no way

Yan Jianghe, who was outside, had rubbed Yan's colored contact lenses, and his temper was almost in full swing.His popularity comes and goes quickly.Coupled with the fact that the other party is Ning Hanghang who is crying, it is even more difficult to get angry.

Yan Jianghe put Yan Meitong back into the nest.The little beast's princess nest has been completely remodeled, and it will be replaced with a new one in summer.This time it became a basket made of bamboo and rattan, inside which was spread a small soft powder mat.

Yan Jianghe was still worried, so he took another step and approached Zhang Cong's door like a thief.He quietly turned the doorknob, stretched his neck and looked through the crack of the door.

It was very quiet inside and there was no sound. Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong sitting on the side, while Ning Hanghang was surprisingly honest, writing slowly with a pencil in his hand.

Yan Jianghe blinked, and suddenly heard Zhang Cong say: "Do you have a pencil sharpener? I'll sharpen your pencil, and the tip of your pen will be worn out."

Ning Hanghang nodded immediately, dangling his braids to get out his schoolbag, and handed the pencil sharpener and pencil to Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong took it and whittled it over and over again, and handed it to Ning Hanghang again after it was finished, pointing to the paper: "Here, the initials and finals are wrongly filled in. Take out the Chinese document and look at it yourself."

Ning Hanghang pursed his lips, but still lowered his head to pick up the Chinese documents.

Yan Jianghe watched with relish outside.At this time, Zhang Cong's eyes fell on the crack of the door, and he met his eyes.

Yan Jianghe could only push the door open: "..."

Zhang Cong asked, "What's wrong?"

When Ning Hanghang heard the sound, he immediately lowered his head, looking up at Yan Jianghe even if he was beaten to death.

Yan Jianghe felt that he still needed to quarrel with Ninghanghang for a while, so he stretched out his hand and pointed at the table casually: "Take an apple."

The apple he had eaten twice before was now on the table.Hearing what he said, Ning Hanghang's mouth became tighter.

Zhang Cong couldn't handle this kind of parental discord at all. He took the apple, walked to the door and handed it to Yan Jianghe: "Aren't you coming in?"

"No." Yan Jianghe whispered with a smile in his eyes, "Just leave her alone. You go teach her to correct the paper."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong stared at the smile in Yan Jianghe's eyes for a while, then turned and walked back.

Yan Jiang is irresistible to him.From Yan Jianghe's body, every minute and every second, he could steal what Zhang Cong dreamed of.Every move, even a breath, is what Zhang Cong yearns for.

He is like an ugly pest that grows wet in the dark. The species chooses to give him phototaxis, so he is born to run towards his light—to Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe left with an apple in his mouth, chewing it crunchy and sweet.Zhang Cong and Ning Hanghang continued to be bored in the room for 10 minutes, and finally finished correcting the 48-point tattered paper.

Ning Hanghang is young and can't handle things.After correcting the paper, he ran out to pounce on Yan Jianghe, rubbing against Yan Jianghe's chest.Yan Jianghe grinned, and the uncle and nephew turned their fight into friendship.

Ning Hang Hang said childishly: "Little uncle said, you don't like me when I cry."

"I like it, I like everything you do." Yan Jianghe coaxed the child, turned to look at Zhang Cong, who was putting a plate of freshly cut fruit on the coffee table, and at the same time listened to Yan Jianghe's words.

Zhang Cong knew he was doomed, but he didn't expect to be so successful.Yan Jianghe's way of coaxing Ninghanghang's doting, unexpectedly made him feel a little sour.

Zhang Cong touched a piece of orange from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, making his tongue sour and sweet.He wondered strangely: "How can Yan Jiang like me?"

Zhang Cong figured out what he was complaining about—Yan Jianghe definitely couldn't like the double-faced bastard he was now.

"I'll cook." Zhang Cong said, turning around and walking to the kitchen.He had to chop a few knives to fix the problem.

Zhang Cong turned into the kitchen, and Ning Hanghang yelled at Yan Jianghe with his fingertips: "Little uncle is so powerful, he can do everything."

The villain didn't dare to say anything - the little uncle spoke much more clearly than the uncle, and he didn't lose his temper.

Yan Jianghe glanced at the little girl, smiled, and threw a grape into Ning Hanghang's mouth: "That's right. Then you should learn more from my little uncle."

