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When the two arrived at Azure, Yan Jianghe directly led Zhang Cong into the office on the fifth floor.

Zhong Ning happened to be there, and when he saw Yan Jianghe and Zhang Cong behind him, he stood up to greet him: "Jianghe, did someone bring it?"

He was a little surprised, and looked down at his watch: "Isn't he going to school at this time?"

"I'll tell you later." Yan Jianghe turned to look at Zhang Cong, "This is Boss Zhong, call someone."

Zhang Cong paused: "Boss Zhong."

"Hey." Zhong Ning bent his eyes and whispered into Yan Jianghe's ear, "You are well educated, why are you so obedient now?"

"He's guilty of doing something bad." Yan Jianghe also said with a smile.

But both of them were not too quiet, Zhang Cong could still hear: "..."

"Okay. Zhang Cong is right." Zhong Ning said to Zhang Cong, "Go to the fourth floor, Lao Xu is here, I will call him and ask him to take you to familiarize yourself with the environment and tell you about your work by the way. "After he finished speaking, he picked up the phone and called.

"Go." Yan Jianghe raised his chin and signaled Zhang Cong, "I'll go down later."

Zhang Cong didn't speak anymore, he glanced at Yan Jianghe, turned around and left.

Yan Jianghe saw that Zhong Ning hung up the phone, and said, "According to what we said earlier, he can't do the messy work of watching the scene."

"I know, I won't let him go to the disc bar on the second floor. Am I the one who harms young people?" Zhong Ning patted Yan Jianghe's shoulder, "Forget about the game hall. Let's go to the main office on the fourth floor, the small bar environment It’s not bad, and it’s not messy. Let him serve a drink, deliver a meal or something. Don’t let him work the night shift.”

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe nodded, "Anyway, take care of me."

"That's for sure. The person you stuffed in is precious to me."

Yan Jianghe scolded with a smile: "Get out."

"Let's go, let's talk downstairs, I'll buy you a drink." Zhong Ning smiled.

When Yan Jianghe and Zhong Ning went down the fourth floor, Zhang Cong was being brought by Xu Huai to familiarize himself with the kitchen.

"This kid seems to be good at cooking. Besides washing dishes, he should be able to do other things in the kitchen." Yan Jianghe said suddenly.

"That's good." Zhong Ning walked to the bar, reached out and knocked on the countertop twice, "Two cups..."

He turned his face and asked Yan Jianghe: "Are you driving?"

"Ah."

"Those two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice." After Zhong Ning ordered the boy at the bar, he dragged a chair and sat down, "Tell me, what's the situation, this unlucky boy doesn't give you peace of mind?"

"Worry?" Yan Jianghe snorted coldly, "I burned Gao Xiang for eight lifetimes before I met such a bastard."

Zhong Ning laughed: "There is so much resentment."

At this time, the bar is not considered to be open for business, there are no people, it is empty and quiet.The heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains cut off the light outside, and the dim halo of light swayed in the room, swinging in the low and frivolous cello melody.

Yan Jianghe sighed, squinting his eyes to look at Zhang Cong's distant back: "Fighting with people. No, it's just beating people. During the big class, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, I had a good time."

Orange juice is here.Zhong Ning pushed a cup to Yan Jianghe, picked up another cup and drank it himself: "It's amazing. What's the reason? In front of the whole school..."

He wrinkled his face: "It's quite a big trouble now."

"What's the matter, a group of turtles, all of them are chicken feathers." Yan Jianghe said dissatisfied, "It's really too beautiful to make trouble."

Yan Jianghe paused: "He won't go to school these days, so he'll stay here with you. You and Lao Xu can help me keep an eye on him, and don't let him fool around."

Yan Jianghe: "This unlucky guy usually doesn't do good things in school. Even if he doesn't persuade him to quit this time, he will probably record a serious demerit. His virtue is a nail in the sixth middle school. It's too annoying. I'm thinking about it. Transfer him to another school."

"So serious?" Zhong Ning was surprised. "Didn't you go to school and pay a sum of RMB to tell Zhang Cong to admit his mistake, and the two sides should coordinate well. It's not such an exaggeration."

Zhong Ning: "They're all kids with bigger farts. The school certainly doesn't want to make trouble, so it won't be..."

"That's right." Yan Jianghe interrupted, frowning, "I think the other party's mother's lungs are about to explode."

"..." Zhong Ning didn't say anything.He stared at Yan Jianghe for a while before saying, "Jiang He, what did you go to school for?"

His eyelids twitched, he rubbed his face, and said in a low voice, "I understand. You are going to protect the calf."

