no way

Zhang Cong was kicked by Yan Jiang and He San again and returned to the house to lie down.He raised his head and stared at the ceiling thinking, even if he left, if he was not beaten to death by Yan Jianghe, where could he go?

Zhang Cong lay on the bed and thought, he was so sick that he had nowhere to go.The heating in the room is very good, completely different from the biting cold outside, it is very hot.

Yan Jianghe walked in with a freshly washed apple in his hand. He took out a paper towel and put the apple on the table.

Yan Jianghe glanced down, only thinking that Zhang Cong couldn't finish changing the calf, and the quilt couldn't be covered anyway.This time he didn't kick, but the quilt on his body was drooping over his shoulders, and there was a big gap.

What can you cover like this?That bit of heat wasn't enough to leak out.

"Idiot." Yan Jianghe opened his mouth and cursed first, and then stretched out his hand to grab the quilt when the words were solid.He bent down and squeezed it for a long time, then stuffed Zhang Cong's body/under it, and finally wrapped Zhang Cong into a cocoon.

Yan Jianghe was quite satisfied, curled up his fingers, and knocked on Zhang Cong's forehead with his knuckles "Bangbang", just like knocking on a watermelon, and commented inhumanely: "Silkworm baby, it's ripe."

"..." Zhang Cong was so angry that his nose was stuffy and he wanted to vomit again. He was about to turn over while shouting slogans, and tried his best to confront him head-on.

"Don't move." Yan Jianghe quickly pressed Zhang Cong's shoulder, "How can you have such a bad temper at such a young age."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe is indeed shameless enough, he didn't piss to take a picture of himself when he said this, with his temper of a cannonball bomber, he can still lick a piece of human skin and criticize others for "bad temper", what a god Killed without opening his eyes.

"You..." Zhang Cong's language was poor at the moment, and his brain lacked oxygen, so he had to grit his teeth.

"What am I?" Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, "Shut up and take care of your illness, there is so much nonsense."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe picked up the down jacket in the closet and put it on his body. When he pulled the ring, he stretched his neck and turned his head to talk to Zhang Cong: "I have something to do when I go out. I boiled a pot of hot water in the kitchen and finished it for me."

He glanced at the apples on the table: "There are also fruits, if you don't like apples, go pick them up and eat them yourself."

Yan Jianghe adjusted the hat on the back of his clothes again: "There is also porridge. Whether you are hungry or not, put a cushion on it. Don't have an empty stomach, but don't eat too much."

He raised one corner of his mouth and smiled: "Be good at housekeeping, be honest and obedient. Keep an eye on Dianyan Meitong. If you two mess around with me at home, I'll beat you up."

"..." Zhang Cong stared at him, and took a hard breath, "Aren't you afraid that I'll smash your house and leave?"

Yan Jianghe was even happier: "You are like this now? You speak as if you are dying. You are the one who smashed it."

Zhang Cong didn't talk back.He pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips collapsed into a slit, why didn't he blink his eyes as usual while staring at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jianghe thought Zhang Cong's appearance was very funny, he must have turned his back on Yangzi, and he was so sick that he could still put on such an expression.Both eyes were red.

Yan Jianghe walked over, looked at him, and deliberately said in a nice voice: "Zhang Cong, what's the matter with you? You just behaved for a while, why are you getting angry now?"

The gentleness and connivance forced out of his tone made Zhang Cong's scalp stiff. Zhang Cong immediately closed his eyes, unable to look at Yan Jianghe again, he just turned his head and pretended to be dead.

Yan Jianghe smiled lightly, got up and left.

Zhang Cong kept his eyes closed, and he didn't open them until the room became quiet.Yan Jiang should have already left.Zhang Cong was thinking about it, and subconsciously turned his head to glance at the door, and then froze.

Yan Jianghe didn't leave at all. He was leaning against the door with his hands folded across his chest, his legs crossed obliquely, and his back leaning against the wall, feeling very comfortable.He just kept staring at Zhang Cong.

