[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Zhang Qi drove directly back to the Nightmare Forest. Although it is an army, it is definitely a miniature city with all the facilities. He took Yang Jing to the army hospital for examination and took a film. As Qi Ya said, the ankle bone There was a crack, but fortunately it was not serious. The doctor had the bone set, sprayed with medicine, tied a bandage, and told him to keep as little activity as possible for a while.

It was dark when the two of them got home.

Yang Jing insisted not to carry Zhang Qi on his back. The latter supported him and walked slowly into the house. Uncle Gao followed suit and reported, "Dinner is ready. I heard from the military seat that you are injured, Young Master Yang. I specially boiled bone soup to make up for it, and it will heal quickly."

Yang Jing was going to be a little languid now, so he gave a absent-minded acknowledgment.

Zhang Qi led Yang Jing back to the room. Yang Jing focused all his attention on his feet and didn't pay attention. It wasn't until he sat on the sofa that he realized that this was Zhang Qi's room.

"I want to take a shower."

"Take a shower first." The voices of the two sounded almost simultaneously, and Zhang Qi paused for a while as he undressed.

Yang Jing's face was ashamed, as if he had rolled in a mud puddle, his face was full of gangsters, and his hair was all knotted. As soon as he sat down, he stood up again and walked slowly to the bathroom. I still regard Zhang's house as "other people's house", so I didn't think about whether it was the bathroom in my room or the bathroom in Zhang Qi's room.

"May I help you?" Zhang Qi hesitated for a while, his voice was a little stiff.

Yang Jing turned around and looked at him like a monster, "Help me? What are you helping me for? I just had a broken bone in one foot, not a broken limb."

After speaking, he limped and walked in.

The bathroom in Zhang Qi’s room is very big, almost as big as a guest room. It is estimated that the person who designed the villa originally wanted to design that kind of luxurious bathroom, but Zhang Qi is old-fashioned, with a rectangular bathtub against the wall and a shower next to it. In the room, there was a set of black cabinets on the wall, neatly stacked with clean bath towels.In the direction opposite to it, separated by a half wall, there is a toilet. Opposite the toilet is the sink. There are washing utensils on the shelf, and then there are no more. It seems that the middle of the bathroom is empty, and a mahjong table can be placed. open.

Yang Jing took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, got into the shower, turned on the hot water, and the fine water poured down from the top, instantly warming Yang Jing's chilly body, he squeezed a little shampoo on his hand, scratched In his hair, he felt layers of sand on his palms. After rinsing off the foam, he had to wash it again. White mist poured out along the glass door. After a while, the bathroom was full of fragrance.

After taking a bath, Yang Jing sighed comfortably, but the soreness on his body was magnified, and any movement he made would cause dull muscle pain. He took a bath towel from the cabinet, and unexpectedly remembered the last time he was in the In the dormitory, in order to tease Zhang Qi, he ran out naked like an exhibitionist, and even said a very forceful line.

The corners of Yang Jing's mouth curled up unconsciously, thinking of Zhang Qi's reaction at that time, he couldn't help but laugh.This time he didn't have the energy to joke anymore, after wiping his body, he tied up the towel before going out.

He was barefoot, leaving a row of wet footprints.

Zhang Qi had already changed into casual clothes, and was talking to Uncle Gao, seeing Yang Jing coming out, both of them looked over at the same time, the former frowned unconsciously, looking at Yang Jing's exposed skin.

There were bruises and bruises on Yang Jing's chest, which were caused when he was tied up by vines. After the hot water evaporated, it became more and more obvious. Two spots on Yang Jing's forehead and the corners of his mouth also appeared, which looked very tragic, like Was beaten up.

Uncle Gao obviously didn't pay attention to this, he glanced at Yang Jing apologetically, "It was my negligence, so I'll get the pajamas for Young Master Yang."

Yang Jing didn't have such advanced habits. Although Uncle Gao had prepared pajamas for him long ago, he never wore them once. In the past, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he always wore a pair of shorts. so comfortable.

Uncle Gao swiftly entered the next room, Zhang Qi's eyes were still on Yang Jing, and he said in a deep voice, "I'll take you for a body check tomorrow."

Yang Jing was really not used to Zhang Qi like this, he stroked his hair, his palms were wet again, and said indifferently, "No, it's nothing serious."

At this time, Uncle Gao came back with brand new pajamas, Yang Jing took it, first put on the jacket, then sat on the sofa and put on the pants, being extra careful when stretching his right leg.

After he finished dressing, Uncle Gao said, "I'll serve the meal right away."

Zhang Qi walked to another sofa chair and sat down. After a while, someone came up with food and spread it on the small round table between the two of them.

Yang Jing was indeed hungry. Looking at the tempting dishes in front of him, a lot of saliva was secreted from his mouth. He picked up the chopsticks and devoured them hungrily. The injuries on his body did not affect his appetite at all.Zhang Qi also knew what kind of person he was, so he stopped saying hello, but started to eat silently.

After eating, the servants removed the dishes, and the smell of food was still lingering in the room. Uncle Gao walked to the door and turned on the ventilation function.

