It was marked by the top A next door

Chapter 115

Yan Yang's identity was exposed.

The newsletter posted on Weibo was a photo of Qi Le and Yan Yang talking at the hospital and Qi Le being interviewed at the hospital gate. The "delicate" relationship with Yan Yang.

Damn it, I owe it!

Jiang Yan's hand that slid the screen increased a little bit of force, and pulled down the comment with all his strength. As he thought, the netizens who were still active on Weibo late at night eating melons really boiled up again, speculating about the relationship between Qi Le and Yan Yang , and successfully pushed this piece of gossip to the top at a rocket-like speed, and even the trending search for Zhong Chen's injury was squeezed out.

The campus romance between Galactic's popular starlet and the president's son unfolded in the words and phrases of netizens.

What the hell are these!

With a "snap", Jiang Yan buckled the phone on the table next to him, the screen was torn apart, and colorful light spots flashed.

The clerk at the front desk couldn't help being startled when she saw him like this. She timidly raised her head and looked at Jiang Yan carefully for a while. Number.

After a while, Yan Yang hurried out of the meeting room.

But he only saw a long black coat where Jiang Yan had sat.

"Are you okay?" Brother Bei asked resentfully standing behind him.

Yan Yang pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, he immediately picked up the phone and pressed a series of numbers.

"Hello, Brother Yang..." The voice of the person who answered the phone was soft and lazy, as if he was still in a dream.

"Where are you?" Yan Yang asked.

"I'm in the apartment," Qi Le nuzzled, "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I didn't know that I would be photographed...Actually, even if everyone knows that you are the son of Uncle Zhong and Uncle Yan..."

Yan Yang didn't want to hear those nonsense, so he immediately interrupted and asked, "Is Ayan with you?"

"Brother Yan? Why is he here?" Qi Le fell silent on the phone for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Did Brother Yan know? He's very angry, right? I...I..."

Qi Le's tone was sharp, as if he was even more frightened, but he cut off the phone before he had time to show his skills.

There was silence in the room, Qi Le heaved a sigh of relief, hummed softly and raised the corners of his mouth, feeling relieved.

He slowly got up from the bed and walked barelegged in the heated room with an elegant demeanor, just like when he was training in the company on weekdays.

He walked leisurely to the living room, and with a "crash", he pulled the tablecloth and scattered all the items on the table to the floor.Then he scratched his hair, picked up a glazed ashtray from the ground, and smashed it on his forehead with a "bang".

He took a picture against the mirror wall of the dining room, and seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece.

The wound is neither big nor small, and it is hidden in the hairline of the forehead, and it will not affect the subsequent itinerary.

Under his consciousness, the glands are slowly urging to emit his own scent, and the overwhelming pheromone smell is getting stronger and stronger under his urging, and the provocation and stimulation of the thorny rose irritated the people who were walking towards his room Jiang Yan.

"Boom boom boom!"

Qi Le turned his head, the two bloodstains running down his fair cheeks made his smile even more alluring.

With the corners of his mouth rising and falling, Qi Le walked leisurely to the door, and when he closed the doorknob with one hand, there was a look of disdain in the corner of his eyes.

He never obeyed Jiang Yan.

"Bang!"

The door was only opened a crack before being kicked open by Jiang Yan. When he saw Qi Le's injury clearly, he was startled for a few seconds and realized that he had been caught in a trap.

"Brother Yan, I didn't do it on purpose." When Qi Le said this, the corners of his mouth were raised.

The fragrance of roses stimulated the glandular nerves with his smile, Jiang Yan's mind became hot, he stepped forward with a stride, and raised his hand to punch him.

Qi Le tried to avoid his face, but Jiang Yan refused to let go, and punched him on the bridge of the nose, which broke with a "click".

"Ah—" Qi Le covered his nose and howled in pain.

Looking at the messy living room, Jiang Yan didn't regret his behavior at all.

"Accident?" Jiang Yan sneered, "Obviously, you set me up, but you didn't expect that I would continue to jump down."

Qi Le held his nose, blood seeped from between his fingers little by little.

"It was an accident...but I don't regret it," Qi Le turned away from the door out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "Your magnanimous stardom will be ruined after all."

The flashing lights flashed alternately behind Jiang Yan, but Jiang Yan looked very calm.

He looked down at Qi Le from top to bottom, as if Qi Le was just an unsightly speck of dust, not worth the emotional ups and downs at all.

"It may be yourself who destroys your future."

The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth curled up, and he turned to face the camera.

"I'm Jiang Yan, Yan Yang's boyfriend in Class A of Jinjiang Middle School Senior Three," Jiang Yan pointed to Qi Le on the ground and said, "I beat him up, he deserved it."

The paparazzi froze for a moment, a little confused.

