no way

This year, when the autumn wind was cool, Yan Meitong finally didn't have to pretend to be a eunuch anymore. She became a real "eunuch". According to Yan Jianghe's instructions, she was sent to the pet hospital for neutering by Zhang Conghe.

It should be the debt of depriving the cat's eggs, and Yan Jianghe was punished immediately, and he caught a cold all over.He asked for leave to rest at home for three days and enjoyed a lazy life for three days.

The last day of Yan Jianghe's vacation to catch a cold is Saturday.Zhang Cong specifically asked for leave from the studio, and told Zhong Ning that he could not work in Azure—the reason was naturally that Yan Jianghe was ill.

Zhong Ning heard that there would be no reason not to allow Zhang Cong to lie in the future.However, he knew the truth of the burial and Zhang Cong's wicked thoughts, so it was hard not to feel a headache.

So Zhong Ning called Yan Jianghe in the name of visiting a doctor, cared for Yan Jianghe twice, and finally said earnestly: "Jianghe, don't be blind all day long."

Yan Jianghe on the other end of the phone was stunned, and asked back, "Why are you blind?"

"..." Zhong Ning could only sigh, and hung up the phone. ——He can only remind this.He really hoped that Yan Jianghe could save a few words about Lao Tzu and relieve the burden on his ears.

In this way, Yan Jianghe was even more confused, he threw the phone on the coffee table, and scolded Zhong Ning with a smile: "You're crazy."

"What's crazy?" Ning Hanghang suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Today, Zhou Qian and his wife are busy working overtime, and there is no one to take care of Ninghanghang.Originally, I wanted to say that I would send it to Ning Hang Hang to my grandparents, or to send it to Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao.But Ning Hanghang is a smart person, when he heard that Yan Jianghe was ill, he screamed and yelled, tearing up, and put on a virtue of "not giving up when he doesn't see his uncle".

Zhou Qian was so troubled by her that she couldn't laugh or cry, and asked about Yan Jianghe's situation.Knowing that Yan Jianghe was almost in good health, he simply packed Ninghanghang and sent him there to avoid disasters.

At this moment, Yan Jianghe looked at Ning Hanghang who was opposite him, and then at Yan Meitong who was in Ning Hanghang's arms.

Not long after Yan Meitong lost a pair of balls, she now wears an Elizabethan collar around her neck, lying on Ning Hanghang's body to lose energy, and squirms and sarcastes.

Yan Jianghe raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Yan Meitong is crazy."

Yan Jianghe said nonsense to the bear child: "Don't hold it, it will be infected."

Ning Hanghang didn't fall for it, she stood upright and said with a small face: "Neuropathy is not contagious. Uncle's cold is contagious."

"Oh, you're fine." Yan Jiang was overjoyed, and raised his hand to pick up Ning Hang Hang's schoolbag.She has only been in elementary school for a few days, and she already has homework on weekends.

The schoolbags of primary school students are not light and light.Yan Jianghe opened it and looked inside, feeling that it should not be underestimated. He thought of the pile of papers and exercise books on Zhang Cong's desk, and couldn't help muttering: "The education system is crazy."

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue and threw his schoolbag beside Ninghanghang's lap: "Put down Yan Meitong, and hurry up to do your homework."

Ning Hanghang rolled his eyes to look at Yan Jianghe, he could only curl his lips and make a milky sound of "Oh", and got up and put Yan Meitong on the ground.

"Go and write in your little uncle's room." Yan Jianghe pointed to Zhang Cong's room.

He is used to speaking at home, and his posture is equivalent to shouting five and drinking six.Even though Zhang Cong himself is buying vegetables in the vegetable market at the moment and is not at home, he can also send Ning Hang Hang Fa directly.

Take a step back and talk, even if Zhang Cong is here, Yan Jianghe doesn't need to ask for any opinions-it is impossible to disagree with Zhang Cong's habitual behavior.

Ning Hanghang had no choice but to say goodbye to Yan Meitong.She touched Yan Meitong's head, quickly stretched her two slender legs, pulled her schoolbag and stuck out her tongue at Yan Jianghe a few times, and got into Zhang Cong's room.

It's a pity that Yan Jianghe couldn't stop sending the girl film away.Ning Hanghang poked his head out of Zhang Cong's door within 5 minutes: "Uncle, I don't know."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

The corners of Yan Jianghe's eyes twitched, he stood up, and had no choice but to go over and take a look, because he wanted to see how stupid Ninghanghang was.

Yan Jianghe held an apple in his left hand, dragged a stool from the kitchen with his right hand, and wandered into Zhang Cong's room.He hasn't been in for a while.Zhang Cong's desk was very clean, except for a stack of papers on the left and a stack of exercise books on the right.

Yan Jianghe put down the stool by the table, staring blankly.He thought about the things Zhang Cong wrote, each of which was thin paper, but after the college entrance examination, when stacked, they might be higher than the roof of the house.

——Sure enough, Zhang Cong is not a human being.

"Where it won't be, let me see." Yan Jianghe sat down and squinted at Ning Hanghang's first-grade arithmetic problem.