Yan Jiang and He Qing drank the orange juice, but did not agree.

Zhong Ning got angry when he saw Yan Jianghe's appearance. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and nodded Yan Jianghe: "Can you know the severity? You are really good at it. I really admire your bandit nature."

Yan Jianghe was very annoyed: "It's no use talking less."

"All right." Zhong Ning didn't bother to talk nonsense.He knows this bastard Yan Jianghe too well.It seems that there must be some twists and turns here, which made Zhang Cong suffer.

Don't look at Yan Jianghe who looks like an object on the surface, but in reality there is no need to judge people by their appearance, he is more domineering than anyone else.All in all, just one sentence - it is okay to bully others, but not to be bullied by others.

And Yan Jianghe is the best at being unreasonable. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention to the cause and effect when he does things, and he is a good hand out of context, especially when it comes to protecting his own people.

Zhong Ning also turned to look at Zhang Cong. He couldn't see clearly when the lights were off.Zhang Cong seemed to be talking to Xu Huai.The young man has broad shoulders and straight back, and his figure is upright.

——Yes, why does Yan Jiang feel sorry for this child.

"Then what are you going to do?" Zhong Ning asked again.

Yan Jianghe held the cup in his hand, and rubbed the wall of the cup with his fingertips: "I was thinking, no way... find Yun Lei."

"Who are you looking for?" Zhong Ning knocked his cup on the bar counter and almost stood up.

"What are you calling? You scared me to death." Yan Jianghe frowned.

"..." Zhong Ning took a sip of orange juice to calm himself down, and he figured it out, "It's true that Yun Lei is the most reliable person for this matter. The daughter of the Director of the Education Bureau can handle it well no matter what."

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue: "The main reason is that I don't have anyone around who can help me."

Zhong Ning grinned, thinking about it for a long time, and finally gave up: "Look at the environment of Azure, I am also difficult to get along with. If you want to talk about the police station, Lao Xu has acquaintances. But in terms of education... even if I come here, I am still a guest , I really don't have that kind of friendship."

"Well, I know." Yan Jianghe sighed, "That's why I thought about whether to find Yun Lei. Actually, as far as I am concerned, it's nothing."

"But it's hard to talk about Yun Lei's side." Zhong Ning continued, "Yun Lei definitely still has thoughts about you, you have always been clear about it, this time you have to find her to do things, you have to talk about it."

"Not at all." Yan Jianghe smiled, "I will make it clear to her, I will come to the place where I need to arrange, and I can give gifts or money. It is easy to deal with favors owed to her. Good wine, give it to her."

Zhong Ning got a headache when he heard it: "It's so businesslike."

He couldn't help giving a thumbs up to Yan Jianghe: "You are still ruthless. Master, you are invincible in the world if you let others down. If anyone fucking likes you, he really deserves it."

Yan Jianghe immediately pointed at him: "Shut up."

Zhong Ning quickly pursed his mouth and laughed.

But Yan Jianghe is not that kind of person.Zhong Ning turned his mind, and an idea popped into his mind.He wanted to glance at Zhang Cong again, but he couldn't find him. He didn't know where Zhang Cong was carried by Xu Huai again.

Zhong Ning asked: "Jiang He, is he making you feel bad like this?"

Of course he was referring to Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe frowned again, and didn't answer directly, but said: "You little bastard looks really uncomfortable."

"Oh my god." Zhong Ning exhaled, it seems that he was right, "This kid gave you some kind of ecstasy soup."

Zhong Ning: "It seems that after the old man leaves, are you really going to take care of him?"

"That's not the case. The old things are left alone with me, and the bank card is still in my pocket." Yan Jiang was so happy.

"You don't want to set the blame here. The old man definitely didn't mean that. He probably wanted you to hold the money and take care of it at the critical moment. Did you pick it up and raise it?" Zhong Ning picked up the cup and touched it on the Yan Jianghe cup. For a moment, "It takes a lot of time and money to raise a half-grown child now. Let me not say whether the old man's card is thick enough, let me ask you, can you move the old man's money?"

"What are you going to do with the money? Leave it to Zhang Cong?"

Yan Jianghe waved his hand: "Leave it to him, he can cry. Don't the old man always like to donate a little bit, and donate too, I will donate to the north and the south."

Zhong Ning: "..."

The old man asked Yan Jianghe to withdraw [-] yuan to buy a computer and mobile phone for Zhang Cong.There are [-] left, Yan Jianghe thought about it, [-] in the north and south are just right.

