Correct posture of masochism [system]

Jiang Yu never saw Yang Gang again after that night, nor did he hear that name from others, and he disappeared completely, as if he had never appeared before.

Zhang Shi only had one reverse scale on his body, but Yang Gang still tried to tear off that scale, but not only failed, but also injured the owner of the scale with blood all over his body.

And Zhang Shi didn't specifically mention to Jiang Yu how he dealt with Yang Gang, but he always brought Jiang Yu with him no matter where he went on business.

As time passed, there were more and more rumors from the outside world, and the silence of the person involved was undoubtedly an admission in disguise, which relieved those families who were worried about the alliance between Zhang and He.

The He family had a few troubles over this matter. He Xinlan didn't believe that she would lose to a man, so she looked for opportunities to go to the company to find Zhang Shi.

From winter to spring, Jiang Yu's left leg injury has healed, and he does it every time.When in love, Zhang Shi would kiss that scar, with a persistent attitude as if as long as he persisted, the trace there would disappear.

As the sky gradually warmed up, Jiang Yu's heart became more and more impetuous, even the servants could feel it.

In the afternoon of this day, Jiang Yu smashed two cups in succession under the terrified eyes of the servants. When he was about to pick up the third cup, Zhong Bo hurried over to stop him.

One cup is enough for their annual salary, and they are always careful when scrubbing.

Jiang Yu glanced at the distressed look on Zhongbo's face, and his eyelids twitched.

"000, are you still alive?"

"Ding, I'm still alive for the time being."

"Why am I still here?"

"Ding, the system is faulty and is in the process of being repaired."

"I don't think the joke is funny at all."

"Ding, agree."

Jiang Yu sneered in his heart, smashed the cup on the table, the cup wobbled, and stabilized again.

Uncle Zhong, who was waiting at the side, wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at the sky for a while, and looked at the clock on the wall for a while. He faltered and said a sentence, "Mr. Jiang, tomorrow is the third young master's birthday."

Jiang Yu didn't raise his head, "Oh."

Uncle Zhong, "..."

This is the end?Uncle Zhong touched his nose, not knowing what was going on, he felt that the third young master might be pitiful tomorrow.

When Zhang Shi came back in the evening, Jiang Yu didn't mention a word, and the two ate quietly, which made Zhong Bo's anxious face turn green.

The two of them took a walk in the garden after eating, and Zhang Shi held Jiang Yu's hand as they walked.

The force was getting tighter and tighter, and the joints of his fingers hurt. Jiang Yu squinted and saw the man's side face was abnormally cold and hard under the dim light, which seemed dangerous, so he moved his wrist without pulling away.

"Did you hear something?"

Zhang Shi looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

Jiang Yu raised the hand that was tightly held by him, and sneered, "The sound of bones breaking."

After a while, Zhang Shi said, "Tighten up."

Hearing that he didn't realize it at all, and seemed to be afraid that the house pet would run away, Jiang Yu sneered, "Do you want to buy a collar to put around my neck?"

Zhang Shi frowned, as if he was really considering the feasibility of this proposal, making Jiang Yu sweat.

At night, Jiang Yu was awakened by the rapid breathing in his ears, he turned on the bedside lamp and saw the sleeping man's face was covered with fine sweat, his brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were parted, and he was muttering something anxiously.

Jiang Yu leaned closer to listen, vaguely as if not to go.

Just when Jiang Yu was about to get closer, the man woke up with a start, his eyes were briefly confused, he raised his eyebrows, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhang Shi lowered his eyelids and panted heavily, his lips were pursed into a straight line, his sweaty hair was pressed against his forehead, and his outline was even deeper.

"Take the medicine." Jiang Yu picked up the water from the cabinet and handed it to him, "I'll keep the lights on for a while."

After Zhang Shi took the medicine, he was soaked in sweat.He took off his wet nightgown, went to take a shower, and came back to hold Jiang Yu in his arms, smelling the scent of his body, and finally relaxed his tense nerves.

"You won't leave me, will you?"

After a long time without getting a response, Zhang Shi propped himself up to look, and it turned out that the person in his arms had fallen asleep at some point.

Zhang Shi kissed Jiang Yu's hair, his arms tightened.

When Jiang Yu woke up the next day, Zhang Shi had already gone to the company. He picked up the ring on his neck and played with it for a while, but suddenly felt bored. It would be better to wear this ring on anyone than him.

Jiang Yu put his arms behind his head as a pillow, half-closed his eyes and thought about something.

Mental Hospital Visiting Room

A window near the corner was a young man wearing a peaked cap, with a few light-colored scars on his handsome face, sitting there with his shoulders slightly tucked in, looking a little lonely.

Inside, two male nurses dragged a comatose man out, pushed him on a chair, and rudely rolled up his closed eyelids with their thumbs, "No. 835, someone is here to see you."

The young man smiled, "Brother Kun, I'm here to see you."

The man's body was slightly fat, his eyelids were turned upwards vigorously, revealing a piece of white, and the contours of his face couldn't find the coldness before, and some were just silly.

An Yi pursed his lips, he knew that this man would be able to spend his old age here smoothly, because Zhang Shi hoped that the man would live as long as possible.

"Brother Kun, I have to go."

An Yi suddenly grabbed Zhang Weikun's hand, bit out a blood mark on it, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth, "I hate you."

