canary dressed as a disabled villain

Early the next morning, Zhuang Jianning fell asleep on his side, and when he woke up, before he opened his eyes, he keenly noticed something was wrong.

His whole body was sore and limp, numb and swollen, and the feeling of incomparable fullness caused all kinds of sounds and images that made him unbearable to look at suddenly flashed in his mind.

... In this life, I have no face to open my eyes and look in the mirror again.

He took away the arms that were tightly hugging him, and propped up his upper body with his elbows. The numbness became even worse. He let out a short hiss, and before he could move forward, he was suddenly embraced by the person behind arms.

Fuller and higher.

"Ah!" Zhuang Jianning exclaimed, her voice hoarse.

He covered his face in shame and indignation, but He Zhuo didn't let him go.

Gently kissing the back of his ear, the lazy and sexy voice drilled into the ear from the morning, "Drink some water? It has been screaming since yesterday afternoon until night, and it is so loud."

"Hey!" Zhuang Jianning turned his head to the side, hammered him with his weak arm, and said angrily, "Why are you so bad."

In the wet and beautiful peach blossom eyes, three points were wronged, three points were innocent and four points were blamed. He Zhuo's heart trembled, and he held his face with his big hands, raised his head, and couldn't help but want to kiss him.

Zhuang Jianning was already wondering what happened from yesterday afternoon to night, and fell asleep soundly, why suddenly it seemed like he had taken ecstasy.

Shaking her head and refusing to kiss him, her face flushed, "You go out."

"It hasn't woken up yet, so it can't get out." He Zhuo moved.

"Old rascal... um..." The young man couldn't resist the reaction when he got up in the morning, but He Zhuo was so strong, the two had a quarrel for a while, and Zhuang Jianning fell into a lingering wet kiss.

Suddenly there was a "buzzing" vibrating sound from the pillow, and when he heard the phone ringing, and he was too tired from twisting his neck and kissing, he pushed He Zhuo away.

Regardless of He Zhuo still making trouble behind him, Zhuang Jianning touched the phone and saw Chen Mo's call on the screen. He was hesitating whether to answer it or not, so he stretched out a hand from behind and quickly pressed the answer button.

"Jianning, you have answered the phone. Where are you and what are you doing?" Chen Mo's anxious voice came from the microphone.

He Zhuo raised his brows, smiled triumphantly, whispered to Zhuang Jianning's ear, "Tell him what you are doing."

On the TV screen, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and heavy rain. A small light-colored flower in the field had no shelter, and could only face the severe devastation of the storm.

Zhuang Jianning was afraid that the voice on the TV would disturb Chen Mo, so he hung up the phone in a panic.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hitting the petals of the little flower were getting heavier and heavier. The slender branches of the little flower could hardly bear it, and there was a possibility of being broken every second.

I don't know how long it has been raining, how long the wind has been blowing, and the stamens of the little flower are finally filled with rainwater.

The sky gradually cleared.

Zhuang Jianning limply lay on the bed, even his fingertips were exhausted, the phone was still vibrating, he closed his eyes trying to relax for a while, but almost fell asleep.

After He Zhuo cleaned it up, he carefully applied natural balm inside and out, and took the opportunity to play with it for a while.

Only then did he reach for his mobile phone, click on the answer button, and put it on his ear.

"Brother Ning, where are you playing like crazy, you don't even answer the phone." It was Zhang Hao's voice.

"What's wrong?" As soon as the voice came out, Zhuang Jianning was startled. He was so dumb that he hurriedly added, "I have a bad cold, and I have been sleeping since yesterday."

"Oh." Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "I said why you disappeared after being picked up by a helicopter. I thought you were kidnapped."

What the hell is kidnapping.Zhuang Jianning was startled suddenly, "How did you know that I was picked up by helicopter?"

"I'm going! Don't you fly to some isolated island? There are so many media and fans waiting in the place where you recorded the show. The photos and videos of you flying in the helicopter have already been spread on Weibo, and there are friends Circled."

Zhuang Jianning: "..."

He Zhuo helped him hold the phone, and his fingers seemed to rest on his cheeks, a little itchy.

Zhuang Jianning raised his arm, picked He Zhuo's fingertips with his fingers, and suddenly felt at ease.

He opened his mouth and said to Zhang Hao: "Let's spread the word. What do you want from me?"

Zhang Hao saw that the master was so calm, he had nothing to say, swallowed the rumors in his mouth, and talked about the business, "Mr. Have you decided what major to enroll in?"

Both Zhang Hao and Yuan Ze did well in the exams. Teacher Xu contacted them one by one and asked them to take time to go to the school. According to the students' intentions and the admission scores of various colleges and universities in previous years, they can help to refer to the application form.