Yan Jianghe reached out and tapped, took a pen, and told Ning Hanghang about it.After he finished speaking, he asked, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Ning Hanghang nodded.

"Then you do it." Yan Jianghe began to gnaw on the apple, and looked aside again.Facing his face is the stack of papers.

Yan Jianghe couldn't control his tut-tsk again, he put down the apple and stretched out his hand to pick it up, and was aroused by the beautiful English font on the test paper. ——A dexterous person really makes everything look good.

Yan Jianghe pawed and pulled a few more times, but he couldn't move anymore.No matter how beautiful Zhang Cong's handwriting is, he can't stand it.The annotations and notes on some of the science papers were densely written, and they all showed him trysophobia.

"My God." Yan Jiang couldn't bear to look directly at him, and was about to sort the paper back to its original form when his hand suddenly paused again.

Yan Jianghe saw a pink sharp corner.Looked like envelopes or something.

Yan Jianghe pulled the envelope out.The letter hadn't been opened yet, and Zhang Cong didn't read it.But the envelope said "To Zhang Cong", and a red heart was drawn on the back.

The font is elegant, sleek and well-behaved.At a glance, I knew it was written by a little girl.This letter doesn't need to be opened to read at all, I think it's a love letter.

Private letters are a secret, but Zhang Cong didn't open them, so Yan Jianghe naturally didn't bother to open them.It's just that he flicked the love letter on the stack of papers, and said in his mouth: "If you don't study hard, you will know nonsense."

What he said was nonsense.Let’s not talk about Zhang Cong’s stack of papers and stacks of books, how “study hard”, let’s talk about love letters.When Yan Jianghe was on the [-]th/[-]th, he didn't talk about receiving love letters, he even wrote love letters.In terms of "chattering", he can chatter far more than Zhang Cong, and even dragged Yun Lei home to see his parents.

After all, he is a typical example of being lenient to himself and strict with others.

"What light?" There is no mouth that Ning Hanghang can't get in.

"Eggs, goose eggs, salted duck eggs." Yan Jianghe answered casually.If Zhou Pingnan had heard that he and Ning Hanghang were so careless, he would have flown over without a trace.

Ning Hanghang nodded, with a look of comprehension: "Is the word 'egg' a word?"

"..." Yan Jianghe began to deeply sympathize with Zhou Qian and his wife, "If you have any homework left, finish it quickly."

Ning Hanghang rolled his eyes and whispered, "There is still a paper to be corrected."

"Paper? Did you take the exam?" Yan Jianghe asked.

"Hmm..." Ning Hanghang had no choice but to regret being honest. She should have said that she didn't have homework just now.

"Take it out and let me see." Yan Jianghe asked her as expected.

Ning Hanghang pouted and took out his schoolbag, and took out a crumpled paper.Yan Jianghe unfolded it and took a look. Before he could criticize her for how a girl messed up the paper so badly, he immediately got angry when he saw the grades marked with red pen on the head of the paper.

Yan Jianghe shook the paper in disbelief: "Ning Hang Hang, you got 48 points in Chinese?"

Ninghanghang hummed twice, and then whispered: "The teacher said that the parents should sign, uncle, please sign for me, don't tell my mother."

"..." Yan Jianghe snorted coldly, "You have a good idea. Correct the paper for me now!"

"..."

Yan Jianghe taught his unlucky daughter Dan'er a lesson at home, but Zhang Cong just emerged from the vegetable market.In his hand there are big bags and small bags, but he still walks very fast.

Zhang Cong went straight to Yan Jianghe's car.He came out in Yan Jianghe's car.Because I have to go to Chongtianxia to pick up Yan Laicai.

In the morning, he ran errands to take Yan Laicai to take a bath, which should be finished by now.Yan Jianghe originally did all the work of paying the bills and picking up the dog, but now it has become Zhang Cong's livelihood.

Zhang Cong threw the vegetable and meat bag in his hand into the car, and drove straight to Chongtianxia.

He went in and greeted Aunt Yu, threw out Yan Jianghe's VIP gold card, and took Yan Laicai from Tang Fuxing.

Yan Laicai was already very familiar with Zhang Cong, and when he saw Zhang Cong, he started rubbing it, deforming the dog hair that had just been blown on his head.

Tang Fuxing collected the money, turned his face to look at Zhang Cong, and was a little dazed by the harmony of this person and dog.

I still remember that last winter, when Yan Jianghe took Yan Laicai to take a bath, Zhang Cong didn't behave like this when he ran into him.The pores of his whole body didn't wait to see Yan Jianghe, looking at his posture, he wanted to break the water pipe of the toilet and smash it.

But it's different now.Tang Fuxing felt that the fear of Zhang Cong in his heart gradually disappeared.Now put on Zhang Cong, the hostility can hardly be found.

"I'm going first." Zhang Cong said.

"Ah, let's go." Tang Fuxing glanced out, "You came here in Brother Yan's car."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong pinched the car key in his hand, and walked out with Yan Laicai in his arms.

Tang Fuxing looked at Zhang Cong's back, saw him go out, get into the car, light the fire and leave.In the end, Tang Fuxing repeated a sentence in his heart: "Fortunately, there is Brother Yan."

