no way

Zhang Cong didn't tell Yan Jianghe that he was going to the hospital to pick him up.He even did a little work to smooth out his behavior.

Zhang Cong went to a pastry shop near Dayi Street to buy a walnut cake in advance.

If this person has a crooked mind and twists his brain, his IQ can be activated twice as fast as usual, and he can basically use all kinds of excuses for searching.Zhang Cong remembered that Tang Fuxing's meat gyro was addicted to sweetness, and he especially liked the walnut crisps from this store near Dayi. There is no semicolon in the city.So I decided to pull it out and use it.

So Zhang Cong took the walnut cake into the hospital, came to the chest surgery department, and walked in along the straight corridor.

Hospitals are always an unpleasant place.Whether busy or quiet, people are not very comfortable.

There were not many people coming and going at this time, and the corridor was a little empty, with a few people passing by sparsely.Zhang Cong lowered his eyelashes, stared at the white light falling from his toes, and stopped at the door of Yan Jianghe's consulting room.

The door is ajar.Zhang Cong leaned against the door, gently looking in through the crack of the door.He could see half of Yan Jianghe's face.

Yan Jianghe stared at the computer in front of him, as if he was looking at something.

Zhang Cong didn't knock on the door or make a sound, just stood there and watched quietly.Because of the distance, he couldn't see Yan Jianghe's expression clearly, but the facial features were ambiguous in his eyes, suppressing his soul and shaking his sanity.

——Peeping Tom should be like him.

"Hello, are you looking for Dr. Yan?" Someone suddenly spoke in Zhang Cong's ear.

Zhang Cong snapped back to his senses, turned to look, it was a little nurse.

The little nurse was stunned: "Why don't you go in? Dr. Yan is inside."

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Who? Come in." Yan Jianghe heard the voice outside and called out from inside.

Zhang Cong could only end the peeping.He nodded to the little nurse, turned and opened the door.

When Zhang Cong closed the door and entered the house, Yan Jianghe was obviously stunned: "Zhang Cong?"

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong: "Why are you here? What happened?"

"No." Zhang Cong naturally walked up to Yan Jianghe and stopped, and began the so-called "explanation", "Tang Fuxing had a set of English review booklets with me before, and he was in a hurry, so I went back to get them and sent him a set of them." trip."

Zhang Cong lifted up the walnut cake in his hand: "He said he wanted to eat walnut cake, and he wanted to buy it. The store was on the street of Dayi, and it happened to be in the middle of the distance. I made an appointment at the pastry shop to give him a review book."

Zhang Cong: "I've come all the time, and it's raining again, so I thought I'd drop by to see if you got off work."

"It's a coincidence." Yan Jianghe smiled, with his rough brain, he would not doubt it at all.

Yan Jianghe turned his gaze back to the computer screen: "Sit down and wait a while, I'm watching a video of a thoracoscopy operation, and I'll leave immediately after watching it."

"Hmm. Would you like one? It's delicious, and I bought some with Tang Fuxing." Zhang Cong was referring to the walnut cake.

"Eat after watching." Yan Jianghe said, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Zhang Cong didn't say anything more.He put aside and sat down, took out a piece of walnut cake and ate it quietly.Yan Jianghe was engrossed in watching the surgery video, and Zhang Cong watched Yan Jianghe secretly.

Why did Yan Jiang deserve to be missed so much.It was difficult for him to fortify Zhang Cong, and he had no awareness.Otherwise, even if Yan Jiang could think a little more, he would understand if he turned his face and looked at Zhang Cong now.

——Zhang Cong was wronged by Tang Fuxing, and he blocked the gun with walnut cakes.Now that he was able to get closer, the way he stared at Yan Jianghe was simply evil.The paired eyes are lingering and dark, and the things contained in them are too explicit, and it is frightening to take them out.

Once a person with nothing wants something, he will bury his obsession and try to burn his nest.That's a torpedo, and it makes people jump if it gets wet or not.

It didn't take long for Yan Jianghe to finish watching the video. He rubbed his eyes and turned off the computer.

