The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

On a loose table at the entrance to the smoking area, there is a medical kit sent by the manager.

Jiang Nan was forced to sit down and stretched out his face, asking Tang Yan in front of him to help him deal with the wound on his side. This was Tang Yan's initiative.

A cotton ball dipped in iodine was pressed against the wound, and he breathed in and shook.

Tang Yan glanced at him: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. The boss is gentle," Jiang Nan said.

After wiping away the blood on the side of his face, Tang Yan realized that the porcelain scratches were quite deep.

Almost two millimeters of flesh below Jiang Nan's cheekbones were removed!

There will be scars for sure.

"There may be a small hole left after waiting."

There was no emotion in Tang Yan's tone, but he felt unhappy in his heart.

Jiang Nan didn't care much: "Oh, it doesn't matter."

Don't rely on your face to make a living.

"It doesn't matter?" Tang Yan's eyes darkened.

Suppose the people fighting with Song Xiaolou today were other spirit hunters.

He would scold both of them together, after all, anyone who could easily be provoked into a fight by Song Xiaolou was an idiot.

But the person in front of me was Jiang Nan.

So he subconsciously was biased and blamed Song Xiaolou for everything.

Just like Cheng Ze would blame Jiang Nan for Song Xiaolou going abroad, people will subconsciously protect their shortcomings because of their feelings.

Tang Yan said: "You just listen to him and hit him when he asks you to? Don't play with him all the time."

This sounds like a parent restraining his children.

"Well, actually it's not..."

From the corner of his eye, Jiang Nan could see two awkward figures beside him.

He took action because soot was thrown on him and because he heard those people dared to leave Tang Yan's car.

It wasn’t because of Song Xiaolou’s words.

No one can control what Jiang Nan does unless he wants to.

"Boss, those people were the ones who scolded me harshly, and they were the ones who smashed the ashtray first."

Song Xiaolou was sitting on the chair next to him, and Cheng Ze was treating the broken corners of his mouth and other minor injuries.

Because I hit the chair too hard, two of my nails were broken and are still bleeding.

Song Xiaolou exclaimed: "Finally, someone has cleared my wrongdoing! It has to be Jiang Jiang, Master Qingtian."

Song Xiaolou's words were very interesting, and Jiang Nan smiled.

Tang Yan turned his head and said in a cold voice: "Where is your grievance? If you didn't lead the fight, he could be injured like this?"

"?"

Song Xiaolou was stunned when he heard this. He would not be so partial.

"Ha, that's weird. There's no one who doesn't get hurt in a fight. It hurts!"

Cheng Ze gently pressed Song Xiaolou's injury to tell him to stop talking. Tang Yan made it clear that he felt sorry for Jiang Nan and was getting angry.

But Song Xiaolou couldn't hold back his words, nor could he bear the injustice.

Jiang Nan was stronger than him in the fight just now!

"No, Brother Yan, if you want to be so caring, he will officially join the job in a few days and he will have tasks. If he breaks his arm and leg, you will hold him and cry? Just don't let him in, you can support the family."

This is not a curse on Jiang Nan, it may indeed happen.

"...That's right." These words reminded Tang Yan that he could support his family.

He looked at Jiang Nan: "Why don't you stop being a spirit hunter and stay here to manage the supply of weapons for me..."

You can still stay in the office without going out to take risks.

"..."

Jiang Nan was confused, still immersed in the three words "loving people", "holding and crying" and "supporting the family".

The boss didn't refute these three words.

what's the situation!

He shook his head: "No, I really like the feeling of being a ghost hunter entering and exiting the plane. It's very novel." It's very exciting.

"If you go inside, my weapons club will lose a designer."

Tang Yan realized that he was being lenient and tried to explain.

"It's easy to find a ghost hunter who's not afraid of death, but it's hard to find a talented designer."

Oh, I see.