Yang Jing yawned contentedly. Feeling drowsy, his voice dropped from its usual sharpness, and he said lazily, "I'm going back to sleep."

That's what he said, but he didn't bother to move slowly, he was still spread out in the soft sofa chair, thinking about sitting for a while, and getting up after sitting for a while, but his eyelids were slow.It drooped down, and finally closed softly, with its head tilted, and fell asleep.

Seeing him, Uncle Gao lowered his voice and asked, "Shall I send Young Master Yang back to his room?"

Zhang Qi still looked at Yang Jing who curled up into a ball and slid down again, and said lightly: "No, you go down."

Uncle Gao nodded calmly, then left the room and closed the door gently.

Zhang Qi sat on the chair for a while, the room was quiet as if time stood still, when Yang Jing fell asleep, he stood up and walked over, bent over to pick him up.

Dissatisfied with being disturbed, Yang Jing waved his hand and slapped Zhang Qi's arm violently, muttering, before he woke up, he was already put on the bed.

At night, Yang Jing really wasn't used to sleeping with his clothes on. It was a little hot with the quilt covered, and a little cold without the quilt. He tore off his shirt in a daze, and stuffed it in a ball by the pillow, then closed his eyes and took off his pants. Kicking to the ground, he forgot about the injury to his right ankle, flashed for a moment, the slight pain shocked him in his sleep, but Yang Jing was too sleepy, so he snorted twice, rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next day, when Yang Jing woke up, Zhang Qi was no longer in the room, so he thought he had gone out, but at noon, he came back to the room and had dinner with Yang Jing.

Afterwards, Yang Jing and Zhang Qi have maintained this kind of work and rest. The two met more often and communicated more, but facing Zhang Qi's stuffy mouth, most of the time they were cold.

One day in the study, Zhang Qi sat behind the desk, carefully looking at the documents in his hand, with a serious expression as if he was facing some difficult problem.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Zhang Qi said "Come in", and a woman in military uniform walked in from the outside. The woman had neat short hair and a pair of boundless eyes on the bridge of her nose. A strict person, somewhat similar to Zhang Qi.

"This is the document approved by the superior to develop the cave in the mine." The woman said, her voice was business-like without fluctuations.

"En." Zhang Qi glanced at the table and motioned for her to put it on.

The woman walked over and put the document on the table. She took a step back but didn't leave. Obviously she still had something to say, Zhang Qi rubbed the document with one hand and looked at her.

She pushed her glasses, "The higher-ups deliberately made things difficult, and didn't want to entrust us with the task of cave development. The new project of the Academy of Sciences is to extract evolutionary DNA from the bodies of mutated beasts. Snake's idea."

"kindness."

"This time, the Wuluo army is fighting for this cave, and the youngest daughter of the Yang family is engaged to the third son of General Jiang."

"En?" Zhang Qi's voice finally rose slightly.

The woman pushed her glasses again, "No matter how you say it, Yang Jing is the young master of the Yang family and Yang Ting's own son, and the Academy of Sciences has recently used this relationship to try to get a hand in our side, military seat, with all due respect. , Yang Jing is really not a suitable marriage partner, if Zhang Jian said that in order to restrain the Academy of Sciences..."

Speaking of this, the woman bit her lips angrily, "I didn't expect the Academy of Sciences to treat Yang Jing as an abandoned son, and finally gave up treatment on the army seat. This time the army seat woke up by itself, but they didn't know how to restrain themselves. If this is the case, what's the matter?" Is it necessary to maintain this relationship with Yang Jing?"

Zhang Qi glanced at her and said lightly, "Yang Jing and I are already married."

The woman couldn't help but sneered. She had followed Zhang Qi for many years and thought she knew him well. She also said that women's thoughts are more delicate than men's. Her voice suddenly became sharp, "The military seat has a sense of responsibility for such a person. Don't you find it ridiculous?"

Zhang Qi stared at her firmly, and said in a tense voice, "If he enters Zhang's house, I will take on the responsibility of my husband."

The woman took a step back unconsciously, her face turned red first, and then suddenly turned white, but she quickly adjusted, stretched out her hand and pushed her glasses, she looked back to normal, but her voice was broken, "I overstepped."

Zhang Qi didn't expose it easily this time, and said coldly: "The matter between me and him is not for others to interfere."

The woman could hear her heart bleeding, she bit the flesh on both sides of her mouth tightly, and said mechanically: "Yes, I will back down first."

Zhang Qien let out a sigh.

The woman couldn't wait to turn around and go out. The moment she closed the door, she lowered her head in embarrassment, unable to take another step, and stayed there for a while, until a cynical voice sounded from the front: "Han Ping!"

Han Ping raised her head, her eyes almost burst into flames, wishing to be burned to death by those who came over, "See Zhang!"

Zhang Jian raised his eyebrows, patted her on the shoulder naturally, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Han Ping waved his hand away with a snap, and her expression returned to a serious and rigid expression, "I have nothing to do, I'll go first." After she finished speaking, she walked away without waiting for Zhang Jian to speak.

Zhang Jian looked at the closed study door and at the leaving figure, and laughed again.