"All the fans will only believe in me, Jiang Yan, the current me will not lose to you." Qi Le got up from the ground and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Yan looked back at him and said, "I hit you for two reasons. First, you know what you did with Joon in Houston; second, you ruined Brother Yang." A peaceful life."

"I said it for Brother Yang's benefit. Do you know that there are many directors in the company who are dissatisfied with Brother Yang's meddling in company affairs at a young age? I am doing this to help him clear his name!" Qi Le was filled with righteous indignation.

"He's top A, question? Will he be afraid?" Jiang Yan sneered, striding out with a few dazed paparazzi.

The flash clicked behind him, the consequences?Heh, Jinjiang Yiba has never been afraid of him!

It wasn't until standing in the cold wind that the hand that just swung the fist was still numb at the moment, but the mood was much more comfortable.

He lowered his head and smelled it, and the smell of Qi Le pheromone was still attached to his body, which made Nima feel sick.

Jiang Yan patted his clothes, and walked in the same direction as he put his hands in his pockets.

I don't know if it was stimulated by similar pheromones, but the glands on the back of Jiang Yan's neck were also about to move.

He squeezed his hand in his pocket, and his palm seemed to be hot.

Thinking about the next day in my heart, it seems that the joint fever is just these few days.

He frowned, buried his head and ran forward.

I don't want to have a seizure when I'm outside.

Under the dim street lights, Jiang Yan kept running forward, the more he ran, the hotter he got, and the faster he ran, the drier he got.

The white breath he exhaled carried the fragrance of bitter orange blossom, permeating in the cold night.

……

Yan Yang sat on the McLaren and looked out the window anxiously. He didn't know how many times he called Jiang Yan along the way, but no one answered.

All he could think of was the apartment Qi Le lived in now.

The apartment was allocated by the company, not too far from Galactic, when Yan Yang arrived there, he saw an ambulance parked downstairs, surrounded by paparazzi, which surrounded the place tightly.

With a thump in his heart, he immediately got out of the car and ran over.

When the paparazzi saw that it was Yan Yang, they became interested again, wishing to put the camera on his face.

"Brother Yang..." Seeing him, Qi Le moved his hand covering his nose with red eyes.

The bridge of his nose was crooked, and there was blood all over his nose.

"Woooooo... Brother Yan, he's crazy, he..."

"Where is he?" Yan Yang asked.

"I don't know," Qi Le grabbed Yan Yang's hand, "Brother Yang, is my nose completely ruined? I... I'm scared, can you stay with me?"

"I'm going to find A Yan." Yan Yang looked at him, feeling bored.

He was the instigator, and he was also the weak and pitiful one.

"Go to the hospital for treatment first, the company's business, our business, wait until you recover."

Yan Yang pulled his hand away, broke through the crowd and returned to the McLaren, and left at a fast speed.

Qi Le got into the ambulance, and the moment the door closed, a strange smile appeared on his face.

He squeezed his fingers, sure that there will be a picture of him and Yan Yang holding hands in tomorrow's news.

that's enough.

Qi Le closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

The McLaren drove very slowly, and Yan Yang searched along the deserted streets, feeling ups and downs, desperately hoping that everyone who appeared in sight was Jiang Yan.

Suddenly, in a dimly lit corner, he saw a familiar figure.

When the car window was lowered, a faint scent of bitter orange blossoms rushed towards him along with the cold spring wind. Yan Yang was even more sure that the weak and helpless one squatting in the corner was Jiang Yan.

"Stop!" He shouted loudly, causing the driver to stop suddenly with a sudden brake.

Jiang Yanwo sucked cold air into his lungs, his body's physiology, desire and his will confronted each other, ice and fire writhed and collided in his body, he didn't have any energy for others, and he didn't find out what was happening behind him. Yan Yang.

"I am coming."

Yan Yang hugged him from behind, Jiang Yan was startled, his subconsciously rough hand was already stuck on Yan Yang's throat, but when he met those amber eyes, his body went limp.

"Brother Yang..." Jiang Yan was dressed roughly, like a puddle of water, melting limply in Yan Yang's arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yan Yang held him up by his legs and carried him back to the car without saying a word.

Jiang Yan pinched his thigh to try to clear his mind, he looked at Yan Yang, and smiled apologetically.

"Have you seen it all?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Yeah." Yan Yang kissed his neck, "I'll take care of it, don't worry."

"Don't blame me?" Jiang Yan said with a smile.

"You can bear what he did to you, but you can't bear what he did to me... You love me, how can I bear to blame you?" Yan Yang put his hand through his coat, and comforted Jiang Yan behind his waist .

The moment the cold hand touched his skin, Jiang Yan shivered all over.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yan frowned, "The wound on his forehead... I didn't do it."

Yan Yang frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that the few things that happened recently were not quite right.

Since when did Qi Le become so serious.

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