no way

Zhang Cong felt like he was about to choke to death after taking two stomach medicines.He didn't know when his throat became so shallow, and he spent a lot of effort to roll his Adam's apple, which made his throat so painful that he didn't roll down the bitterness.

Zhang Cong took out the water glass while walking, and tried to take a sip of the water slowly, which was even better. The bitter taste showed its skills in the water, but he fainted, and it seemed that it even spread to his chest.

Zhang Cong took out a lollipop from his pocket, quickly tore it open and put it in his mouth.He didn't hold it in his mouth, and immediately smashed it into pieces, swallowed it like a piece of glass, the pain was so painful that he wanted to cut his neck, and made another disgusting noise, finally his eyes turned red, and then he stopped in despair.

He's not planning to go to the hospital today, as he is now, the old man will definitely babble, Zhang Cong doesn't bother to provoke that trouble, he's already troubled enough.Anyway, the old man was taken care of by people in the courtyard, but he felt that his foot was not stable when he walked, and his eyes seemed to be floating on the Yangtze River.

Zhang Cong walked slowly by the side of the road, turned around the signboard of Xindong Street, and looked up to see a very unrestrained Harley.A big one stood in the way, so Zhang Cong could only take a detour. As soon as he walked around his feet, he began to look around, and spun out two bad dance steps. He finally knelt down on the ground. Touched the rear of Harley's car.

Zhang Cong held on for a while without moving. He shook his head and lifted the stars in front of him to the sky. Then he let out a breath and continued walking forward.

After these steps, when he looked up again, he saw Yan Jianghe's car.

Although Zhang Cong is a little delirious now, he will never admit that it is Yan Jianghe's Mazda.He's been on this car twice, and it holds a high place in his heart—that's a deep hatred.

"The ghosts linger." Zhang Cong muttered in a low and hoarse voice, but in the next second, he seemed to be pushed by a ghost, and he leaned back to the side of the road.He seemed to be strangled by something evil again, and turned his head to look aside.When he walked past the barbecue shop, Zhang Cong even took two steps inside, and poked his eyes out for a closer look.

This look is too unexpected.Yan Jianghe didn't see it, but he saw Zhang Hanma.

That must be Zhang Hanma, the black hat on his head has been placed on the dining table at home countless times.Sitting opposite Zhang Hanma was a woman in her thirties. This woman was wearing a suspender in her cotton-padded jacket in cold weather. Her breasts were wide open, revealing a piece of her chest. Her skin was as white as frozen pork belly.Zhang Hanma was handing out a meat skewer to her mouth.

At this moment, Zhang Cong couldn't walk anymore.It seems that a lifeless force has been drilled from the ground, perhaps from the eighteen layers of hell.This force ran along the soles of Zhang Cong's feet, and in one go, it jumped up to the top of his head.

Zhang Cong didn't think about anything, he was driven by this force and walked in.

Walking in and taking a look, I have to exaggerate the taste of Hanma.Zhang Cong was a jerk, and he didn't understand what an objective evaluation was. In his opinion, that woman's appearance was not ordinary, but disgusting.

The disgusting woman opened her mouth and ate the meat that Zhang Hanma brought over.And Zhang Cong walked over, without letting go of his dumb fart, he threw the schoolbag on his shoulders far away from the ground, and raised his hand to overturn the table between them.

Immediately someone yelled, Zhang Hanma seemed to be dazed and didn't react, and stared at Zhang Cong there.

Zhang Cong's moves are generally inertial, and most of them are consecutive moves. He didn't stop for a moment, and slapped the woman with his eyes down. The sound was crisp, and the woman limped on the stool.

Zhang Cong still couldn't restrain himself, he was insane in calculating the accounts, and couldn't show compassion for the innocent.In just ten seconds, he overturned the dining table next door.

