Married the Scum Gong’s Villain Brother

Jing Xun really didn't feel anything when he had a glass of beer.

He just felt a little hot.

Later, after eating some barbecue and drinking some wine, Jing Xun felt good about herself and did not drink too much.

Then his cell phone rang.

There were many customers in the restaurant at night, and the lobby was so noisy that Jing Xun had to go out to answer the phone.

Just after answering the phone, the voice of scum attack came from the microphone.

"Senior..."

"..."

Jing Xun looked at this unfamiliar number that he didn't know where the other party got it from, and deeply began to think about the possibility of changing his number.

Shen Bohan didn't wait for Jing Xun to speak, it seemed that he was also trying to prevent him from hanging up, so the speaking speed was much faster this time.

He said: "I know that the incident yesterday was caused by Hu Xiaopeng...Senior, you have to believe me. I didn't know he was so courageous before, and I didn't expect him to have such an ability..."

Shen Bohan's voice sounded a little hoarse this time, and it was indeed a little anxious.

But when Jing Xun listened at this time, he only felt noisy.

The good-tempered Jing Xun rarely wants to growl. He said, "Don't you? Call me, I already have a boyfriend."

Having said that, it seemed that it was not enough, and he added: "If my boyfriend knows that you often harass me like this, he...he will be angry."

It should be angry.

And still very angry, very angry, maybe this will destroy your group...

"Yan Jingxun."

Shen Bohan's tone suddenly became much lower, and there was a faint warning in his voice, as if he wanted to follow the signal at any time to crawl over and grab him.

But after a while, his voice was soft again: "Don't be kidding, stop mad at me, I know I was wrong, okay? Senior..."

Jing Xun: "..."

Look, he knows that he can never explain clearly to the scum attack.

After a long silence, Jing Xun could only take a deep breath, squeeze the phone and say, "I really have a boyfriend."

"Is that the silly big senior yesterday?" Shen Bohan said with a hint of contempt, and he continued: "Even if you really have a boyfriend, I am confident. Senior...you can only be mine."

"Shen Bohan." Jing Xun called the other party's name on the phone.

The scum attack's attitude made him intolerable. If he didn't really want to be known by his husband, for fear that the scum attack would disturb him, he would just say it.

But this does not delay Jing Xun's good mood being affected, especially because the seniors also lay down their guns...

Jing Xun, who hates to intimidate others the most, said something serious on the phone: "How are you embarrassed?"

"?" Maybe there was a bad premonition in his heart, and Shen Bohan couldn't help but yelled: "Senior..."

But Jing Xun took a deep breath again, and said without stopping: "It was your friends who humiliated me at the beginning? Where were you at that time? Later, you did what I did on the Internet, right? At that time What are you thinking? You let me come back to you, and then do? What, continue to let them humiliate me? Shen Bohan, I have not done it? Sorry about your thing, why are you doing so to me, not now Let me go? How can you be so selfish and despicable?"

"..."

It was the first time that Shen Bohan was stunned for a long time when he heard his senior speaking and saying so many things like this.

He didn't look at the phone screen until the other party's voice fell. He couldn't believe that this was what Yan Jingxun said.

Yan Jingxun is very polite and has never said any swearing. Selfishness and despicability should be his limit.

…Selfish and despicable?

This is what he thinks of himself?

To be honest, although this is not a good word, it is not painful to Shen Bohan compared to those who scolded his mother.

What really pokes him is that Yan Jingxun's personality was a bit weak before, and he had never said such a strong tone in front of him.

But now, always letting his seniors... actually began to count the various deeds of his past.

Of course, what Yan Jingxun said the most heartbreaking was that everything was right.

"...Listen to me, it's not like that."

Shen Bohan tried to explain.

In fact, he also knew that he had done something wrong...every time he would review himself afterwards, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Because he always felt that the senior would tolerate him, even if he was a little bit more willful, Yan Jingxun would forgive him.

Yan Jingxun loves him that way...

But what, did the other party remember the bad things you did?

Shen Bohan suddenly felt confused.

He couldn't help asking: "Then do you remember our happy time?"

