Chapter 90 Ring

"you laughed."

"Um?"

"You just laughed," Tan Zheng propped up his upper body and went to Ren Zhaoyuan, "Show me."

Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing: "What's so beautiful."

"There's nothing better than your smile."

Anyone who hears nice words is in a good mood, not to mention that these words are from someone they like.

The corners of Ren Zhaoyuan's lips hadn't even flattened yet, but he turned back to lie down following Tan Zheng's strength, but it was really annoying to look at him so straight. Stop in mid-air.

There was a ring at the base of the ring finger at some point.

Not a living ring.

The size was too tight and he didn't notice it.

Ren Zhaoyuan turned his left hand to look at the irregular pattern engraved on the outside of the ring, and Tan Zheng held his breath and watched his facial expression without blinking.

There was no obvious joy or resistance, it seemed that most of them were surprised, and there was something that Tan Zheng couldn't tell for a while, but it didn't look like he didn't like it.

Tan Zheng could feel the beating in his chest, and as the conclusion based on the analysis of the subtle expressions gradually stabilized, he suddenly stopped when he saw Ren Zhaoyuan about to pick it up: "Hey!"

Ren Zhaoyuan stopped.

Tan Zheng grabbed his hand and sat up from the bed, frowning between his brows, his eyes swaying slightly, his voice dropped, and he said in a low voice, "Don't you like it?"

In fact, when it comes to a ring that is not exaggerated in style, there is no absolute like or dislike. What matters is the attitude towards the ring and the things behind the behavior.

Ren Zhaoyuan wanted to make an abstract, which only meant that he didn't want to.

But he had clearly changed it himself before, otherwise Tan Zheng would not have rashly put his ring finger on him.

The progress between them has always been decided by Ren Zhaoyuan. As long as Ren Zhaoyuan doesn't want to, Tan Zheng never pushes forward without authorization.

We are already together, we already have what we want most, and don't have so many demands on other Tan Zheng.

But not taking this step forward is not the same as having already taken it and then going back.

Moreover, this ring was custom-made according to the ring finger of Ren Zhaoyuan's left hand. It is not suitable to change it to the middle finger.

Where this is a step back, it can be said that it is about to return to before liberation if it is exaggerated.

Tan Zheng put the four fingers of Ren Zhaoyuan's left hand together and clenched it tightly. Looking at the poor man, he was aggrieved: "Are you still angry? If you are angry, send it to me, don't pick it up..."

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while: "I'll take it off and take a look."

"real?"

"What are you cheating on?"

Tan Zheng let go of his hand, but the next second he picked it up: "Then look at me."

"The two of us are different," Ren Zhaoyuan said, still taking Tan Zheng's in his hand, "I can't even look at it, and I won't let you pick it at once?"

Tan Zheng really didn't want Ren Zhaoyuan to take it off for a second, but he already knew what Ren Zhaoyuan meant and it seemed unreasonable not to let him take it off.

For a moment without answering, Ren Zhaoyuan also put Tan Zheng's ring on his ring finger, and turned a small half circle to align the lines of the two rings.

The letters are artistically treated and the lines are connected, making it difficult to see what it is when looking at just one of the rings.

"Whose design is this?"

Tan Zheng let out an "ah", and seemed a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and scratched the side of his neck: "I drew a rough draft and asked a foreign designer to refine it."

When Zhaoyuan took office, he was well-known in the domestic jewelry design industry. All designers with some achievements knew him. Maybe there would be some intersections. It was too easy to reveal his secrets. Tan Zheng could only go abroad to find him.

"I'll introduce you to you if you want to meet me."

"No," Ren Zhaoyuan smiled and turned his hand to take a closer look at the two rings together, "I just want to know who the idea is and how it is so close to me."

Tan Zheng quickly understood what Ren Zhaoyuan meant by coming, and because he was too surprised to believe his guess, he held Ren Zhaoyuan's hand wearing a pair of rings in his hand and pinched it a few times before asking tentatively, "You designed a ring for us. ?"

