Wen's old house.The crystal chandelier in the restaurant emits a cold light.Wen Zhong's steak was medium-rare, and light pink juice oozed out when cut with a knife and fork. However, the steak in front of Wen Jin was not even medium-rare, and blood was slowly flowing along the edge of the porcelain plate.Wen Zhong deeply felt that there was a reason why Wen Jin was called a madman since he was a child."The Third Group has been very busy recently." Wen Zheng cut his steak slowly. "Mr. Li suddenly resigned, and Mr. Zhang was transferred. The board of directors can hardly sit still."He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jin, his gaze as sharp as an eagle.Wen Jin, wearing glasses, put a piece of bloody steak into his mouth, with dark red juice on his lips: "Brother is really well-informed."He put down his knife and fork, tapping the table with his fingertips. "But aren't these personnel changes all decided by the board of directors?"The tip of Wen Zhong's knife made a sharp sound on the porcelain plate: "Really? Then why is it that every time there is a change, it doesn't go through Gu Xi's hand, but your assistant signs it?"He stared into Wen Jin's eyes, trying to capture the panic in them.Wen Jin chuckled and took a sip of the red wine: "Assistant, isn't he just running errands for me?"He swirled his glass absentmindedly."If my eldest brother is interested, I can ask him to go to your place to help as well."Wen Zheng's face darkened slightly and he placed his knife and fork heavily on the plate."Wen Jin, don't play dumb. Do you think I don't know what you're doing behind my back?""Those branches, and the third group, how long do you think you can keep it secret?"Wen Jin picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, and the blood stains spread on the white cloth."Brother, you are joking. I am just a useless young master. What can I do?"Wen Jin's eyes were calm, as if he was talking about how the weather was nice today.With ease and without any flaws.Wen Zheng: "Really? What about your little lover Jinchen? He should know a lot of your secrets, right?"Wen Jin's expression changed slightly, and his fingers paused on the table for a moment.At this moment, Wen Zheng's cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the depression in the restaurant.He frowned and answered the phone, his face suddenly became ugly: "What?"Everyone was knocked unconscious, and one person was taken away?Doesn’t the information show that Jinchen is just a young master studying art?He hung up the call abruptly, his eyes shooting towards Wen Jin like a knife.Wen Jin had good hearing, so he continued to sit there, slowly cutting the last piece of steak, with blood spreading across the porcelain plate.Sensing Wen Zhong's anger, Wen Jin raised his head and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Brother, it seems that your people are not very useful.""Take your time, bro. When I feel better, I'll introduce you to a reliable security company."Wen Jin raised his glass towards Wen Zhong almost provocatively, then stood up and left slowly, his aura suddenly turning cold as he turned around.He couldn't stay in this shabby place for even a moment.-The street lights cast circles of light on the windshield. Wen Jin tapped the steering wheel with his knuckles. The watch screen showed Jinchen's location.Jinchen returned to the manor and is probably painting now.The phone dial tone rang only twice before it was picked up."Are you hurt?" Wen Jin parked the car under the sycamore tree, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the leather texture of the steering wheel."It's okay." Jinchen knew that Wen Jin could not hide this matter, and his voice was mixed with the rustling sound of a pencil scratching across sketch paper. Wen Jin looked at his slightly frowning brows in the rearview mirror and said, "The assistant said that no bodyguards were sent today."He suddenly laughed again, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "When did Xiaochen learn how to fight? Even I don't know."There was the sound of an easel moving from the other end of the phone, and Jinchen seemed to be adjusting his posture: "I've learned it before."The pencil tapping the drawing board made a crisp sound, and Jinchen had no intention of hiding anything."They can't beat me, so don't worry and don't doubt me."Straightforward and passionate.Wen Jin's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt that the air in the car was a little thin, "Okay."As long as Jinchen doesn't cheat on him elsewhere.He loosened his tie, "It saves me from worrying about you getting bullied outside.""What about you?" Jin Chen's voice suddenly came close to the microphone, his breathing was clearly audible, and he was concerned, "Did anyone bully you today?""Who dares?" Wen Jin raised the last line of his voice, with his usual contempt, but also joy."I dare."Jinchen also smiled and immediately responded.Wen Jin: “…”"Yes, you are indeed brave enough to not care about my life."Wen Jin couldn't help but complain about his sponsor.When the phone call was hung up, Wen Jin stared at the jumping red dot on his watch and chuckled softly.Jinchen seemed no longer the only color to him.He remembered the first time he saw Jinchen, that touch of color was like a sharp knife, splitting his black, white and gray world.Just like the most critical tenon in the mortise and tenon structure, it fits perfectly into his life, allowing all the fragments to be pieced together again.Wen Jin started the engine and looked at the slightly raised corners of his lips in the rearview mirror.Perhaps he should be thankful that this young man who could easily defeat an entire team of professional bodyguards was willing to show his softest side in front of him.The car lights illuminated the mottled shadows of the trees ahead, and Wen Jin suddenly felt that perhaps he should bring a bouquet of roses back that night.[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 92! 】-But life is not always peaceful and sweet.Taking advantage of Wen Zhong's suspicion, Wen Jin tried his best to bring him down.Jinchen also knew that Wen Jin was very busy during this period, and he allowed himself to be in danger.But Wen Jin really didn't care about his body. His genetic color blindness prevented his eyes from being strained for a long time. Jin Chen simply watched over him every night, but sometimes even his advice was useless.It was early morning again, and only the desk lamp was on in the study.When Jinchen pushed the door open, Wen Jin was rubbing his temples, his knuckles turning white."It's time to go to bed." Jin Chen hugged him from behind, his palms pressed against the slightly cool back of his neck, "Your eyes are red."Wen Jin hummed, his voice unusually hoarse."Go to bed first. Don't you have classes tomorrow?""How can you leave me alone in an empty room, you...""Jinchen."Jin Chen pretended not to hear and turned his chin to take off the glasses, but Wen Jin suddenly held down his wrist. "I'm saying this for the last time, don't worry about it."I feel a little neurotic again.Jin Chen lowered his eyes to glance at his pale face, then retracted his hand, "...I understand."His tone was as light as falling paper, and he brought up a gust of wind when he turned around.