"Is there?" Yan Jingxun's voice on the other side became very cold, "I don't think when we have been happy?"

"Yan Jingxun!"

These words successfully angered Shen Bohan, and his voice became fierce again.

But he didn't expect that Yan Jingxun, who has always been introverted and disliked to express himself, rushed to him and said: "Look, all you like is that someone listens to you, obeys your orders, and pleases you all the time. Likes are equal, and it's a pity, the second youngest, I am no longer Yan Jingxun."

With that, the other party hung up again.

And not surprisingly, when Shen Bohan was still in a daze at the blind tone of "Toot Toot", his number was also blacklisted by the other party...

Jing Xun's mood suddenly wasn't very good.

No one is in a good mood to be harassed by a scumbag like this.

Especially the other party is still like a fixed time bomb. I don't know what? I'll pass it again when I'm going crazy.

In fact, Jingxun was disdainful of the remarks just now. He always felt that he had to be decent and face.

He always thinks that others, like him, can always review himself.

He rarely said bad things, and he didn't bother to say them.

Maybe it was because of drinking alcohol this time.

He was so troubled and stubborn to attack so much.

In a bad mood, Jingxun returned two more glasses of wine.

But after two glasses of wine, except for his face redness, he still looked very normal, spoke decently, spoke logically, smiled, and was as polite and measured as before.

Eating charcoal grilled meat, everyone's face was a little red, and the seniors and sisters did not take this little change of the juniors to their hearts.

Until the food was almost the same, everyone began to discuss where else to go? In the next game, someone found that their junior brother hadn't spoken for a long time, just sitting there giggling.

"...Xun Xun?" The senior sister next to him called him, but Jing Xun did not respond.

The senior on the opposite side couldn't help but stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Jing Xun, who fell directly to the side.

…

Then everyone rushed into confusion, only then did they know that the younger brother was already drinking too much!

"Which one of you has poured wine for the younger brother?!" the grumpy senior asked directly.

The senior on the opposite side said, "No, where can I be? I've been watching it all the time."

Senior Sister Chu Qiao said: "Xunxun probably drank five or six cups, and certainly not a bottle."

Everyone: "..."

"What about that?" Everyone looked at each other.

"Let's call." Someone suggested, "Xunxun will live with her boyfriend, or ask his boyfriend to pick him up?"

Everyone's expressions changed unanimously? Someone immediately shook his head and said, "Otherwise, I should contact his family..."

Fortunately, at this moment, Jing Xun, who was held by the crowd, raised his head again. Jing Xun didn't know what he was? He didn't know what he was aware of. But when he was in bad health before, he often felt that he was out of control, so he didn't panic.

Reluctantly raising his head, Jing Xun heard someone call him: "Xun Xun, are you okay?"

In the blurred vision, the senior and senior sisters turned into images of intertwined afterimages. Jing Xun heard someone ask him again: "Xun Xun, do you want to call someone to pick you up, or where do we send you, Xun Xun? Searching?"

Reminiscent of the previous agreement with her husband, Jing Xun asked, "Is it over here?"

"ended."

"It's almost over."

"Then... I want to call my husband."

"Sir?...what sir?"

Then Jing Xun started a drunken madness.

The form of his drunkenness is also limited to finding the "sir" in his mouth. He blindly emphasizes that he can only find the "sir", and no one else can.

Although Jing Xun drank too much and reacted slowly, his unconscious head was still affected by the phone calls and original works that were attacked by the scum. He always felt that he was going to be taken away from Guan Xiaohei in minutes, so the more blurred his consciousness, the more he became The more vigilant.

He again emphasized: "I want to find a husband... I want to..."

"I've turned it over!" said the senior sister who was holding Jing Xun's phone next to him, "There is really a phone note for ‘Mr.’

Jing Xun opened his eyes wide to see. Can you see? There are two characters "Mr." on the phone screen, but the number below can't be seen clearly.

He couldn't see clearly, so he was still worried, so he said, "Mr.'s height is 1.91 meters, his mobile phone number is 13xxxxx8888, and his name is...Shen Yijin."

"..."

"???"

"!!!"