Teacher Xu couldn't get in touch with Zhuang Jianning no matter what, so he asked Zhang Hao to pay attention.

Zhuang Jianning remembered that when the program was being recorded that day, the director said that the entrance was surrounded by admissions teachers from several other well-known universities.He made up his mind, "I'll go to Qingbei, I haven't decided on a major yet."

The scores of Zhang Hao and Yuan Ze both exceeded the admission threshold of Qingbei in previous years.Zhang Hao thought for a while and asked, "Brother Ning, I'm really curious, why are you always so determined."

The university setting in the novel is different from Zhuang Jianning's world.

Zhuang Jianning thought, probably when he was reading a book, it said that He Zhuo was admitted to Qingbei University as the number one scholar in science.

He turned his face slightly, squinted his eyes to look at He Zhuo, and then repeated, "I'm also quite curious."

Curious about what exactly He Zhuo has experienced and what unknown pasts he has.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Jianning turned on the phone in shock. There were more than 100 missed calls and hundreds of messages.

He Zhuo leaned halfway on the bed, hugged him in his arms, took a glass of white water from the dinner plate held by Xiao Hei, filled it with honey brought in from abroad, and handed it to Zhuang Jianning's mouth, "Drink some nourishing water." Moisten your throat."

Zhuang Jianning looked boneless, leaning on his chest, with her head resting on his shoulder.

Picking up the important information and replying a few, and writing down the calls that should be returned one by one, planning to return when the voice is a little better.

With He Zhuo's hand, he raised his head and gulped several sips of sweet water, which slid down his throat, feeling extremely comfortable.

Pushing away the glass, he looked at He Zhuo and asked hesitantly, "Did you...did you use something for me yesterday?"

It's fun, but it always feels a little weird.

He Zhuo paused, then looked up at the aroma diffuser on the TV cabinet, he felt that he was wronged.

Before, he might have let Zhuang Jianning think whatever he wanted, but now, he pinched Zhuang Jianning's chin and tried to communicate with him like a normal person, "Do you know what kind of incense you are lighting?"

Zhuang Jianning suddenly raised his eyes: "What fragrance?"

Without waiting for He Zhuo's answer, he guessed a lot, lowered his eyes, "No matter what kind of incense is brought from home."

He Zhuo prepared these a long time ago, and he didn't know who he was going to use them with.

He Zhuo raised his chin, "When we get home, I'll introduce you to everything at home."

Ever since Zhuang Jianning moved in, it seemed that he only had a stack of books and a few clothes, like a traveler who would leave with his bag at any time.

Zhuang Jianning felt that He Zhuo hugged him a little tighter, raised his head to meet those amber eyes, and asked tentatively, "Including the basement?"

He really wanted to know if there was anything else in the basement besides the electric shock bed for He Zhuo to torture himself.

Seeing He Zhuo quickly look away, Zhuang Jianning's heart sank, and he smiled a little flusteredly, "I'm just kidding, when we go back, you must introduce me to the bunch of spices one by one, especially the efficacy."

He Zhuo met those peach blossom eyes again, and he felt that it was time for him to receive treatment from a psychiatrist.

Kissing the corners of Zhuang Jianning's eyes, she put the topic aside, "What did you bring the aromatherapy for? Didn't you sleep well?"

Without the words that he is not used to sleeping with his arms, it would be too pretentious and shameful.Zhuang Jianning turned his chin to the water glass and opened his mouth.

He Zhuo picked up the cup and fed him a few more sips, and drank the rest by himself, and heard Zhuang Jianning say, "Refresh your mind."

Zhuang Jianning decided to end the topic, went to wash and have breakfast, lowered his head, saw the red and purple marks on his body, blushed, and hurriedly turned to look for his pajamas.

Suddenly, he saw He Zhuo's leg.

He Zhuo used to wear long trousers when he slept, even if sometimes, before Zhuang Jianning woke up, he would put on the trousers.

This is the first time that Zhuang Jianning saw He Zhuo's shrunken calf clearly and completely.

On weekdays, He Zhuo's wheelchair is powerful, and he is supported by Xiaobai and Xiaohei. His own arm strength and thigh strength are even stronger than that of ordinary adult men, and there is no inconvenience in life.

When Zhuang Jianning gets along with him in daily life, He Zhuo is the stronger one, hugging him whenever he wants, Zhuang Jianning basically doesn't regard him as someone different from herself.

It was also at this time that the severely atrophied calf muscles in front of him gave him an intuitive understanding that He Zhuo was suffering from leg disease.

When He Zhuo hugged him just now, he leaned against the head of the bed, separated his legs, supported the bed with his weak legs, and bent his knees upward.Just so that when I sit in his arms, I can hang my butt in the air to reduce discomfort.

