Chapter 10 - , two are not enough

Yan Rong looked at Wang Jin quietly.

When she saw that person, Wang Jin’s expression was irritable for a moment.

Yan Rong thought, his relationship with this person must not be simple.

The man stood up slowly, and said as if explaining and complaining: “You don’t answer your phone calls, and you don’t reply to text messages, so I have to come to the door.”

Wang Jin did not answer him, turned to Yanrong and said, “You go upstairs first.”

His tone was calm, but compared to usual, it seemed a little indifferent.

Yan Rong silently closed the lid of the takeaway box, put it in the refrigerator, then lowered her head through the living room and went upstairs.

The room he lives in is the same as what Wang Jin said, and the sound insulation is very good. Usually Wang Jin comes back from overtime late at night and goes out to work early in the morning, he never hears the slightest movement.

Not today.

Not long after, he heard a fierce argument downstairs.

Will that person be Wang Jin’s former bed partner? The breakup is not clean?

He recalled what the man looked like.

Not as tall as Wang Jin, a little taller than him, about 1.78 or 1.79 meters, pale skin, slender eyes, thin lips, not ugly, but with Liang Xibai The level of the picture is too far off, even compared with Wang Jin himself, there is a big gap visible to the naked eye.

He remembered that 180 size shirt, could it be this person?

The argument downstairs didn’t take long, and soon quieted down.

He went back and sat at the desk, picked up the tablet, opened a video he didn’t watch in the afternoon and continued watching.

After watching it for ten minutes, Wang Jin called and asked to go to his room.

Yan Rong had nothing to do with himself, Wang Jin was almost as ruthless as he imagined.

He went downstairs and knocked on the door to enter. Wang Jin sat beside the bed, wrapped in a dark bathrobe, with half a cigarette in his mouth.

Yan Rong frowned, he hated the smell of second-hand smoke, and Wang Jin had never smoked in front of him before.

He was reluctant to approach, Wang Jin then remembered and said, “Sorry, I forgot.” Then he put out the cigarette in the ashtray by the bed, and got up to put the The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony are opened a little.

The cold air from the window rushed in, sweeping away the choking smell of smoke.

Wang Jin asked, “Is it all right? I’ll close the window, or you will catch a cold.”

Yan Rong said: “Okay.”

Wang Jin closed the window and closed the curtains, then came over, picked up Yanrong and pressed him on the bed.

It seems that Wang Jin was completely unaffected by the dispute just now.

But Yan Rong can feel the difference more than anyone.

Wang Jin worked too hard, not only there, but even the stroking of his palms on his body was a bit rougher than usual.

He couldn’t stand such strength and speed, so he clinged to Wang Jin’s shoulders and begged for mercy: “Don’t be like this, be gentle, be slower.”

He sounded like a gnat, panting slightly, blurred and fragile.

Wang Jin paused, leaned down and hugged Yan Rong, whose whole body was slightly hot, and kissed him gently with his lips beside Yan Rong’s ear.

He just loves Yanrong’s body and the sound of the bed.

Yan Rong’s legs trembled, panting slightly, her arms still wrapped around Wang Jin’s neck.

He prefers Wang Jin’s hypocritical tenderness to the rough grab.

The two embraced and kissed, breathing interlaced, like a pair of lingering lovers.

Same as Wang Jin’s estimate, he used three condoms.

Going to the balcony to smoke two cigarettes and coming back, he was a little surprised to see that Yanrong hadn’t fallen asleep, and asked, “Why haven’t you slept yet?”

Yan Rong looked at him and said, “I’m going home tomorrow.”

Wang Jin nodded and asked politely, “Do you want me to take you back?”

After a few seconds, Yan Rong said, “Someone will pick me up.”

He didn’t look at Wang Jin anymore, his blue eyes didn’t know what he was looking at, or maybe he wasn’t looking at anything. He was lying on his side on the bed, the quilt was placed around his waist, his slender upper body was naked, and the snow-white skin was full of **** scars.

Wang Jin sat down beside him in the past, bent down and kissed his cheek, and said softly: “Whenever you want to come again, you can call me at any time.”

Yan Rong still didn’t look at him, and said in a low voice, “Is it cool to be with me?”

Wang Jin: “…”

Yan Rong turned his head to the side and buried his face in the pillow.

Wang Jin thinks he may be crying.

After a long time, Yan Rong’s muffled voice sounded from the pillow: “Wang Jinzhou, have you ever fallen in love with that person just now?”

Wang Jin said: “No.”

Yan Rong showed his face and said, “It’s the puppy who lies.”

Wang Jin said: “Meow.”

After all the time, it was the day I came, that day you took off my clothes like crazy, and when you inserted it, you used extra force, which is a bit like today, both of which are schizophrenia.”

Wang Jin taught him to speak Chinese: “This is not called schizophrenia…it is called abnormal behavior.”

Yan Rong changed his mouth and said: “Well, your behavior is abnormal, is it because of him? Did you love him?”

Wang Jin smiled and said, “You think so.”

Yan Rong doesn’t really want to inquire about his secrets, it’s just that he doesn’t want to say it.

Wang Jin didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so he deliberately said, “What about you? Who did you love?”

Yan Rong’s eyes began to dodge, and said: “It’s not you anyway.”

Wang Jin said: “I know.”

Yan Rong said bluntly, “You don’t know him either.”

Wang Jin said: “Yes.”

Yan Rong said: “The night of Christmas Eve… I was drunk, I thought it was him.”

Wang Jin said: “Yes.”

Yan Rong whispered: “I want him to do that kind of thing to me even in a drunken dream.

Wang Jin didn’t say “um” again this time, he thought it would be better for him not to say anything.

Yan Rong sniffed and said, “He won’t like me, he has someone who loves him very much, I… I hope they can always be like that.”

He was a little sad, even desperate.

For someone else, Wang Jin would disdain this kind of secret love, but Yanrong was too beautiful, and he felt a little sympathetic, reaching out and touching Yanrong’s cheek.

He was so soft-hearted, Yan Rong must have never said these things to anyone. After all, he was a young high school student, and he was hiding this secret in his heart, and it was difficult to think about it.

The next day, Wang Jin went to work as usual.

When I got home from get off work at night, the room on the third floor was empty.

Two days later, on the evening of the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, his parents came from the northeast to celebrate the New Year with their sons. .

The usually deserted villa has become very lively.

Wang Jin originally thought that the next meeting or even going to bed with Yanrong would be at least next year.

Unexpectedly, this year.