"Well," Ren Zhaoyuan pulled out the necklace around his neck, "Isn't it normal?"

Tan Zheng's eyes lit up suddenly, pressing him down and kissing him heavily.

"Shen... um..."

"When was it designed?"

"You get up..."

"Is it done? Can you show it to me, I want to see it."

"Um...you go first..."

Ren Zhaoyuan was pressed and pushed, but he couldn't push it away. A slap on his back didn't hurt or itchy. Finally, he pinched his waist and twisted it for half a turn to get Tan Zheng up.

It didn't even count, Tan Zheng directly took him and turned it up and down.

Ren Zhaoyuan could feel Tan Zheng's excitement. Recently, the two of them have been awkward. It is rare for Tan Zheng to relax like this. Unable to withstand the toss, resisting ineffectiveness and being fiddled with, people easily get annoyed.

With his arms wrapped around, Ren Zhaoyuan angrily lowered his head and bumped his shoulder, causing Tan Zheng to rub his forehead and laugh: "Don't hit the bone, does it hurt?"

It really hurts a little bit, but I can hear Tan Zheng laughing, and the annoyance dissipated. Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't get angry anymore, so he pushed Tan Zheng to let him go: "I'm going to get the tablet for you to see, it's finished, but I haven't started working on it yet."

Tan Zheng circled him and didn't let go: "Don't worry."

"Aren't you in a hurry now?"

"Well," Tan Zheng put his hand on his forehead and pressed lightly, "Just tell me."

"The engraved pattern is the same as your idea, the material is all platinum," Ren Zhaoyuan raised his hand to look at the two rings next to each other, "but I designed the upper edge to have irregular ripples, and the lower edge was embedded with a circle of diamonds, two rings. The ripples of the ring are combined in the middle of the artistic body of our two names, and the letters are not as full as yours."

"It sounds prettier than this, and when it's made, I'll replace it with the one you designed."

"It's good to be simple and simple, and this one is pretty good."

"As long as you like it," Tan Zheng pressed his face to his forehead, "Does it still hurt?"

Obviously they were all bones, but only Ren Zhaoyuan's forehead hurt, and Tan Zheng's shoulder was hit and he didn't respond at all.

"It doesn't hurt, but the back is sore," Ren Zhaoyuan shrank down the muscles that were propping up against his chest, thinking that he was afraid that he would struggle again, and said in advance, "It's early in the morning, you should stop."

"Blame me, blame me," Tan Zheng rubbed his jaw against the top of his hair, holding his left hand with one hand and rubbing his waist with the other, "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

"Don't sleep."

"Then lie down for a while."

"Um."

Talking about not going to sleep, but Tan Zheng didn't talk to him any more, he was quiet, and massaged comfortably, and before he knew it, he fell asleep again in a daze.

When he woke up, he was still lying on Tan Zheng's body, but he didn't move at all.

Ren Zhaoyuan slid down to one side, Tan Zheng turned sideways to face him, retrieving his recovered leg and wrapping it around him: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Well, I'm awake," Ren Zhaoyuan didn't bother to take it back, "Isn't it numb to press for so long?"

"It's not numb, it's comfortable for you to press."

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled, moved his left hand to signal Tan Zheng to let go, and pulled out his hand to take off the ring that was obviously loose but never fell off.

Tan Zheng stretched out his hand consciously, and Ren Zhaoyuan raised his eyes to see the sparkle in Tan Zheng's eyes and couldn't help but smile, so he didn't put it on immediately.

"It seems too disrespectful?"

Tan Zheng's expression froze, and he stretched his hand forward again: "Why don't you be serious, if you wear it for me, be serious."

"Wear it for you, I didn't say I wouldn't wear it for you," Ren Zhaoyuan saw that he was anxious and reluctant to make trouble with him, so he held his hand and squeezed, "We'll get up in a while, get down on one knee and put it on for you, and then ask if you would like to. ."

"Yes, yes, I don't need you to kneel, I won't let you kneel in my life."

