i just want to get a girlfriend

Now, even if Yi Hang had a paralyzed face, he couldn't hold back the embarrassment, and there was a hint of apology in his eyes, and he kept making sorry gestures to Zhong Zhiyang.

Subconsciously, he took Zhong Zhiyang's gloomy face as the female grimace that La played as a prank...

Zhong Zhiyang's nostrils were stuffed with tissues, and his expression was extremely angry. Zhong Zhiang quickly stopped his movement of punching Yi Hang's face.

The expression of wanting to fight but not being able to fight made Zhong Zhiyang so sad, he just felt that he had lost a lot of face in front of Zhong Zhiang again.

Seeing their embarrassing appearance, Zhong Zhiang felt that it was outrageous, so he immediately called and asked for clothes to be delivered.But seeing Yi Hangna trembling, he got up and unbuttoned...

Yi Hang didn't understand the mysterious action of the young master.

And Zhong Zhiyang raised his eyebrows secretly, thinking whether his brother had found out his conscience and wanted to take off his coat, but turned his eyes and almost vomited blood!

Zhong Zhiang gently covered Yi Hang with his coat, and also gave him a charming smile.

And Yi Hang trembled and trembled, feeling that he was about to be pierced by a line of sight.

He quickly waved his hand, lifted the coat and stuffed it back into Zhong Zhiang's hand.

"Give it to Second Young Master, I'm not cold."

Zhong Zhiang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the bodyguard was really a sensible child.

Zhong Zhiyang stopped his elder brother, "Hey, don't come, I don't like things that other people have used."

Hearing this, Yi Hang's eyes darkened, and he tightened the soaked quilt around his waist.

This look of loss and dejection fell into Zhong Zhiang's eyes, and he began to scold his wayward brother in a deep voice, "You boy, how did he offend you? I apologized to you and you still hold grudges? What's the matter, this coat You hate it even after I used it? Then when Xiao Li brings the clothes over, don’t wear them, or you’ll freeze.”

He made a gesture to take the coat out, but Zhong Zhiyang rolled his eyes and stopped him, "I'm cold, I want to wear it!"

Yi Hang turned his face away, and secretly despised this person. On the surface, he disliked him so much that he probably was so happy that he wanted to rush to do a tap dance.

He shivered quietly, causing the wound to feel numb and painful, what a good man he is!

The afterglow of the setting sun covered the entire field of vision, and Yi Hang sat in the back seat, drowsy.The driver was Zhong Zhiang, and the co-pilot was Zhong Zhiyang. The two brothers who were not related by blood spoke their own words, and no one cared about the little bodyguard who was already asleep in the back seat.

And now Yi Hang has no spare energy to take care of these two brothers, he fell into a dreamland.

In the field of vision is the familiar black keyboard, and the cold light on the computer screen hits Yi Hang's dazed face.

He stared at the familiar computer desktop for a moment, moved the mouse arrow, and clicked to open a software.

The account number is already familiar by heart, and the little chrysanthemum turned for two seconds, and the game interface popped up smoothly.

He clicked on the friend list, Jin Yi Ye Xing's profile picture was gray, but the message records... had an extra message:

Be gentle with me.

Also OK:...

He took a look at a message he left, and then looked back at the other party's message. He had a strange feeling, and felt that the other party's tone of voice...was like a girl.

Yi Hang thought about it carefully, and came to a conclusion, could it be that Jinyi Yexing is also a personal demon account?

These days, it is really tiring to guess the gender of the other party while playing a game.

Also OK: Tell me honestly, are you a man or a woman?

Just after typing these words and clicking send, the screen suddenly turned red again, Yi Hang's nerves tensed, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

As soon as he closed it, his mind immediately became chaotic, and the whole person fell into darkness again.

Uncle Wang's stern voice rang in his ears. Yi Hang opened his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room for a while. When he rolled his eyes, he saw the two muscular men who came with him drooping after being reprimanded by Uncle Wang. head.

"Remember to do better in the future! Don't make any mistakes! You have to go down!"

The door was closed, and Uncle Wang stepped over and praised Yi Hang, "Are you awake? Nephew, you did a good job this time! Very good! One pair of five!" He poured a glass of water for Yi Hang, "Take good care of your injuries. In the future, the Zhong family will not treat us badly."

Yi Hang nodded, drank water and closed his eyes again.

Then he vaguely heard the door being opened, and suddenly smelled a scent at the tip of his nose, he opened his eyes.

This visitor surprised him a bit.

Most of the rooms for servants, bodyguards and the like were simple and small, yet Zhong Zhiyang was willing to condescend to Jiang Gui to see him.It was not in vain that he blocked the knife for the second young master.

But Yi Hang looked at the chicken wings with soy sauce placed beside the bed, and his heart was very complicated.

Seeing him not moving, Zhong Zhiyang still had an indescribable expression, and his voice was mixed with a trace of awkwardness, as if he had bestowed him with great kindness.

"What? Not to your taste?" He sniffed.

"I can't eat." Yi Hang held up the words written on his mobile phone to show him, Zhong Zhiyang choked up for a moment, his expression suddenly turned cold.

At this time, the door was knocked, and then opened, and the servant aunt came in with a big bowl of food.

Seeing Zhong Zhiyang with a bad complexion and icy eyes, she was a little surprised and shivered slightly.

"Hi, Second Young Master."

This smell is different from that of chicken wings in soy sauce. Yi Hang twitched his nostrils, feeling a little greedy. The servant aunt put down the bowl and said to him: "This is the pig's trotter that the young master ordered me to stew for you... eat it while it's hot, after you're done." Just put the bowl there and I'll collect it."