Seeing the back of Zhang Weikun's hand oozing blood of different shades, but he didn't react at all, still looking dazed, An Yi couldn't help laughing, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, but was wiped away in an instant.

"Goodbye."

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When Jiang Yu got up, he found that the atmosphere in the house was not right, everyone put their eyes on him, even the Alaska in the garden was made to run around by this atmosphere.

Jiang Yu frowned after taking a mouthful of tofu flower, "Wang Ma, there is too much sugar."

The cook Wang Ma smiled, "It is said on TV that eating more sugar can make you feel better."

"..." Jiang Yu covered his forehead, did he seem to be in a bad mood?

Jiang Yu went to the study with his notebook in his arms, and found a comfortable place to look up information. Ever since he accidentally proposed a plan for Zhang Shi, the other party handed over the whole project to him.

How does a mental patient who has been hospitalized for more than 20 years understand this? Zhang Shi never asks, and it is even more impossible for Jiang Yu to talk about his bizarre soul travel history with him.

When Jiang Yu finished his work, it was dark outside. He looked at his watch, and it was already past 07:30. He was wondering why the people who usually go home on time hadn’t come back yet, when he saw a person at the door Sneaky, he pressed his forehead helplessly, "Uncle Zhong, what's the matter?"

"The third young master called back to say that there is an entertainment." Uncle Zhong secretly looked at Jiang Yu's face, and said slowly, "I have to come back later."

You're going to die, the third young master is really serious, why do you have to be ashamed at this time.

Jiang Yu pulled the chair, put on his coat with a cold face, took the car keys and went out.

Wang Ma trotted to Uncle Zhong, wiping her hands on the apron, "Do you think the third young master can crush Mr. Jiang to death?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head, "It's hard to say."

He had already discovered that Mr. Jiang's status in the family was higher than that of the third young master, and the way they got along was very strange.

Zhong Bo coughed. At least one thing he was sure of was that Mr. Jiang was the one lying down there. Several times he "accidentally" passed by and heard those voices, and he was not reserved at all.

Wang Ma snorted, "Do you want to take out the cake?"

"Put it in their room."

Zhongbo's eyes were strange, "No matter what sounds you hear at night..."

"Pretend not to hear." Wang Ma narrowed her finely lined eyes with a smile, "I understand."

In the office, the man sitting in front of a pile of documents held his pen in one hand, his eyes glanced at the mobile phone next to him from time to time, a little absent-minded.

There were footsteps outside the door, and when he saw the person walking in, the pen in the man's hand fell off, and his face showed a rare astonishment.

Jiang Yu propped his hands on both sides of the table, leaned his upper body forward, and stared intently, "Is this what you call socializing?"

Zhang Shi lowered his head and straightened his cuffs to hide the emotion in his eyes.

He was afraid that Uncle Zhong and the others would celebrate his birthday when he went back, but he would be ignored by the other party and lose face, so he simply found an excuse to avoid it.

Jiang Yu moved closer and stretched out his fingers to rub.Rubbing his lips, "Huh?"

More than half of his thoughts were affected by the finger on his lips, and Zhang Shi said without blushing, "There was a social event, but I turned it down before the matter was settled."

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, while Zhang Shi remained calm.

"I'm going to dinner, do you want to go?" Jiang Yu patted his head and smiled playfully, "I forgot, you still have things to deal with."

Zhang Shiteng stood up from his chair, put away the documents, without changing his face, "It's over."

Jiang Yu's mouth twitched.

Although it was already April, the night was still very cool, so Jiang Yu and Zhang Shi went to a restaurant they often go to.

Jiang Yu ate the food in the bowl and said casually, "Uncle Zhong said today is your birthday."

Zhang Shi swallowed the food in his mouth, "Yes."

Then there is no text.

Zhang Shi pinched the bridge of his nose, forget it, it was enough to come out to eat with him.

Looking at the neon lights outside the glass window, Jiang Yu suddenly turned his head and asked, "Why don't you order wine?"

Before Zhang Shi could answer, Jiang Yu called the waiter and asked for a bottle.

Zhang Shi didn't take a sip of that bottle of wine, and Jiang Yu poured it down his stomach one cup after another in his arms, making the waiter feel distressed, drinking such an expensive wine was like plain water.

Jiang Yu was drunk, lying on the table drunkenly, his emotions were very agitated, as if he was venting the backlog of things in his heart through the effect of alcohol.

After paying the bill and returning, Zhang Shi put his arm under Jiang Yu's armpit to hug him, let him lean on his body, and walked towards the door with his arm.

Jiang Yu tilted his head, "Who are you?"

The breath sprayed on his face was strong with the smell of alcohol, Zhang Shi took the man who almost hit the door into his arms, and said in a low voice, "You man."

"My man?" Jiang Yu's lips curled up, and he smiled wickedly, "Go away."

"What a mess, I don't have a fucking man." Jiang Yu snorted irritablely, and staggered forward.

Although he knew that he would be different from usual when he was drunk, and even though he was prepared, Zhang Shi was still a little dazed, he stretched out his hand sullenly, and said, "Come home with me."

"No!" Jiang Yu shook his hands and sat on the ground, burying his head in his knees and talking nonsense, "I don't know when I will be able to go home..."

Zhang Shi felt uncomfortable, he squatted down and pulled the drunk unconscious man onto his back, holding him firmly.

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

Zhang Shi walked to the car and was about to open the door, when his ears got wet, he faintly heard the person on his back whispering in his ear, "Happy birthday."