Ning Hanghang immediately laughed again.

Yan Jianghe leaned back on the sofa, raised his head and thought, Zhang Cong has really grown up.

Suffering children grow up even more overnight.Zhang Cong was no longer the brat who had a stomachache in his car and made a face.It's no longer a bastard who can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth, but only fights against him.He was no longer a rogue bastard lying sick on his bed, waiting to be beaten.

The young man's growth trajectory stretches and twists and turns, he travels through time and gets closer and closer to Yan Jianghe.Zhang Cong has become a "obedient" boy, and is becoming a reliable and down-to-earth man.

——The red roses that were crowded in the stairway at the beginning should now be in full bloom in the sun and wind and dew, always full of vitality.And the soil that bears them will no longer face collapse.

It's a pity that "people" are generally not searched for.Especially for Zhang Cong, who was born like a bastard, he couldn't help boasting.

Yan Jianghe felt that Zhang Cong had grown up and matured, and he stopped messing around with fancy shit, so Zhang Cong quickly pulled a big moth for him.

In fact, it was Yan Jianghe called Zhang Cong who caught the fluttering moth, but he didn't expect Zhang Cong to react so much.

Something happened in the hospital today.It's not too rare.Ordinary people who have no disease or disaster will be anxious, not to mention the hospital, which is full of disasters.

When Yan Jianghe made his rounds in the afternoon, he happened to run into a medical dispute.There is nothing earth-shattering in the plot, and this matter depends on a little nurse.

The little nurse is not very old, she just graduated this year and is a newcomer.When she was changing the patient's suspension bottle, she accidentally took the wrong bottle, and almost knocked out the injection needles of the two patients.Although there is no real typo, but the name of the medicine bottle does not match. It was discovered by the patient's family members, so it must not be allowed to be closed.

One of them was an old lady in her 70s. Her daughter was nearly [-] years old, and she was stuck in the menopause.She drew lots and refused to let it go, no matter what, it was useless, and she didn't go to the dean's office to explain in detail, she insisted on grabbing the little nurse and not letting go.

The little nurse was inexperienced and inexperienced, so she was so frightened that she cried on the spot.She was out of breath from crying, sobbing, and saying "I'm sorry" was like squeezing toothpaste.

The old lady's daughter looked down on her even more, and slapped her in the face with her purse, and the ward was filled with smog in an instant.

Yan Jianghe was close, so he hurried over to give him a hand, but the other party couldn't pull him back, and his temper became even stronger. Before he could reason, he got hit by a high-heeled shoe on his leg.

Why can't Yan Jiang fight with the patient's family members? Pushing and shoving, he couldn't understand, and the little nurse cried even harder.

But within 2 minutes, the old lady's daughter came over with an IV stand.Yan Jianghe protected the little nurse to dodge, accidentally tripped and knocked down the thermos pot by the wall.He staggered and almost sat on the ground. Subconsciously, he punched his hand over, a little too inch, and his palm fell into the shattered liner of the thermos.

Yan Jianghe's palms immediately began to bleed, and the cuffs of his white coat turned red.He said sharply: "Can you all be quiet? What's the use of being noisy? What if the patient has a problem again?"

The woman who was going straight up turned her head away when she was hit by three sonorous question marks. She glanced at her mother who was covering her chest on the bed, and immediately became dumb.

Everyone calmed down after seeing the blood, and finally the dean came forward in person and took a few people to the office.

How to proceed with this matter is a matter between the hospital and the patient's family, and it has nothing to do with Yan Jianghe if he wants to pay compensation or sue.But Yan Jianghe hurt his hand, and it was not convenient to drive home after wrapping it up, so he sent a message to Zhang Cong, asking Zhang Cong to come to the hospital to pick him up after school.

Yan Jianghe asked Zhang Cong to come after school, but he didn't expect Zhang Cong to arrive within half an hour after receiving the news.

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong at the door.Zhang Cong's chest was still heaving irregularly because of running the stairs.

"Didn't you tell me to pick me up after school?" Yan Jianghe frowned, "Why are you here now? Did you skip class?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak. With a gloomy face, he walked over and stared at Yan Jianghe's hand without blinking. Fortunately, it was not serious: "What's going on? Who did it?"