The moment their eyes met, Yan Jianghe lowered his eyes and smiled silently again.

At this moment, Zhang Cong really wanted to slap himself and tie his neck off.He will always follow Yan Jianghe's way.It's always easy, and it's just being pinched in the palm of this person's hand and fiddled with!

Yan Jianghe is an asshole.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cong opened his mouth hoarse and stammered, "Asshole."

I don't know if Yan Jianghe heard it clearly, but the smile on his face widened even more.Yan Jianghe remained silent, and finally turned around and left.

The sound of the living room door being locked came, and Zhang Cong lifted the quilt angrily, and wrapped his head in it, probably trying to suffocate him to death.

As soon as Yan Jianghe went out, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.The winter in the north is almost frenzied. The old north wind is like menopause, and it is hysterical when it splashes. In just a few steps, Yan Jianghe was completely frozen.

He got into the car shivering, slammed the door, and quickly turned on the air conditioner: "Okay, don't worry about it, old Xu, I'll buy you a drink when I go to Azure."

"It's nothing. I'm familiar with the people in the police station, so I just need to say hello." Xu Huai's voice came from the phone, "Zhong Ning came back last night and told me that you were blown up with anger by an unlucky kid. I'm still having fun, I didn't expect you to make such a blast for me early in the morning, and this kid is even related to a blood dealer..."

"It's hard to say." Yan Jianghe sighed, "I'll take him over someday, take off my pants and beat you in front of you, so that you can all open your eyes."

Xu Huai laughed immediately: "Okay, it's settled."

Xu Huai: "Hey, but Jiang He, you have to go to the police station. Your younger brother is abducted, and the blood hasn't gone out yet. The criminal organization involved has nothing to do with him. You can rest assured that there is no Something too big happened. But you have to criticize education. Didn't you say that there is trouble with his guardian?"

"Well, I know, I'll go right away." Yan Jianghe said, and hung up the phone.

Yan Jianghe contacted Xu Huai early in the morning. Xu Huai had acquaintances in the police station. Yan Jianghe asked him to ask, and he was relieved to know that nothing serious happened to Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong is a monster, so he must be looking for a guardian in this situation.Yan Jianghe thought about it, Zhang Hanma must be useless, and Zhang Cong messed up his brain yesterday.Yan Jianghe also didn't want Zhang Cong to go to the police station. It was obvious that that ignorant bastard might not be able to receive education honestly, so don't make any more fuss.

Therefore, Yan Jianghe could only talk about it, looking for a relationship was not counted, and in the end he had to condescend and go for a trip in person.

It was almost dark when he came out of the police station, and Yan Jianghe almost wanted to dry his mouth.He hurried to the small shop next to him to buy something to eat and drink, stuffed it down, and followed the pancake method in his heart, poking Zhang Cong back and forth for [-] rounds before he felt comfortable.

He didn't go home immediately, but went to the hospital first.

Yan Jianghe glanced at Old Feng.When he went, the old thing was asleep, hanging on a hanging pin.Yan Jianghe walked in and slowed down the infusion speed.He rebelliously pointed at the old man's nose, and whispered angrily: "You really have a grandson like a bastard."

After he finished cursing, he turned around and went to find Lao Xu again, and communicated with Feng Lao about his condition.

Yan Jianghe felt that Zhang Cong should not stop the old man from being discharged from the hospital.He thought about it, and he had to say hello to Corey, he was going to ask for leave that day.

Yan Jianghe hesitated again and again, and went to get the morphine again.The old man said before that he would not hit this thing.Why is Yan Jiang afraid of him hitting him?If the patient is marked with this evil, it is basically over.It's all over.But the old man's illness was too painful in the end, so he should need it.

Yan Jianghe didn't know what mood he was in, so it was hard to describe.It's hard for him to act like a hypocritical person, he's outrageous from the inside out, and he can't really feel a good fart.Anyway, he felt that the morphine in his hand was light and heavy for a while, which was extremely annoying.Therefore, Yan Jianghe shamelessly blamed science, insisting that something is wrong with the earth's gravity.