Ren Zhaoyuan's brows moved slightly, seeing that he was really impatient and didn't delay any longer, but he sat up first and put the ring on the base of his ring finger for Tan Zheng, who was sitting up next to him. some strength.

Tan Zheng leaned forward and heard Ren Zhaoyuan ask with a faint smile, "You won't let me kneel in this life?"

"No."

"Then," Ren Zhaoyuan chuckled, leaning close to his ear, "Who pressed me last night..."!

Tan Zheng stood up abruptly and covered Ren Zhaoyuan's mouth, covering most of his face with one hand: "You—"

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't hide, he just let him cover it, his brows and eyes were full of smiles with bright ridicule, he reached out and touched someone's hot ear, his eyes smiled even more.

Tan Zheng was unprepared just now, but Ren Zhaoyuan suddenly came in like this and didn't hold back. When he regained his senses, the instinctual panic disappeared, and he could follow Ren Zhaoyuan's army.

"I forgot," Tan Zheng changed from sitting to kneeling and squatting, and slowly pressed down on Ren Zhaoyuan, "try it again."

Ren Zhaoyuan pushed Tan Zheng away as soon as he got out of bed and ran, and he was almost at the door of the bedroom without wearing his shoes.

Tan Zheng was pushed to the side of the bed, and shouted at him with a smile, "Slow down!"

"I do not."

Tan Zheng walked out slowly with his home slippers, found someone at the sink outside, crouched down and held Ren Zhaoyuan's ankle and lifted his foot to put on his shoes.

Ren Zhaoyuan was washing his face, the foam on his face hadn't washed away, he followed Tan Zheng's strength to lift one foot and put on a shoe to stand firm, then lift the other foot to put on the other shoe and stand firm again, just opened his eyes after washing his face. He saw the person in the mirror who was washing his hands with his arms stretched out from his waist looking at him and smiling.

It was so pleasing to the eye.

Ren Zhaoyuan's gaze stopped on that face for a while, and finally he managed to pick out something he could say: "It's time for you to shave."

Tan Zheng raised his chin in front of the mirror: "You shave it for me."

"Okay, I will follow Mr. Tan's instructions."

"Heaven," Tan Zheng leaned on Ren Zhaoyuan's shoulders, "forgive me."

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the mirror and smiled.

A little green stubble appeared before the caller rang. Tan Zheng held up half of the foam and went to get Ren Zhaoyuan's mobile phone. Seeing Ren Zhaoyuan smiling, he couldn't help laughing, he knew what he looked like now.

"Smell the phone."

The two exchanged a razor and a mobile phone, Ren Zhaoyuan answered the phone next to him, and Tan Zheng shaved in front of the mirror.

Hearing Ren Zhaoyuan say "Watch the time of uncle and aunt", Tan Zheng pricked up his ears while washing his face.

The ceremony for the meeting had already been prepared, just waiting for Ren Zhaoyuan to speak.

Ren Zhaoyuan didn't know if he noticed that Tan Zheng was slow, and turned on the speakerphone. Tan Zheng listened and wiped his face. After drying, he took a bottle of moisturizing water and poured it into the palm of his hand.

There's no way, I can't be exquisite with Ren Zhaoyuan, and I feel pressured if I don't pack myself up and go out.

"My parents said that Tan Zheng's appearance is easy to attract peach blossoms."

Tan Zheng's movements froze, and he defended Ren Zhaoyuan with an innocent face - "I don't".

Ren Zhaoyuan responded to Wen Gu with a taut smile, and then heard Wen Gu follow up: "He even sent me a piece of news about him this morning."

Now Tan Zheng couldn't help himself: "What news?"

"That's right—" Wen Gu paused for two seconds to react, "Brother Tan? No, it's already past ten o'clock. On weekdays, don't you both have to work?"

"Not busy," Tan Zheng answered succinctly and asked again, "What news?"

"Damn capitalists..." Wen Gu muttered to himself, "I'll pass it on to you, it's just something that catches the eye of the public. Only elderly people believe it. I explained it to them."