——If it’s not serious, so what?

"Ah?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback.Originally, according to his temperament, he should be too lazy to answer Zhang Cong's inquisition at this moment.

But Zhang Cong was standing in front of him at the moment, with a dilapidated haze hidden between his brows by the broken hair.Yan Jianghe subconsciously began to explain: "The patient's family had a conflict with the nurse. I stopped him and accidentally fell."

"Where did you fall?" Zhang Cong asked again.

"The thermos. The thermos is broken, and my hand hit it."

Zhang Cong's bullshit logically got through: "So, it was the patient's family and the nurse who made trouble, and you were injured."

"I just accidentally..." Yan Jianghe paused, unable to continue.He suddenly realized that Zhang Cong's tone was not right.

"..." Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Cong, "Zhang Cong, what are you trying to do with your bastard tone?"

Zhang Cong didn't answer, he took out a lollipop from his pocket and ate it, with a sweet taste in his mouth: "I'm going to the toilet."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out without looking back.Yan Jianghe's heart skipped a beat.He suddenly remembered inexplicably the night he met Zhang Cong for the first time.Zhang Cong straddled the Azure stairs with a look of impatience and ruthlessness.

Through the gap of time, some long-lost things appeared in Yan Jianghe's eyes.

"Little bastard." Yan Jianghe cursed immediately. With his other uninjured hand, he grabbed Zhang Cong's collar and pulled it in. He kicked the door of the consulting room shut.

Zhang Cong was pushed back a few steps by Yan Jianghe, his back smashed against the white wall to rub dust, and the lollipop he was holding in his mouth fell from his teeth and shattered into pieces.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Jianghe pointed at Zhang Congjian, tried his best to control the volume, and growled, "You bastard, the dog's paws have grown, and he ran to the hospital to play wild?"

He was full of anger, and sprayed out one after another: "Dogs can't stop eating shit. Go to the toilet? Do you need to put on such a face that deserves to be punched to go to the toilet?"

Yan Jianghe: "I'm still weighing myself a few catties, looking for something to do, right?"

At this moment, Zhang Cong seemed to have been hit by a bag of hard ice all over his head. His brain was so cold that he was not even shivering.

He was studying at school, and his phone suddenly vibrated a few times against his trouser pocket.Zhang Cong took it out to look, and saw the news that Yan Jianghe was injured.

He almost lost his soul on the spot, stood up and ran outside without taking his schoolbag.He didn't come back when he saw Yan Jianghe, staring at the snow-white gauze, thinking in a confused way: "What is the wound here like? Does it hurt? How much blood did it bleed? Will there be a scar?"

Yan Jiang He Haoduan stood in front of him, he knew it was not serious, and he knew that he was making a fuss and making a fuss out of a molehill.But who made Yan Jianghe his everything. ——By the way, Yan Jianghe is everything.

Some taints exist forever in Zhang Cong's flesh and blood, such as his bad nature.Zhang Cong really didn't suppress it, causing those troublesome bastards to turn upside down again.

But facing Yan Jianghe at this time, he couldn't deny that he didn't go to the toilet just now - he was indeed going to fool around childishly and disgustingly again.

Zhang Cong didn't like this the most.Because Yan Jiang would be angry.

The two stood facing each other, and there was no movement for a while.In the end, Zhang Cong disarmed first.

Zhang Cong's hands clenched a pair of fists, and he realized that since Yan Jianghe opened his mouth to scold him, his palms were sweating, and they were also wet now.

Zhang Cong walked over and forced his brain to wake up.He subconsciously pulled Yan Jianghe's injured hand, and called out dryly, "Brother."

Yan Jianghe was still angry, and shook Zhang Cong's hand away forcefully: "Get out."

Zhang Cong still stared at the white gauze on Yan Jianghe's hand, and quickly grabbed Yan Jianghe's wrist.Zhang Cong's hands are steady and strong.He didn't wait for Yan Jianghe to do anything else, but he roared angrily: "What are you swaying about!"

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe was dumbfounded by Zhang Cong's howl.Zhang Cong had never spoken to him so loudly before.Even if they didn't deal with it at first, Zhang Cong never yelled at him like that.

After Zhang Cong finished yelling, his lips trembled twice.He breathed out from the bottom of his lungs, lowered his voice, and said, "Be gentle."