Thinking of sitting on him for so long, Zhuang Jianning was afraid that his calves would be too strenuous, so she jumped up, knelt aside, and stared blankly at the atrophied muscles.

He Zhuo's eyes gradually darkened. When he was not prepared last time, he vehemently rejected Zhuang Jianning's touch, and even made him declare that he wanted to be treated fairly.

Although last night was not in the plan, Zhuang Jianning gave him all of himself. He pondered for a long time before making up his mind to be honest with Zhuang Jianning.

I didn't expect it to scare him.

He reached out to grab the thin blanket and was about to cover his legs, but there was no emotion in his voice, "Isn't it ugly?"

Zhuang Jianning came back to his senses when he heard the voice, knelt and crawled to He Zhuo's calf, stretched out his palm, and gently held the extremely uncoordinated and unattractive calf with his warm palm.

Throat rolled a few times quickly, and he threw himself into He Zhuo's arms, ignoring the discomfort behind him, hugged his neck, and asked eagerly: "Does it hurt? Did it hurt when the car accident happened?"

The word "doesn't hurt" is on the lips.He Zhuo thought for a while, then said softly "Hmm", "It hurts, it hurts so much."

-

Jing's father and Jing's mother learned that the company's bankruptcy had become an established fact, and they couldn't accept it at all. They even made a big fuss in front of the staff who came to seal up the real estate and check all the private property.

Before he was sent to Country F in a daze, Father Jing called Cheng Yan and made an appointment at a small milk tea shop not far from his house.

Cheng Yan had already heard about the Jing family. Although there were many students in the milk tea shop and the possibility of being recognized by the onlookers was too high, he still went to the appointment without saying a word.

The two sat at a table for two by the window, looking at each other silently for a moment.

It was Cheng Yan who spoke first, and said to the man who looked at least ten years older than the last time we met: "Uncle Jing, when will you and Aunt Jing come back?"

In fact, he wants to ask, even if he owes money, it is not that there is no chance of making money in the empire, so why did he abandon the contacts accumulated over the years, why he had the heart to abandon Jing Chen.

With connections, it is always easier to make a comeback, and it is better for a family of three to be together than thousands of miles apart.

Father Jing was silent, and finally heaved a long sigh, his eyes were empty, and his voice was hoarse, "I can't see things clearly now, so who can say what will happen in the future."

When a person reaches middle age, who wants to leave their hometown?Without seeing his son, it is even hard to say whether he can return to his roots.

But he didn't know which big boss he had offended, and directly cut off all his contacts in the empire, and even the daily necessities such as gas, communication, and travel were all blacklisted.Not to mention earning money from work, he and Jing's mother are already unable to move an inch in the empire.

Just when he was desperate, a job in a mining area with a high annual salary in country f appeared in front of him.

Father Jing already understood at this time that this was the other party's idea to drive him out of the empire, even if he refused this time, the other party, who is so clever, must have other tricks, maybe even more utterly than this time.

Cheng Yan didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't make a sound.

Father Jing couldn't hold back and asked, "Did Xingchen still not contact you?"

Cheng Yan's eyes darkened, and he said anxiously: "No, I have inquired about all his friends and classmates, but he has not contacted anyone."

He took off the peaked cap on his head, and pulled his hair with his hands, "I'm really in a panic, I can't contact him anyway, Xing Chen has always been so good, where can he go alone?"

The recording of the third episode ended, and there were too many media and fans around the scene. After Zhuang Jianning flew away in a helicopter, the media and fans watched for a while, and finally all dispersed.

Cheng Yan saw that he could set off smoothly, but he couldn't find Jing Chen no matter what.

Jing Chen came in his car when recording the program, so he naturally had to send it back safely.

Unexpectedly, the phone couldn't get through, and no one replied to the message.

Call father Jing to inquire, and learned that the family did not send a car to pick him up.

Calling the video in the recording area, because there were too many people gathered at the door that day, but nothing was found, Jing Chen seemed to have evaporated from the world suddenly.

Except for the 1500 million transferred from Alipay as soon as the show ended, and transferred back the same way.

Jing Chen didn't use his money.

Hearing this, Father Jing's well-maintained palms covered slightly cloudy eyes, and said in pain: "This silly boy, I'm really afraid that I will never see his face again in this life."

After all, he was brought up by his side for 18 years, and the first 17 years were raised as his own son, just like the flesh and blood of his heart, he must not be willing to part with it.

Before, in order to save the company, he got into the eyes of money with all his heart, and even came up with the idea of ​​pushing Jing Chen out as an adopted son, Jing's father regretted it now.