Tan Zheng clicked on Ren Zhaoyuan's mobile phone to remind him: "Thank you."

[An annual salary of one million, the support of the conference, no comfort, President An Yu did this for the first secretary]

At first glance, he knew that it was nutritious, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't see it enough, so he read the title word by word.

Tan Zheng made a soft "hiss" and tried to scratch him, but Ren Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Don't go back, click in and have a look."

Wen Gu felt that he was being poisoned by the sour smell of love across the phone, and hurriedly shouted to stop: "I'm hanging up, you guys can play."

Ren Zhaoyuan remembered the business and suppressed a smile: "We're not busy recently, just let my uncle and aunt set the time."

"Okay, by the way, brother, when did you come back?"

"I have something to do temporarily, so I didn't go."

"You didn't go? Parents thought you were still abroad, and they didn't call you for fear of affecting your work."

"Well," Ren Zhaoyuan was numb from Tan Zheng's gaze, he took the phone and turned off the speakerphone and walked out, "I was a little busy a while ago and forgot to tell you guys, I'll call my uncle and aunt later."

Tan Zheng followed Ren Zhaoyuan out without saying a word. When Ren Zhaoyuan hung up the phone, he charged him with resentful eyes: "Are you planning to go abroad?"

Ren Zhaoyuan looked elsewhere and then looked at Tan Zheng. Before he could speak, Tan Zheng had already started to complain: "You didn't tell Wen Gu where he was going, and you certainly didn't tell anyone, let alone me. Throw me away alone. Next, I don't know where you are, I can't get through on the phone, I can't find it anywhere in the world, I can't eat and sleep every day, I'm afraid you don't want me, I'm afraid you'll have an accident, I'm afraid you'll never come back..."

"Didn't I leave?" Ren Zhaoyuan was about to raise his hand in surrender, "I didn't go anywhere, I came back with you, and the ticket was refunded not long after the ticket was booked."

Tan Zheng felt scared after thinking about it, he wrapped Ren Zhaoyuan and buried it in his neck for a long time without moving.

"Don't go even if you're angry.. What should I do if you leave, do you really care about me?"

Ren Zhaoyuan was angry at the time, and because he was uncomfortable with the injection, he was unwilling to touch people, bit his mouth, and was unwilling to speak. Half a month, wait for the body to calm down and come back to solve the problem.

Lest the middle control bad temper and make the relationship worse.

But seeing that Tan Zheng's hand was injured like that when he entered a guest bed, he didn't want to.

"I didn't leave, I didn't leave, and I won't leave if I quarrel in the future, I'll take you out at home."

After these words, Ren Zhaoyuan wanted to adjust the atmosphere and deliberately disturbed Tan Zheng, but Tan Zheng responded by opening his mouth: "You can vent your anger as you want, and you can't leave without saying a word."

Ren Zhaoyuan patted him on the back and agreed, "Okay."

"There's no such thing, I'm afraid of you..."

Ren Zhaoyuan sighed softly, rubbed the back of his neck, and the next second he was pressed and kissed heavily on the back of his neck.

The mint smell that had not dissipated was stirred and thinned and then disappeared, and Tan Zheng almost seemed to eat him.

Ren Zhaoyuan's hand, which could not stand the push and refusal, was clasped behind him and clasped his fingers together, and the two rings were tightly pressed together.

When he was finally able to breathe smoothly, Ren Zhaoyuan's lips and tongue were numb.

Tan Zheng looked at him firmly and said, "I won't let it lose this ring again."

Before Ren Zhaoyuan's panting could calm down, he raised his hand and touched his face soothingly: "It's not lost."

Tan Zheng was startled: "What?"

Ren Zhaoyuan led Tan Zheng to the study, took out a box from the drawer and opened it, the living ring was placed inside.

Clean, bright, and not damaged in the slightest.

"I got it back."

The author says:

I'm back - congratulations to Mr. Tan and Mr. Ren for finally getting out of bed (bushi);

Sorry about the recent update;

Some temporary situations have not been taken care of, and I have overestimated myself a bit;

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