The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

35

"Rest, little Master Qin, your injury has not healed yet." Zhang Shun persuaded him no less than ten times tonight, watching Qin Cang guarding the door, eagerly looking into the distance, sitting from day to night.

"It's okay, I'll wait for him to come back." Qin Cang looked out the window with a solemn expression.The courtyard was lit with dim street lights, and a few moths flapped their wings and bumped upwards.

It was nearly eleven o'clock before Wen Ziqian's car drove back, followed by a strange SUV.

He saw Ji Hanzhi jump off the off-road vehicle, and immediately stood up, the wound on his back was painful.He didn't care about the pain, and hurried out of the house.

A Bin got out of the car and took out the wheelchair.Qin Cang looked inside the car, but there was no Wen Ziqian.

"Where's Ziqian?" Qin Cang's voice suddenly raised, looking a little scary.

A Bin flinched and said, "It's in the back."

Qin Cang raised his head and saw that Ji Hanzhi had already carried Wen Ziqian down.He raised his hand and pushed A Bin away, strode over, and snatched him from Ji Hanzhi's arms.

Wen Ziqian's eyes were closed tightly, and wrapped in a blanket, it was hard to hide the sour smell of alcohol all over his body, Qin Cang gritted his teeth and thought, how much he drank, and he vomited like this.

A Bin walked over pushing the wheelchair, and said kindly: "Put Ziqian up, don't let the injury on his back burst open again."

He had good intentions, but Qin Cang yelled at him with red eyes: "He has asthma and can't drink, don't you know? To let you follow him is to let him do whatever he wants? Then what do you want the Secretary-General to do! He Are you fooling around? Do you want to watch him kill yourself?"

A Bin was so scolded that his face was flushed and he was speechless.

Ji Hanzhi leaned against the car and said, "Hey, mad dog, you're just a servant, qualified to dictate?"

Qin Cang turned his head to look at him, and said with a sneer: "Ji Sishao, I will tell you clearly today that Wen Ziqian is already mine, so you can put aside your little thoughts. There is no shortage of people around Ji Sishao, and Ziqian's sick body can't catch your eyes. I agree with how you cooperate and form alliances in the mall, but if you make up his mind in private, I can't stand by. We are not what we used to be The children in my family are considered to have some identities in their respective circles, and they don’t interfere with each other on weekdays, and they may be able to help each other at critical times, so there’s no need to tear yourself apart for such a trivial matter, don’t you think?”

After Ji Hanzhi listened patiently, he smiled and said, "It sounds reasonable, but a slap won't make a sound. If he wants to come to me, then I can't help it." He glanced at the sleepy Wen Ziqian, half of his face Buried on Qin Cang's chest, his pale skin was rarely flushed after being drunk.A picture of Wen Ziqian lying in Ah Bin's arms flashed through his mind, his eyes were reddened by the pain, and tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he said firmly, "It's not worth it to me...but I won't give up... ...None of you should try to underestimate me...What are you..."

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The table lamp on the table was as dim as beans, Wen Ziqian was lying on the bed drowsy, the sour smell on his body had been washed away, and his skin had returned to clean.

Most of the alcohol evaporated, and his face was bleak, looking pale, as if he was dying.

Qin Cang sat by the bed, staring at Wen Ziqian's face, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and said in a low voice, "Why do you drink so much wine?"

Wen Ziqian fell asleep, so it was naturally A Bin who asked the question.A Bin helped him apply the medicine and change the bandage behind him.

He forcibly carried him upstairs. Although the wound was not open, it was bleeding a little.While wrapping the clean gauze, A Bin said: "Isn't it just for that piece of land, Ji Rong toasted, can you not drink? I know you are angry, but how do you persuade him on that occasion? He can listen after you persuade him? This kid Ah...I don't care about my elder brother who calls me around on weekdays. I just think about his poor health and carrying such a big company. Do I feel sorry for him? We all love him, he himself I don't feel sorry for myself, what can I do? Even if you scold me to death today, I can't help it. "

Qin Cang said in a low voice: "Brother Abin, I was wrong to yell at you today, I feel uncomfortable."

A Bin wrapped him in gauze, sat on the side, looked at Wen Ziqian and sighed: "I am also uncomfortable. This person has a stubborn temper, and he is not willing to bow his head on weekdays. This time he lost his pride to curry favor with Ji Rong, and he felt even more uncomfortable. You don't know, these days, he accompanied the old man of the Ji family to recover, and how many falls he fell. Every time he got up with a smile and said it was okay, I couldn't bear to watch it. "

Qing Cang lifted a corner of the quilt and rolled up his pajama pants. His paralyzed legs were originally thin and shriveled, but his pale skin was covered with large bruises, and his ankle was swollen and pressed into a pit.The left foot was probably injured during rehabilitation, and there was some bleeding under the skin, and the degree of bending of the ankle was abnormal.Qin Cang gently held his injured ankle and rubbed it, then suddenly stopped and held his chest to breathe heavily, he felt that he was about to suffocate to death.

