I see myself

Chapter 25

Fang Zhan in Berlin thought about calling the young master, but the young master, who was 365 miles away from Fang Zhan, was staring at the surveillance screen and thinking that he might have messed up the matter.

Chris sat next to him, whistling flirtatiously,

"The type you are looking for this time is quite exciting."

After thinking about the memory of last night carefully, two awkward Chinese words popped up,

"Zheng-jing-, gentleman-teacher-teacher-"

The teacher didn't hold down his voice for a long time, and then pulled out another language and cursed holyshit.

The languages ​​of the three countries were mixed together, but Jiang Yansheng turned a deaf ear and just watched the figure get into the new car, leave the screen, then the screen went black, and then played again.

He was blaming Chris for talking too much, and he was also blaming himself for not thinking carefully, showing a small tail.

But at the same time, he couldn't help thinking

——Sure enough, he will escape in the end.

The antique clock rang eleven, like Cinderella's midnight magic also summoned another side of Jiang Yansheng.

Chris gave up showing off his half-baked foreign language, and couldn't sit still and incited the people next to him,

"I said, I have finished the business you asked me to do. Now you should be in the mood to go out with me and have a good time. Why are you so quiet when you return to Germany this time?"

Jiang Yansheng was wearing a motorcycle jacket, leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking sleepy,

"Get out, get out, and don't whisper in my ear."

Chris was stunned for no reason, with his tongue stuck behind his teeth, and asked in disbelief,

"Who are you talking to? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Jiang Yansheng didn't raise his head, he just uttered one word,

"roll."

Chris swears a few bad words in a row, then turns around and slams the door to leave.

After a while, come back again,

"Fuck, this is my fucking house."

Jiang Yansheng remained unmoved, as if stuck in that position.

Chris felt a headache.

He and Jiang Yansheng have known each other for a long time. If they had to break up, they could even talk about meeting their mothers when they were pregnant.

So seeing Jiang Yansheng's appearance, he knew that he was ill again.

And it's so hard to die, it's on his territory.

The phone rang a few times, and when he picked it up, his expression changed again when he heard the urging over there. After hanging up, he sighed, folded his arms and persuaded in a friendly voice:

"Little ancestor, I beg you, I bragged with that guy Hiemer, saying that you will definitely win his white Tuatara tonight, can you give me some help?"

Jiang Yansheng seemed to be unconscious, still looking at the screen on the computer, but his eyes had no focus.

With a thought, Chris asked tentatively,

"If you win the car for me, how about I say hello to the government and ask them to give this gentleman a hand?"

The privileges that rich people in China do not have are very obvious abroad.

Jiang Yansheng finally looked up at him,

"What's convenient?"

Chris raised his chin,

"Just say whether to go or not."

Jiang Yansheng's eyes stopped on the phone, guessing that Fang Zhan would definitely not want to talk to him tonight, so he turned off the computer and stood up, still looking bad,

"Hurry up."

Chris giggled and walked forward.

The Germans seem to have a natural enthusiasm for drag racing, so that the 70km/h speed limit section can drive at a speed of 80km/h, and the 80km/h section can exceed 90km/h. Speed ​​limit section.

The scenery becomes streamlined at the extreme speed, except for the front of the field of vision and the beating of my own heart, there is nothing clear in the world at this time.

After crossing the finish line and stopping with less than one finger away from the other car, people cheered around him, and someone handed him a bottle of wine. The whole world lightened up and revolved around him. It seems to be smiling, and wanton teasing with familiar or unfamiliar faces.

Finally, someone handed him the phone. He saw the note on it and picked it up. It was a familiar voice.

After Fang Zhan returned to the hotel, he called for a long time, but no one answered. At first, he thought that maybe he was playing with his friends and didn’t hear it. Later, he wondered if the young master was angry. Finally, when he wanted to book a ticket to return to Munich, he finally heard it. There was a lot of noise.

Jiang Yansheng raised his tone, sounding very happy,

"Fang Zhan?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and hummed.

There was another call,

"Azhan?"

Fang Zhan thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said,

"I'm here."

Before the last sound dissipated, it overlapped with the voice from the microphone.

"I really like you."

Fang Zhan paused for a second, and the words over there kept coming.

The magnetic voice unique to adult men is accompanied by a joyful tone of voice, which makes the listener raise his mouth unconsciously according to his mood, and can share that joy.

"I just won a supercar and now I'm going to the lake to celebrate."

Fang Zhan thought it was a bet on a ball game, so he asked,

"Did you have fun today?"

Jiang Yansheng said:

"Not happy, if only you were there, I can leave the co-pilot to you and take you over all of them."

Fang Zhan realized that what he was talking about was not a ball game, so he said:

"Then I will accompany you next time."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Yansheng felt sad again for some reason, he was quiet for a few seconds, and said:

"I looked at your Kindle on the plane, and found that I have read almost all the books you marked with the letter J, and look, Jiang also starts with J. Do you think we are a natural match?"

Fang Zhan remembered the excitement of the young master at that time... so it was because of this.

But if you want to count it seriously, that letter is indeed related to the young master, and all the places that are marked will remind him of scattered fragments in the dream, and he naturally used that clear detail for things related to the dream

——The young master has a J-shaped ring on his necklace.

But now he only follows the words of the young master,

"Yes, we are made for each other."

Jiang Yansheng was even more sad.