Zhang Hanma finally stood up, he just wanted to open his mouth to curse, but Zhang Cong didn't give him a chance.Zhang Cong stretched out his hand and quickly pulled Zhang Hanma's hat, and at the same time kicked him hard in the stomach, just to kill his father.This kicked him out, knocking his head on the door frame.

The hat was held in Zhang Cong's hand, and Zhang Cong looked down, expressionless.The moment he threw the hat out, he yelled hysterically, "Get the fuck out of here!"

Many people around had already fled away, and the disgusting woman who had been slapped off the ground by Zhang Cong had disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Cong picked up another stool and threw it at Zhang Hanma: "Get lost!"

After Zhang Hanma was hit by his own son, he groaned and got up, stretched out his hand to cover the cut on his head, his mouth was moving exaggeratedly, but Zhang Cong could hardly hear what he was scolding, his ears were buzzing. All of a sudden, tinnitus.

It wasn't until Zhang Hanma left that he slowly turned around and saw the frightened proprietress and waiter behind him, and finally he saw Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong couldn't understand, where did he dig out the word "finally", as if he was going to die from the pain at the moment, but wanted to see Yan Jianghe very much.Pure deceit.

Zhang Cong guessed that the word probably popped out from the cracks in the stinky stones, and he allowed it to pop into his mind only because he was sick and confused.

Yan Jianghe suppressed his anger, the expression on his face was so hard that it could be compared to King Kong, and he didn't know if it would be deformed if he hit it hard with a hammer.Thinking of this, Zhang Cong suddenly felt a hot smell of blood in his breath.

Yan Jianghe walked up to Zhang Cong and stopped. The moment Zhang Cong turned around, he decided that this bastard was not normal.At this moment, Zhang Cong was gasping for breath, his eyes were red, and a nosebleed slowly flowed from one nostril.

Zhang Cong's nosebleed flowed into his mouth, so he raised his hand and wiped it carelessly for himself.It's useless to wipe it off, and after wiping it, it continues to bleed out, and his hands and face are all smeared.

Zhang Cong looked up at Yan Jianghe.Yan Jianghe really disliked him, with just one glance, he seemed to see a poisonous snake and beast, and suddenly his head seemed to be slashed with a machete, and his nerves were twisted and hurt.He swayed, his eyes immediately darkened, his head drooped and he fell forward.

"Zhang Cong." Yan Jianghe quickly took a step forward and took him into his arms.Zhang Cong's nose stuck to his collar, which was half covered with blood.

Yan Jianghe pushed his face away and pressed his nose with his fingers.Zhang Cong's bones are basically white at the moment, and his skin is too soft to hold up.Yan Jianghe wrapped his other arm around him, pinching his neck to prevent him from raising his head and choking blood into the trachea again.

Zhong Ning reacted quickly, and immediately passed a few tissues from the side, and Yan Jianghe took them to block Zhang Cong's bleeding.At this time, the proprietress also came up, she stared at Zhang Cong, and asked with difficulty: "Are you... all right?"

"Excuse me, aunt, can you get me a cold towel?" Yan Jianghe said, and took Zhang Cong into his arms again. He always felt that this kid was going to be bald in the next second.

"Ah?" The proprietress finally came to her senses, "I'll go right away."

When the proprietress went to the back to get towels, the two waitress girls also came back to their senses. They immediately began to appease the few remaining guests, and apologized to those who wanted to check out and leave.

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhong Ning, and the two exchanged glances.Although Zhong Ning is usually a poor man, when he was upright, he was quite clear. He felt blessed in an instant, and nodded to Yan Jianghe.

The proprietress came back soon, and Yan Jianghe took the cold towel from her, put it on Zhang Cong's nose, and thanked him again.

Zhong Ning accompanied the proprietress to apologize to the guests. In fact, almost all the people outside ran away, some left money on the table, and some didn't. They said there were still customers, so there were only two tables left in the back few boxes.

Zhong Ning pulled the proprietress aside, took out the wallet from his pocket, and handed over a wad of money: "Auntie, I'm really sorry today. We know that child, and today's loss is ours."

