Chasing King

The worker moved the chair in, and Zhou mixing got up and gave up his position. He asked respectfully, "my son, please take the seat."

Feng Ye waved his hand: "Oh, no need. Mr. Zhou, just sit down and put the chair here." Feng Ye casually points to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong gently pushed away the woman in his arms and sat up straight.

Zhou Mi Xing and Feng Ye polite a few words, just sit back to the original position.

After Fengye was seated, the atmosphere was not quite right, and the crowd became quite formal.

Zhou Mi Xing couldn't understand Feng Ye's mind, so he had to take the lead in raising his glass and toasting: "we are so lucky to be able to drink with my son. This is a toast Jing Shizi went to the wrong door but found the right one. How about that

"Well, I'll wait for Qi jingshizi."

They all raised their glasses to Feng Ye. Feng Ye lifted the wine with a smile and drank it down. After putting down the glass, he said, "actually, I listen to the music inside the house. I can't touch my hands outside the door. I just want to come in and see who played it." Feng Ye's eyes drifted to the night.

Night from the busy stand up, slightly bowed.

Zhou mianxing's expression is a little embarrassed, and people don't know how to answer.

Feng Ye said with a smile: "I grew up in a military camp. I was not influenced by rites and music. I can't help being rude. I hope you don't take it amiss."

"Shizi said and laughed. Shizi is bold and uninhibited. He is a real man."

Yan think empty in one side a word didn't make, in the heart surmise to seal wild this is to make which.

"Here, drink." Feng Ye raised his glass. "I'd like to propose a toast to you. I hope you will take care of me in the capital in the future."

"You are welcome, Shizi."

Feng Ye suddenly turned to Yan Sikong. PI xiaorou didn't smile and said, "Mr. Yan is a good drinker. This cup should be dry."

Yan Sikong said quietly, "Shizi is right." Then he simply raised his glass. Just as his lips were about to go up to the edge of the cup, suddenly there was a stabbing pain under his ribs. He gave a low cry, shook hard, and half a glass of wine was scattered on his body.

Today, he was dressed in white and his front was stained with yellow rice wine. He could not be elegant any more.

"Brother Yan, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Sikong felt that there was still pain under his ribs. It must have been caused by Fengye. He gritted his teeth and said, "maybe There's a fork in the air. "

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mi star pointed to the side of the dress of small service, "to buy a suit of clothes for Yan adults."

"No need." Yan Sikong said with a wry smile, "in fact, I'm not feeling well today. Now it seems that It seems to be more disobedient. I'd like to say goodbye first. I'm really ashamed to spoil your interest. "

"Oh, my dear brother, let's go back and have a rest early. I'll ask the coachman to see you off."

"I'll give it to him." Feng Ye said, not waiting for the public reaction, will yansikong from the seat to help up, "you enjoy."

"This..."

Zhang Er just can't figure it out. What is the purpose of this little prince's coming and going?

Yan Sikong is half dragged out of Ting LAN Pavilion by Fengye.

Until he got on the carriage, Yan Sikong pushed aside Feng Ye's hand and said in a deep voice, "the son of heaven is singing today

Feng Ye's voice was cold: "you didn't open this kiln, did you?"

By implication, he comes whenever he wants.

Yan Sikong takes a deep breath. He hears that Fengye is looking for fault. Naturally, he won't fall into the trap. He calmly answers a nonsense: "No."

There was an awkward silence in the carriage.

The two of them are just like fighting each other. They don't talk to each other.

The carriage quickly passed a street, and Yan Sikong suddenly called out: "wrong way, it's time to go east."

The coachman turned a deaf ear.

Yan Sikong stares at Fengye: "Shizi?"

Feng Ye squinted at Yan Sikong: "how about I take you to ride a horse?"

"What kind of horse do you ride in the middle of the night?"

"In the middle of the night, you really want to visit the kiln."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "what do you have to do with my son?"

Fengye was blocked and speechless, and anger flashed across his face.

"Since it's inconvenient for Shizi to send Xiaguan home, stop here."

Feng Ye looked out of the car gloomily and didn't speak.

Yan Si was full of doubts, but he did not dare to give any kind of guess. He patiently said, "what is the reason for Shizi's action?"

Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "we used to ride horses together when we were children. I thought you still like riding horses."

"Whether I like riding or not has nothing to do with what my son is doing today."