Jiang Nan raised his eyes and looked at Tang Yan: "Actually, I can protect myself, if the boss cares about my life..."

"What are you talking about?" Tang Yan felt something was wrong and felt flustered. "Even if no one cares, you have to cherish yourself. You only have one life."

"Then the boss will care about me."

"of course."

"..."

Jiang Nan's eyes brightened a little more, and she looked at the person in front of her with burning eyes.

"!" Tang Yan was stared at by him, and then he realized that his answer was too smooth.

Directly change the topic!

"So don't listen to Song Xiaolou in the future, he is unreliable."

Jiang Nan nodded obediently: "Okay."

He didn't listen to Song Xiaolou.

"Hey," Song Xiaolou muttered, "Why are you blaming me again? Didn't I take it out on you two? They didn't buy the car last month..."

"Shut up." Cheng Ze was rubbing the medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on the corners of his lips, but he couldn't rub it on when he spoke.

This was hit by the bald man just now, and the corner of his lip was chipped by his teeth.

"It was just an accident to stop the car. I told you that the matter was over, why are you taking it out on you?" Tang Yan also led Jiang Nan into a fight, and Tang Yan scolded Song Xiaolou, "the trouble maker."

"??"

I rely on.

Song Xiaolou dodged Cheng Ze's hand, dissatisfied with Boss Tang's way of not retaliating with tit for tat.

"What are you saying, just give me some money? Brother Cheng's wrist has been swollen for half a month, can he get some money in exchange? The man named Feng is dreaming. I've seen him hit him once and for all, until he is no longer angry!"

The protectiveness in these words was undisguised, he felt sorry for Cheng Ze's hand.

"..."

Cheng Ze pursed his lips and smiled.

"What's the matter? You hit him back with a car, then deliberately hurt someone and went to jail for two years. His hands don't hurt anymore? How come you have such a brain." Tang Yan was disgusted.

While feeling disgusted, he glanced at Cheng Ze.

Seeing Cheng Ze's happy smile, he felt even more disgusted.

Only Cheng Ze would think that Song Xiaolou's mindless revenge was good for him, a pair of idiots.

My wrist is already injured, so of course I have to maximize the benefits for Cheng Ze.

This is Tang Yan's cool-headed way of handling things.

Song Xiaolou did not dare to speak loudly, so he muttered in a low voice.

"... Tang Papi is better than you when we come back. He only knows how to ask for money."

According to him, Feng's wrist should be broken as well. Why do you want money?

"Ah."

Tang Yan laughed angrily, too lazy to argue with the idiot.

Jiang Nan looked at Tang Yan's features from close range and stared blankly.

The boss even sneers so beautifully, I really like it.

"The boss is not Tang Papi."

"Tsk."

The one in front of me is still good and obedient.

Tang Yan was satisfied and said softly: "Take it here."

Putting a band-aid on the cheekbone, Jiang Nan handed over his right hand that was no longer bleeding.

"Don't you feel any pain when you press the porcelain piece?" Tang Yan frowned and looked at the hand.

Both the thumb and index finger were covered in blood, and the palm of the hand was deeply pierced.

Fortunately, the porcelain piece is short, otherwise the palm of my hand would be broken by pressing it like this!

Jiang Nan was stunned and asked, "Is the boss here, feeling sorry for my hand?"

Tang Yan raised his eyes to look at him and asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"..."

Admit it!

The boss felt sorry for him.

Jiang Nan's heart trembled and she nodded slowly: "Obviously."

"....I feel sorry for the employees."

After all, Tang Yan was not very skilled in saying such things, so he added a superfluous sentence.

"Oh." Jiang Nan nodded.

Next to him, Song Xiaolou heard Tang Yan saying he felt sorry for his employees and suddenly called for someone.

"Brother Yan, look at me, can this be considered a work-related injury?"

He broke his bleeding fingernails.

"Nothing." Tang Yan didn't even look back.

"..."

Fuck!