Feng Yan lowered his head and slowly smoked his cigarette.
The smoke shines through the light outside the window, showing a layer of cyan, just like the random flowers that are gradually enchanting the eyes, making it increasingly difficult for Li Hen to guess what he is thinking.
The humiliating words have been spat out of my mouth, so there is no need to take them back again.
For Feng Yan, Li Hen couldn't stand it from the bottom of his heart. Not only did he hate him, he could even be called hating him.
Feng Yan has been known as a good boy and an outstanding student by others since he was a child.
But so what?
Isn’t he still asking for help today?
It only took three or four minutes for a cigarette to burn out, but during this gap, Feng Yan wanted to get up and leave countless times.
He and Li Hen were naturally at odds with each other. The past events were still fresh in their minds, and neither of them would pretend that they had not happened.
Dignity drives him to leave, don't bow to Li Hen.
But his love for Ye Lai pulled his legs so hard that he couldn't lift them up.
What's more, once Li Hen wishes it, he may not give him the battery.
Not only would he not give it, Li Hen would probably take the opportunity to find out what happened between him and Ye Lai.
And he also used this incident to test Li Hen. He didn't seem to know what happened to Ye Lai.
That means Li Hen was not involved in this matter.
Or maybe he's so good at acting that he can't even see clearly.
The thoughts on both sides of his brain seemed to be at war with each other, tugging hard at his reason and emotions.
Li Hen leaned on the sofa and was leisurely. He was not in a hurry at all and was patiently waiting for him to think about it.
After a long time.
Li Hen saw Feng Yan raise his head. The man next to him, who had always had unruly eyes, was now extremely calm.
"Do you keep your word?"
Li Hen's breathing paused slightly, and before he could be surprised, he nodded: "Of course."
He turned on his phone and dialed someone: "Send the spare battery for 071122."
After hanging up the phone, within ten minutes there was a knock on the door.
Zhang Mo opened the door and came in, holding a metal box in both hands. It was very small. Zhang Mo put the box down and left.
The metal box is close at hand.
Li Hen sat up straight, took the metal box, and opened it in front of Feng Yan. He chuckled: "Take a look."
In the box, lying the same battery as the one Feng Yan got originally.
With it, Ye Lai will be saved.
That thing looks small and thin, but its production process is very cumbersome, and it is impossible to match the corresponding battery without specific data.
When he first rented Ye Lai, none of the information Li Hen gave him was important.
How could he not guess what Li Hen was thinking.
Li Hen pushed the box in front of Feng Yan, then leaned back, crossed his legs, lowered his head and lit another cigarette, so that he could look at him at leisure.
Feng Yan's eyes reflected the battery, his gaze deepened and deepened, making waves everywhere.
Half a minute later, Li Hen watched him stand up.
Feng Yan was facing Li Hen, and he stood still for a long time.
So, under Li Hen's stunned gaze, he slowly pulled up his trousers and slowly bent his legs.
First the left leg, then the right leg.
Li Hen was stunned, and he looked intently at the man kneeling in front of him.
How proud is Feng Yan?
He has enjoyed all the glory and praise since he was a child. No matter where he goes, he always stands above everyone else.
In front of peers, in front of teachers, in front of peers.
Feng Yan is always the one that people notice first.
But it happened that such a man who had never lost to anyone would actually kneel down to himself after being arrogant for nearly thirty years.
Li Hen ignored the cigarette ashes and burned his hand, and suddenly bent down and looked at Feng Yan: "You are actually willing?"
Feng Yan knelt so straight, it was as if he would not obey the sharp marks even if he knelt down.
He looked directly at Li Hen and said, "Li Hen."
Li Hen's eyes moved slightly, and he actually responded: "Yes."
"I will only kneel down for you once in my life."
Li Hen clenched his palms.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Li Hen laughed softly, "Do you think that if the teacher were still here and saw his most proud disciple kneeling down to me, the student he most despises, would he be angry?
Vomiting blood?"
Feng Yan ignored Li Hen's twisted psychology.
He stood up, bent down and picked up the metal box on the coffee table, holding it tightly in his hands.
At the moment when his dignity was shattered, Feng Yan's heart showed no ups and downs, and there was even a hint of joy.
Just when Feng Yan walked to the door and was about to go out.
"Feng Yan, you love Ye Lai."
His steps stopped.
Li Hen stared at his back closely, his eyes heavy.
"Yes." Feng Yan turned around.
Li Hen frowned, "How dare you admit it?"
Feng Yan's back was straight, and a trace of arrogance swirled under his eyes, "What is there that I, Feng Yan, don't dare to admit?"
Love is love.
He may never mention it, but he will not deny it.
A man must have this kind of responsibility, otherwise how can he be qualified to protect that silly girl?
"Here."
Li Hen raised his phone, and the photo on the screen was like thousands of silver needles, instantly piercing Feng Yan's heart.
But it didn't show on his face.
On the screen, there was a scene of Feng Yan kneeling in front of the camera.
Li Hen used the surveillance camera in his office to take the photo. He looked down and said, "I will take it out often to appreciate it."
Feng Yan turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Behind him, there was Li Hen's somewhat proud voice: "I hope your love will not be let down."
Feng Yan walked out step by step without looking back.
Some people in the base knew Feng Yan, and some didn't, but at this time they couldn't help but stop and watch him walk by.
The man was very handsome, with a hint of gangsterism between his brows and eyes. Every step he took was so heavy that no one dared to take even a step closer.
When he walked out of the base gate, Feng Yan closed his eyes, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the box bulged.
He and Li Hen had not been fighting against each other since they were children, and they always fought to win or lose.
Feng Yan considered himself quite lucky, at least before today, he had never lost to Li Hen.
He raised his head and looked at the blazing sun in the sky. It was so dazzling that it seemed to penetrate his soul.
That thing called self-esteem has cracks.
But he doesn't seem to regret it at all.
Even if he had to do it again, he would still choose to do it.
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The car drove very fast on the road, crossing bridges, passing through tree-shaded paths, and driving through highways.
Feng Yan almost pressed the accelerator to the bottom. He was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other hand. The bloodshot eyes showed his irritability at this time.
A few hours later, the car stopped at the main entrance of the hospital.
He sat in the car and breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again.
When Feng Yan moved his eyes to the metal box on the passenger side, he slowly laughed.