It should be because of this reason that Jing Chen ran away from home. He has been obedient and filial to his parents since he was a child, so he definitely cannot accept this fact.

Now that the company is gone, the family property is gone, his own son doesn't recognize him, Jing Chen has also run away, but Jing's father can see some things clearly.

Like what is most important to you.

Seeing his sad and stern look, Cheng Yan couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "Uncle Jing, the days are still so long, there must be a chance to meet. Jing Chen must not be able to accept the fact that he is separated from you, and he is also afraid of the scene of parting. He just hid, and after a while, he will come back and he will definitely go to country f to see you."

Father Jing knew that the truth was not as simple as what Cheng Yan said, he sighed, took out a card from his pocket, put it on the table, pushed it in front of Cheng Yan, his eyes were red and moist, "Cheng Yan, I and With your Auntie Jing gone, the date of return is still undecided, we have nothing to worry about in the imperial capital, except Xingchen. I know he has always liked you, and you like him too."

Otherwise, they would not have taken advantage of the trend to cancel the engagement between Cheng Yan and Zhuang Jianning, and even married Cheng Yan to a disabled old man when Zhuang Jianning was stalking Cheng Yan, "Uncle knows you are a good boy with a good future, and the stars will be happy." Please take care of him, for Xing Chen's poor background, you must take care of him more and treat him better."

Naturally, Cheng Yan felt sorry for Jing Chen and felt even more guilty. Jing Chen was so obedient, he really wanted to go on with Jing Chen, but now when he saw Zhuang Jianning, his heart automatically followed him, and he couldn't control it at all.

He was also in pain and conflicted. In front of such a poor old man, he couldn't say anything else, "Uncle Jing, don't worry, I will definitely treat Xingchen well. Once he has news, I will also be the first I will notify you and Aunt Jing soon."

After so many days, Father Jing finally seemed to have received a sliver of comfort, nodded, "Take this card back."

When Cheng Yan saw Jing's father pushing the bank card over, he thought it was the money that Jing's father had left for Jing Chen, but now he heard him say "Take it back", and he asked suspiciously, "Uncle Jing, what is this card?"

Father Jing didn't say anything about asking Jing Chen to borrow money from him at that time, but said: "Here is the 3000 million you lent to Xingchen. Anyway, the company can't keep it. There is a difference between us paying 3000 million more debts and 3000 million less debts. Not too bad, thanks to the fact that this card is Xingchen's account, it was not frozen by the person who checked it out. Since Xingchen is not there, I will return it to you directly. Thank you for taking Xingchen's face into account and extending it to us when we are in trouble. Help."

Cheng Yan was stunned, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it: "Xing Chen said I lent him this?"

The 1500 million he transferred to Jing Chen had obviously been returned by Jing Chen the same way, and when the return was made, the Jing family's company had not yet been declared bankrupt.

Jing Chen would rather use other people's money than his!

The Jing family obviously needed money back then, but Jing Chen didn't use his!

Father Jing said blankly: "Xing Chen said so. Didn't you lend it to him?"

Cheng Yan is an actor after all, he knew that not only did he lose control of his emotions just now, he even lost control of his expression management.

Quickly clearing up his expression, he suppressed his desire to riot, and squeezed out a warm smile, "Of course it's not a loan, Xingchen and I are almost a family, and my money is his money."

Father Jing did not expect to hear such heartwarming words at this time. He stood up excitedly, stuffed the card into Cheng Yan's hand, and sighed: "I feel relieved with your words. I will leave the stars to you." Don't worry, it's getting late, I have to go first."

Cheng Yan looked at the back of Father Jing leaving, clutching the card tightly in his hand, his heart was burning with anger, wishing to fold the card in half immediately.

Jing Chen's circle of friends is very simple, there are only a few people he knows, Jing Chen doesn't even want his money, so naturally it is impossible to find them.

But he clearly remembered that on the way to record the program that day, at the breakfast shop, Jing Chen said that he wanted to borrow money from Ji Shuizhi!

The money in this card must belong to Ji Shuizhi!He gave twice as much as he gave!

Jing Chen actually used the money of that guy who casually had sex with people in the public restroom, not even his money!

He just fell in love with two people at the same time.

With his chest heaving violently, Cheng Yan picked up the phone at hand and angrily called Ji Shuizhi.

The other side quickly connected, "Cheng Yan? Is there something wrong?"

Cheng Yan tried his best to restrain himself, and asked in a cold voice, "Did you give Jing Chen the money?"

The other side paused for two seconds, there was the sound of the door opening, and soon there was another voice far away from the microphone, the voice was very soft, but Cheng Yan would not admit it wrong:

"Director Ji, when are you coming back today?"