Zhang Cong first delivered Yan Laicai to Zhou Pingnan, and Zhou Pingnan stuffed him with food.When he returned home with his left and right hands full of packages, before he could call Yan Jianghe, he heard Yan Jianghe complain impatiently: "Can't write yet? It's been three times."

And this sound seems to come from his room?

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong quickly put down his things and walked into the room quickly. He saw Yan Jianghe and Ning Hanghang at his table.

Yan Jianghe was obviously impatient.But Ninghang Hangdu retorted at him: "I still can't, uncle didn't make it clear."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe raised his brows, unable to let go of his anger, and tried his best to be amiable: "What do you want me to say in Chinese and Chinese Pinyin? You got 48 points in the test, you are reasonable, right?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

If teachers all over the world taught children this way, the Education Bureau would have been fired long ago.

Zhang Cong walked over: "What's wrong?"

Yan Jianghe couldn't be more pleasing to Zhang Cong at this moment.He quickly put the pen in his hand into Zhang Cong's hand: "Xueba, save the child quickly."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong lowered his head and scanned his eyes, not only seeing Ning Hang Hang's finished paper, but also the love letter on the bright side.

Zhang Cong looked away, and his dark pupils moved: "Changing the paper?"

Ning Hanghang howled immediately, and slapped the table with a small slap, complaining angrily and aggrievedly: "I won't change it!"

Yan Jianghe finally couldn't take it anymore: "Say it again? You're so used to it."

After he finished cursing, Ning Hang Hang faced the difficulties even more, shaking his head and turning his corner: "I don't, I don't, I don't!"

"You're not finished, are you?" Yan Jianghe felt that he was going to get this little bastard out and give him a spanking.

He was about to roll up his sleeves when Zhang Cong suddenly pushed him: "I'll teach her, you go out first."

"Teach me a fart." Yan Jianghe glared at Zhang Cong, then pointed at Ning Hanghang, "She..."

"You just have a cold, go and rest, I'll teach her." Zhang Cong said and pushed Yan Jianghe away.

With both palms on Yan Jianghe's back, he could feel the muscles pulled by Yan Jianghe's movements and breathing, as well as a pair of butterfly bones on his back, moving in Zhang Cong's palms, as if he was about to spread his wings and fly away.

Subconsciously, Zhang Cong pressed hard, pressing Yan Jianghe's back to become stronger, and directly pushed Yan Jianghe to the door: "Don't mess with her."

——He has to push Yan Jianghe out quickly, or else he will fall ill face to face if he fails to keep it clean.

"..." Yan Jianghe turned his head to take a look, and found that Ning Hanghang was sitting there without saying a word, and he had already started to cry.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

After all, he really loves Ning Hanghang, he can't see her cry.But Ning Hanghang's unlucky appearance should indeed be scolded, and he couldn't immediately turn back to coax him.

Yan Jianghe sighed, thinking that today's children are evil: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

After he finished speaking, he went out of the room, grabbed Yan Meitong who was listless and pretended to moan/groan, and closed the cat's head to relieve his anger.

Zhang Cong in the room took out two tissues and handed them to Ning Hanghang: "Wipe."

Ning Hanghang glanced at Zhang Cong, hummed softly, and took a tissue to wipe his nose and tears.

Zhang Cong was confused, and his eyes fell on the pink book on the table again.

This is not the first time Zhang Cong has received love letters.I don't know who stuffed this letter into his schoolbag.He gave Yan Jianghe his heart, liver and lungs, so naturally he didn't take it seriously.

He has never been an empathetic, respectful and cherished thing.The feelings of others are wasted to him, and should be fed to the dogs.

Zhang Cong took out the letter from his bag at that time, but without reading it, he just put it aside and continued working on the paper.He turned around and didn't bother to clean up.Yan Jianghe found out whoever made his dream come true.

Ning Hang Hang next to him groaned and groaned, tired of crying, lying down on the table to be a rascal.Zhang Cong didn't have any skills, so he could only sit on one side and comforted him lamely: "Don't cry, cry again..."

What's wrong with crying again?

Zhang Cong broke the words and couldn't catch up.He couldn't help looking at the love letter again.This is definitely the love letter Zhang Cong has received, the one he has read the most times.Zhang Cong thought: "You have seen it all, so can't you ask me a question?"

But he knew why Yan Jiang wouldn't ask.When Yan Jianghe found out, he definitely didn't take it seriously.At most, I laughed and joked a few words in my heart.

Ning Hanghang was still humming by his side.Zhang Cong was annoyed, his brain must have been touched by a ghost, and he didn't know who he was satirizing, so he continued to say hysteria to Ninghanghang: "Why doesn't Yan Jiang like you?"

Ning Hanghang was taken aback, and the crying stopped abruptly.She hesitated for a moment, wiped her face, and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle likes me, little uncle is talking nonsense."

Zhang Cong: "..."

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Yan Jianghe: Let me ask you, what can you do?

Zhang Cong: I can show my loyalty.I can say that I am not happy to watch anyone.

Yan Jianghe: ...