Strategy to Attack the System

Yuan Chen worked as a handyman in the theater for many days and was used to getting up early. When he went downstairs, it was just getting bright, but he was surprised to see that there was already a thin figure on the sofa in the living room. ---End of this Tanmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

The figure wore a thin woolen coat and stepped on the black sofa chair. He curled up and turned into a small ball. He was talking on the phone, and his whispered words were vague.

After a while, he hung up the phone, and then held the phone blankly. Cheng Fu walked towards him from an angle that Yuan Chen could not see, and crouched in front of the sofa chair to put on shoes for him.

The figure shrank back, then whispered a word.

Vice Cheng stubbornly grasped his slender ankle and didn't move, and answered a word. Compared with the almost weak whisper of the man on the sofa, Vice Cheng's low voice overflowed with unbreakable toughness.

The man shook his head again, this time a little wider, and stretched out his hand to push Cheng Fu away.

Vice Cheng grabbed his wrist and was about to impulsively do something impatient.

On the second floor, Yuan Chen's heart suddenly stagnated. There was a crisis and anger of being robbed in an instant, but he was still a thin and feeble child. He could only knock the celadon flower in the corner of the corridor with a bang. On the ground.

The two people downstairs who were shocked by the huge breaking sound turned their heads to look at the same time.In the gradually clear daylight, Cheng Fu's face was extremely gloomy, while Jiang Fu's pale face was covered with helpless grief, and he looked at him in a dependent distance .

Yuan Chen seemed to be nailed to the place by his gaze, his whole heart was filled with sorrow and pain, and the desire for aggression was gradually growing.

It seemed that he had decided to barely maintain his appearance in front of outsiders. Cheng Fu released his hand, straightened up and retreated to the side of the sofa chair, keeping a considerable distance from Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu looked up at Yuan Chen for a while, then curled up on the sofa chair again, holding the phone like a child who loves toys.

Yuan Chen walked down the stairs and stopped in front of him, staring at him with a quiet expression.

"Sorry, I broke the flower **."

Jiang Fu smiled, his weakness was blown away by the wind, he said lazily.

"It's okay, Vice Cheng, clear up the pieces."

At this time, Deputy Cheng was already calm, and he went up the stairs neatly.

Jiang Fu was still leaning on the sofa chair as if he was boneless, his gray pajamas showed a clean collarbone, but the smile on his face mixed with the beauty of the morning, like petals in the early spring.

"Go, get the cigarettes on the table."

He grinned and ordered.

Yuan Chen's body involuntarily followed his orders. After handing the cigarette to Jiang Fu, he just couldn't bite. The snow-white teeth grind slowly, as if he could taste the erosion from such a false trick. The pleasure of bone.

Yuan Chen had seen the intoxication of many people in the theater, so it was very strange to see Jiang Fu for the first time. He glanced at Fu Cheng who was cleaning the debris on the second floor, and his voice was slightly lower. As if whispering.

"Why don't you light a cigarette?"

Jiang Fu squinted and smiled, and pinched the cigarette in his hand. The boy with curving eyebrows, like an innocent boy, also whispered playfully.

"There are some things that you can't taste, you can't get rid of them as soon as you touch them."

It is his first time to come to the world of the Republic of China. Although he has a eager curiosity about everything that is lively and beautiful here, he does not have to try it all himself.

He has heard of such cigarettes in the interstellar and has seen them at auctions. Compared with the pseudo-cigarettes of interstellar machinery, the mysterious hand-made has an inherently intoxicating effect, and once such joy After enjoying it, you will crave it all your life.

Yuan Chen felt as if he had heard something else from his words, and he was in a daze.

His cheek was suddenly squeezed slightly, Yuan Chen looked at Jiang Fu who was pursing his lips blankly, his expression lost a little melancholy, and the startled weakness, his voice was barely audible.

"You know what, my eldest brother just called and said he will be back next month."

Wen Xi's reputation is so great that even a wanderer like Yuan Chen has always asked about his deeds.

