It's really hard to be a scumbag

Jiang Jiang raised his head, stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Yan's cheek, and asked knowingly, "Does little uncle like going out to play?"

Jiang Yan tried his best to smile, as if he wanted to appease Jiang Jiang.However, he laughed so miserably that the despair in his eyes was almost overflowing, making people think of the doomed person who is desperate and silently waiting for death for no reason.

"No."

As if he couldn't bear it, his back that had been straight from the beginning to the end quietly hunched down, his arms wrapped around Jiang Jiang's waist, his lips pressed against Jiang Jiang's ear, and every word and sentence was bitter: "I am very happy." I like it...it's just that my uncle's health is not very good, the doctor said...it's less than half a year away..."

Jiang Jiang put his head on Jiang Yan's shoulder, relying on him not being able to see, he said indifferently: "Oh, why is that? Uncle."

Jiang Yan smiled wryly and said: "It's because I live in a muddle on weekdays, and I don't know what to eat. You and Pei Si are together in the future, you must eat obediently, you know?"

Jiang Jiang: "Oh."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, but before he could distinguish whether the mocking "heh" was from his little nephew, someone grabbed his neck defenselessly.

Jiang Jiang pinched him and shook him violently, as if he wanted to shake the water out of his brain, and at the same time said viciously: "Is the last word useful? Why don't you just die and become a ghost to urge me to eat?"

Jiang Yan's heart was suffocated, and he suddenly grabbed Jiang Jiang's hand, with a rich and complicated look rolling in his dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "I hope so."

Jiang Jiang gave him a pee, and then pushed him down on the bed.

After taking off his shoes, Jiang Jiang turned around and sat down on his waist. While reaching out to grab his tie, he patted his cheek and said with a half-smile, "I don't care about other people, but if you want to die, you can do it." Only with my consent."

"I thought about it seriously." Jiang Jiang's fingertips clustered with a divine light invisible to the naked eye, and then pointed at Jiang Yan's chest one after another, pursing his lips and said: "The result is that I don't agree."

Jiang Yan lay on his back on the bed, his eyes fixed on Jiang Jiang's face from beginning to end.

After listening to Jiang Jiang's words, the smile in his eyes became more and more intense, and finally turned over suddenly, pressed Jiang Jiang and smiled: "Okay, if Jiang Jiang disagrees, uncle will never leave. Even if he becomes a ghost, uncle will live forever ...entangled with you."

Along with his words, there was a crisp 'click'.

The cold touch made Jiang Jiang stunned. He turned his head and glanced at his wrist, and then looked dully at the connection between himself and Jiang Yan, and asked in a daze, "What is this?"

Jiang Yan touched Jiang Jiang's cheek with his free hand, his scorching eyes seemed to break free from some restraint, crackling and burning wanton flames: "It's handcuffs."

Jiang Jiang hissed, and said in disbelief: "You are going to die, and you still want to have fun like this?"

Jiang Yan's expression paused, and the enthusiasm between his eyebrows and eyes suddenly cooled down. He narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous tone: "What's the fun?"

"Uh..." Jiang Jiang inexplicably had the illusion of tripping himself, but he really couldn't think of the second use of handcuffs on the bed?

Maybe it's because he's speechless.

Jiang Yan laughed suddenly, and said word by word: "Very good."

"Since you want to play this." Jiang Jiang's eyes were smudged with a touch of color when he was stimulated by his slightly cool hand, his body trembled slightly, and even the rest of the words could not be heard clearly: "Little uncle will accompany you play for fun."

"So." Jiang Jiang lay on Jiang Yan's body, shaking his hands weakly: "You just want to guard me all the time, so you handcuff us together?"

Jiang Yan hummed contentedly, and took the initiative to ask: "What do you think of this method? With the handcuffs, you can't leave me again."

Jiang Jiang couldn't figure it out: "Ask me? Ask me how the man in handcuffs feels?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

Jiang Yan, whose IQ was offline, calmed down, and felt that he had indeed lost his mind in the beauty town, so he blocked Jiang Jiang's mouth again to prevent him from continuing to babble.

When night fell and the smell of the rice from downstairs wafted into the room, Jiang Jiang moved his wrist and murmured under the quilt, "Little uncle... get up and eat."

He called twice, but couldn't move his wrist, so he opened his eyes and looked over in a daze, and then found that Jiang Yan had left the room at some point, and handcuffed his hands to the bedside pillar.

Jiang Jiang was full of mmp's sobriety, and sat crookedly with his waist supported.

Naturally, he wouldn't be trapped by this gadget, he just cared about the glass heart of Jiang Yan, a big man, and didn't do it himself, but took out the mobile phone under the pillow and called Pei Si.

Pei Si answered in seconds, with a clear voice as if standing not far from Jiang Jiang: "Jiang Jiang, are you hungry?"

Jiang Jiang didn't think much, and his tone was laziness after the event: "A little bit, can you come up for a while."

After his words fell, the door was opened.

Pei Si came in holding her mobile phone, pen and paper, and said with a slight smile, "Okay, I'm here."

"..." Jiang Jiang said speechlessly, "You're right outside the door? When did you come here? Why didn't you knock on the door."

Pei Si paused: "I knocked when I first came here, probably because you were crying and begging Jiang Yan to slow down, so I didn't hear it."

Jiang Jiang's cheeks were hot in an instant, and he stumbled and said, "You, you have been listening outside???"

sun dog.

