One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Deep Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Fifty-Nine)

The heat coming from behind, accompanied by the man's painful breathing, made Jingrong's heart tremble. His face, which had been cold just now, slowly softened and became much softer.

He grabbed Wen Yanzhi's hand from his shoulder and said warmly, "Come with me."

Wen Yanzhi refused to let go of him, holding him stubbornly like a difficult child. It seems that as soon as you let go, this illusion will disappear.

Jing Rong could feel the huge uneasiness in his heart, and he felt vaguely unhappy.

Patiently coaxing him, "I won't leave, please let go of me first."

Wen Yanzhi looked at him uncertainly. Jingrong held his hand and put him into his car.

He sat in the passenger seat and Jingrong sat in the driver's seat. Jing Rong bent over to buckle Wen Yanzhi's seat belt. Wen Yanzhi saw that pretty face so close to him, his eyes darkened, he held the young man's face with both hands and was about to kiss it.

"Don't move!" Jingrong shouted softly when his lips came closer. He stared at Wen Yanzhi, "Did you just vomit?"

Wen Yanzhi curled his lips sarcastically.

Jing Rong curled his lips lightly and said, "Remember to rinse your mouth first."

Wen Yanzhi was fascinated by his faint smile and didn't notice the meaning of what he just said. But before he had time to think deeply, he was pushed back by Jingrong.

"Sit tight and don't move around." Jingrong smoothly buckled his seat belt.

Wen Yanzhi was obedient now and sat in the passenger seat without moving. Jingrong was driving. He had no strength in his right hand and could only rely on his left hand. Drive very attentively.

However, he could still feel that Wen Yanzhi's eyes were always fixed on his face. Not even a moment.

"Where are we going?" Wen Yanzhi asked.

"You'll know when we get there."

Wen Yanzhi nodded, and after a while, he said coldly: "Today is my birthday."

"Yeah." Of course he knew, otherwise why would he come to his birthday party?

"Everyone who came today gave me a gift, what about yours?"

Jingrong tightened his grip on the steering wheel and said, "I'll give it to you in a minute."

"Tch~ I see you didn't bring anything with you when you came.

"

Jing Rong turned his head and glanced at Wen Yanzhi, but said nothing.

The car didn't drive very long and stopped soon.

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

Wen Yanzhi asked lazily: "What are you doing here?"

Jing Rong had already gotten out of the car, threw the car keys to the hotel doorman, and went in without answering Wen Yanzhi's words.

As soon as Jingrong entered, someone had already brought him the key card.

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

grass!

It is indeed an illusion!

If it wasn't a hallucination, how could he bring himself to a place like this?

Jingrong took the card and walked to the elevator. When he turned around, he saw Wen Yanzhi still standing there in shock, as if his soul had been sucked out.

He sighed helplessly, turned back, tugged on his shirt sleeves, "Let's go."

"You...you brought me to open a house?" Wen Yanzhi asked in disbelief, but followed obediently.

The tone of these words was not soft, not to mention Jing Rong, even the people walking around heard it.

Everyone was suppressing laughter. Jing Rong blushed and became a little angry, "Wen Yanzhi, do you want the whole world to know?"

He grabbed Wen Yanzhi and strode towards the elevator.

Wen Yanzhi was still in shock and could only be led away by Jing Rong.

Because of this knowledge, he was very excited and disturbed Nanning. However, when he actually arrived in the room, he calmed down.

impossible!

It was as if he was avoiding himself. During this period of time, he has been chasing him relentlessly, but his attitude has always been lukewarm and has not changed at all.

This time, I even had to leave the country without saying a word.

As long as he cares about himself even a little bit, he will not be so ruthless.

He has no feelings for himself, not at all!

Wen Yanzhi was afraid.

He was afraid that he had too high expectations, but what would be waiting for him would be deeper disappointment. Therefore, he didn't even dare to have any expectations.

As soon as he entered the room, he said: "Go away! I don't need you to stay with me here."

Jingrong glanced at him and stuffed him into the bathroom, "Go take a shower."

He closed the door for Wen Yanzhi himself, then thought of something, opened the door again and walked in. Squeeze toothpaste on the toothbrush and hand it to Wen Yanzhi, "Rinse your mouth. Rinse thoroughly."

Wen Yanzhi looked at the young man blankly. Jingrong felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. She fluttered her long eyelashes and said, "Don't stare at me. Hurry up. I...I'll wait for you outside."

The last sentence came in a much lower voice. Then, she raised her eyes and looked at him again, "Don't you want a gift? Come out of the shower and I'll give it to you."

Before Wen Yanzhi could regain his senses, Jing Rong had already led him out.

in.

Wen Yanzhi stood there, still confused. He kept thinking in his mind, what kind of gift could he give himself? In fact, everything is fine. As long as it was given to him by Jingrong, he would treasure it like a treasure.

However, nothing is good.

He's leaving.

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

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Wen Yanzhi took this bath for half an hour.

Jingrong kept checking the time outside. When he was almost out of patience, the bathroom door was finally pushed open.

Wen Yanzhi came out wearing a bath towel.

Jing Rong raised his eyes and met his gaze. The boy's fair face inexplicably flushed. He stood up.

"I'm done." After taking a shower, Wen Yanzhi was much more sober.

The more sober he was, the deeper the depression in his heart.

He lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, and looked at Jing Rong, "What gift? Take it out and show it to me."

Jing Rong walked towards Wen Yanzhi step by step. The hand hanging by his side tightened again and again.

He looked up at Wen Yanzhi, who was much taller than him, and suddenly reached out to take the cigarette from Wen Yanzhi's lips. Wen Yanzhi frowned, and before he could come to his senses, Jing Rong raised his hand to hold his face and pressed him down suddenly.

The two people, lips and lips touched. Wen Yanzhi was shocked, and lowered his eyes to stare at the boy. As if he wanted to see through the boy.

Jing Rong learned his tricks and rolled on his lips. Even the tip of his tongue was about to pry open Wen Yanzhi's tongue.

However, this person was extremely indifferent. His kiss did not get a response from Wen Yanzhi.

Jingrong suddenly felt like a clown performing a one-man show. This feeling was particularly bad.

After a while, he finally lost.

Jingrong looked at Wen Yanzhi in embarrassment, "You... don't want it?"

Wen Yanzhi was breathing heavily. His eyes were burning, but also with a hint of coldness. He stared at Jingrong from top to bottom. The momentum and aura of a man made Jingrong feel pressured.

He asked coldly, "Is this the gift you said you would give me?"

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Haha, I'm stuck here, not on purpose~ I'll update it tomorrow! ! Muah!