"Ten years later, I can hardly find the shadow of yuansikong in you."

Yan Sikong has been in control of his emotions. When he heard this, he felt like he was stabbed. He was sad and angry. He said in a soft voice: "shizilong, blood and Phoenix marrow, with the wind and water, can maintain his true temperament for ten or twenty years, I can't envy you."

"You don't have to laugh at me." Feng Ye said harshly, "I know you've had a hard time in the past ten years. Now I can treat you well and protect your wealth. No one can hurt you, as long as you...""What do you want me to do?" Yan Sikong raised his voice, "what on earth does Shizi want?"

"I want you!" Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong fiercely, and his eyes seem to be shining green.

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Speaking such arrogant and frightening words, Feng Ye's face is not timid. On the contrary, he has the self satisfaction and ease of unloading the heavy burden.

Yan Sikong only felt that his brain was blank. He had not been so shocked for a long time.

Feng Ye sneered and raised his chin: "yes, I want you."

"My son But I'm confused... "

"You look confused when you see me?"

Yan Sikong was a little confused for a moment. He yelled, "stop, stop!"

"You call my coachman? Does he listen to you? " Feng Ye sneered.

Yan think empty strong from calm, but how also can't look directly into the eyes of Feng Ye: "son don't joke."

"You're a smart man. You can see if I'm joking." Feng Ye jammed his thin jaw and forced him to turn his face around. He looked at him with a kind of look at the prey in the cage. "Yan Sikong, be my man, I will treat you well."

Yan Sikong patted kaifengye's hand and gritted his teeth: "Shizi is really confused. I'm a man!"

"So what?" Feng Ye chuckles, "I want you."

Yan Sikong can't help but move back, trying to stay away from Fengye. He has a feeling of living in the same room with the beast. But the carriage is narrow, and where can he hide? He said in a deep voice: "Shizi is really arbitrary, but I don't have this hobby. I'm afraid I can't force this kind of thing."

Feng Ye leans over slowly, stares at Yan Sikong's eyes and says word by word: "I'll take what Feng Ye wants, and you're no exception."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "why is my son so ridiculous? I'm ashamed of you."

Feng Ye grinned: "I love to see you, who are full of benevolence, righteousness and ethics. It's very interesting." Under the moonlight, the skin of the person in front of him exudes a soft luster, and his eyes twinkle. He is different from the past. Now he is helpless, which makes him look miserable and his heart tighten.

Yan Sikong thinks that he has seen big waves. He was caught by the government for smuggling salt in the coastal area in those years. The real charge is to kill his head. He can get rid of the crime without changing his face. Now he is flustered by a half boy.

He belittled Fengye. Fengye didn't hide his youth's nature in front of him. He really looked at Fengye as immature. He didn't know how to deal with such a fierce and aggressive side.

Feng Ye came a little closer. His high nose almost ran into Yan Sikong's face. He said in a low voice, "don't go to the kiln any more, or I will double what you have done to those women."

Yan Sikong had no place to retreat. He could only hold his hand against Feng Ye's chest. His hard muscles were like a piece of natural armor, which contained the power of booming.

Before he could think about how to respond, he was suddenly put into his arms by Fengye. He was surprised and angry: "Shizi!"

Those arms are as hard as pliers!

"You held her today, did you kiss her?"

“……”

"Say it." Feng Ye's voice is threatening.

“…… No

"Well." Fengye this satisfied to let go of Yan think empty, high voice way, "small six, send Yan adult back to the house."

The coachman replied, "yes."

Yan Si shrank in the corner of the carriage for a while and calmed down: "Shizi..."

"Call me by name." Feng Ye ordered.

“…… It's not the same "I don't like it when I shut my eyes

"You'll like me." Feng Ye's mouth was filled with a smile.

Yan Si is very upset in his heart. He has not been harassed by men, but who dares to have this idea on him? He has already cleaned it up, but Fengye can't.

He saved a mind to borrow from Feng Ye body, just deliberately close, but did not expect to give himself to cause such trouble.

The carriage stopped quickly.

Yan Sikong opened the curtain and saw that she was home. She was in a hurry to get off.

Feng Ye said behind him: "Yan Sikong, you should keep in mind what I said today."

Yan Si's empty body pauses, but he doesn't look back.

Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong in the car, until he enters the door, a proud smile appears on his face.