Fatty

Or the cigarettes someone else handed him.

Ji Jie stabilized his breathing rate and closed his eyes.I thought what time is this?Did he just come home?

Ji Jie was still thinking about something, but for some reason, he felt the man slowly holding his left hand.Ji Jie almost tried his best not to let those hands tremble, and kept curling up naturally.

In fact, he really wanted to grab that person back suddenly, tightly, and then ask: Where have you been these days?Do you still care about our family?

But Ji Jie didn't speak, nor did he shake off the man's hand.Ji Jie didn't want to talk to him, and didn't want to quarrel during the Chinese New Year, so he thought it would be better to pretend to be asleep.

That person was Ji Wencheng who hadn't been at home for nearly a month.Ji Wencheng should have just rushed back from the outside, still wearing a black down jacket, with air-conditioning on his body, but the hands holding Ji Jie are rough and warm.

Ji Wencheng carefully put Ji Jie's hand on his face, and coincidentally, that place was exactly the skin where Ji Jie received the infusion that day.

Ji Jie was silent, and the indescribable anger in his body was almost unbearable to erupt.

But in the next second, Ji Wencheng suddenly said something softly.Ji Jie was appeased immediately, he was lying on his back, his breathing was not smooth, his throat seemed to be choked.But the left hand that was held was safely in the palm of his father, as if only that part was still asleep.

Until Ji Wencheng walked out of Ji Jie's room, Ji Jie didn't show that he had woken up, and didn't burst out any negative words in his heart.

Ji Wencheng only said six words.

He says--