deliberately trying to break them up, but to test Fang Yue and test whether she was qualified to stay by Wen Zhiyu's side.

However, as it turned out, there was no qualification.

A few words of rhetoric and a few romantic flowers successfully made her betray Wen Zhiyu.

The love in her mouth for Wen Zhiyu and the sea is more fragile than glass.

That's why he said that Fang Yue is a bitch.

The same is true for Yu slowly, because of temptation, but I didn't expect that Wen Zhiyu's feelings were tested.

Scold.....

Wen Zhiyu, his faith, one day, will also be infected with love.

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Wen Zhiyu went to the parking lot.

Pull open the door and get into the car, turning the air conditioner to the lowest, trying to cool the manic anger inside.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, but I became more and more agitated.

In this impetuous state, the afternoon work must not be able to continue, he opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and called Ann, briefly explained some relevant work in the afternoon, and then hung up the phone and drove away.

Ann slowly sent Yu home, and after Yu slowly returned home, she couldn't calm down at all, although Wen Zhiyu didn't have any expression at the time, but that look made her heart furious.

In just ten minutes, it was so slow that it seemed that a time had passed, and she was so panicked that she had no master, he must have misunderstood.

Just when he was slowly about to pick up his mobile phone to call Wen Zhiyu, there was a sudden gentle movement at the entrance, and Yu slowly looked over excitedly, the door opened, and Wen Zhiyu walked in.

His shirt was messy, his tie hung loosely around his neck, his white shirt was stained with blood, his face was gloomy, and there was a sense of oppression around him.

Yu slowly saw the blood, his heart froze, and his first reaction was to think that he was injured.

Hurriedly ran over, "Where are you hurt?" ”

He touched his body up and down until he saw his hand hanging down at his side, the blood had dried up and solidified, so he slowly became nervous and grabbed his hand: "Your hand is bleeding!" ”

I wanted to go and get the medicine box to treat his wound, but he directly withdrew his hand, slammed the door with a "bang", and walked into the living room as if no one was around.

He walked to the sofa, and the whole person was embedded inside, sitting in a leisurely and lazy posture, with his head high, leaning on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Yu slowly and cautiously walked over, kept staring at his hand, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find any wounds, and then he was relieved that it was not his blood.

Although Wen Zhiyu closed his eyes, he could still feel Yu Slowly's burning and caring eyes.

My heart suddenly panicked.

Originally, he felt annoyed when she wasn't there at first, but now that she's back, she's right in front of him, and he feels even more annoyed for some reason.

Ying's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and it was folded into the word "Chuan".

He opened his eyes, got up slightly, reached out and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took one out, put it in his mouth, unscrewed the lighter, and lit it.

took a sharp puff of cigarette, and then, the thick white mist spit out from his mouth continuously, looking at her through the smoke, his dark eyes were in a trance, and even his expression was a little disorienting.

Momently, he beckoned to her and motioned for her to come over.

Yu slowly saw Wen Zhiyu smoking for the first time, this gloomy appearance made her heart frightened, she swallowed her saliva, moved a few steps, and before she could walk in front of him, he lost patience and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the sofa, fell beside him, his hand grabbed her chin, and his cold gaze fell on her lips, "Did you touch here?" ”