Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 3

Why did Brother Zhuo and the boss still look at each other?

Feng Zhuo was lying on the roof of the warehouse, with his hands under his head, looking at the night sky above his head, counting the stars boredly.

Counting and counting, fell asleep.

After the song was sung, Duan Yi waited for a while, but the man didn't sing any more.

He came out of the warehouse, locked the door and left.

In the middle of the night, except for 24-hour places such as Internet cafes, all other shops on the street were closed, and there were no pedestrians passing by on the road.

Only the lit street lamps and his shadow accompany him all the way.

Duan Yi wore earphones in both ears, and walked home unhurriedly while listening to music.

When he walked to the street where Brother Chen's Internet cafe was located, a boy who was about his age walked up to him.

Duan Yi didn't pay attention at first, until the other party called him in a light and anxious tone, and asked politely: "Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

Duan Yi who had lowered his head lightly raised his eyelids and looked at the other party.

As a result, he saw the face that made him hate it.

Feng Yue, whose complexion was slightly fairer than Leng Bai, looked at Duan Yi, who was slightly taller than him, his beautiful black eyes were particularly bright, shining like pure and flawless obsidian.

He asked expectantly, "Do you know how to get to Qinghe Garden?"

Duan Yi furrowed his brows unobtrusively.

Did this person lose his memory or pretend he didn't know him?

You obviously still play games in the Internet cafe next door, but now you don’t know Qinghe Garden, which is not far from the Internet cafe?

What's wrong with deliberately striking up a conversation and asking him for directions?

He stared at Feng Yue, expressionless and said: "I don't know."

Feng Yue frowned in distress, but still politely said thank you to Duan Yi.

He sneaked out while his parents were not paying attention when he finished the examination and other results in the hospital.

Because of the examination, his mobile phone wallet was with his mother at the time, so Feng Yue was penniless when he slipped out of the hospital.

He had no money to take a taxi at all, so he had to go this way by memory.

He has stayed abroad all year round. Although he has learned Chinese since childhood and speaks Chinese very well, he has basically never returned to China.

Naturally, I am not familiar with this place.

He has only been to grandma's house a few times, and he knows that it is in a community called Qingheyuan, but the exact route...he really can't remember clearly.

After all, every time I come back, I take a car, so I don’t have to find my way.

Just as Feng Yue was going to the Internet cafe to ask the boss, Duan Yi, who was about to leave, suddenly said coldly: "Go north along the road, turn west at the intersection, and cross two streets, you will be Qinghe Garden."

Feng Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled gratefully and thanked: "Thank you!"

Duan Yi, who was in the opposite direction from Feng Yue, frowned suspiciously when he saw the back of the boy walking quickly towards the north.

It feels weird.

But he didn't think much, turned around and walked on.

Feng Zhuo woke up in the middle of the night, and the night wind on the roof was cold, so he woke up from the cold.

After waking up, Feng Zhuo walked down the stairs sleepily from the roof, and walked slowly towards the house.

When he arrived at the door of the house, the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on, and Feng Zhuo was instantly taken aback by the figure hiding at the door.

His sleepy eyes could hardly be opened, but now he wakes up immediately.

When Feng Yue saw Feng Zhuo, he immediately wanted to stand up.

But he squatted for too long, his feet and legs were numb.

Feng Yue supported the door with his hands and barely stood up, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth: "Brother!"

Feng Zhuo stared at him irritably, and asked coldly, "Who asked you to come?"

Feng Yue replied obediently: "No one, I want to come by myself."

"Do your parents know?" Feng Zhuo asked angrily.

"I don't know." Feng Yue lowered his head, and then whispered: "They are also you..." Parents.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yue was glared at by Feng Zhuo, and he immediately shut up and stopped talking.

"I want to live with brother tonight, is that okay?" Feng Yue raised his eyes and looked at Feng Zhuo eagerly.

Like a poor puppy who just wants to be kept.

Feng Zhuo was unmoved, he just sneered, and couldn't help being sarcastic: "Don't worry, my temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Feng Yue pursed his lips and muttered: "You won't let me in, so I'll just squat at the door, anyway, I won't leave."

Feng Zhuo grabbed his arm and pulled him into the elevator, "You really think I can't do anything about you?"

"Brother, brother!" Feng Yue was born weak, and his strength was naturally not as strong as Feng Zhuo's, so he couldn't escape Feng Zhuo's pull and shackles after tossing for a long time.

Feng Yue was dragged by Feng Zhuo all the way to the entrance of the community.

On the way, Feng Zhuo specially called a taxi, and when they arrived at the gate of the community, Feng Zhuo stuffed him into the car and said to the driver, "Please, take him to the Hilton Hotel on Qingjiang Road."

The moment the car drove forward, the window of the rear seat fell down, Feng Yue turned his face backwards, and raised his voice to ask Feng Zhuo: "Brother, do you really hate me?"

Feng Zhuo looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes were cold, and he didn't speak.

When the car turned a corner, Feng Yue disappeared.

The phone rang suddenly.

It's Kang Rong.

Feng Zhuo didn't answer and hung up directly.

The other party sent another WeChat message: "Did Xiaoyue come to you? You asked him to come back and rest quickly. The doctor said that his injuries need rest to heal quickly."

Feng Zhuo raised his eyes to look in front of the taxi where he could no longer see, and bit his lips tightly.

I hate you to death!

Feng Yue and the others left the day before No. [-] Middle School started.

Feng Yue hoped that Feng Zhuo could go to the airport to see them off. Not long after Feng Zhuo was released from the small dark room, he committed crimes against the wind. He was not afraid of death and asked Feng Zhuo if he could go to the airport, but Feng Zhuo didn't get any reply.

