Antidote

"What's the matter with me?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Just... do you like small animals?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I don't like it." Cheng Ke answered very simply, "What's wrong?"

"...You go to take a bath first," Jiang Yuduo said, "I will talk later after eating."

"Come on, you sit in the leisure area for a while," Cheng Ke turned around and took two steps and then stopped. Perhaps he was accustomed to Jiang Yuduo's injury. From Jiang Yuduo came to the present, he suddenly saw Jiang Yu Duo had a bandage on his right hand, "You hurt your hand?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"How did it happen?" he asked again.

"Isn't it normal for me to have injuries?" Jiang Yuduo walked over to the leisure area and said with a smile, "It would be strange to be able to continue without injury for several months."

Cheng Ke stared at him for a while, and always felt that the attitude from this injury to Jiang Yuduo was a bit strange, but he didn't ask any more. Jiang Yuduo didn't intend to tell him when he looked around.

If it was a fight on the street, Jiang Yuduo would definitely say that his younger brother was robbed that day, and he took someone to look for it. The phone said naturally. Now, this attitude is probably related to "them".

Now Jiang Yuduo has completely avoided talking about "them".

Halfway through the shower in the bathroom, Cheng Ke reached for the shampoo. When he touched the shampoo bottle with his finger, the bottle was knocked over and flipped from the shelf. He took the bottle and grabbed it.

Fortunately, the right hand is stretched, which is more flexible. He doesn't want to pick up anything when the public bathroom drops.

He stopped suddenly while squeezing shampoo over his head.

Jiang Yuduo is a left-handed man. At least when fighting, his habit is his left hand. This also allows him to take advantage of the attack. Many people can't resist the attack of the left hand.

Although it was not surprising that when the left hand was occupied, he used his right hand and was injured... But Cheng Ke now knows very well the force value of Jiang Yuduo, and the number of people who can force him to use his right hand is really too few.

Jiang Yu, who even placed the knife on the left, was injured in the right hand.

Cheng Ke felt a bit wrong when he thought about it.

He didn't want to understand when he packed his things out after taking a shower, and there was no reason to convince himself, whether it was doubt or belief.

Jiang Yuduo was sitting at the table, holding a cup of fruit tea, his eyes were a little free, and next to him was Xiao Yang who was talking.

Cheng Ke came out of the bathroom and walked through the hallway, through the two rows of treadmills, and finally through the equipment area. Xiao Yang was talking all the time, and Jiang Yuduo was always holding the cup with a blank expression.

"If Mr. Jiang is interested," Xiao Yang saw Cheng Ke coming and stood up. "It's more interesting to exercise with Brother Cheng."

"He doesn't think he has time," Cheng Ke helped Jiang Yu snatch, "He's very busy."

"So you need to exercise," Xiao Yang smiled. "Then you are busy first."

After hearing Cheng Ke's voice, Jiang Yuduo got up from the chair like he was awake, turned around and walked to the entrance of the gym.

"Thank you today." Cheng Ke said.

"Don't be so polite, Brother Cheng," said Xiao Yang, "I will send you away."

"No, no, no," Cheng Ke hurriedly stopped him, "you're busy, don't need to send."

"That's good," Xiao Yang nodded. "See you the day after tomorrow, Brother Cheng."

Cheng Ke didn't see Jiang Yuduo when he walked out of the door. He went downstairs and walked to the street before seeing Jiang Yuduo standing on the side of the road, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking impatient.

"Is it for you to apply for a card?" Cheng Ke felt that his head was smashed into a bucket of ice without taking two steps, and he instantly froze.

"Your hair is wet?" Jiang Yuduo stretched out a hand on his head and pushed him into a nearby store. "Are you sick? Do you have a hair dryer in the gym?"

"I forgot," Cheng Ke froze so much that his headband and eyelids were tingling. "I said I forgot something."

"Stay here for a while," Jiang Yuduo took out his mobile phone. "I called a car."

"My name is," Cheng Ke also took out his mobile phone. "I don't seem to have any coupons."

Jiang Yuduo did not speak and looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Do you still use coupons?" Jiang Yuduo said, "Do you actually use them?"

