After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

It was like a basin of ice water in his pocket had extinguished the fire in his heart. The huge gap made Zhou Fushen forget his disguise for a moment, and immediately typed to ask questions.

Matcha filling Daifuku: [What's the hurry? 】

The other side seemed to be surprised by his questioning, and replied after a while.

Jiang Ran: [Turn back and talk. 】

The short three words are like an insurmountable barrier, shutting out all expectations in an instant.

Chicken Cub sat on a chair much smaller than his huge and round body, its wings and paws drooped, like a beaten eggplant, its neckless head looked like it was going to sink into its soft belly at this moment .

It looks a little funny and funny like that, and even makes people want to go up and rub the ball, but if you can see the expression of the man hiding under the fluffy chicken, you will never raise this idea.

In the doll costume, sweat dripped from the sharp eyebrows onto his eyelashes as black as crow feathers, but Zhou Fushen did not blink, but let the salty droplets fall into the eye sockets, burning his irises, bringing A harsh tingling sensation.The moment he understood the message, an invisible scythe came with the wind, cutting off the restless buds in his heart, making it barren and empty again.

Just a few minutes ago, his heart was still mixed with anticipation and apprehension. Even the temperature of the sun covered with thick fluff could not dampen his enthusiasm, but made his blood boil. With a smiling face, he couldn't stop being busy, until the angles of the vases were placed to be perfect, he was able to calm down the anxiety, and waited for the arrival of his sweetheart like a young man in love.

—but now it's all a joke.

No matter how carefully arranged, as long as they lose the viewer they are supposed to please, they are all meaningless.

Zhou Fu stared at the message, and he read the few lines several times over and over again. He wanted to dig out some other emotions between the lines, even if it was a little bit embarrassing, to prove that he was right for him. Not insignificant.

But that was an ordinary piece of news, without even an apology - but after a little thought, you can understand that there is really no need for an apology. How could he have thought that that chicken son wanted to meet him so much, and even tidied up the whole house for this meeting?

Zhou Fushen took off his doll costume, his half-drooped eyes were trying to conceal the loneliness and the coldness of isolating everything. The living room, which was clear and clean in his eyes just now, seemed to be covered with a mottled filter, dim and gray. defeat.

Taking two steps forward, he kicked away the heavy doll costume at his feet. He raised his head, and everywhere he looked, his meaninglessness was reflected everywhere. Thought that meant something, but now it seems that maybe he is too complacent.

Yes, maybe he was too eager for success.

Zhou Fushen closed his eyes, trying to convince himself to accept this fact, and told himself that there was nothing to lose. After all, the relationship between him and Jiang Ran has been going well enough for people who have only known each other for more than a month, and this time they are only slightly separated. Take control, nothing more.

But these voices were like a flat boat floating on the turbulent waves, unable to suppress the turbulent black waves below. His entire mind was almost completely occupied by extreme thoughts, and some things that were usually hidden deep inside began to twist and clamor—— ——Jiang Ran is my thing, a gift from God, why should I let such a precious thing run around outside?Shouldn't I try my best to lock him by my side?After all, he is my property, so it is understandable even if he is treated in an extreme way, right?

A series of distorted thoughts broke through the shackles of reason, like a powerful hallucinogen. In the flash, Zhou Fushen even had a strong urge to destroy everything that decorated the house, sweep it all on the ground, and pay for it again. Take a handful of flames and watch them turn into dust.

—but he didn't.

Because that would make him look like a hysterical lunatic, which he wasn't.

From the day Zhou Fushen was born, the word "different" has always been with him. Of course, this is just a euphemism. More people regard such people as dangerous. The amazing talent is only temporary, and they fall into madness. The self-destruction of such people is the ultimate destination of such people.

But Zhou Fushen wouldn't, he would never put himself in that embarrassing situation.

What's more, that would scare Ran Ran.

