After sending Zaizai to school, Wen Tian rode his electric bike in the hot sun and began to audition everywhere.

    After being kicked out by the fourth crew, the sun was already ridiculously hot, and people were dizzy from the sun.

    Wen Tian stopped his electric bike on the side of the road, propped up his long legs, pushed up his helmet covered with little yellow duck stickers, raised his face, and gulped down the mineral water that was hot from the sun.

    He was hot, sleepy, and hungry, his stomach was cramping and painful, and his face was haggard and pale.

    He wanted to go to a roadside stall to eat, but then he remembered that Zaizai had not collected enough tuition for the next semester.

    Facing the piercing white light, Wen Tian wondered in confusion, was the original owner so fierce and desperate just because he was “jealous of Lin Qing”?

    There are so many stars in the entertainment industry who are better than Lin Qing and of the same type as Lin Qing, why did the original owner target Lin Qing, who has nothing to do with him?

    Was it his “mission” to be a “cannon fodder”? Or is it the same as “Zhizhi’s mother”, a logical loophole that was not mentioned in the original text?

    The scorching sun made Wen Tian’s consciousness a little blurry. He licked his cracked and bleeding lips and put on his helmet tiredly. He kicked his long legs and was about to continue his journey. A Land Rover chased from behind like a ghost and stopped beside Wen Tian.

    Wen Tian looked out from under the edge of the helmet with a slightly distracted vision.

    The car door opened, and it was Jiang Han in a white shirt and black suit pants.

    The shirt was buttoned up meticulously, and the sapphire collar clip reflected the sunlight. His facial features were strong, noble and handsome, cold and restrained, and his thin and cold eyebrows exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

    Jiang Han walked straight towards him quickly, with an imposing aura, and even the air seemed to be tightened and cramped. Wen Tian’s eyes blurred and the whole person subconsciously leaned back.

    “Teacher Wen,” Jiang Han took a step to close the distance between them. His tall body almost instantly moved closer, his arms firmly wrapped around his waist, frowning and asking with concern, “Are you okay?”

His powerful arms wrapped around his waist, his hot body temperature seeping into his skin through the thin fabric.

    Wen Tian’s dizzy and blurred consciousness was suddenly awakened by the heat. His heartbeat was like thunder, his lips trembled with whiteness, and he hurriedly supported the electric bike to stand steadily, panting and saying, “It’s okay.”

    He hurriedly pushed Jiang Han away, and kicked his long legs… but couldn’t.

    Jiang Han had already pressed down the back seat of the electric bike hard, just in case he kicked his feet and ran away.

    His hawk-like eyes had a little “I knew it” smile, and he reminded him, “Xiaoguai has an accident.”

    Xiaoguai?

    Wen Tian was stunned, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and pressed it, only to find that the phone had been turned off due to the high temperature.

    Jiang Han said calmly, “Xiaoguai must have told the teacher my phone number, and the kindergarten called me.”

    Wen Tian’s brain was slowed by the sun, and he raised his sick face, staring at Jiang Han blankly for a long time, and then asked in confusion, “Why did you tell Xiaoguai your phone number?”

    Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, grabbed his wrist and got off the electric bike, “Now is not the time to talk about this, Xiaoguai had a fight with someone, we have to go quickly.”

    “What, Xiaoguai had a fight with someone?” Wen Tian’s slow brain was instantly awakened, and he opened his eyes in disbelief, “How could Xiaoguai fight with someone?”

    Jiang Han’s eyes darkened, and he said, “The teacher said that the other party called Xiaoguai a wild child who was not taken care of by anyone.”

    Wen Tian seemed to have finally come alive, with a strong anger in his eyes, burning and threatening.

    While Wen Tian was distracted, the driver, who had a lively look in his eyes, immediately opened the trunk and moved his small electric bike up.

    Wen Tian was about to speak, but Jiang Han held his wrist tightly without saying anything.

    “Teacher Wen,” Jiang Han’s eyes were cold and serious, “If the other party’s parents arrive first, Xiaoguai will definitely be bullied.”

    Jiang Han greedily held Wen Tian’s wrist and refused to let go. He took him into the car without saying anything, and continued to “morally blackmail” expressionlessly, “You are Xiaoguai’s father, you must seize the time to protect him.”

    Wen Tian’s throat rolled, and he glanced at the tall Land Rover, “I can take a taxi.”

    Jiang Han pursed his thin lips, suddenly bent down, and directly picked up Wen Tian horizontally on the street, turned around and threw him into the wide back seat.

    Wen Tian: !!!

    Wen Tian’s mind was blank, and he pressed his twitching and painful stomach. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a can of cold cola was handed to his mouth.

    The foam broke, making an attractive puffing sound. Wen Tian choked for a moment, and his eyes looked down, staring at the cola that was level with his nose.

    No one can refuse a can of ice cola in the hot summer.

    Especially Wen Tian, ​​who had been running around in the hot sun for a whole morning, and was exhausted from body to soul.

    Saliva was secreted like crazy, and Wen Tian swallowed uncontrollably. His neck was long and slender, and the light blue blood vessels under his fair skin floated up and down with graceful lines. The swallowing movement was unusually clear.

    He swallowed several times in a row, each time faster than the last.

    Jiang Han couldn’t help but smile, “Teacher Wen, a bottle of Coke is three yuan. If you really don’t want to owe me, you can transfer me three yuan.”

    Wen Tian immediately said, “Okay!”

    Wen Tian didn’t hesitate anymore. He took the Coke from Jiang Han and swallowed it in big gulps. His soul that was almost dried up suddenly came back to life like a desert after a heavy rain.

    He held the can of Coke, lowered his eyes and drank it seriously, one sip at a time. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale face slowly turned red.