Those who just listened carefully:

"What is it called?"

"Fuck, let me just say it, the last name is Shen, it really is!"

"What? What?! So I have already met? It's my idol, just yesterday?"

"I had seen it yesterday...I always thought there were so many surnames Shen, it wouldn't be such a coincidence..."

"The main reason is that the one who was...too young yesterday! I didn't think much about it!"

"Who said that he is so young and wears such an expensive suit? It must be because of his background?"

"I should have asked for an autograph yesterday! Ahhhh, missed opportunity!"

"Don't brag, you didn't dare to look at people yesterday, so you still have to sign? Dreaming..."

When there was a lot of discussion, Jing Xun Qingyue's voice sounded again, interrupting everyone's discussion.

"Senior sister, want a husband."

As he said, he leaned softly on Senior Sister Chu Qiao, carefully instructing: "Don't hand me over to someone else."

Senior sister:! !

The elder sister said that her heart was melted!

Their search is too soft. I really can’t think of the elementary school brothers who are usually calm and noble, and are always polite and polite when dealing with them. It turns out that there is such a soft and sticky side!

This, this... No wonder you can find such a wonderful boyfriend.

She likes it so much!

"Okay, don't worry, younger brother, never leave you to others." The senior sister wanted to touch the soft hair on the top of the younger brother's head, but she didn't dare.

…Although I don’t know what I’m afraid of?

But that is, I didn't dare to start.

After comforting the younger brother, Chu Qiao yelled at the others: "Hurry up and call, who said that you had the courage to sign? Here is your chance to talk to your idol!"

"..." When she said so, everyone retreated subconsciously.

Even though everyone drank alcohol, no one was as drunk as the younger brother. At this moment, the thought of calling that person...

Usually people feel embarrassed when facing the idols they particularly admire, not to mention their idols are so cold!

Especially when they saw it yesterday, how unsmiling is their idol...

This makes people feel a little dazed.

However? When there is always alcohol and courage, the "Watching Movie" senior took the initiative to stand up and say: "What's the matter? It's difficult, I'll come!"

Although after the call was dialed, he heard the cold voice from the opposite side at first, and the senior was half awake from the wine.

It suddenly occurred to him that if he told the student that he was drunk, would he...er, what kind of anger would he provoke?

But the arrow is on the string and I have to send it.

He bit the bullet and explained the situation here.

Then again, the phone was tucked back into Jing Xun's pocket, and Jing Xun was helped out of the barbecue restaurant by the seniors.

Outside, Chen Yijin was striding in their direction.

The "sir" in this student's mouth is still expressionless, and the handsome eyebrows can be described as cold and cold.

The corners of his lips were almost stretched into a straight line. It was obviously summer, everyone was frozen, and no one dared to move forward.

Innocently helped Jingxun to stand at the door and waited for the big guy on the opposite side? Come, Chu Qiao asked, "Xunxun, is this the husband you're looking for?"

Someone was not afraid to die and asked in a low voice: "Xunxun, is this your boyfriend?"

When Jing Xun heard the question, he barely opened his eyes and looked at the other side.

On the opposite side, Shen Yijin, who was walking towards him, had a slender figure and a handsome appearance.

…It is indeed Mr.

Jing Xun saw it clearly and was relieved.

Facing the inquiries from the seniors, he nodded, then shook his head, and replied obediently, "It's not a boyfriend."

Everyone: "?"

After drunk, Jing Xun corrected his expression seriously and emphasized: "It's the fiancé."

Senior sisters and seniors: "...???"

Immediately afterwards, in the shocked gazes of the senior elder sisters, Shen Yijin stepped forward to take over the younger brother in their hands.

Chu Qiao was nominated by everyone, and went forward to "report" President Shen about the situation of his younger brother's drinking.

After checking it, Shen Yijin confirmed that Jing Xun still retains a considerable part of his sanity, but he was a little drunk, and said to others, "I'm causing you trouble."

"...No trouble, no trouble." Senior sisters and seniors waved their hands quickly.

Shen Yijin: "Then let's go first."

"Okay, okay, go slowly."