Opening his eyes again, the things in Zhou Fushen's eyes had calmed down, and he walked upstairs to the study room. He needed to know what the urgent matter Jiang Ran was talking about.

——It's better not to make any excuses to perfuse him, or else...

……

On the taxi to the hospital, Jiang Ran was holding his right wrist carefully like a wounded animal, and at the same time urged the driver: "Master, can you drive faster! I think I can't take it anymore !"

Obviously, this is not the first time the driver has been urged by him, and he said with a helpless expression: "Young man, why are you saving your life so much? Isn't it just a scald, you can't die!"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, Jiang Ran's wrist suddenly felt a throbbing pain. He gasped for a moment, leaned back on the back seat in despair and said, "That's because you didn't smell that I was burned. How delicious is that place!"

driver:"………"

It's not that Jiang Ran is exaggerating, it's just that he is born with a low tolerance for pain, especially the feeling on the small piece of skin right now, which can be called burning, and even made Jiang Ran not want to be near the oven in his life The shadow, and the box of cranberry biscuits sent to Ji Zaizi is likely to be the last baked work in his life.

But when it comes to the effects of burnt hands, the good news is that the remake of "Embers" no longer needs to be operated with a keyboard, otherwise Jiang Ran would be heartbroken by smashing the oven.

In short, finally, under the urging of Jiang Ran who threatened to spend a lot of money, the nearly fifty-year-old driver master was finally inspired by the speed and passion he had when he competed with the car gods in Qiuming Mountain. The nearest hospital to the community.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Ran ran into the hospital and was called to the emergency department. He went up to the second floor to find the emergency room. People in the corridor were hurrying back and forth, and the breeze brought by him could cause a burning pain in his wound. Jiang Ran Ran was already carefully avoiding it, but just as he turned the corner, he bumped into someone's arms.

The intense pain of the cold cloth brushing against the injured skin instantly made Jiang Ran pale.

"Sorry..." The other party apologized lightly, but after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he turned a corner in the middle of the conversation: "Jiang Ran?"

Jiang Ran raised his head when he heard the words, but before he could relax his brows: "Nie Zhixin? Why are you here?"

But as soon as he said the words, Jiang Ran got the answer - he saw the white coat on the other party.

"This is my family's hospital. I started working here immediately after I returned to China." After speaking, Nie Zhixin noticed the burn, and immediately took out the hand that was originally in the white coat, and directly grabbed Jiang Ran's wrist , frowned and said: "How did you do it? It hurt a little under the dermis."

Jiang Ran said worriedly: "The oven is hot, is it serious?... You'd better speak lightly, otherwise your diagnosis may aggravate my injury."

Nie Zhixin smiled, let go of his wrist, and said, "It's nothing serious, come with me, I'll apply some burn ointment for you, and bandage it up."

Of course, Jiang Ran was happy to be able to leave the back door. He followed Nie Zhixin to his consultation room, but there was no one there. Nie Zhixin let him sit on a soft armchair, and then went to get the medicine for the wound. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect. Sitting in a clean and bright room with the smell of disinfectant, watching a man in a white coat busy with him, Jiang Ran suddenly felt that his wound felt much better.

Nie Zhixin didn't keep him waiting for too long, and soon came back with his things. The other party pulled a chair and sat opposite him, saying, "Actually, you don't need to go to the hospital at this level." Apply the medicine gently with a cotton swab.

Jiang Ran unconsciously hissed twice when the ointment was soaked in coldness, and the voice came out from between his teeth: "If the doctor has your attitude, how will the hospital make money?"

"It doesn't matter, my family's money has been enough for me to live on for several lifetimes, and I only come to work because I want to adapt to society. After all, it's not nice to say the word idle."

Nie Zhixin's tone was very leisurely, but the movements of his hands were very steady. From Jiang Ran's point of view, he even felt a trace of tenderness under his calm face.

It may be the special sense of security that the profession of a doctor brings to people.

