Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"Ayan, tomorrow... we will go out, right?" Junque hugged Zhou Jiangyan with a nostalgic look on his face, as if comforting him and himself.

Zhou Jiangyan put his hands around his waist, and his eyes were no longer concealed when he faced the live broadcast. Although his voice was still gentle, like a feather, it soothed the trembling person in his arms.

"Of course, we want to be together."

Junque smiled and closed his eyes.

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The time came to 12 o'clock in the morning.

In the orphanage, which was originally silent with only the sound of breathing and heartbeat, a strong wind blew. However, the strong wind did not blow away the thick fog, but it became thicker and thicker like paint, as if it had thickened into a milky white liquid.

At this time everything hums.

Junque had been tossing and turning since he fell asleep, so many viewers thought he was having a nightmare. However, seeing that Zhou Jiangyan, who was holding him, showed no reaction, they all gradually stopped worrying.

But Zhou Jiangyan quietly opened his eyes and remained calm as if he wanted to verify that their guess was correct.

He sat up on the bed, looked back at Junque, took out the hand holding him, and then he conjured a sweater from nowhere. Audiences with good eyesight saw clearly that it was the white sweatshirt that Junque wore when he came to the dungeon, and it was the one that Zhou Jiangyan should have torn.

Throwing the intact sweatshirt on Junque, Zhou Jiangyan sat on the wheelchair very lightly.

Junque was having a "good dream" as if he didn't know it.

The lights were still dim, and with the sound of a wheelchair creaking, there was only one person left in the room.

Gently closing the door, Zhou Jiangyan threw down a piece of paper, then turned around and left without mercy.

The thick fog seems to be able to swallow up the thin beauty, but it is in adversity that the flowers truly shine.

The wind was strong, making him feel slightly chilly, but it didn't hurt him. He was already cold, and the strong wind only made him feel weak and weak. In the end, Xu's weak body really couldn't bear it anymore, so Zhou Jiangyan stopped covering his mouth and coughed twice.

Gradually, the sound of the wheelchair seemed to be muffled, and he left quietly.

When I came to the iron door, the chain was gone. The door was struggling hard under the ravages of the strong wind, like a struggling fish jumping around on a chopping board, struggling in vain.

People have tried to escape from this door countless times, but they have never been able to take a step closer. But now, Zhou Jiangyan walked out of that door without any hurry or delay. There was no stopping him, and he even sent him off respectfully.

When the wheelchair completely left the territory of the Happy Orphanage, the door slammed shut, and the violent roar could make people's ears ring, as loud as a bell. At the same time, the wind in the orphanage stopped and the dead silence returned to before.

Zhou Jiangyan didn't react at all. He turned back indifferently, his heart still.

The night is dark, but not as deep as those eyes.

His eyes have always been beautiful, and they look at everything with gentleness, but what no one can ignore is the alienation and indifference beneath the gentleness. Or, to put it another way, it is precisely because she is a thousand miles away from everyone that she is gentle to everyone.

Jade fingers caressed the mountains and seas, and he made a series of sticky cat meows, praising Zhou Jiangyan for making him feel so comfortable.

When Zhou Jiangyan smiled, the spring breeze was weak, the flowers were in ruins, and everything around him lost its color.

In the lounge of Mental Hospital No. 1999, it was eerily quiet. As if they had agreed, they all focused on the live broadcast.

Zhou Jiangyan would also smile at ordinary times, just a shallow smile with a pout on his lips. Just like the look in his eyes, it was just a product of habitual politeness.

It's just that at this moment, the smile is different.

In the live broadcast room, I don't know how many people said in their minds, "I'm lucky to meet you, my peach blossom face will be warm in spring from now on."

But in the next moment, the beauty of the previous moment made the cold water pouring from their heads become even more biting and cold.

Only a clear snap of fingers and Shanhai Zigui's mocking cry were heard.