In the eyes of everyone, their idol was just holding the youth with one arm at first, but it seemed that he noticed that the schoolboy had some soft feet and was inconvenient to walk, so he simply bent over slightly, and then, he slapped him up and hugged him...

Effortlessly.

…

…Even if the younger brother is thinner, his height is still there.

How to say it is also an adult male of nearly 1.8 meters. Their idol actually said that they would be squeezed and squeezed. The others present subconsciously squeezed the muscles of each other’s arms...

Looking at the idol’s expressions, I became more admired and surprised.

Not to mention that afterwards, they witnessed the junior being put into a brand new Rolls Royce...

The driver was sent out to do errands, and today it was Shen Yijin who drove to meet Jingxun in person.

Placing the drunk person in the passenger seat, Chen Yizhin got into the car from the other side. As soon as he got into the car, he saw the young man staring at him innocently with a pair of big round eyes.

"Sir... is it really you?"

The curve of Chen Yijin's originally tight jaw relaxed a little, and he said, "It's me."

"Huh." Jing Xun let out a small sigh, then leaned in the direction of Chen Yijin.

He seemed to want to lean on him very much, but the distance between the driver and co-driver in the car was still a little far away, and Jing Xun, who was leaning forward, did not find any focus.

As a last resort, the drunk youth could only raise his head again, his misty eyes staring at Shen Yizhin blankly, and the soft black hair hanging on his ears, a bit confused and a bit lost.

He called him: "Sir."

Shen Yijin said: "Yeah."

Jing Xun asked, "Are we going home?"

The tone of the dazed youth was also cautious, like a little rabbit who couldn't find home after leaving the nest.

The little rabbit is as white as jade, cute and soft, and pitiful.

Especially when looking at someone innocently, as if any big movement would disturb him.

Shen Yijin had to stretch out his hand? To touch his face.

"Well, I just came to pick Xiaoxun home."

The skin of the cheek touched by the fingertips was delicate, and the young man looked up obediently and let him touch it.

Then, caught off guard, Jing Xun suddenly tilted his head and touched the palm of that hand with his very soft, dry lips.

The young man's lips touched his palm like a splash, causing Chen Yijin to be stunned.

Raising his eyes again, the young man who leaned back in his seat gave him a smile.

...A very naughty, childlike innocent smile.

The corners of the taut lips were slightly raised, and Chen Yijin half lifted his body, pulled over Jing Xun's seat belt, and fastened him.

The young man leaning on the chair was unprepared at first, but seemed to dislike being so restrained. As soon as the seat belt was buckled, he began to struggle.

"...No, I don't want to be tied..."

Shen Yijin: "..."

The narrow space inside the car was a bit hot and dry by the alcohol, the drunk youth twisted his body unconsciously, but his voice was soft, with a little nasal sound, lazy, very different from usual.

Shen Yijin had to patiently explain: "It's just a seat belt. I'll unlock it for you in a while."

Jing Xun listened, but she didn't struggle anymore.

He just slumped there and snorted slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction slightly.

It seems true that it hates restraint, and it is true that it can be endured.

It was the first time that Shen Yijin saw each other acting like a baby.

...Acting like a baby?

Shen Yijin remembered the scene when he saw the youth for the first time. The youth who was as soft as water and boneless bowed at him and apologized for his sudden intrusion...

The youth at that time were also polite and alienated.

Haven't been spoiled?

…

In the enclosed space, apart from Jing Xun's nonchalantly shouting no, there was also a slightly heavy breath.

Fortunately, the rotisserie is near the school and not far from their residence.

Shen Yizhin drove the car and turned into the underground garage under the apartment within a few minutes. After parking the car, the young man sitting in the co-pilot could finally get rid of the restraint of the seat belt, but he hadn't waited for him to take two steps excitedly. , He was beaten up again.

His vision turned around for a while, and Jing Xun had to reach out and grab the neck of the person who was holding him to gain a sense of security. Even though he had been held firmly, he did not dare to move.

The experience of getting sick twice and being carried into the emergency room by the partners around him taught Jing Xun not to struggle.

