One Hundred and Seventy-Five Final Chapter (Chapter 16)

Jingrong's expression changed and he frowned, "Are you injured too?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Wen Yanzhi smiled playfully, "This doesn't affect our loving relationship."

Jing Rong had a serious face and reached out to unbutton Wen Yanzhi's shirt. Wen Yanzhi held his hand and stared at him with burning eyes, "Jingrong, you don't need to take off your clothes, you can just take off your pants."

Jingrong put his hand away and continued to take off his shirt. Wen Yanzhi knew that he couldn't hide it from him, so he finally let him go.

When his shirt was unbuttoned, his body was bruised and bruised, which shocked Jing Rong.

"This... was beaten by my uncle and aunt?"

"It's okay, I have thick skin. It looks scary, but it's actually just a skin injury. It doesn't matter." Wen Yanzhi was about to button up his shirt.

Jingrong's fingers lightly brushed over the wounds. Wen Yanzhi looked at his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips, "Are you feeling distressed?"

Jingrong looked at him.

There is no way not to feel distressed.

The smile on Wen Yanzhi's face deepened, "Then it seems that the beating was not completely unworthy."

Jing Rong glanced at him and said in a dull voice, "...you can still laugh."

"Kiss him for me. It won't hurt if you kiss him." Wen Yanzhi deliberately teased him.

Based on his understanding of Jing Rong, it was impossible for this boy to kiss his body in such a place.

But, who knows, the next moment...

Jingrong suddenly buried his head and kissed him on the chest. Moreover, Jingrong really kissed his wounds, not sparing any part of them.

Wen Yanzhi felt as if his mind was electrified. The place where Jing Rong's lips touched was as hot as fire, making him breathe harder and helpless to resist. He grabbed his shoulders and picked Jingrong up. His eyes were burning and his breathing was ragged, "Stop kissing!"

Jingrong's eyes were filled with deep lust, "Didn't you ask me to kiss you?"

"If you kiss me any more, I might really kill you right here!"

Jingrong pursed his lips and said nothing. However, his finger fell on the injury on his body, "Have you gone to the hospital to see it? Are you sure it's just a skin injury?"

"Everything has been checked,

fine. "

Jingrong lamented, "They are very angry."

"Yeah. But I don't blame them. After all, the person I brought back was really bad." Wen Yanzhi touched Jing Rong's clean face and praised sincerely: "But you are different. You are so good-looking and cute, and you are so beautiful." You are so lovable, if I take you back, they will definitely not be so angry."

Jing Rong knew that Wen Yanzhi was trying to comfort him.

If they wouldn't be angry, the person he brought back directly in the past two days was himself, not the irrelevant people.

"What do you think?" Jingrong asked.

"I didn't think much about it. I'll take the others back after they calm down a bit." He looked indifferent.

Jingrong frowned, "Are you taking other people back?"

"That's right. Last time it was just a man with heavy makeup. This time I will bring something else weird. To give them a clear conscience, the last time they see you, it will be like picking up a big treasure?"

"Stop messing around." Jing Rong said, "In a few days, when they calm down a little, I will go back with you."

"No, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

"Your sense of propriety has already caused your parents chest pain for two days." Jing Rong looked serious.

Wen Yanzhi also straightened his expression, a bit of annoyance flashing across his face.

In fact, he didn't want to see his parents if they were uncomfortable. He sighed: "They are really excited about this matter. If you go, they will definitely point their fingers at you."

"It's natural if they really get angry at me. As for the physical injuries, it's just flesh wounds. What can you bear and what can't I bear?" Jing Rong insisted, "I can bear no matter how painful it is."

"Yes, I know you are not afraid of anything, and it's not that you can't bear this, but..." Wen Yanzhi played with the young man's beautiful fingertips, and his expression became darker, "I can't stand you being wronged in the slightest."

Jing Rong raised his lips and smiled.

"I won't feel wronged."

With him taking such great care to protect her, how could there be any grievance?

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A few days later.

As soon as Yu Zeyao and Jing Yu returned home, they received a call from Wen Xue.

"My parents said they wanted to have a talk with you."

Yu Zeyao was not surprised, "They already know about Jingrong?"

Hearing his words, Jing Yu stopped hugging little Sam, and she turned back to look at her husband worriedly.

Yu Zeyao gave her a reassuring look.

"I know." Wen Xue responded: "Although that guy Yanzhi has all bad ideas, I have to say that they are actually somewhat effective. When my parents saw Jing Rong, they probably felt blessed. At least it’s not the so-called man I brought back last time.”

"Then they agreed?"

"How can it be so simple?" Wen Xue said: "The luck is temporary. When I came to my senses, my mother started crying at home again. My father calmed down and wanted to find you and ask what you meant."

"Okay. Please spare some time over there. Yu'er and I can go over at any time."

"Is it convenient now? They are all here."

"Okay, Yu'er and I will be there right away." Yu Zeyao hung up the phone. Jing Yu understood and immediately put on his coat again and followed Yu Zeyao outside.

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The Wen family's parents were waiting for guests in the side hall.

Wen Yanzhi and Jing Rong were sitting in the hall.

When Yu Zeyao and Jing Yu appeared, they both looked up. Jing Rong didn't say anything, but Wen Yanzhi stepped forward as if he saw a savior, "Old Yu, my happiness is in your hands. If you don't settle this matter for me, our brotherhood for so many years will be in vain. Also, you are now in the arms of your wife and the baby is breastfeeding, you can't ignore my life or death. Don't add insult to injury!"

"Am I that kind of person?" Yu Zeyao took off his coat and gave it to the servant, looking at Jing Rong from a distance, "If it's your own business, I'm too lazy to get involved. Now you drag Jing Rong into the water, can I still watch him sad?"

When Wen Yanzhi heard this, he was happy. Who cares about who he is looking at, as long as this thing can be accomplished.

"My parents have always liked you the most, they will listen to whatever you say."

"But don't be too optimistic, I'll just try my best."

"Go quickly!" Wen Yanzhi hoped that he would not delay for a moment.

Jing Yu followed Yu Zeyao, "I'll go with you."

"Okay."

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Outside.

Jing Rong sat on the sofa, and Wen Xue was talking to him about naming the child.

Wen Yanzhi was running around in the hall. He glanced at the side hall from time to time, "It's just such a small matter, it can be finished in two or three sentences, why are they talking about it for so long? What are they talking about!"

"Just stay still! You keep turning around, and I'm dizzy!" Wen Xue complained dissatisfiedly.

Wen Yanzhi ignored her.