A Bin patted his back, tears rolled in his eyes, sighed deeply, and said: "He has been holding back, and he couldn't control it until Ji Rong left. Ji Hanzhi went and came back, I didn't want to Trouble him, but Ziqian vomited too much, couldn't stop retching, and had difficulty breathing. I was very scared at the time, thinking that Ji Hanzhi had a lot of contacts, so I asked him to contact acquaintances... He was infusion all the time, and he came back late... So don't be angry..."

Qin Cang was about to convulse from the pain. He covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders shrugged violently.

"I'm mad at myself... so fucking useless..."

A Bin patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. Those powerful people, we assholes are chasing after the flattering people, and we have to pay for what we want. There is no way."

Wen Ziqian knew that he couldn't drink alcohol, but what could he do?At that moment of hesitation, he even thought that for that piece of land, he would drink even a cup of chrysanthemum.

The silent night was extraordinarily long, A Bin left, and Qin Cang stayed by the bed alone.

Wen Ziqian convulsed twice when he was unconscious, and his thin body trembled with his legs, looking extremely pitiful.His lower abdomen was bulging, and he cried out "it hurts" in his sleep, Qin Cang's eyes were red when he shouted.

Qin Cang could only use hot water to help him compress, massage gently, and rub him for a long time before he was relieved.

In the middle of the night, Wen Ziqian slept more peacefully. Qin Cang lay beside him, hugged him and sighed, "What should I do with you..."

Drowsy from sleep, feeling the head on his arm move, Qin Cang opened his eyes, and looked into Wen Ziqian's eyes.

"Wake up..." Before Qin Cang could be happy, Wen Ziqian looked pained and reached out to scratch the edge of the bed.He hurriedly pushed it, and Wen Ziqian twisted his body and lay on the edge of the bed. He vomited again, but he didn't vomit anything, but his body kept twitching.

Qin Cang hurriedly patted him on the back, and seeing that he stopped vomiting, he helped him up, sat down on the pillow, and took the cotton pajamas to put on him.

He wanted to comfort him with a few words, but the words came to his lips: "Well, let you drink so much wine, it will cost you money or your life."

Wen Ziqian covered his stomach, lowered his eyes and hummed. "I'm feeling uncomfortable...don't talk sarcasticly..."

Qin Cang said: "See if you drink it next time."

Wen Ziqian's aching forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but his mouth still didn't give in. He said, "Give me that big piece of land again... How about a few more cups..."

He waited for a long time, but he didn't see Qin Cang scolding him. When he looked up, he saw Qin Cang's eyes were red and his lips were trembling.His heart trembled, he raised his hand to hold Qin Cang's, and said, "Why are you crying?"

"Why am I crying? I'm crying because of you!" Qin Cang held back his tears and gritted his teeth, "Are you going to earn enough money in this life? You spoil yourself so much, do you want to force yourself to death? Or force me to death? "

Wen Ziqian was soft but not hard. Seeing Qin Cang's painful expression, his heart was so soft that he patted his hand and whispered, "Are you really angry?"

"Yes! I'm so mad! You go to see Ji Hanzhi, you go to curry favor with Ji Rong, you drink like hell, you can piss me off at any point." Qin Cang took a few breaths: "But... I'm even more angry with myself, I I feel like I'm just a fucking useless one, what kind of shit, Little Master Qin, who can't protect the people I like, and still messing around with society? What a shit!"

The more Qin Cang said, the more excited he became, his body trembled.

Wen Ziqian looked at him, then hugged his neck, rested his head on his chest, and said softly, "Don't be angry..."

Qin Cang gritted his teeth and said, "If you ruin your body like this again in the future, then I'll ruin myself too. I beg you to drink to death!"

Wen Ziqian had a headache, a stomachache, a nerveache, and his ears ached when he reprimanded him, so he couldn't help but frown and said, "A project worth hundreds of millions, you think it's as simple as drinking porridge, go if you have the ability, there must be someone who can help me with this One thing, do you think I am willing to drink?"

Qin Cang was so choked that he couldn't speak, and his heart was as heavy as a stone.

Wen Ziqian felt that he had said something harsh, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't scold me, my stomach hurts."

Qin Cang let out a heavy breath, went downstairs to warm up a bowl of porridge, and fed him mouthfuls.

After eating half a bowl, Wen Ziqian felt sick again, so he shook his head, leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

After a long time, he heard Qin Cang say: "I'm sorry... I won't let you be bullied in the future..."