God, your chapter H has been locked by me

Wei Ning thought for a moment that he had an auditory hallucination, but when he staggered to open the door, he began to completely doubt whether he was still awake...

"Why are you here, editor-in-chief?"

"Da Qi told me that some people can't take care of themselves." The editor-in-chief walked into the dormitory unceremoniously, put a bag of breakfast on the table, and glanced at his watch: "After eating, I will send you to the exam."

"Qi... What did Brother Qi say?"

The editor-in-chief looked up and glanced at Wei Ning: "What? Is there another version?"

"No, no!" Wei Ning shook his head hurriedly, regardless of what Brother Qi said, if he wanted to trick the editor-in-chief, he must be at a disadvantage, so he just didn't mention it and let this matter go.Wei Ning sat down at the table and ate soy milk fritters in suspense.

"Editor, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not in the habit of eating breakfast."

"Uh, it's not good for your health if you don't eat breakfast, your stomach is broken..."

"trouble."

"Isn't it more troublesome if you have a physical problem..." Wei Ning muttered, and suddenly realized that he was stared at. He choked up, and hurriedly said: "Anyway, I also buy breakfast every day, can I give you a little?"

"You're kind of helpful."

"That's right!" Wei Ning said haha, and his eyes fell on the editor-in-chief again. Speaking of being helpful, isn't the editor-in-chief very happy... After taking a bite of the fritters, Wei Ning tentatively asked: "Editor-in-chief, come to me Is it okay with the magazine office?"

"The last issue was a joint issue. There was nothing to do at the end of the year, and half of the people went home."

"When are you going home, editor-in-chief?"

"Tickets for the day after tomorrow."

Wei Ning said oh, the editor-in-chief will be home for the New Year the day after tomorrow, and at this time he should be busy cleaning up the work, tidying up the house here, buying gifts for the family, and so on, but he came here to take care of him Are disabled people really good?

It is said that there is nothing to be courteous about, adultery or stealing, this saying applies to Wei Ning, that is, if one day the boss suddenly treats you very well, then the cliff will either try to cheat on you or cheat on you!

To be honest, Wei Ning was a little flattered.

"Finish?" The editor-in-chief knocked on the edge of the bowl, Wei Ning recovered and nodded.

"Then let's go!" the editor-in-chief said, picking up Wei Ning's bag, and the two went out one after the other. The editor-in-chief walked beside Wei Ning, and when he got on the elevator, he naturally used his body to protect Wei Ning in a corner , to prevent the students from going up and down to squeeze him.Wei Ning has to admit that the editor-in-chief is more than 1.8 meters tall, and when he looks like a gentleman with a cold expression, he is so handsome, he is like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix!Having such a person as a bodyguard for me is really a face!

Wei Ning was struggling with vanity and guilt. The editor-in-chief had already parked the car downstairs in the dormitory. As soon as Wei Ning looked up, he saw the editor-in-chief patted his mount with a domineering expression on his face: "Get in the car!"

"Editor-in-Chief, where did you get that broken [-] bicycle?" Wei Ning was stunned. The two army green [-] bicycles with girders in front of him looked like they came from the post office. No leverage at all.

"I bought it for 80 yuan from the car repair shop outside your dormitory building."

"..."

"You want me to drive you to the test site in a Land Rover?"

Wei Ning coughed in embarrassment: "That's a bit high-key..." But let's not be so low-key?

"Get in the car! Hurry up!" the editor-in-chief urged again.

Wei Ning walked over limping, glanced at the corner of his mouth: "But your car doesn't even have a rear hanger, should I just sit on the beam?" Wei Ning looked at the editor-in-chief's expression of course, and sighed deeply. Holding crutches, sitting sideways on the beam.

The editor-in-chief followed and sat on the car seat, and the moment Wei Ning put his hands on the handlebars, Wei Ning was directly wrapped in his arms. Wei Ning awkwardly grabbed the middle of the handlebars, and the editor-in-chief's chest was pressed against his back. The temperature of the two people was passing each other. The taste is also intertwined: "Hold on." The editor-in-chief's voice was very close, and the warm breath between the words had already brushed Wei Ning's ears, and Wei Ning's heart was beating wildly.

"Is this bike strong?" Before the words finished, the editor-in-chief was already riding, the cold wind hit his face, Wei Ning shrank his neck, suddenly the bike made a creaking sound, and the bottom of his buttocks vibrated as if a fat-removing machine was installed.

"It hurts, it hurts... editor-in-chief, the shock absorption system of your car is too bad!" Wei Ning suddenly yelled.

Originally, the editor-in-chief's starting point for riding a bicycle was to let Wei Ning's legs straighten and the wound would not be stretched and hurt, but now it made him hurt even more.Wei Ning looked desperately at the potholed ground. When did this road start to be built?Why don't you hurry up and lay asphalt!

Because of the bumpy road, Wei Ning's legs were hurting throughout the exam. After finally finishing the exam, he was already in a cold sweat.Following the classmates filing out of the classroom, the editor-in-chief was standing in the corridor waiting for him, Wei Ning was stunned, the editor-in-chief had already walked up to him.

"How about the legs?"

It can be seen that the editor-in-chief feels guilty.Wei Ning puffed up his chest and said, "It must be fine, I'm in good health!" As he said, he abducted him and showed it to the editor-in-chief.

