The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter Seventeen

Meng Yili didn't make a sound on the spot, his expression moved slightly, and for a moment, he became a good subordinate.

"Master, sir, please come home."

"Home?" Wen Yu murmured, shaking his head, "I want to calm down."

Meng Yi clenched his fists, "Master, offended."

Wen Yu hadn't responded yet. His eyes turned black. When he opened his eyes, he arrived at the bright and warm dining table. Zhao Zhengzheng sat at the top, met him, and said as usual: "There are dishes you like to eat today."

After finishing speaking, he personally filled the bowl of soup for Wen Yu, and said coldly: "Don't make trouble anymore."

Wen Yu stared at the soup in front of him, trembling with anger as he listened to Zhao Zheng ’s words, he clenched his fists tightly, and looked towards the calm and strong Zhao Zheng, “You approached me from the beginning and lied to me with lies , Let me depend on you wholeheartedly, now I only have you, only you, but you tell me that you are my father. "

"Go on." Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and all the servant butlers standing in the living room disappeared.

There were only two people in the empty room. Wenyu looked around and found out that this house was too big. I did n’t feel lonely and empty before, because Zhao Zheng chatted with him and chatted with him. ——

Zhao Zheng took care of him only because he was his ‘son’.

Wen Yu wanted to laugh, "I used to be passionate about yourself, you are so good to me, do you like me, do you still miss me."

"Now, there will be no change from now on." Zhao Zheng does not understand Wen Yu's vent and anger. "I can spoil you forever and let you live the life you want. Isn't that what you want?"

Wen Yu looked back at Zhao Zheng.

"No, what I want is not the feelings of father and son, I want your love." Wen Yu felt that he was hopelessly saved. He was obviously deceived by him, knowing that Zhao Zheng is a ghost of only a thousand years, but now he Also pray for Zhao Zheng's love.

From the beginning to the present, he never wanted a parent-child relationship.

"Love?" Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "I can do everything you want, don't force me to have nothing."

After finishing talking, Zhao Zheng stood up and walked to Wen Yu, still touching Wen Yu's curls as always, "Observe the meal, I'll go upstairs first."

There was only one person left on the entire first floor. The dishes on the table were still steaming and fragrant. From noon till now, they had not eaten anything, but now they have no appetite.

Wen Yu sat on the sofa, covering his eyes, he didn't know where he should be now.

Obviously, he should escape from here, but he really came back. Wen Yu knew that he still couldn't do without Zhao Zheng. He didn't know how long he was sitting in the living room, and fell asleep, the original empty sofa suddenly showed a person, and it was Zhao Zheng who had just disappeared to the second floor.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Zheng sat on the sofa and sat beside Wen Yu, watching Wen Yu suffering and suffering.

He stroked Wen Yu's face that had fallen asleep, the confusion in his eyes no longer covered up, he sighed lowly and muttered: "What the **** is love ..."

Sleeping for thousands of years, the endless darkness, watching my flesh rot away a little bit, but helpless, waking up again, after a thousand years of trance, he has not known himself. Who is he? What's the point of living in this era.

Zhao Zheng held out his sleeping Wenyu and went to the second floor.

Fusu was his first child, and the bright cry was still remembered in his heart. The joy of being a father was very special. After Hu Hai was born, he never felt that way again.

Rather than saying that he was looking for Fusu to experience his father and son's affection, it is better to say that he just wanted to make sure that he was still personal.

He can never give what Wen Yu wants.

Zhao Zheng put the people away, covered them with quilts, and turned away.

Wen Yu opened his eyes, silently looked at the back of his eyes, and tears rolled in his eyes. He just heard what Zhao Zheng said in his heart. He knew that Zhao Zheng deliberately gave him choices, but what choices could he have, he It's been a long time ago.

Is it only possible to be the so-called son obediently?

Zhao Zheng is really a bastard. Wen Yu gritted his teeth, everything was spread out, but he had no choice.

Reluctantly to leave here, reluctantly to leave Zhao Zheng's side, once the love in his heart is spoken, there is no way to recover it.

And if he really chose to leave, Wen Yu thought of Meng Yi's toughness today and asked him to come over. He could not help but sneer. Zhao Zheng is so domineering, how could he give him a 'chance'?

Playing with people's hearts, he is no better than the famous first emperor.

Everything is under Zhao Zheng's control.

In the end, Wen Yu only hated his indisputable spirit, crying and crying and did not know when to fall asleep.

The next day, the eyes were swollen, as big as walnuts, and they were very red and swollen. They could n’t go to work, and the organization was not busy. Wen Yu asked for leave. He went downstairs, and Zhao Zheng was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. In the past, let him go to eat early and see his red and swollen eyes as if nothing had happened, as if he was the only one who felt sad and corrective.

Wen Yu had wanted to spend a day, now facing such a calm Zhao Zheng, with a temper tantrum, said: "If you don't eat, I will go out."

"Meng Yi, send him out." Zhao Zheng also asked where to go.

After being identified, these ‘people’ do n’t have to hide, and Meng Yi appeared directly, standing respectfully on one side. Zhao Zheng stood up and walked to Wen Yu, bowing his head, like a good-tempered elder, rubbing Wen Yu's head, Wen Yu enjoyed this intimacy before, and was initially embarrassed, but when he fell in love Zhao Zhengshi was very obsessed, but never seriously studied the emotions in Zhao Zheng's eyes at this time.

Faint, with pet, tolerance, but no love.