Zhang Cong stuffed the remaining half of the walnut cake into his mouth, and quickly lowered his eyelids.

"Okay, let's go." Yan Jianghe stood up and stretched his waist.

Zhang Cong took out another walnut cake from the bag and handed it over.Yan Jianghe was arranging the cases on the table with both hands, and had no time to separate himself, so he tilted his head and took the walnut cake from Zhang Cong's hand.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He can twist the fork into a nine-pin twist.Just now, without changing his face, he made up a reason for himself to come to Yan Jianghe. It was just that Yan Jianghe ate a walnut cake with his hands, and he seemed innocently unlike him again in a trance.

Poor index finger and thumb jerked violently.Zhang Cong couldn't understand these two trembling things, so he quickly rubbed his upper fingertips twice, and complained to Yan Jianghe in his heart: "You bloody bastard."

The bastard also gave a comment: "Well, sweet and crisp. Delicious."

"..." Zhang Cong closed his eyes, feeling that he was done.

"Let's go." Yan Jianghe picked up one coat and put it on.He had no self-knowledge in his hands, a pair of cheap ruffians, and went to grab Zhang Cong's coat and pinch it, "It's raining and I didn't change into a thick one, button it up."

"..." Zhang Cong said in a muffled voice while buttoning his buttons, "It's not raining, and it's not cold."

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything to him, and the two walked out of the hospital together.

The rain is really not heavy, it is pattering and sparse.From the entrance of the hospital to the place where Yan Jianghe parked, the umbrella didn't wait for the tide.Zhang Cong also knew that it was superfluous for him to come to pick up people, otherwise he wouldn't have to make up things.

But he just wanted to see Yan Jianghe immediately, he just wanted to come.That's all there is to being obsessed.

Yan Jianghe got into the car and rubbed his eyes again.He sighed and frowned.

"Tired?" Zhang Cong asked.

"Yeah. I'm a little tired." Yan Jianghe sighed, "It's okay, I'll drive slowly."

Zhang Cong didn't speak.Some things are clearer than imagined.Like a watershed, a ravine runs between them.Not only the gender and the gloom of Zhang Cong himself, but also the eleven years they have never met.

Not to mention that Zhang Cong didn't dare to reach out and hug the person next to him.At this moment, he doesn't even know how to answer Yan Jianghe's words.

Perhaps Zhang Cong not only wanted to grow up quickly, he also wanted to be born 11 years earlier.

He was more deeply afraid of his childish and incompetent heart. ——Yan Jianghe will always have a place that he can't reach.He deserved to stop here.

Yan Jianghe drove the car out, the rain and fog outside the car window were dark, and the wipers swung slowly and regularly.

While waiting for the red light, Yan Jianghe suddenly turned to Zhang Cong and said, "Go and get a driver's license."

Zhang Cong froze for a moment, met Yan Jianghe's gaze, and crushed a piece of walnut cake in the bag: "Testing for a driver's license?"

"Well, learn to drive, go and take a test."

When the light turned green, Yan Jianghe continued to drive forward, and blinked his sore eyes vigorously: "The hospital is busy, and I am very tired from work. Sometimes I work night shifts or something, and my eyes are sore when I come out, and my mind is not so clear."

Yan Jianghe: "Anyway, you have to learn sooner or later. You learn it quickly, and you can drive to pick me up when you are free."

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe in a daze, but didn't immediately respond.

How else could Yan Jiang commit crimes?The distance between them, where Zhang Cong couldn't touch, had Yan Jianghe handing over the ladder.

Zhang Cong knew that he was young, and that he could only mess around and become crazy.Yan Jianghe pointed out a clear path for him.

"The day after tomorrow happens to be the weekend. Tell Boss Zhong that you have less time to work part-time at Azure and learn to drive. But you must spend more time in the studio." Yan Jianghe is always unreasonable and will not discuss with Zhang Cong at all, so he hit the board directly .

"Okay." Zhang Cong leaned back on the back of the chair, pressing his upper and lower lips deliberately to prevent the corners of his mouth from curling up.