He was sure it was his fantasy now, because the real Fang Zhan had already gone to Berlin to avoid him.

Next to him was a young man wearing black earrings who was spraying champagne here, and the wine splashed on his cuff, and the young man bumped into him straight away because he was avoiding fighting.

The accident happened at this very second.

Everything was slowed down, and Chris could clearly see Jiang Yansheng twisting the young man's wrist to the right through the bonfire, grabbed the wine bottle from the young man's hand, and then smashed it on the young man's head without stopping.

There was a muffled knocking sound from the phone, as if it came from close to the microphone. Fang Zhan, who was originally lying relaxed on the rocking chair, sat up,

"Jiang Yansheng?"

There was another chaotic noise.

Then the phone jumped back to the interface before the call.

Chris pulled the two of them apart, turned around and roared at Jiang Yansheng,

"You fucking stop for a while."

Jiang Yansheng broke free from his grip, still holding the complete wine bottle in his hand.

Chris saw the mobile phone on the ground, and put it another way,

"Fang Zhan, Fang Zhan is calling you, are you ignoring him?"

Most of the people who came together at night had never seen Jiang Yansheng before, and if he hadn't shown off his good driving skills, they might even have excluded him.

Therefore, except for Chris, most of the people present at this time were on the side of the young man who was beaten, and there was a faint tendency to surround Jiang Yansheng.

Jiang Yansheng seemed unaware of this situation, and after hearing what Chris said, he shifted his gaze to the young man lying on the ground.

Chris felt the pill in his head.

In the end, he just looked at the young man, and slowly uttered a word,

"Does it hurt?"

The young man who was beaten was holding his head and was about to ascend to heaven.

"Fuck, are you a fucking idiot, daddy hit you and let you try?"

Just when everyone was aggrieved and Chris was thinking about how to explain to his mother, the young master in the center of his line of sight suddenly had red eyes.

Not angry red, not sad red, but pitiful red like... being bullied.

The beaten youth: "?"

other people:? ?This is... being scolded and crying?

Although Chris was also shocked, he kept watching his movements closely. After seeing him bend down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground, he let out a slow sigh of relief. Knowing that this person had no time to commit suicide, he turned around and began to comfort the young man who was beaten.

Acting both hard and soft, promised a bunch of benefits.

Fortunately, even though he has no other specialties, with only one surname, he can be known all over the country.

Of course...except...

Sitting at the table, Fang Zhan watched the phone being handed over to Chris, and then forced a smile on his serious face,

"Hello, see you again."

Chris glanced at the expressionless Jiang Yansheng and smiled,

"Hello."

The two looked at each other, awkwardly.

Fang Zhan didn't know much German, and Chris didn't understand what Jiang Yansheng was gesticulating with him.

In the end, seeing that Jiang Yansheng was about to kill him, he didn't want to serve him any more, so he just gave him a stare.

"What the hell do you want me to say?"

Jiang Yansheng waited for him to finish speaking, and then showed his face in front of the camera, the poor translator,

"He said it was an accident just now, and it's all right now."

Fang Zhan: "..."

I don't understand German, but that doesn't mean I'm a fool.

He got up and rummaged in his coat pocket for the simultaneous interpreter he used during the day, and listened to what the two people on the opposite side of the camera were talking about.

After he put it on, what he saw was that Chris scanned the surrounding environment for him with a sincere face, and said that it was just someone who was drunk and caused trouble, and it was not a big problem.

Fang Zhanxin?

Of course Fang Zhan didn't believe it.

But he checked Jiang Yansheng's exposed skin along the camera, and he accepted the statement after finding no wounds, and then asked Chris to take care of Jiang Yansheng. It was returned to the young master.

The young master pursed his lips, looking at him with eyes brighter than the stars in the night sky behind him.

Fang Zhan already regretted throwing himself in Munich, and asked with some headaches,

"What day is your ball game, do you want to fly over to find me?"

Jiang Yansheng asked:

"Aren't you angry?"

Fang Zhan was taken aback:

"what?"

The young master pursed his lips even more, he turned his eyes and glanced to the side, and then he groaned and said:

"Didn't you guess it, that driver and I are watching you."

Fang Zhan deliberately asked slowly:

"24 hours?"

"I'm not a pervert."

The young master said something with a sullen face, and then immediately explained,

"I just asked about your itinerary, and also bought a hotel and the monitoring of the residence over the Red Bridge."

Fang Zhan thought for a while,

"I'm also wrong. I shouldn't believe you. But I don't like you doing this either, so I hope you can ask me directly if you have anything to do in the future. Is that okay?"

He rejected Jiang Yansheng before, in the final analysis, it was because he didn't trust him enough.

The gathering of a group of people in the evening has ended, and only the sound of insects in the grass and the light of the distant bonfire are left in the video.

Jiang Yansheng's eyelashes were half drooping, and he looked down at the person in the video:

"I feel great."

Fang Zhan: "...?"

The little young master's eyes are still red, but his face is full of bright and stinky smiles,

"You might like me a little bit."

Fang Zhan connected the two sentences before and after, and then couldn't hold back, he also laughed.

The author has something to say: Countdown to memory recovery - 1/3

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. After that, I kept changing it, so guilty, I lay flat.jpg

(And Chris talks too much!!! So everyone automatically assumes that he speaks German, except that the text prompts to speak Chinese, everything else is German, I hate