Why do these fragments like to play this set.

Jiang Jiang's inner breakdown was indescribable. Pei Si held up a pen and paper and said quietly, "After writing the review, I have nothing to do, so I'll just listen to you outside."

Jiang Jiang couldn't hold back any longer, and threw the pillow away in anger, and said angrily, "You are perverted! Don't listen to it from now on!"

Pei Si stood there without avoiding being hit by the pillow, then hugged the falling pillow, nodded hesitantly, and said with a bit of imperceptible regret in his tone: "Okay."

Jiang Jiang felt better now, when his stomach growled, he shook his wrist and said, "Help me find the key."

Pei Si's eyes paused for two seconds on the silver handcuffs on his wrist, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

But he did nothing in the end, but put the pillow back on the bed, and searched the room meekly and obediently.

After searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. When Pei Si was about to speak, the door was suddenly opened.

Jiang Yan came in with the food, without even looking at Pei Si, she sat on the edge of the bed, put the pillow behind Jiang Jiang, and helped Jiang Jiang to sit upright.

Jiang Jiang's waist was still soft, and it slipped down while sitting.

Seeing Jiang Yan blew on the food indifferently, and stretched out his hand to feed himself, he didn't intend to let go of the handcuffs at all, so he couldn't help kicking him: "I will do it myself."

Jiang Yan shook his head: "You will leave after uncuffing the handcuffs."

Jiang Jiang: "This room is so big, if I go downstairs, you won't see me?"

Jiang Yan: "I didn't see it last time, but you still left."

Jiang Jiang was dumb, and said angrily: "Since I am so powerful, why do you think this pair of small handcuffs can hold me?"

Jiang Yan put down the bowl and spoon, stuffed Jiang Jiang's exposed little jio back under the quilt, and said calmly: "It's not you, it's me."

"With it here, at least I can feel at ease."

Jiang Yan gently stroked Jiang Jiang's cheek: "I don't have much time, I can't wait another seven years, I can only trap you in this way. Don't worry, I will definitely—"

"Wait, wait." Jiang Jiang didn't finish listening to his nonsense, and interrupted: "Did you touch my foot with this hand just now?"

Jiang Yan paused.

Jiang Jiang's eyes gradually became dangerous.

Faced with his fierce eyes, Jiang Yan had no choice but to stand up silently and wash his hands.

When he came back, Pei Si had already sat in his seat, feeding Jiang Jiang one after another.

Jiang Yan's face sank.

Jiang Jiang Yuguang looked funny, and deliberately said: "You are slowing down there, I am too hungry, and I can't draw my hand, so I can only ask Pei Si to help. If my little uncle minds, why don't you untie the handcuffs?"

Jiang Yan sat on the other side of the bed expressionlessly, watched Pei Si feeding coldly, and insisted: "I don't understand."

Jiang Jiang drew his voice, said slowly, and said again: "Is your review book not finished yet?"

Jiang Yan's expression froze.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when Jiang Yan finished writing [-] characters.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and went straight to Jiang Jiang's room, and soon saw Pei Si washing Jiang Jiang's jio.

Jiang Jiang glanced at him: "There are handcuffs, it's inconvenient, I can only trouble Pei Si."

Jiang Yan's chest was stagnant, and he said with a stiff face, "Yes."

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Jiang was both amused and helpless, and the bad taste of deliberate bullying turned into a dumbfounding, just waiting for Jiang Yan to subdue.

However, after half a month, Jiang Jiang got close to Pei Si under his nose for a long time, seeing him dangling beside him with a coffin face every day, but he didn't let him go.

While Jiang Jiang was deeply admired, he couldn't help but feel guilty—he left without saying goodbye, and the psychological shadow caused to Jiang Yan seemed to be more serious than he thought.

This is a bit tricky.

Especially when Jiang Yan went out for a trip and came back with an extra case checklist in his hand.

After tossing Jiang Yan for so long, Jiang Jiang couldn't help swallowing, and said weakly: "I said you won't die, you still trap me every day. Untie the handcuffs, we agreed Going to travel."

The joy in Jiang Yan's eyes paused, and he said suspiciously: "I haven't announced the results of the inspection yet."

Jiang Jiang snorted: "Seeing that you are so happy, I can know without saying anything."

Jiang Yan was not fooled by him, walked up to him and stared at him for a while, with a surprised tone: "How did you do it?"

Jiang Jiang looked innocent: "Huh? What did I do? I didn't do anything."

Jiang Yan was silent for a while, the complex expression on his face calmed down, and he said lightly: "That's right, if something happens in the future, just say so."

"...Is the word "Dongchuang Incident" used incorrectly?" Jiang Jiang couldn't hold back his complaints.

Jiang Yan seemed to have never heard of it, but squinted and said another thing: "So, you did it on purpose during this time?"

Jiang Jiang groaned, and he became a small dumpling visibly with the naked eye.

Jiang Yan hummed and rubbed his head with a smile, then took out the key from his arms and undid the handcuffs on his hands.

Jiang Jiang blinked: "Thinking about it?"

"No." Jiang Yan threw the handcuffs on the ground with his backhand, then bent down and hugged Jiang Jiang tightly, and said softly, "I just...have the courage to wait another seven years."

The author has something to say: Fuck, I can’t get out after picking up the trash. The more I look at Jiang Yan, the more he looks like a broken sack that Jiang Jiang has diligently repaired, laughing to death.