Jiang Ran didn't think too much, but was a little surprised by his words: "I thought you were very motivated."

"I'm very motivated, but I feel that in terms of improving my social value, I'm already considered excellent, and I don't need to pursue too much, it's too tiring." Nie Zhixin raised his head as he spoke, and the corner of his mouth suddenly With a slightly teasing arc: "Or do you appreciate someone like Zhou Fushen who is especially competitive?"

"Zhou Fushen is not competitive, he just likes to base his happiness on other people's setbacks..." Jiang Ran replied reflexively, but after realizing that he almost blurted out, he sighed again: "Can you not mention it?" him."

"Sorry." Nie Zhixin said without sincerity, then fixed the last piece of medical tape on the edge of the gauze, and said to him: "Okay, usually pay attention to clean the wound, don't touch the water, change this ointment 4-6 times a day, what's the matter?" If you have any questions, you can contact me directly, here is my mobile phone number."

He drew a business card from the pen holder on the table behind him and handed it over.

Jiang Ran took it, and the moment Nie Zhixin turned around, he caught a glimpse of a bruise on the other's forehead between the hair, and Nie Zhixin seemed to be aware that he had discovered this, and covered it with his hand in a disguised manner.

Now Jiang Ran couldn't ignore it anymore, and asked, "How did you do this?"

"..." Hearing his question, Nie Zhixin couldn't help but recall the moment when that bastard Zhou Fushen threw him to the ground, the moment when his forehead touched the corner of the table.

After a pause, he put down his hand and said calmly, "It's nothing, the door frame was knocked."

……

In the upstairs study, Zhou Fushen was calling out the monitoring.

As soon as the clear picture jumped out, the first thing that came into view was the empty bedroom. Seeing this, Zhou Fushen frowned slightly, and then clicked rewind to start rewinding frame by frame.

The time in the upper right corner of the screen began to reverse rapidly. Not long after, Jiang Ran's figure appeared in the bedroom. Zhou Fushen's pupils shrank slightly, and the rewind stopped, and the video played normally. On the screen, Jiang Ran's right hand was It was raised in a rather unnatural posture, while the other hand quickly pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, looking for something inside, looking very anxious.

It looked like... Zhou Fu's throat tightened, and he moved the mouse to zoom in on the screen. At the moment when Jiang Ran's body angle changed slightly, he could see a bright red mark on his wrist, which was particularly dazzling on his snow-white skin. If you look closely, you can even see a thin layer of skin raised above it, which is obviously a burn.

Recalling that Jiang Ran was baking biscuits for him before, the source of the burn is self-evident.

Almost instantly, Zhou Fushen understood the reason why Jiang Ran didn't explain the truth to him—it was because he didn't want to make the gift too heavy.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. At this moment, Zhou Fushen felt both joy and anxiety. In the end, all these feelings turned into actions——he picked up the car keys and walked out the door. When he passed the living room, he also took the set doll outfit.

The monitor installed on Jiang Ran's mobile phone allowed him to locate Jiang Ran in an instant. On the way to the hospital, Zhou Fushen's mind was full of all kinds of reasons that made this coincidence reasonable. Wanting to make a few cuts on himself, this idea did not make him afraid at all, on the contrary, it made him more and more eager to meet him, and he almost did it—if it wasn’t at the hospital gate If you see that scene.

The moment he caught sight of that figure, the car stopped suddenly, but Zhou Fushen didn't have time to pay attention to the shouts coming from behind. Through the dark car window, he saw Jiang Ran standing with his former friend.

Jiang Ran's wrist was still wrapped in carefully wrapped gauze, and one could tell who wrote it at a glance. They seemed to be saying goodbye in a harmonious atmosphere, and Jiang Ran's posture was undefended and relaxed, even at the end. Before getting in the car, when Nie Zhixin stepped forward to say something, Jiang Ran actually held the car door and smiled with an amused expression.