"This is very contradictory. I escape from you. I hope to enter your circle by my own ability, rather than relying on you to the top. I am a man and I can get ahead of you by any means. However, I cannot rely on a woman to the top. I am afraid that someone will be scolded by the back. I am afraid that someone will secretly comment. My little bit of pitiful vanity makes me escape from you, but I don't want to see you approached by others..."

Finally, Zhang Yang finished speaking, and he breathed a sigh of relief. This was his secret, a secret that lasted for more than ten years to the present, and he had been deeply hiding it in his heart. No one knew that today, he finally said it in one breath.

The desert was terriblely quiet, and the cold wind blew the open jackets, and both of them looked at the depths of the desert. The vague moonlight casts shadows on the huge sand dunes, like lurking beasts.

This long and depressing silence.

"Are you finished speaking?" Finally, Wang Yan spoke quietly.

"It's over." Zhang Yang smiled softly. Now, he felt much better. He had always wanted to find someone to talk to, but he couldn't find a suitable person. Zhang Yang believed that if he didn't find someone to vent, he would really become a psychopath with a split personality.

The serious dual personality tortures his will, his thoughts, and corrodes his soul. From the moment he failed to take the college entrance examination in high school, he has been hostile to the entire society. His efforts for countless nights have been wasted. He is unwilling to accept it, but his tiny power cannot change the cancer of society, and he can only fall silently.

Either die in silence or erupt in silence!

Zhang Yang, who had gained a new life, burst out in silence, but because of his distorted personality, he regarded conquest as the first task. The countless elite memories made his nerves extremely tense. His ambition started from where Xiao Yuanxing, but unfortunately, it was completely destroyed just one start... "Your thoughts are so terrible." Wang Yan snuggled his head in Zhang Yang's arms and told him gently.

"Yes, I am a terrible person. I can't even figure out my surname. I'm very dangerous. Wang Yan, I know you have a good impression of me. Your good impression of me comes from my excellence, but you don't know my darkness. Now, you know, I think, we..." Zhang Yang held Wang Yan's shoulder and looked at Wang Yan's eyes.

"What's wrong with us?" Wang Yan jumped away as if she was stabbed by a needle. Obviously, she heard Zhang Yang's meaning.

"We are better off seeing each other." Zhang Yang sighed and said, "You are still young, and you feel very empty and vague about me. You have come into contact with too many rich young men. So when you come into contact with me, you will feel different. When we are really familiar with each other, our relationship will be very fragile. Besides, let's talk about it..." Zhang Yang suddenly couldn't say it. He had been hiding Xiao Yiran's existence and the ridiculous night with Liu An. He couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to say it. It became a dead end.

I have been escaping from Xiao Yiran for a long time. In Zhang Yang's mind, Xiao Yiran is always like a phantom, seemingly unreal. When Chong lost contact with Xiao Yiran, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Yang didn't understand why he felt this way. Sometimes, his longing for Nana he met in that alley also surpassed Xiao Yiran. Sometimes, Zhang Yang felt ashamed, but there was no way. Xiao Yiran was like a portrait of Mona Lisa and could never enter his life.

While Zhang Yang was hesitating, Wang Yan interrupted him sternly.

"Am I young?"

"Am I young?"

“Where am I small?

...

Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a step back awkwardly. Wang Yan pushed her chest out loud. The promoted Feng Lan made Zhang Yang's head dizzy, making him feel suffocating... "Zhang Yang, I spent a short time with you, but I miss you for a long time. I am not the flower you imagined growing up in a greenhouse. When I was three years old, my mother forced me to practice martial arts. I don't like martial arts. I prefer to play games with my companions in kindergarten and hide and seek. When I was five years old, I had to take care of myself. I had to wash my own clothes, I had to clean my room, I had no pocket money, I had to make money by myself. I had to go out to buy flowers during holidays. Until I was eight years old, my mother was completely disappointed with me practicing martial arts, so she asked me to learn guns. When I was ten years old, my peers were skating, and on, but I had to shoot hundreds of bullets every day..."