    His eyeballs shone from under his eyelashes. Wen Tian saw Jiang Han staring at him, and his face froze.

With mixed feelings, he said, “Thank you.”

    He tried to turn on the phone, which had cooled down. The screen lit up with a pattern and turned on successfully.

    However, the quality of the phone was too poor. After the high temperature, the battery was only 1% left.

    Wen Tian slid his finger across the screen quickly, opened the scanning box, leaned over, and said eagerly, “Transfer code, I’ll scan you.”

    Jiang Han glanced at the crimson battery reminder, slowly took out his phone, pretended to accidentally click on the message, and said lightly, “Hey, is there a problem with this project again?”

    Jiang Han opened the electronic contract sent by the other party and looked through it. Wen Tian waited eagerly. Every time he had to quietly remind himself that his phone was about to shut down again, Jiang Han raised his hand and solemnly signaled him not to disturb him.

    Wen Tian: …………

    Finally, Wen Tian’s phone reminded: shutdown countdown, ten seconds, nine seconds… four seconds, two seconds…

    The last two seconds, Jiang Han held out his phone and revealed the one-dimensional code on it.

    Wen Tian had just hurriedly typed a two in the input box and clicked send. The countdown ended and the phone screen went black again.

    With a ding, Jiang Han’s phone rang. “Received,” Jiang Han clicked on the friend request with the note “3” on the screen, accepted it, put the phone away immediately, and said with a smile, “This bottle of Coke belongs to Teacher Wen.”

    Wen Tian felt something was strange.

    Jiang Han didn’t have a charging cable for the phone model in his car, so Wen Tian couldn’t verify the strangeness in his heart. He could only seriously turn his face slightly to ask Jiang Han about what happened in the kindergarten.

    According to “Xiao Zai Zai”, the fat kid in the kindergarten not only often snatched his snacks, pushed his desk, bullied him with the little followers, and called him a wild child that no one wanted.

    Xiao Zai Zai was furious and told the teacher, but the teacher severely criticized him and told him not to make trouble in the kindergarten, otherwise he would be a bad boy who delayed everyone’s class.

    In the eyes of everyone, “Wen Tian”, an incompetent father, was described as a fictitious and would not care about Xiao Zai Zai’s affairs at all.

    No one knows better than him what a child “without a father” will suffer in kindergarten.

    Wen Tian lowered his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and his chest rose and fell. His heart seemed to be hit hard by someone, and it hurt so much that he almost suffocated.

    He lowered his head, folded his hands, and rested his forehead on the back of his hands. His black hair fell down, and his whole face was hidden in the shadows.

    He remembered that there was indeed a plot in the original text where the little boy was bullied at school. It was used to emphasize the viciousness and incompetence of the cannon fodder Wen Tian, ​​and to pave the way for the protagonist to be slapped in the face by Lin Qing.

    However, the father of the little fat boy was the deputy director of the local education bureau, and the cannon fodder Wen Tian had neither the strength nor the courage to be an enemy of the other party.

    The cub was sent to this kindergarten by “Wen Tian” after spending all his savings to seek talents everywhere, and the middle school he was directly admitted to was also one of the best in the whole of Beijing North. It was related to the whole life of the boy, and he could not let the boy be expelled from school no matter what.

    For the original owner who had no money and no background, tolerance was the choice he had to make.

    When reading the book, Wen Tian hated the cowardice and incompetence of the cannon fodder, but after running around with a long audition list for a whole morning, Wen Tian felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

    The original owner was hateful, but also pitiful.

    Wen Tian was worried and didn’t pay attention to Jiang Han’s palm falling on his back, patting him gently to comfort him.

    Jiang Han looked at the young man who suddenly felt heavy with concern.

    The young man’s thin body curled up in a fragile arc, and his bones were clearly poking his palm, like glass that would break at the touch, or a green bamboo that had not grown up yet and was carrying too much.

    Too thin.

    He was only eighteen years old.

    I couldn’t imagine how an eighteen-year-old boy who hadn’t even grown up back then could bring a two-year-old child to where he is now.

    Jiang Han’s heart was hit hard by the fragility and confusion that the boy suddenly revealed, and it hurt badly.

    There were complex emotions that could not be seen in his eyes, and his thin lips pursed again and again, frowning and thinking.

    Suddenly, Jiang Han reached out and snatched Wen Tian’s Coke.

    Wen Tian raised his head, his eyes confused: ? ? ?

    Jiang Han raised his head and drank the Coke, the lines from his jaw to his Adam’s apple rolled rapidly, very sexy.

    He drank all the remaining Coke in one breath, his eyes fell on Wen Tian again, his voice was not easily noticed, “Teacher Wen, I drank all your Coke, I want to pay you, you can ask for it at will, okay.”

    The car passed a tree-lined avenue.

    Under the ever-changing light, Jiang Han’s cold and noble features looked particularly good.

    The flickering light and shadow passed through the man’s silent and burning eyes, and Wen Tian’s pale and confused face was reflected in his sharp eyes. The eyes were deep and thick, and it was impossible to see the bottom at a glance, but there were countless complex emotions surging like dark clouds. Wen Tian subconsciously wanted to refuse, “No…”

    The next second, Wen Tian’s pupils shrank slightly, his chest was squeezed hard, and the air suddenly became cramped and tight.

    Jiang Han leaned forward and used all his strength to hold Wen Tian in his arms.

    The hot body temperature seemed to be burning, making Wen Tian breathless instantly. He pushed Jiang Han in anger, but Jiang Han grabbed his two thin wrists tightly and pressed them against his chest.

    Jiang Han’s eyes were filled with increasing anxiety, and he said in an almost pleading tone, “Try to trust me once, okay.”!