Wen Xi was originally a great figure in the North City, and later slowly handed over the power here to the second master. He went to the south and seldom came back. Even if he did, he only stayed for a day or two before leaving.

Yuan Chen didn't know what to do with this big man before, so he didn't have any feelings.

Now the second master brought him back to Wen's mansion, he unconsciously recognized the second master as someone close to him, and now seeing the obvious innocence of the second master when he mentioned Wenxi, he actually had an idea of ​​this big man who had never met before. Disgust.

Jiang Fu didn't intend to listen to his answer, perhaps because he felt that Yuanchen could not understand him when he was young, he continued to mutter in a low voice like he was talking.

"My eldest brother has a bad temper. I might drive you away when I see you in the mansion, but you must be behaved. If he kicks you, don't fight back. I will try to stop him."

After Jiang Fu muttered to himself for a while, he suddenly fell silent. He lowered his head and played with his pajamas intently, speaking in a very soft voice.

"But you may not see me for a day or two. Big brother always wants me to sleep with him."

Yuan Chen trembled abruptly. He had been in the theater for a long time, and naturally he knew what he meant.

But Jiang Fu quickly explained in a low voice.

"Big brother, he was reluctant to push me, he just hugged me to sleep, but I know that he and Vice Cheng, they both want me to sleep with them."

At this time, he was not at all calm and lazy in the theater building, showing a distressed and bored look. His good-looking appearance and beautiful silhouette were so real that the sunshine outside the building was so real that Yuan Chen could almost I saw his thick eyelashes and the dark blue blood vessels under the thin skin.

It was Yuan Chen who had seen the most beautiful people.

Jiang Fu suddenly raised his head and glanced at him. It seemed that he suddenly felt that asking for help from a half-year-old child was too absurd. He laughed mockingly, held the cigarette in his mouth, and stopped talking.

Yuan Chen looked at him for a while, only to feel that the whole heart was ups and downs because of his lonely look, as if immersed in the extremely cold sea.

He didn't know where he was born with courage, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and touched the other hand that was resting on the sofa chair by Lu Jiangfu, thin and white, and soft to the touch.

Jiang Fu didn't seem to notice his small movements, he still lowered his head and licked the cigarette, and did not draw his hand back.

Yuan Chen's heart was pounding, he felt like he was the same as Jiang Fu had just said. He was so arrogantly touched by the tentacle of warmth that he was poisoned/poisonous and reluctant to let go.

"I will save you."

He whispered firmly.

"I will save you."

At this time, Jiang Fucai finally raised his head and glanced at him. Yuan Chen found that this young and beautiful big man had more tenderness and patience towards him than Su Yan, and his voice with cigarettes in it was a bit vague and casual, but he heard clearly. .

"Well, then I am waiting for you."

The sound of going down the stairs awakened the two of them. Yuan Chen only felt that his palm was empty and Jiang Fu had already retracted his hand.

He looked at Jiang Fu with disappointment and moved his gaze to Cheng Fu who was walking down. Cheng Fu nodded slightly at him and reminded him.

"Second Lord, we should go out."

Jiang Fu nodded, he pulled his slippers upstairs, and appeared neatly at the stairs.

He did not wear a long robe, but changed into his usual outfit for going out.

The gray dress lined the figure with a long and neat body, the wide belt with the palm of the hand draws a beautifully curved slender waist, and the black boots are on his feet. The footsteps are calm and steady.

Because of the seriousness of the clothes, the face under the feline hat showed a bit of violent sharpness. The beautiful eyebrows were like sharp silver blades, which could cut a person's throat and bleed instantly.

But when you walked with a smile, it seemed as if this snow lotus made of ice had come to your heart step by step, making your heart beaten and your face flushed.

Yuan Chen stayed where he was, and his eyes filled with that lingering aura and a bewitching smile.

Jiang Fu tugged at the tight neckline, glanced at him and said casually.

"You go together too."

Deputy Cheng immediately stopped.

"Second Lord"

Jiang Fu glanced at him lightly, and clicked on his hat with his cane with a smile, quite a condescending mockery.

"Since you call me the second master, you have to take me to see him."