"Come back early and wait for you to eat together." Zhao Zheng retreated.

Until sitting in the car, Wen Yu was frustrated to find that Zhao Zheng did not love anyone, including the son of Fusu, he had no love, and now he can let Zhao Zheng pet him tolerate him, all the premise is that he is Fusu Identity.

If he is not Fusu, Wen Yu shudders, and dare not imagine the worthless self, how Zhao Zheng will treat him.

Wen Yu is now entangled and hates this identity. As a son, he cannot let Zhao Zheng fall in love with him as a lover. If he is not a son, he is worthless.

He fell into infinite pain.

"Where is the young master?"

Meng Yi saw Wen Yu's pained look through the rear car mirror and asked again in a low voice.

Wen Yu eased his mind, but his chest felt tightly as if he was breathless. He turned white and sullenly said, "I don't know--go to Gao Yang." He laughed when he saw Meng Yi not speaking in front. , "You are the same as him, but you are better than him, you know that he is afraid, he is not even afraid ..."

At this point, my heart began to hurt again.

Meng Yi will be afraid, it is because love is high, because love is afraid.

And Zhao Zheng does not care not to love him, so he will not be afraid that he knows the truth, and will not be afraid that he will run away, because Zhao Zheng has the means to find him and ‘please’ him to go back, when nothing happens.

Because he is too 'weak', he has always been in a passive position and can only beg for Zhao Zheng to look at him and love him.

Wen Yu laughed at the thought of himself, when did he become like this, like a deep bosom.

"Master, I will tell Gao Yang personally, please don't reveal it." Meng Yi asked, sincerely.

"I don't know if it can be kept secret," Wen Yu murmured. He is in desperate need of a listener now, and then hold back, he will be crazy.

Meng Yi didn't speak anymore, and drove the car downstairs to Gao Yang's house to perform his duties, and sent a text message. Within five minutes, Gao Yang had a blown hair, rubbed his eyes, and wore a cotton-padded jacket. Driving the car door, he flew up and bit at Meng Yi's neck.

Vaguely said: "I'm dying from a backache, and my legs can't close, my sister laughs at me as a duck, and blames you."

Meng Yi's hardened face softened and hugged her arms, her chin rubbed against the cockroach, and said, "Master is behind, are you sure you want to be so passionate?"

Gao Yang found Wenyu in the back seat and greeted him awkwardly, explaining: "I am repairing and repairing the mask." After that, he found that Wenyu's expression was not right, and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't help but fire. "What's wrong?" Who bullied you? "Crawled directly to the back, the **** was photographed, and the chrysanthemum was shrunk subconsciously, and suddenly I was grinning and fortunately I could not see it in my pants.

"Find a place to talk."

Gao Yang didn't know what had happened yet. He saw Wen Yu for the first time in a painful way.

The car stopped steadily, soaring to see the place, and suddenly angrily, Mongolian drove the old 1 color and 1 ghost to the door of the hotel, the one they made for the first time. He was about to yell at Mongolian beasts for not knowing what to find in a cafe or something, so he turned black and appeared in the room the next second.

Gao Yang stood at the same place and looked at the familiar rooms around him, "lie."

Meng Yi looked at Wen Yu, rather than let Wen Yu say it, he would rather speak by himself. Gao Yang looked at Mongolian General's eyes and glanced back and forth at Mongolian General and Wenyu, and suddenly blushed and scolded: "Fuck you two together?"

Wen Yu: ...

If it were not in a bad mood, now he wanted to exaggerate his brain to make up for his criticism.

Meng Yi smiled, hugged Gao Yang in his arms, and said, "How is your head constructed?" After a pause, he let go of Yang Yang, and said seriously, "I'm a ghost. Meng Yi, from the Qin Dynasty. "

Wen Yu was also curious about Gao Yang's reaction and did not miss Gao Yang's expression.

I saw Gao Yang froze for a long time, and then started to pull Meng Yi's cheek, and then his mouth slowly cracked, laughing big, "Ha ha ha ha, I **** old cattle criticism, even went to a Qin Dynasty." Obviously unbelief .

Meng Yi acted in front of Gao Yang for a second and turned into an ancient. "Do I still need to take my head off for you?"

Gao Yang's mouth couldn't be closed, he quickly waved his hand: "Don't, don't believe me."

After a while, he twirled around Meng Yi, supporting his chin with a high-spirited nature, gossip and said: "Do you have a leg with Qin Shihuang's wife named Li Fei?" of."

Meng Yi hugged Gao Yang's spinning body and fixed it in front of him, saying, "I only love you and no one else."

Wen Yu looked silently beside him.

Gao Yang's personality is out of touch and straightforward. Once he accepts a person, even the bizarre identity will persist. The most important thing is that Gao Yang's love is not paid in vain.

Thinking of himself, Wen Yu felt uncomfortable, so he heard Meng Yi said: "You and the young master have a good chat, I will go out first."

Meng Yi left in the blink of an eye, and Gao Yang remembered that the just-worn look was obviously looking for something to say to him. The high-profile bold line was always keen, which was awkward at this moment.

"Which uncle Zhao do you like? He rejected you?"

"He is Emperor Qin, he said that I am Fusu." Wen Yu said directly.

Gao Yang's chin never closed.

"Lying trough, so exciting."

The author has something to say:

I'm wrong about the size of the Meng brothers. I'm sorry everyone, Meng Yi is the younger brother and Gao Yang.

I will now modify the previous content.