"It was not until I was eighteen years old, and everything about me began to change. There was the New Year's money my mother saved for me since I was a child. I could do whatever she wanted. I could stay in the bar and never return home all night. Even if I could disappear for a few days, my mother wouldn't care about me. My mother said, I am an adult, I should have my own life, my own circle, and my own thoughts... I didn't indulge myself, because, I know, all this comes from my mother's trust in me. I believe in my mother, and she, I believe in me. I like you. I feel a little confused. I used to think that this relationship was fragile, and my mother also saw it. So, she asked me to come to Yanjing. In fact, I want to come myself, I want to slowly forget you, slowly forget you..."

Wang Yan's voice became less and less. Once, Zhang Yang felt the cold air rushing away her body temperature and gently opened the car door. Wang Yan sat on the passenger seat obediently.

When the engine starts, the temperature inside the car quickly warms up.

"I thought I could forget you very quickly, but I couldn't do it. I often dreamed of you. I... dreamed of you... puff..." Suddenly, Wang Yan, who was originally talking quietly, laughed.

"What did you dream about me?" Zhang Yang was sweating profusely by Wang Yan's emotional changes. The resentful woman's voice, which had just been quiet, immediately laughed again. Zhang Yang's nerves were a little unable to keep up.

"I dreamed that you always compete with me for the chief, hum!" Wang Yan gave Zhang Yang a blank look, and her cute and silly look made Zhang Yang's heart pound.

"Let's go back!" Zhang Yang gently brushed Wang Yan's hair that was blown by the wind and sighed. It seems that the matter with Wang Yan was nothing today.

"Yeah." Zhang Yang's fingers touched Wang Yan's cheek. Wang Yan's body trembled for a moment, lowered her head shyly, and was as gentle as a lamb.

The car started slowly, and the two were immersed in this rare atmosphere. They both hoped that this feeling would last forever, and that the road would never end... Indeed, the road was long until the sky turned white and Ferrari was still moving slowly on the road in the desert. Wang Yan's eyes were always staring at Zhang Yang's face, which was a face that made her unforgettable.

"Zhang Yang, I have always had a question to ask you." Wang Yan's eyes rolled for a while and suddenly said.

"Um?"

"Why did you always look at people with such an annoying look before?"

"Ahem..." Zhang Yang was sweating profusely, almost an instinct, and glanced at Wang Yan's snow-white chest.

"Yes, that's the look!" Wang Yan said excitedly.

“…”

"Zhang Yang, although the expression just now is annoying, I think that is your real self!"

"like?"

"dislike!"

“…”

"I just like you to be yourself. Will I still like your dirty expression? Humph!" Wang Yan stared at Zhang Yang fiercely.

"I..." Zhang Yang couldn't speak. This was a contradictory topic. He liked him to be himself, but he didn't like that kind of dirty peeping.

"Zhang Yang, you said! What is your relationship with Xuelian?"

Suddenly, Wang Yan shouted loudly, which scared Zhang Yang. Fortunately, the car was not fast.

"Where do we have anything to do?" Zhang Yang's head was in a mess and he thought to himself that it was not good.

"Hmph, I said it's okay, you started to say that you feel uncomfortable when you see us surrounded by a group of people. You are not talking about you, but you. Then, it means that Xuelian, I want to lie to me. I can see that Xuelian is very nice to you, very intimate, and even gives you a massage!" Wang Yan looked furious, and her white fingers pointed at Zhang Yang's head.

"I..." Zhang Yang had nothing to say. Indeed, there was something wrong with what he started to say.

"Honestly, have you been to bed?" Wang Yan became even more angry when she saw Zhang Yang not defending.

"ah……"

"Tell me, have you gone to bed?" Wang Yan was like an angry tigress. Seeing Wang Yan's rampage expression, Zhang Yang inexplicably thought of the ancient men with three wives and four concubines. If they met a woman like Wang Yan, how would they live?

"No!"

"Really not?" Wang Yan looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously. Seeing that, it was really possible to help Zhang Yang check. That look made Zhang Yang sweat.

"Who do you think you like?" Wang Yan is not that depressed little girl now. Now she is a domineering and domineering rich daughter.

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!