Vice Cheng looked at him and stopped talking.

Yuan Chen trotted behind Jiang Fu as he woke up like a dream, staring at the attractive lines outlined by him almost obsessively, sweating from his nervous and excited forehead.

They drove to the biggest club in North City, where a banquet was being held and an invitation letter was needed to get in.

Jiang Fu's face was the universal pass for Beicheng. He swaggered to lead Cheng Fu and Yuan Chen inside, and the sharp-eyed people quickly surrounded him.

Yuan Chen was squeezed into the corner, staring blankly at Jiang Fu, who was further and further away.

His exquisite face was paced by the light of the electric lamp with a distant light, and the gentle smile or focused gaze cast on everyone around him, and Du Duo never looked back at Yuan Chen again.

It's like forgetting him deliberately.

Yuan Chen stood in the corner desperately, watching Jiang Fu chatting and dancing with others all night, happily like a moonlight fish, swimming in the crowd with all its faces, but was never really held in the palm of anyone.

When he went back, Jiang Fu was obviously a little drunk, a faint blush appeared on his greasy cheeks, and even his jet-black eyes showed squiggly mist.

He smiled and asked Yuan Chen from the back seat of the car.

"Have fun?"

Yuan Chen stared at him with a beautiful smile, without saying a word.

After Jiang Fu asked, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep dizzy, and his slightly swaying body leaned on Yuan Chen's immature shoulder after a turn.

Yuan Chen was shocked by the unexpected approach. He held his breath and looked straight ahead. The small hands on his knees were clenched into tight fists, and his shoulders were raised slightly subconsciously, allowing the drunken Jiang Fu to be able to The pillow is more comfortable.

He breathed hotly on Yuan Chen's neck, wrapped in alcohol, his hair puffed up, and his head was dizzy like being hit by a boulder, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

As if it had been a long century, or maybe it was just a short moment, a bitter cold wind blew in from Jiang Fu, Yuan Chen subconsciously wanted to cover it, but his shoulders suddenly loosened.

His gaze followed closely, and then realized that the car had stopped long ago, and Cheng Fuzheng frowned and helped the drunk Jiang Fu out.

Yuan Chen immediately jumped out of the car to help Jiang Fu, but his height was not as high as Jiang Fu's waist, and the raised little hand was immediately swung away by Cheng Fu mercilessly.

Deputy Cheng looked down at him mockingly, without saying a word, but as if slapped Yuan Chen **** the face.

They could clearly perceive the other side's silent fight on Jiang Fu, and the young Vice Cheng seemed to be scorning an ant that could easily be crushed to death, silently reminding him of his overweight.

Deputy Cheng half-armed Jiang Fu and walked into the Wen Mansion. Yuan Chen stayed there for a long time. The cold night's cold wind made his limbs stiffen gradually, but his whole heart was like rolling by in a fire, revealing his Great pain that is unbearable after roasting.

Suddenly recovered, he rushed to Jiang Fu's bedroom on the second floor and knocked on the door desperately.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

The cold silver blade pressed against his neck, piercing the aorta with a little force.

Cheng Fu, with a deep face, watched his pupils shrink suddenly, Yuan Chen, who instinctively shrank when his young body was in danger, spit out a word coldly.

"roll."

Yuan Chen's trembling eyes crossed him and landed on the big bed in the bedroom.

Jiang Fu's clothes have been taken off, only wearing a thin shirt, half of his body is softly drilled in the bed, and his body is arched to show a very graceful arc. The whole person is defenseless.

Yuan Chen's eyes seemed to be scalded, and there was a violent burning sensation in the entire eye socket.

He closed his eyes in a muddle-headed manner, unable to deal with the majestic anger and jealousy that suddenly came out of the immature heart, and his forehead was hit by the humiliating knife hilt a few times, and it was painful.

"If you don't know me, I will kill you."

Deputy Cheng dropped the last warning, then slammed the door shut.

Yuan Chen clung to the solid wood door frame, almost blurring the nails.

He didn't even have the qualifications to help Jiang Fu.

He is too weak and too young.