The proprietress quickly pushed him: "Don't, don't, why..."

"Really, he is our younger brother. Didn't you know Jiang He?" Zhong Ning said quickly, and put the money into the owner's hand.

The proprietress is kind and simple, and she still can't keep up with her: "It doesn't take so much, my small workshop..."

"It's okay." Zhong Ning smiled, "If there is too much, you can just roast us some more meat when we come to eat later."

When Zhong Ning came out, the waiter had already started cleaning up, but Yan Jianghe was still standing there.

Zhang Cong's nosebleed has stopped.Yan Jianghe took his arm and leaned on him half-closed in his arms.

Zhang Cong must have been in a lot of pain, his eyes were closed, he let out a low snort, and at the same time tilted his head on Yan Jianghe's shoulder.Yan Jianghe raised his hand and touched Zhang Cong's neck with the back of his hand.

"Hiss...so hot." Yan Jianghe looked down at Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong's face was burning hot, but his face was not red at all. Instead, it was pale and pale, and it was almost translucent when illuminated by the incandescent lamp in the store.

"Is it done?" Yan Jianghe asked Zhong Ning.

"Yeah." Zhong Ning glanced at Zhang Cong hanging on his shoulder, "It's thanks to the two of us being here today, otherwise the proprietress will lead two little girls to take pictures. I really don't know what to do."

Yan Jianghe glanced at the culprit in his arms again, and said that if it weren't for Zhang Cong's half-dead virtue now, he would have to carry this bear thing on the avenue, while he rumbled open his pants in the dark and beat his ass to blossom. Colorful.

"Help me get him into the car." Yan Jianghe said again.

Zhong Ning nodded, rolled his eyes around, and the waiter gave him a wink, and handed Zhang Cong's schoolbag to him from the side: "Brother Yan, Brother Zhong, go slowly."

Fortunately, Zhang Cong's schoolbag was left far away before the action, and nothing should have been stained.

In fact, Zhang Cong didn't faint too much. Although he struggled to keep his eyelids open, and he was struggling with his swing, but with Zhong Ning's help, Yan Jianghe didn't waste much effort.

Zhong Ning glanced at Zhang Cong on the co-pilot: "What kind of ancestor are you messing with?"

Yan Jianghe's nostrils cursed: "Damn ancestor."

"...Is he all right? That nosebleed." Zhong Ning felt that Zhang Cong's problem was serious, "Do you want me to help you?"

Yan Jianghe: "I don't need your help. You can go back. The nosebleed is probably due to the dryness of winter. He has a high fever again, or he has been tossing a lot just now, and he touched it. He has a fever like this. I have to send him to the hospital. Hurry up and kick your nose." Prince Harley is running away."

Zhong Ning laughed: "Okay, then I'll go back to Azure first, there's no place tonight, there's a party upstairs, but Lao Xu is here, so it should be alright, call me if you need anything."

"En." Yan Jianghe responded.

Zhong Ning stepped on the prince and ran away, and Yan Jianghe also got into the car.He turned on the air conditioner and adjusted the radiator on the co-pilot's side.Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Cong's eyes for a few rounds to feel it—even the warm wind couldn't blow on Zhang Cong's melting face now.

Just when Yan Jianghe adjusted and was about to stop driving, Zhang Cong suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Yan Jianghe squinted over at Zhang Cong, who leaned back on the chair and half-opened his eyelids.His eyes were unfocused, but he still stared at him as hard as he could, and he just breathed out his breath when he spoke: "Why is it you again? Why is it always you? Can you stay away from me?"

He murmured weakly, "Yan Jianghe, I hate you so much." After speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Zhang Cong had no strength, so Yan Jianghe struggled lightly, Zhang Cong let go of him, and his hands fell on his lap.

With his hands on the steering wheel, Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong for a while before driving out of the car: "Don't struggle, those two people around you are related to me, you will meet me sooner or later."