One side of Xu Mucheng's face was in hot pain, and there was still disbelief in his eyes, and he was in a daze.

It was the first time in his life that he was beaten, and it was by his favorite person.

But he was inexplicably not angry, he just felt that he was a joke, and his heart hurt badly, as if a certain piece was missing.

Before coming here today, he was always determined to win Jiang Ji. At least in his opinion, Jiang Ji might not love him, but that was only temporary.

Besides, he still has Tang Suisui.

Even without Jiang Ji, he still has someone who loves him.

Xu Mucheng felt that the world was always playing tricks on him. He received too little love when he was a child. His parents regarded him as hope and raised him, so they gave up their family affection.

He thought that Jiang Ji loved him, but he didn't love Jiang Ji at the time, and even treated him as Tang Suisui's substitute, trampling him in every possible way.

And Tang Suisui, whom he had always loved, who he thought would always be by his side, ended up being intimate with another man at the entrance of the alley.

Xu Mucheng couldn't help trembling all over, pleading in his eyes, he held Jiang Ji's hand tightly, his voice was low, like a poor and sad dog, kneeling in front of Jiang Ji with limp legs.

"You can beat me and scold me. Are you still angry at me for giving Tang Suisui the necklace?" Xu Mucheng's voice was hoarse, and he looked up at Jiang Ji.

Jiang already frowned, shook off his hand, and backed away: "What are you thinking?"

He didn't even know what that thing looked like, so how could he know that Xu Mucheng gave Tang Suisui the necklace?

Seeing his confused look, Xu Mucheng knew that he was not angry, but that he really hated him.

His knee was on the stone, and everything today was like a blow to the head, which caught him off guard, as if everything he had originally did not belong to him.

He didn't have the strength to stand up, so he crawled at Jiang Ji's feet, smiled miserably, and asked in a low voice, "Jiang Ji, if I had been nicer to you back then, would it have been possible between us?"

Jiang Ji looked at him coldly, the cold wind was blowing on him, he was really impatient.

"No! Xu Mucheng, I have never liked you from the beginning to the end, and you will not treat me well."

He squatted down, looked at the man at the same level, smiled ironically, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers.

Jiang already felt that his palm was still aching, and he calmly said: "I don't want to see you anymore, I hope you stay away from my life, I am not yet able to make you pay for everything you have done, but you don't challenge my bottom line anymore."

He stood up and looked down at him, with a cruel tone, almost gnashing his teeth: "Also, stay away from my family, and don't think of her."

Jiang Ji looked at this face that appeared in his dreams from time to time, and realized for the first time that he was not as magnanimous as he imagined. He had always hated these monsters in human skin.

Even though the disasters that befell him hadn't really come yet, they still became his nightmares, making him vomit and tremble every time he thought about them.

For a while, he couldn't sleep peacefully, he was afraid that he would turn into a cold corpse lying on the street when he woke up.

He had nightmares every day and every night. There was a dagger under his pillow, and he wished he could put a brick in his schoolbag so that he could feel a little bit more secure.

But he was vigilant, what were these culprits doing when he couldn't sleep peacefully every night?

They were having a party, they were living a comfortable life, and maybe they were making him a joke target, their after-dinner joke, a plaything to make fun of.

Jiang already closed his eyes, took two steps back slightly, and looked back at the manor with the open gate. Thinking that the lights inside were reserved for him, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He really went mad, at that moment just now, he wanted to kill Xu Mucheng.

If Xu Mucheng is killed, nothing will happen.

Grandma Jiang will not die, Wen Shiqing may not die, and neither will he.

But after all, he overestimated his timidity. He couldn't kill a person, couldn't let himself live in fear for the rest of his life, and couldn't...

It is impossible to escape the sanctions of this world like the protagonist in the plot.

He gathered the coat on his body, because it was cold and windy, his hands and feet were almost icy, and the only warmth came from the coat on his body.

The coat smelled of a man's unique perfume.

Jiang already thought a little out of place, he would ask Wen Shiqing for the perfume link when he went back.

It smells too good.

"Alright, let's go back, Xu Mucheng." The young man's voice broke in the gentle evening wind: "Don't come, if you really feel guilty towards me, please don't appear in front of me again."

After Jiang had been gone for some time, Xu Mucheng's knee seemed to be cracked, the pain was so painful that he couldn't feel anything, and his whole leg was numb as if it didn't exist.

The man hunched his back, pressed his hands on the stone, and stood up with difficulty. Because of his weakness, he staggered forward a few steps, and staggered to stand firmly.

Xu Mucheng stood outside the door, looked at it for a long time, and finally drove away with his body covered in mud.

And Tang Suisui, who had been hiding behind the tree, gritted his teeth tightly, his whole face was distorted, as if he wanted to eat Jiang Ji's meat.

Seeing Xu Mucheng leave, he hurriedly stopped a car and followed closely.

When Jiang had entered, Wen Shiqing was sitting on the sofa with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose and a handful of financial newspapers in his hand.