"Fart," Cheng Ke said, "This thing always reminds me, I've sent you a coupon, your coupon is useless, you still have a cross coupon."

"...How many forks are there?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I don't know, I don't remember," Cheng Ke opened the software, poked twice, and glanced at Jiang Yuduo, "Fuck."

Jiang Yuduo laughed against the shelf: "Expired."

"Well, it should be," Cheng Ke raised his eyebrows. "It's gone anyway."

Jiang Yuduo laughed for a long time: "Are you calling the car or I calling the car?"

"Your name is." Cheng Ke put the phone back in his pocket very uncomfortably. The discount coupons didn't feel any discount at all. It was a good deal, but it was easy to use it once, exactly This is the first time this is used on a mobile phone, but the result is gone, which makes me feel very angry, as if I was robbed and eaten when I was starving to death.

The heater in the shop is quite sufficient. When the car came, Cheng Ke's hair was almost dry.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Jiang Yuduo asked him when he got on the bus.

"What do you usually eat when you go out with your friends?" Cheng Ke asked.

"This day is hot pot," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll take you to sour soup fish hot pot. Ertuo worked there before. It's quite authentic."

"Okay." Cheng Ke didn't know it was because he was muscular, and when he heard the sour soup, he almost dripped.

"Then, please keep driving north," Jiang Yuduo said to the driver. "Just go in at the intersection of the parking lot."

Cheng Ke suddenly raised his head when he heard the address.

Sitting in the co-driver Jiang Yu snatched his head too far: "What's wrong?"

"No." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo didn't ask him any more. He listened to the crosstalk on the radio with the driver.

Cheng Ke has been staring at Jiang Yuduo's profile, not speaking or looking elsewhere.

After getting off the bus, he stood on the side of the road for a while and lived here for more than 20 years. He had never walked along this road.

"Master," Jiang Yuduo whispered close to his ear. "It's okay to change the place. They have a branch in their house, just..."

"No need to change," Cheng Ke said, "just this one, I'm hungry."

"This kind of shop in the small alley of small streets," Jiang Yuduo took him along the intersection and walked in, "I won't run into people you know."

Cheng Ke gave him a look, Jiang Yuduo really didn't look like such a meticulous and keen person.

"Where do you live?" Jiang Yuduo smiled.

"Guess what," Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo turned around and walked slowly, pointing towards the intersection where they came in: "It can only be over there. Our earliest batch of villas here are all in front and back yards. "

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"Have you been here before?" Jiang Yuduo said, "On these two streets, there are some unremarkable but particularly delicious shops."

"No," Cheng Ke looked forward. "I passed by the intersection several times, and the car couldn't drive in again."

"The place at your door," Jiang Yuduo said, "I have to be introduced by a foreigner."

"Where did you come from?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I don't remember." Jiang Yuduo said.

After turning a corner, I saw the sour soup fish hot pot restaurant. Compared to other stores, this one has a large area.

Cheng Ke looked at a large cotton shed that was temporarily put up at the door: "What's this?"

"The waiting people are all inside." Jiang Yuduo said, "Let's just come here a little bit and wait for a while to have a table."

"This kind of shop has to wait for tables?" Cheng Ke was a little surprised, "Just squeeze in the shed?"

"Come on," Jiang Yuduo grabbed his arm and lifted the cotton curtain, dragging him into the shed. "Experience a different life."

The shed was very warm, with wires connected from the store, air conditioning, and several large and small heaters.

Jiang Yu snatched a number: "Almost half an hour."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

They found two chairs and sat down, Jiang Yuduo pointed outside: "If you are going to be hungry, I will buy you some cushions to eat first."

"Not at all," Cheng Ke smiled. "The main thing is that I was a little hungry after three hours of practice in the afternoon."

"Just like that?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded and smiled again. "You didn't let him say he was dizzy to get a card?"

"I'm not you, if the little girl at the front desk told me this, I might be confused," Jiang Yuduo frowned, and his eyebrows were tightened again within a second. "Hey young master, you go to the gym. ...Is it, uh..."