Because struggling will bring resistance to those who save him.

Jing Xun hates causing trouble to others.

…But Mr. is different.

What he has experienced, the husband has strength.

…

This is the case for drunk people, who can easily think in a wild way.

Jing Xun thought of himself for a while, then thought that he was already Yan Jingxun, and then he thought of her husband again.

In the end, his chaotic brain accurately came to the conclusion: As the super invincible villain in the book, a paper man with a superb body with eight pack abs, his own weight is completely stress-free for the husband. Not worth mentioning.

So he leaned comfortably in Shen Yijin's arms, and Jing Xun at this time was as quiet as a finely crafted porcelain doll.

Only when he returned home, Shen Yizhin had just opened the door lock with his fingerprints, and the clean porcelain doll yelled to take a bath.

Shen Yijin didn’t worry about leaving him alone in the hallway, so he had to carry him all the way back to the bedroom’s cloakroom and put him on the long leather chair. He said, “Xiao Xun, wait a minute, I’ll give you water. ."

Now Jing Xun seemed to have a hard time understanding the meaning of his words. The young man tilted his head, but still sat on the bench obediently and waited quietly.

Shen Yijin went into the bathroom to release water. After he came out, he took off Jingxun's footwear and socks by the way. Then he paused for a moment and asked, "Can Xiaoxun take off his clothes?"

"Yeah." The young man still nodded extremely obediently, watching Shen Yijin's eyes sparkling, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were clearly visible.

He vowed to say: "I can."

"That's good." Shen Yijin said, "Wait a while, and Xiaoxun will take off her clothes."

After a while, the water in the bathtub was almost filled, and Shen Yijin led him into the bathroom.

He took out all the mobile phones in his pocket and put them aside, Shen Yizhin asked again, "Can Xiaoxun wash it by himself?"

"Yeah." Jing Xun replied still very simply.

Worrying that Jingxun would submerge himself, Chen Yijin didn't put too much water in the bathtub.

Finally, after testing the water temperature, he felt that there was no problem. He said, "You can wash it, what's the matter with Xiaoxun? Call me if anything happens, I'll be outside."

"Okay, sir." Jing Xun still nodded obediently, but before Shen Yizhin turned and walked out of the bathroom, he had walked directly into the shower room and raised his hand to open the shower.

Shen Yijin: "..."

When he fished the person out of the shower room, Jing Xun was soaked all over.

There was also a lot of water on Chen Yijin's suit.

Probably never? The experience of caring for drunken people, the always stable President Shen inevitably froze for a moment. His eyes are full of young people looking at him blankly with wet hair, Shen Yijin’s peachy eyes and eyes under his eyes. The color suddenly became very dark.

"Xiaoxun... do you want me to wash it for you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Xun's cell phone rang, which he had put aside.

Will this time be called? It shouldn't be an advertisement or a harassing call. Shen Yizhin held the young man in one hand and picked up the other's cell phone in the other. Seeing? It showed a string of unfamiliar numbers that had not been saved.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand to answer the call.

Putting the phone to his ear blankly, Shen Yijin didn't make a sound.

On the other side, there was a loud tongue voice characteristic of a drunk person:

"Senior, I'm downstairs in your dormitory...Are you sleeping? I...can you go downstairs? I have something to talk to you...Why don't you talk? Yan Jingxun, I actually want to you…"

"Shen Bohan."

Shen Yijin's voice directly cut off the remaining words of the other party like a steel knife.

"..."

It seemed that he recognized that the voice was not the one he was looking for in an instant, and Shen Bohan's voice suddenly became cold, and the people who heard the voice became sober.

He asked vigilantly: "...who are you?"

"Don't? Come to Jingxun again." Shen Yijin answered the question, and his voice was extremely cold.

The command tone used by the superiors was passed through the phone, and he didn't need to say more, he had already overwhelmed the other party in momentum.

He didn't even need to introduce himself, in exchange for a long silence from the other side.

As for what the other party was thinking, Shen Yijin didn't care.

He just didn't have anything? In his tone of voice, he warned loudly and loudly: "Remember, Yan Jingxun is not the one you should touch."