Zhang Cong was convulsed, and really followed Yan Jianghe's instructions, ate fruit, drank porridge, and drank the whole pot of hot water in the kitchen.

He gradually regained some strength, and his mind became clearer.At this moment, Zhang Cong was standing in the living room, staring at the TV, Yan Meitong's pink cat nest was in a daze.

Yan Meitong rolled on the ground, moved to Zhang Cong's feet, raised her head and rubbed against his ankle.

"..." Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, then slowly squatted down/body, he looked at Yan Meitong, "Why are you so annoying?"

Yan Meitong should have been resisted by Yan Jianghe on weekdays, and she didn't take Zhang Congyi's face seriously.It arched its head and rubbed its ears against the back of Zhang Cong's hand.

Zhang Cong was so brazen that his foot was unstable, but he staggered and sat down on the ground.

He sat so well that he directly gave Yan Meitong an opportunity to take advantage of.Yan Meitong stretched her calves and climbed onto Zhang Cong's body, laying her head on his lap.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong didn't move for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to touch Yan Meitong's head.He thought in a strange way: "A blind cat has one life, and it was really picked up by Yan Jianghe."

Yan Meitong is just a piece of rice cake, it's not easy to shake it if it's touched.It was placed in Zhang Cong's palm, and it rubbed against his head as if he had taken drugs, rubbing it to the point of desire/celestial/desire/death.

"... What's wrong with you?" Zhang Cong cut it, and then looked up at the cat litter that Yan Jianghe bought for it. ——A very real Barbie fan, surrounded by dreamy, princess-like white fluff.

Zhang Cong grabbed Yan Meitong's head, and it finally stopped moving.Zhang Cong didn't know what to think, but turned around with Yan Meitong, and looked down.

Yan Meitong is a genuine male cat.

Zhang Cong's eyelids twitched immediately, and he sputtered words dryly, aiming to seek justice for Yan Meitong, condemning Yan Jianghe: "Crazy, the brain nerves have been used to braid braids."

When he said the last sentence, Yan Jianghe just opened the door and came in: "What braid?"

He glanced around, and saw that the two kids in the living room were quite harmonious.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe, and he didn't even know when he opened his mouth: "Braid Yan Meitong."

Zhang Cong: "..."

"What hobby." Yan Jianghe curled his lips, and went to turn on the bathroom heater first.

Zhang Cong turned his face to look at the Barbie fan's princess cat nest.hobby?Whose fetish?

Yan Jianghe put on his shoes, put the things in his hand away, walked over and kicked Zhang Cong's waist: "What are you doing sitting on the floor? Will you mop the floor for me? Does the washing machine not charge for electricity?"

He kicked Yan Meitong off Zhang Cong's knee again, and said to Zhang Cong, "Get up quickly."

Yan Meitong is a model who remembers to eat but not to hit. After being kicked, she still leans over to grab Yan Jianghe's slippers, sucking Yan Jianghe's foot is like smoking opium.

Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment, always thinking that the blind cat was blinded by drugs, and that a slap and a slap would make him addicted.

Yan Jianghe bent down and picked up Yan Meitong, and threw it on his shoulder: "Good boy. Come on, hold it high."

Yan Meitong let out a groan happily, very excited to hear it.

Zhang Cong stood up, so he didn't twist his waist.He secretly scolded the opposite person, one person and one animal... No, a pair of animals is not normal.Everything is wrong.

"Zhang Cong, have you had the porridge?" Yan Jianghe slowly walked into the kitchen with Yan Meitong on his back, checked it, and went to get the medicine again.

"......Um."

Yan Jianghe stuffed the medicine and water into Zhang Cong's hands, "Just take an anti-inflammatory medicine before going to bed at night."

He was grinning like a scourge, with Yan Meitong's big white cheeks sticking to his little white cheeks, all squinting at Zhang Cong.