Sweat dripped down Wei Ning's face, he gritted his teeth, suddenly there was an obstacle in front of him, the editor-in-chief blocked him with his back: "Come up."

"..."

The editor-in-chief turned his head, his eyes could not refuse: "Or do you want me to hug you?"

Wei Ning immediately obediently lay on the editor-in-chief's back.

The thigh was dragged, and the editor-in-chief carried Wei Ning on his back and walked out of the teaching building under the surprised eyes of the students. Wei Ning buried his face on the editor-in-chief's back, wishing to disappear directly from the world.

"Wrong way..." Wei Ning made a muffled protest.

"Go to the hospital."

"I'm really fine! I beg you, go back to the dormitory first!" Wei Ning looked embarrassed, the hospital was still far away, he kept this posture and wandered around the school, and he will not be a fool in the future!

The editor-in-chief didn't speak, but still sent him back to the dormitory according to Wei Ning's wishes, and put him on the chair. The editor-in-chief didn't take off his coat, so he started asking: "Let me see if I take off my pants."

"No...is it used?"

"Alright, I'll carry you to the hospital now and let the doctor see it."

Wei Ning frowned, and resigned himself to his fate: "Okay, okay, I can take it off..." He stood up while supporting the table, lowered his head and unbuttoned his trousers. The thigh was injured and he had no choice but to I took off my trousers and thermal pants, and only wore underwear.

Wei Ning's thigh was badly injured, the cut was as long as a palm, and the gauze alone was wrapped several times, like a high stocking.The gauze was clean and there was no sign of bleeding, Wei Ning himself was relieved.He raised his head and found that the editor-in-chief was frowning and staring at his thigh. Wei Ning was a little embarrassed: "Are you all right? I put it on?"

The editor-in-chief suddenly approached and squatted down, and stretched out his hand to touch Wei Ning's thigh. Even though the gauze was through, this kind of groping was indeed too extreme. Wei Ning dodged for a while, and the editor-in-chief looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"

Wei Ning hummed, in fact it was more than pain, his whole left leg was hot: "Don't touch it..."

"I feel a little swollen." The editor-in-chief measured Wei Ning's left leg with both hands, and then went to measure his right leg. His slightly cool palm touched Wei Ning's warm thigh, and Wei Ning's muscles immediately tensed up.

"It's been like this since yesterday, it's okay!" Wei Ning suddenly pulled away the editor-in-chief's hand, quickly lifted up his trousers, and yanked up the zipper.

"Uh..." The zipper was pulled halfway and suddenly stopped moving. Wei Ning looked down and felt as if he wanted to die. He fucking caught his panties!

"Do you want my help?" The editor-in-chief was also stunned.

"..." Can someone teach him how to instantly turn into a butterfly and fly away?

"Editor-in-chief...that...can you avoid it for a while?" Wei Ning was really embarrassed to talk about that place in front of the editor-in-chief, and he looked at the editor-in-chief for help.

The editor-in-chief suddenly laughed, he stood up, reached out and patted Wei Ning's head lightly: "Heh...you take your time, I'll go buy a meal first."

In fact, Wei Ning hasn't reached the point where he can't take care of himself. He just can't take long walks. He can simply make instant noodles, wash up and so on. Naturally, the editor-in-chief doesn't spend all day with him, waiting for him. Left after eating.Wei Ning then heaved a sigh of relief, he read the textbook for a while boredly, and then the second child's safety call came.

"You said your leg is disabled?" The second child yelled out when he heard about Wei Ning's injury: "What the hell is going on, can you still take care of yourself now? Does my mother know? Are your sexual functions okay?"

"Fuck you, uncle!" Wei Ning wished he could travel across the past and strangle the bitch, the second son, "Why did I make such a bad friend like you!"

"Cut! Which real friend will take care of you now?"

"My boss……"

"Fuck! Is there something wrong with his brain!"

"You have a problem with your brain! I have performed well at work and won the trust and respect of my boss. In other words, my leg was injured because of work..."

"Fuck! Work injury! How much did your boss pay?"

"what?"

"Don't tell me you paid for it yourself..."

There was a brief silence.

"Fuck, Wei Ning, you're out of your mind! Your leg was chopped off at work, and your editor-in-chief didn't pay you a penny? Why do you have the nerve to show off when someone comes to take care of you? This is what he should be! He is you The employer, he has to be responsible for the injuries you suffer at work!"

It seems... that's the truth...

Wei Ning was made to cry again by himself. He was too embarrassed to bother the editor-in-chief just now, and he kept asking him to go back to work because he wanted to participate in Touching China?

After some more nonsense with the second child, Wei Ning hung up the phone with a displeased face, and threw the phone on the bed, no matter what he thought, why did he feel that he was at a loss.

Why don't you take the opportunity to trick the editor-in-chief, what a mistake!

Those who dare to love come here because they feel ashamed, so boring!

But even as the second child said, the editor-in-chief is not the kind of person who is so short of money, and he can definitely ask other colleagues to come over to take care of him or something. At least he came in person to show that he still cares about him, right?

Wei Ning thought about it, but suddenly froze.

Wait a minute... Why did he have to find so many reasons to convince himself that the editor-in-chief left the caretaker because he cared about him?It's almost as if... is he expecting the editor-in-chief to care about himself?