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When his thoughts drifted away, he suddenly remembered Pu Cheng's message, and he quickly looked for his phone to check the time, only to find out that it was already 11:[-].It takes an hour by taxi to go back here.It would be much closer to go back to his own home, but he said he would go back, and made an appointment to accompany him to the hospital tomorrow to have the stitches removed.

Without hesitation, he decided to take a taxi back to Pu Cheng's house.After arriving home, he opened the door almost with the least effort, and walked in, not even turning on the auxiliary light, only relying on the faint light of the mobile phone to change shoes, for fear of waking up Pu Cheng.

Just when he was proud that his operation might not even be noticed by cats, it happened that suddenly an auxiliary light "popped" and turned on without embarrassment.He was wondering if this lamp also has functions such as "voice control" or "temperature control"?Xu De raised his head and met Pu Cheng's sight. He was leaning against the door of the bedroom in home clothes, his head lightly leaning on the door frame, looking at him with a half-smile: "You're back?"

How come there is a feeling of being cheated on... no, why is there a feeling of being caught as a thief?Nima, why do you have such a fucking|fucking feeling?It's not that I really did anything wrong!

Ye Cong still had one shoe to change, to express his apology, he stopped taking off his shoe and straightened up, "Ah, sorry for waking you up, I thought I was quiet enough."

"I didn't sleep." Pu Cheng's eyes were full of tiredness. He had good work and rest habits, so he wouldn't stay up so late, so he didn't sleep all this time, could it be that he was waiting for himself?

Facing such a lazy Pu Cheng, his apology deepened: "Waiting for me?" This was a blurted sentence, but the whole atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous because of this sentence.

"Well," Pu Cheng didn't deny it, because he had been waiting for several hours, and several times he seemed to hear the door open, got up and came to the door, but found nothing. "You said you wanted to come back, but you didn't come back for a while. I was afraid that something might happen to you with me, and I couldn't explain it to your family. Remember to come back early in the future. I'm going to bed." He stood up straight, and Ye Cong looked at each other for two seconds, then turned around and entered the bedroom, the door was gently closed.

Ye Cong was still stunned at the same spot, in the exchange of gazes just now, he seemed to see a different Pu Cheng in a trance, his eyes were clearly full of worry, but there was also a heart-wrenching tenderness.

After finally washing up, he adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and then lay down exhausted.The ceiling in the dark is undoubtedly the most maddening thing. You can't see it clearly because you don't have night vision, but you can only look at it because... you have insomnia.

It has to be said that his heart was extremely heavy at this time. Since when, as long as there is something about Yajun, his mood has never been better?If there is a better solution, he will not allow himself and Yajun to bear this kind of pressure passively like now.

After tossing and turning several times, his consciousness finally drifted towards the latter between being awake and dissociated. After that, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning his alarm clock hadn't rung, but Pu Cheng had already got up first and made a rustle in the bathroom, which prevented him from going back to sleep. "Woke up so early today?" He looked at the time in a daze, and it was less than 7:[-].

"Well, go early, it will be too hot to go out later."

Seeing Pu Cheng entered the bedroom, he also sat up. He slept too late last night, and now his eyes are a little swollen.He rubbed his temples lightly, calmed himself down, poked his face vigorously with both palms, took a deep breath, and finally woke up.Then fold the thin quilt and put it on one side of the sofa together with the pillow, get up and go to the bathroom.

It took less than 2 minutes to wash up, and he quickly went to the kitchen to fry two eggs, heat up two steamed buns, and boiled two cups of milk during the process.In less than 10 minutes, this substandard breakfast was served to him.

In fact, Pu Cheng didn't intend to have breakfast at home, so when he changed his clothes and went to the living room, he happened to meet Ye Cong coming out with a plate in both hands, it was a little unexpected.But then, he immediately stepped forward to catch a plate, and smiled softly: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

At eight o'clock, after having breakfast and getting ready to go downstairs, Pu Cheng stepped into the elevator ahead of him, and directly pressed the button for the first floor. Is this to open the car to go?Who will drive?Can Pu Cheng drive it by himself?He couldn't help asking, "Go downstairs to pick up the car?"

"En." The elevator descended slowly, Pu Cheng stared at the numbers displayed on it, and didn't say much.

He looked at it secretly, could Pu Cheng drive with his injury?And I was a little skeptical, I should be able to open it, right?But in the end, I still have to ask myself: "Are you going to drive?"

"I won't drive, you can drive." The man in front of him moved his eyes from the elevator subtitles to him, and smiled brightly at him.

Ye Cong: "..."

On weekends, in fact, the bus is not crowded or blocked, but it will go around in a circle.If you drive, it will be faster.He understands all of this, even though he took the driver's license test, but has he ever said that he doesn't like driving?