I don't know if he saw it or not.

Jiang Ji stood at the door, but his steps stopped. He even seemed to see his life in the next few decades.

Maybe the older you get, the easier it is to think about something.

Jiang Ji wondered in his heart that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, why did he have the idea of spending the rest of his life with someone?

Not very rational.

But in the end, he still stood on the top emotionally. Jiang kicked off his shoes and rushed towards Wen Shiqing.

The young man rushed forward unexpectedly, and Wen Shiqing's newspaper was pressed underneath.

Wen Shiqing: ...

He sighed and pushed Jiang Ji: "Get up."

Jiang already leaned on him, buried his face in the crook of his neck, shook his head, and said, "No."

Wen Shiqing coughed lightly, her voice hoarse: "What? Do you want to inherit my inheritance tomorrow?"

Jiang Ji just realized that something was wrong with him, stood up silently, touched his nose with some guilt: "No way? I'm so heavy?"

It was so overwhelming that people couldn't breathe.

Jiang Ji squeezed his stomach, and said doubtfully, "There's not much meat."

Wen Shiqing took off his glasses, looked at him with a smile, raised his hand slightly, and stopped in mid-air.

I don't know why, but at that moment, he was blessed to his heart, and Jiang Ji knew what he meant without his opening his mouth, just his movement.

He raised his hand without hesitation, and his fingers fell into the man's broad palm.

With thin calluses on his palm, Jiang Ji thought for sure, perhaps from the moment he touched his palm, he and Wen Shiqing were bound together.

That's fine, they're actually in the same boat.

Jiang has slightly raised his eyes to look at the man, and then threw himself into his arms.

Pay attention to strength this time.

Wen Shiqing seemed to have noticed it too, smiled slightly, patted his head as a reward, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Jiang already looked up at him blankly.

Wen Shiqing said: "I just said outside that I want to apologize to you."

"Someone came here without your permission." He apologized a little, and his tone was teasing: "I lost my head, beat and scolded all the time, and never fought back."

Jiang Ji thought to himself, even if he borrowed a hundred guts from him, he wouldn't dare to fight.

Besides, he is not someone who does not know good and bad, so he naturally knows Wen Shiqing's intentions.

So he yawned, and buried his face in the man's arms. The chill that he had just caught outside dissipated a lot, and he said coquettishly, "Who wants to beat you and scold you?"

Jiang already wrapped his arms around the man's waist, stroking the man's waist a couple of times, feeling unsatisfied: "I don't want to beat him. Besides, I have long wanted to solve this troublemaker Xu Mucheng."

Wen Shiqing didn't seem to notice his movements, and smiled as usual: "What? I hate him?"

Jiang Ji nodded without hesitation: "Of course, if possible, I want to beat him to the hospital, so that he can also experience the pain of bone erosion."

"Yeah?" Wen Shiqing was a fine person, and his tone couldn't help being tinged with coldness: "He hit you?"

Jiang already touched his neck subconsciously, as if there were still traces left by Xu Mucheng on his neck.

He really thought he was going to die then.

Sensing Jiang Ji's movements, Wen Shiqing's eyes drooped slightly, and she put her fingers around his neck, gently caressing him.

He said: "Let him taste the pain of bone erosion."

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth faded, and his voice was soft, only for fear of scaring the people around him.

Jiang Ji thought it didn't matter, he shook his head: "Forget it, I'm still alive anyway, it's fine for him not to pester me passionately in the future."

I don't know if he caught a cold just now, but Jiang sneezed several times, feeling a little tired: "Okay, thank you uncle very much today."

He gently let go of Wen Shiqing, jumped off him, and patted Wen Shiqing's shoulder solemnly: "Thank you Wen Shiqing, without your support today, I wouldn't dare to bully me back."

Without the confidence given by Wen Shiqing, Jiang Ji has always been at a disadvantage. He would not have the courage to fight Xu Mucheng.

He wanted revenge, he wanted to vent his anger, but he was even more afraid of being bullied back, and he didn't dare to fight back yet.

Although Jiang Ji wants to sneeze now, his heart is flying, which is so refreshing.

This is what it feels like to hug your thigh.

He couldn't help thinking, if he had known that the end of the world was Wen Shiqing, he should have reached the right position from the very beginning, just hugging Wen Shiqing, why would he need to hug Xu Mucheng.

Not as good-looking as Wen Shiqing, not as rich as Wen Shiqing, not as gentle as Wen Shiqing.

What a loss!

If they had been together from the beginning, they would probably have a bridal chamber by now!!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Jiang was already scolding the author of this novel in his heart.

Feeling relieved after scolding, he patted Wen Shiqing arrogantly, and then went upstairs arrogantly holding his own wild thoughts.

With a handsome back, Wen Shiqing couldn't help but smile.

It seems that after Cong Jiang has come, this sleeping manor has finally woken up.

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Thank you for your blessings, will be back after birthday hehehe