Stop Pretending, Brother

○The wolf dog attack in the next year×artistic beauty Repeated offenders will not correct themselves despite repeated admonitions. Ji Yan was thrown to a university teacher friend for discipline by his eldest brother. In the middle of the night, Ji Yan, who had had enough sleep, kicked open the door and planned to leave. The moonlight was cold, and a strange young man was sitting barefoot in the living room. Hearing the sound, he turned his face to look at him. His cold outline was soaked in silver light, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. She shook the paintbrush in her hand at him and said, "Hello, can I draw you a picture?" Ji Yan paused slightly and continued walking out. The voice behind him continued, "Nude." Ji Yan stood still. - While playing truth-telling in a bar, someone asked: What type does Teacher Xiao Wen like? Wen Zhiyan replied: Be good. Asked again: What kind of good boy is it specifically? The knowledgeable friend next to him raised his head and summed up for him according to the appearance of someone on the stage: Pretty much - tattoo on half arm, punching three. He has won the motorcycle competition for two consecutive years, and everyone in the South District nightclub knows about it. The people at the table were stunned: Where... Are you so good? Hahaha, are you kidding me? Wen Zhiyan lowered his head and smiled, but did not answer. Someone put his arm on Wen Zhiyan's shoulder and wanted to continue gossiping. The lead singer on the stage stopped his microphone and strode down. The tattooed arm swept down the hand on Wen Zhiyan's shoulder, and his overly handsome eyebrows showed his own fierceness. He leaned down next to Wen Zhiyan, pursed his lips and whispered softly, "What else do you want to hear? I'll sing to you." - Friends all feel that the university teacher who took over Ji Yan's job has been in bad luck for eight lifetimes and will be over sooner or later. But he watched helplessly as Ji Yan stopped smoking, drinking, and coming home late. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the fight, picked up the guitar and stood aside. He used his clean hands on his clothes to hold the person who had just approached, "They accidentally fell, and I... Was about to help them up." Everyone: ... Stop pretending, this is too fake. However, calmly glancing at the several people on the ground who had obviously been beaten to pieces, Wen Zhiyan raised his hand and rubbed the top of Ji Yan's hair. "Ayan is the best." Everyone: (°Д°)? ? ? - Intention: Cherish yourself, love others and yourself.