Feng Yue always had a little expectation in his heart, but he waited at the airport until the final security check, but he didn't see Feng Zhuo's figure appearing.

Feng Zhuo is playing games in the Internet cafe.

Already killing crazy in the game, his operation became smoother and smoother, and he took one head after another.

Yan Jia was taken by Feng Zhuo all the way to lie down and eat chicken.

When waiting for the next game to check the results, Yan Jia couldn't help but get up, "Damn it!" "Brother Zhuo! 12 rounds of games, 9 times!"

"Please maintain such a high standard, continue to take me to eat chicken tomorrow! At this rate, I will be promoted in a few days!"

Feng Zhuo turned off the computer and got up, speechless: "School starts tomorrow, you idiot!"

Yan Jia followed him out, said with a smile: "I know, I'm talking about after school."

It was getting late, and the two of them were walking under the street lights.

"It is estimated that the school's information about the division of arts and sciences will be sent to the mobile phone tonight." Yan Jia hooked Feng Zhuo's shoulder and prayed: "I hope we can be in the same class!"

"Hey brother Zhuo, did you choose science?"

Feng Zhuo let Yan Jia hook his shoulders to him, walked lazily, and said, "I don't know, they did it for me."

"They" naturally refers to his parents, Kang Rong and Feng Baiyang.

Yan Jia took his hands off Feng Zhuo's shoulders and guessed, "I guess it's science. No. 4 middle school focuses on science. There are only 20 classes in liberal arts, and the remaining nearly [-] classes are all science classes."

"Whatever," Feng Zhuo shrugged, "I don't care."

Anyway, whichever class you are in, you will be the first one, there is no difference.

When they reached the intersection, Yan Jia and Feng Zhuo no longer traveled together.

Yan Jia stopped and asked, "Would you like to eat at my house?"

Feng Zhuo was not emotional, and just about to refuse, Yan Jia suddenly choked him with his arm.

"Let's go, let's go, school starts tomorrow, have a good meal at my house tonight, commemorate the end of our last carefree summer vacation before the college entrance examination."

"Fart! Next year will be the last summer vacation before the college entrance examination." After Feng Zhuo finished speaking, he scolded Yan Jia with a smile: "Let go of me!"

Yan Jia smiled and gave it away, and replied solemnly: "That's why I added "carefree and carefree"!Graduating from the second year of high school next year, the beginning of school will be the third year of high school. Do you think the summer vacation will be easy? "

Feng Zhuo snorted nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'll have as much fun as I can."

"Even if I'm in the third year of high school, I should still play, my lord."

Yan Jiayu said earnestly: "Brother Zhuo, let's be foolish, we can't make fun of our own future, do you know that?"

Feng Zhuo looked at him: "Who got mad?"

Yan Jia had no choice but to say no more.

During dinner that night, Yan Jia and Feng Zhuo successively received text messages from the school sending them class assignments.

"I'm in class 13 of science!" Yan Jia immediately raised his eyes and asked Feng Zhuo excitedly: "Brother Zhuo, brother Zhuo, which class are you in?"

Feng Zhuo slowly turned on the phone, glanced at it, and read out: "Science Class 13."

Yan Jia excitedly patted the table and jumped up, shouting happily: "We are in the same class! We are in the same class, Brother Zhuo!!"

Yan's mother was startled by the sound of her son slapping the table, Yan's father slapped his son on the back of the head, and scolded: "You son of a bitch! You scared your mother!"

Yan Jia covered her head and sat obediently, but couldn't help shaking her body from side to side and laughing happily: "Hey, hey..."

Feng Zhuo looked at him with disgust, and said, "Are you stupid?"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Early the next morning, after Yan Jia arrived near the school, he stopped by and asked Feng Zhuo to go to school together.

No. [-] Middle School is next to Qinghe Garden, very close to where Feng Zhuo lives.

When the two arrived at No. 13 Middle School, Yan Jia led Feng Zhuo into the teaching building, walked up the stairs, turned the corner on the third floor, and found Science Class [-].

The student information of the class is posted on the wall next to the front door of the class.

Yan Jia curiously dragged Feng Zhuo into the crowd, and browsed the names of his classmates.

As a result, he saw a name that shocked him.

Yan Jiadeng opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it: "Damn it? Duan Yi?!"

"Brother Zhuo, Duan Yi is actually in our class!"

Feng Zhuo didn't know him, so he asked casually, "Who is this? Is it a good fight?"

Yan Jia: "..."

"You know how to fight," he said to Feng Zhuo about Duan Yilai after complaining, "He is the face of No. [-] Middle School. He has always been the number one student.

"He's so handsome, many girls in school regard him as a male god!"

Feng Zhuo said "Oh" perfunctorily, "What does it have to do with me that he studies so well and is handsome?"

"I'm not a woman, and I don't admire Qiang, so I'm not interested in him."

After finishing speaking, as soon as he turned around, Feng Zhuo saw the boy leaning on the railing of the corridor casually standing on the outermost side, waiting for people to disperse into the classroom.

Duan Yi, who had tilted his head, seemed to have noticed Feng Zhuo's gaze, turned his face and slightly raised his eyelids, and met his gaze.

Seeing Feng Zhuochu staring at the front without moving, Yan Jia followed his line of sight suspiciously.

what's the situation?

Why did Brother Zhuo and the boss still look at each other?

Yan Jia crouched close to Feng Zhuo, and asked him in a low voice, "Brother Zhuo, do you know the boss?"

Feng Zhuo frowned, "Huh? Who?"

Yan Jia: "That handsome guy you're staring at! Boss Duan Yi!"

Feng Zhuo: "?"

Whoa!He is Duan Yi?

The author says:

There is nothing wrong with saving manuscripts, I will try my best to write the next chapter tomorrow during the day.

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