Like spring blossoms, she gets a grateful smile.

"Thank you, young master, for me."

Auntie can understand some sign language, she agreed, she took two steps, and she caught a glimpse of something behind Zhong Zhiyang out of the corner of her eye, her expression changed.

"Oh, who brought you this thing? Don't you know that injured people can't eat soy sauce and chicken wings? This is not conducive to wound healing and easy to get angry!"

After a while, the door was closed vigorously, and Zhong Zhiyang didn't turn around, so Yi Hang couldn't see his expression at all. What the aunt said undoubtedly gave him a slap in the face, and it was hard for him to care about others, and the result almost self-defeating.

But this is just one of them, and the second is... Zhong Zhiang actually came to care about that dumb bodyguard?

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, there is more sourness and annoyance, maybe there is something else.

In order to protect his younger brother's safety, Zhong Zhiang personally selected a few bodyguards to stick beside Zhong Zhiyang. The latter rubbed his eyes, how could those five big and three thick guys be as gentle as Zhang Xian?Take it out and follow it like a gangster, and it also lowers your appearance.

In the incident that happened in the suburbs, smart migrant workers took pictures of the license plate number, but...the license plate number was fake.

Because of this, Zhong's family became even more vigilant. Zhong Zhiyang was followed by bodyguards in black when he went in and out, and he had no sense of personal freedom.

For this reason, he went to sign up for a taekwondo class, thought about it, and added a sign language class.

Therefore, Zhong Zhiyang was so busy that he became a dead dog during the time when Yi Hang was recovering from his injuries.

One day, Yi Hang was listening to Uncle Wang with his head down, when he was pulled away suddenly, Zhong Zhiyang smiled and said to him: "Come on, let's compete!"

After studying for a month, he was eager to find someone to learn from after entering the door. He was eager to try, Yi Hang frowned, not understanding what the young master was excited about.

It wasn't until Zhong Zhiyang took a pose that Yi Hang realized it.

After the tragic defeat, Zhong Zhiyang didn't even dare to look at Uncle Wang's face. He secretly gave Yi Hang a look: Why don't you save the second young master some face?

Several people in the courtyard saw Zhong Zhiyang being pinned to the ground by Yi Hang, with his hands and feet bound, and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts in order to avoid harming the fish in the pond.

It seemed that Yi Hang really didn't show any sympathy, this news reached Zhong Zhiang's ears, causing him to burst into a smirk, his younger brother's appearance of being at a disadvantage seemed to be in front of his eyes, but unfortunately he didn't see it.

His spirit was frustrated, and he became honest for the time being.Zhong Zhiyang seems to be obsessed with Taekwondo. From time to time, when he meets Yi Hang, he will make a surprise attack or compete, but of course he has never won.

Day by day, Yi Hang watched with his own eyes that Zhong Zhiyang, who was originally dressed in white chicken, gradually became stronger. When they fought each other several times, he could feel the hard muscles on the opponent's arms when they touched each other.

Although looking at the body changes, it is only a thin layer.

But it's also a big improvement!

Half a year later, nothing happened to the Zhong family.

Zhong Zhiyang's sign language class also received a lot of results. At least he can understand the general meaning of Yi Hang's sign language, and communication is not as difficult as it used to be.

In November, the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall one after another, and a cloud of dust is rolled up.

The weather in the north was getting colder, and Yi Hang tightened his zipper. Unlike the dull and old bodyguard uniform, his casual attire looked like a freshly graduated college student.

Zhang Xian has just passed the age of 25, so it's too early to talk about it.

Today he was on vacation, the two young masters of the Zhong family and the Yang family gathered in a high-end restaurant, and they didn't say that they wanted bodyguards to accompany them, so they were all idle.

The weather is very warm, bathed in the sun, even the coolness is gradually washed away.

With his hands in his pockets, Yi Hang wandered around Zhong's house, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Zhong's house was well-greened, and there was still a piece of green everywhere, dotted with yellow leaves.

He turned his gaze and caught a glimpse of a figure.

The figure seemed to be full of anger, and the whole body exuded a terrifying aura that the living should not approach.Extremely cold and angry, the figure stepped into the gate of Zhong's courtyard.

Yi Hang quickened his pace to chase after him, only to see the back of Zhong Zhiyang going upstairs with a destructive anger.He thought, maybe the things in Zhong Zhiyang's room should suffer.

Zhong Zhiyang stayed in the room all afternoon, and Zhong Zhiang came back at night, smelling slightly of alcohol.

Yi Hang didn't understand what happened to the two brothers, it probably had something to do with Yang Sisi.After all, the two families are having a party today.

"Second Young Master is in the room, and he hasn't come out since he came back." Yi Hang gestured, "It seems that he is in a bad mood."

Zhong Zhiang pinched his forehead wearily, his joy was covered by powerlessness.

He raised his foot as if he was about to go upstairs, then paused for a moment, then turned to Yi Hang and said, "Go and see him for me."

Yi Hang couldn't understand the sudden change of mind, he nodded, and walked out of Zhong Zhiyang's room step by step.He listened carefully, but there was no movement, and then tapped twice, and a low and hoarse word came from the room: get out.

Yi Hang had a heavy responsibility, so how could he be afraid of a single word from him, he continued to knock and knock until the door was opened, and Zhong Zhiyang, who was cursing in a low voice, grabbed him and dragged him into the room.