"No." Cheng Ke said.

"What's not?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"What do you want to say?" Cheng Ke snorted.

"Forget it," Jiang Yu grabbed his teeth for a long time, waved his teeth, "I always ask these rudeness, right."

"It's okay," Cheng Ke couldn't hold back, "I don't mind, I'm afraid you're disgusted after asking."

"No, I didn't disgust you, neither did I...I shouldn't disgust others, I was a little awkward," Jiang Yuduo pulled the chair beside him, and whispered, "Hey, I went that day Florist, that boss..."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke turned his head to his side and whispered, "What's wrong with the boss?"

"The boss is a man," Jiang Yu cleared his throat and said quickly, "Beautiful little cute."

"...You are not finished, are you?" Cheng Ke choked for a moment, and he didn't know what to say. "On this beautiful little cute, wouldn't it be your wish to not find me one?" "

"I didn't mean it, fuck!" Jiang Yuzhuo glared at him, "I said, I thought the boss was a man, but it turned out to be a woman, but then I found out that he was really a man, and his makeup was pretty good. so beautiful."

"And then?" Cheng Ke asked.

He didn't have such patience to change individuals, but Jiang Yuduo was different. When Jiang Yuduo inquired about these things, what he showed was not confusion and contempt, but merely confusion and confusion.

very cute.

People can ignore many other problems.

For example, "they" who were suddenly avoided, such as injuries to his right hand, such as whether Jiang Yuduo had any mental problems, such as whether it would be dangerous to be with him.

"What then?" Jiang Yuduo dragged the chair over again, basically next to him, "I think, do you like that?"

"Have I said that?" Cheng Ke asked, "Pretty little cute."

Jiang Yuduo stared at him, seemingly recalling quickly.

Cheng Ke leaned against the back of the chair without a word, looking into his eyes.

Jiang Yuduo is very unkind, and even more polite with the scar on his face. If you don’t fit a sentence, you will start to feel like you, but your eyes are very different.

Especially at this time, it is very simple, so simple that you can see nothing.

I can't imagine what kind of childhood a person with such eyes can't look back on.

"I haven't said that," Jiang Yu slapped him on the lap. "It's his mother, your brother!"

"Ah," Cheng Ke rubbed his leg, "so don't ask me next time, you ask Cheng Yi to go."

"Then I will understand," Jiang Yuduo pointed at him. "You don't like any pretty little cute, you should still like Coach Yang."

Cheng Ke looked at him for ten seconds before he lengthened his voice and sighed: "Get out of here."

"I'm right?" Jiang Yuduo said, "Generally choose personal education, it must be the type I like, I want to go to the gym, I will find a hot body beautiful private education, practice it It's more pleasant, right. Lucy went to the gym before, so she changed three gyms because she didn't have the appearance she likes in her private education."

Cheng Ke looked at his analysis and suddenly felt a little bit trying to touch his face.

In order to control his impulsive madness, Cheng Ke put his hand in his pocket.

"But that Yang," Jiang Yu grabbed a sigh. "It's okay not to speak. An expression can annoy people. I will give you a face, or I'll shut him up soon." "

"Don't worry about me," Cheng Ke sighed, "I just found a private teacher, just because he knew me before, you can think so much wherever you go."

"So what exactly do you like?" Jiang Yuduo snorted. "I asked you so many times. What's wrong with this kind of thing."

"So what kind of girl do you like?" Cheng Ke smiled.

This question made Jiang Yuduo froze, thinking for a long time before saying: "Beautiful, **** and thin waist."

"Children." Cheng Ke said with a smile.

This kind of answer that only looks at the figure's face can basically know that Jiang Yuduo has never been in love.

It's amazing, a loud boss who hasn't been in love since he was 21 years old.

"You are not a child," Jiang Yuduo looked at him. "So what do middle-aged and three-year-olds like you like?"

Cheng Ke looked at him without speaking.

Jiang Yuduo did not speak, and watched him waiting for him to answer.

After staring at each other for a while, Jiang Yuduo suddenly sat upright: "I fuck?"