Why did Yan Jiang force him so much, can he steal more secretly?

With the unbearable purpose of unraveling the veil, overthrowing the repressed soil in his heart, and gradually becoming clearer, Zhang Cong thought: "Is there anything else I can do? I want to do everything. The more I do, the more I will slowly become Yan Jianghe." habit."

——Finally, he wants to position himself in Yan Jianghe's life.

If you can figure it out slowly...so that Yan Jianghe can't leave him, then is he okay...

After all, Zhang Cong is a bastard, a proper wolf with a big tail, he can't pretend to be a good thing, and he can't force him to be pure-hearted and ascetic.Concentrating on cultivating is a joke to him, and deceiving himself and others is not qualified.His thoughts and feelings of boiling frogs in warm water are nothing more than pouring insanity on his body, tarnishing the word "secret love".

When he got home, Yan Jianghe didn't cheer up either.He was indeed tired, so he took off his coat and put it on the sofa.Yan Jianghe raised his head, pressed the back of his head against the back of the sofa, and started rubbing his eyes again.

"What's wrong with your eyes? Don't rub them all the time." Zhang Cong walked over and pushed Yan Jianghe's hand.

Yan Jianghe looked up at him backwards: "It's a little sore. I guess it's because I've been watching the surgery video for a long time."

Zhang Cong looked down and saw the bloodshot eyes of Yan Jianghe.He pondered for a while, then turned around and went to the kitchen to turn on the stove again, then went to the bathroom to wash a hot towel and wring it out.

When Zhang Cong came out with the towel, Yan Jianghe was already closing his eyes and resting his mind. Yan Meitong was lying on his knees, and he was yawning with his cat's mouth open, curling his pink tongue.

Zhang Cong's eyes were dim, he stood behind Yan Jianghe and asked again: "Are you sleepy?"

"No, rest for a while." Yan Jianghe responded.

Zhang Cong's gaze swept across Yan Jianghe's forehead and fell on his lips.Then Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, lowered his head and touched a soft kiss on the hot towel in his hand.

Yan Jianghe closed his eyes and didn't see it, but Yan Meitong stepped on Yan Jianghe's thigh and turned his butt, his beautiful big eyes stared straight at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong doesn't care about being spotted by a cat, he has the ability to make it speak human language and inform.

Zhang Cong's lips left the hot towel.He took another step forward, and put the towel he just kissed on Yan Jianghe's eyes, warm and warm: "Use a hot towel to apply."

"Hey, comfortable." Yan Jianghe immediately sighed, quite satisfied.

Yan Meitong tilted her head, and the pair looked at Yan Jianghe and Zhang Cong.I don't know if it's because of Zhang Cong's bad intentions, but for no reason, he feels that Yan Meitong's eyeballs seem to widen even more.But Zhang Congquan thought it was a beautiful blind man, and used it to show off.

Zhang Cong's bastard tricks are really quite a lot, and he relies on these little tricks to do evil and satisfy himself all day long.What a pervert.

"What smells so good? What are you doing in the kitchen?" Yan Jianghe asked while holding the hot towel kissed by Zhang Cong when he smelled the fragrance.

"Winter melon soup." Zhang Cong said, "Drink some later, I'll cook something else."

"It's really worry-free to have Zhang Congcong at home." Yan Jianghe pressed his palm on the towel, and his palm immediately felt the wet heat.

Zhang Cong: "..."

This comfortable feeling made Yan Jianghe relax.He took a breath in his lungs, and spoke naturally and logically: "Today's operation failed. The patient was still a primary school student, so he died on the operating table."

Zhang Cong and Yan Meitong met their gazes. He leaned his elbows lightly on the top of the sofa back, brushed his arm past Yan Jianghe's ear, and stretched out three fingers to scratch Yan Meitong's head.

Yan Meitong's hair was scratched, she made a coquettish voice, and meowed coquettishly and pretentiously.

Zhang Cong's voice was soft and deep: "Brother, you are in a bad mood."