But they have already reached the first floor, so let’s open it, it’s not a big deal.He took the key, waited for Pu Cheng to sit in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt, then started the car and drove slowly.Novices don't pursue speed, and don't dare to be brave, so he drives in a well-regulated manner on the road, not overtaking or grabbing the road.After a smooth journey to the hospital, he parked the car and followed Pu Cheng to the outpatient department.

The doctor took Pu Cheng to another room, and he could only sit in the waiting hall and wait.When Pu Cheng came out, he immediately got up and greeted him.The other party frowned slightly, his face was a little pale, his lips were tightly closed, he was holding a sheet in his right hand, and his left hand was slightly covering the wound.Ye Cong took the list and looked at the words on it subconsciously, and asked at the same time: "Is there any problem?"

"Well, I prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicine for external use." Pu Cheng frowned a little, and forced a smile, "Now go to the checkout to get the medicine, and you can go back when you're done."

To be honest, seeing Pu Cheng's expression when he came out just now, he was a little frightened, so that when he said this, he didn't notice his tone and was even a little doting: "Does it hurt to remove the stitches?"

"It hurts, the doctor's skills are not good, and it hurts a lot." Let's talk about Pu Cheng, it's really unkind at this time, seeing Ye Cong nervous because he is worried about him, and half open with grievance Say this as a joke.

Is it really painful, probably true.Because the action of him covering his wound was not fake.

Anyway, regardless of whether it was fake or not, Ye Cong took it seriously, "Then you go and sit on the chair over there, and I will go." He pointed to the chair next to Pu Cheng, and he had already seen the list in his hand clearly. The doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Pu Cheng nodded to him, took out the medical insurance card from his bag and handed it to him, "Then I will trouble you."

Ye Cong ran back and forth to several windows, stamping the bill at the window while getting medicine at the window, and then turned back to get the receipt.But Pu Cheng sat quietly on the chair, staring at the back of this figure who was running back and forth for himself.He didn't realize that there was already a trace of panic that was extremely difficult to detect in his originally calm expression.

However, the moment Ye Cong turned his head back, he returned to his original calmness.

Ye Cong was already holding a small bag of medicines in his hand, and there were a few printed receipts in it.He came to Pu Cheng, bowed slightly and said softly to him: "Let's go."

"Okay." Pu Cheng returned him with a big smile, got up and tidied up his clothes slightly, and followed behind him.

After getting into the car, he was already ready. When Ye Cong was about to start the car, he suddenly turned to Pu Cheng and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Pu Cheng was amused by this question, this child is real, he will believe anything he says, "It doesn't hurt, just to tease you."

Ye Cong: "..."

Seeing that Pu Cheng's face turned slightly pale, he knew that even if the wound was fine, his current condition was not very good, but now he was still in the mood to joke.I am too lazy to argue with the patient, anyway, he knows whether it hurts or not, and no one can replace it.

Ye Cong glanced at him in such a mood, turned around and started the car, not wanting to look at him again, and said in a cold voice, "Fasten your seat belt, I'm going to drive."

Knowing that this kid was angry, Pu Cheng didn't intend to coax him, so he put on his seat belt leisurely.Ten seconds later, Ye Cong started the car.

On the way home, Ye Cong kept putting on a bad face.Not knowing whether it was because he was angry or because he was too nervous to drive, Pu Cheng glanced sideways at him several times, and felt that the kid's expression was a bit exaggerated.So in order to ease the atmosphere, he said, "Actually, you drive quite well."

Ye Cong, who was staring at the front with all his attention, didn't notice whether his expression was good or not, but Pu Cheng suddenly said something that distracted him suddenly, "Don't talk!" After blurting out these words, he realized that there was a sense of blame in his tone, he eased his expression, and said in a different tone: "I didn't mean that, I was a little nervous when driving, so...you Don't talk to me yet."

"Okay." Ye Cong's words actually startled him. It's not that this kid has no temper, but he usually hides it very well.

Even so, he stopped talking and let Ye Cong concentrate on driving.

The car was parked in the underground garage, Ye Cong walked in front carrying the small bag of medicines, his expression was not very good, Pu Cheng followed behind, and did not speak again.Thinking about it, the atmosphere in the elevator should be extremely embarrassing.

When they reached the door, Ye Cong didn't take the initiative to open the door, but gave way to Pu Cheng to move forward.This kid is quite temperamental.

After entering the door, Pu Cheng changed his shoes and strolled towards the sofa to sit down. Ye Cong put the bag in his hand on the tea table, poured a cup of warm water for Pu Cheng and handed it to him, "How long have you been on sick leave?"