Zhong Ning rested his chin on his hand, and deliberately relaxed his tone: "It seems that I have to raise Zhang Cong's salary."

"That's good." Yan Jianghe said immediately, "More."

He also picked up the cup and knocked it on Zhong Ning's cup.

Both of them were happy, drank the orange juice, and said nothing more.

There's not much more to say.

From that day on, Zhang Cong went to Azure to work every day.The time comes according to the time of going to and from school.Work when you have work, and learn to work when you don't have work.A week later, Zhang Cong even knew how to make several cocktails.

Those ten temperate brown sugar cookies.Old Feng smiled and forcefully stuffed it halfway, why doesn't Yan Jiang like to eat that stuff.So nine and a half entered Zhang Cong's stomach.

The matter of Liu Enming should have been dealt with by Yan Jianghe.Zhang Cong never asked Yan Jianghe, nor did Yan Jianghe tell him.It's just that Yan Jianghe still didn't let Zhang Cong go to school.Zhang Cong didn't care either.Anyway, for him, it was never that important whether he could go to school or not.

The matter gradually calmed down and disappeared.They will never mention it again.Then something buried in Zhang Cong's heart.Some are gone, some are deeply rooted.

The New Year is early this year, and it will be a small year in a few days.The last snow at the end of the year fell on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, and the streets were wrapped in a thick layer of pure white, and the cold wind that rolled up also carried damp silver flakes.

Old Feng became even more out of shape.From skinny to even skinnier.

He has been very calm these days, lying on the bed all day long, not moving very much, and finally sucking the straw, and occasionally allowing Sister Yang to feed food into his mouth.

It's just that I don't know which nerve was pulled today.In the morning, Sister Yang was serving porridge in the kitchen, and he insisted on going to the bathroom by himself, but his legs were limp and circled, his left and right feet were skewed in pairs, and his head hit the concrete floor.

He terrified everyone.But it's okay.It's just that a large piece of bruise fell out of the old face on the left side.

I really can't rely on others.The urine jar was placed beside the bed, and Sister Yang was standing outside.Mr. Feng doesn't call anyone even if he doesn't use a urine pot, he deserves to be slapped in the face, it's pure misfortune.

Yan Jianghe raised one corner of his mouth at this, and the yin and yang were so angry that his mouth was full of embarrassment: "Thumb, twitch hard. Look at your leg, it's almost swollen into a water-filled bag, you press it and deflate it, and you pee on the ground, can you Can't you not talk nonsense?"

Old Feng shouted helplessly and could only stare at him.It's a pity that the old man's eyes were dim, and he couldn't stare at anything intimidating.

Yan Jianghe saw that Mr. Feng was powerless to retaliate, and he could not stop making excuses.

He looked at half of the presbyopic face under his eyelids, and said again: "It's winter, your old bones are already brittle, if something happens again, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Cong saw that Mr. Feng was starting to pant, so he had no choice but to push Yan Jianghe out of the room.

Why is Yan Jiang not happy with this push?Yan Jianghe stretched out his arms, put his hands on the door frame, and asked Zhang Cong, "Why are you pushing me?"

Zhang Cong leaned back against the door panel, one side was blocked by Yan Jianghe, and half a circle was in the middle.He looked up at Yan Jianghe's face, and found that one of his palms was still pressing on the other's chest.Yan Jianghe stayed in the room, relying on the heating to do his best, wearing only a thin woolen sweater on his upper body.

So Zhang Cong pressed the warmth of his palms, and he could still feel the rise and fall of Yan Jianghe's breathing.He withdrew his hand, feeling uncomfortable all over his body.

Zhang Cong frowned shortly, and his voice lost energy and was very low: "Say a few words less."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, turned sideways and walked away from the other side.

Yan Jianghe's nerves are used to being rough, and now he was scared by Feng Lao, and he didn't care about Zhang Cong's mood change. He snorted: "He can continue to be stubborn without saying a few words. I don't know how much I let people/worry."

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He poured a glass of water and was about to drink it when Yan Jianghe walked over. He scolded him for being thirsty and snatched it away, and said as it should, "Pour another glass."

Zhang Cong: "Oh."

Zhang Cong clenched his fingertips into his fist.Yan Jianghe ran into it just now.

Zhang Cong thought he had a strange disease.There are all kinds of problems in the world, his disease can be summed up, the scientific name is probably "Yan Jianghe allergic neuropathy".At present, it seems that there is no doctor for medicine and stone, and there is no precedent in the history of great doctors in psychiatry.As for the cause.Zhang Cong didn't know, or...he didn't know clearly.