[ABO] is falling into the arms

Cheng Qin took Yan Jinxiao's hand and got out of the parking lot, all the way grumpy: "You did it on purpose, didn't you? Cut the shards of glass into the palm of your hand!"

"Stinky boy, you can't let me save myself. I suspect that you have a brain hole and self-abuse!"

"You are not allowed to go to training tomorrow, until your hand is healed."

Yan Jinxiao said: "Now it's pheromone immunity training every day, a little injury, it doesn't matter."

Uncle Cheng stopped abruptly, and was about to explode in anger. He said sharply, "Didn't I understand what I told you? Don't go!"

Yan didn't see Uncle Cheng lose his temper so much tonight, so he hugged his waist from behind and coaxed, "Okay, I won't go to training, so Uncle Cheng won't get angry, okay?" Uncle Cheng's waist is so soft, it should be easy to pinch.

Cheng Qin frowned, looked at his blood-stained hands, and became more and more irritable: "If this happens again in the future, what the hell am I..."

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't find the right words. What else could Yan Jinxiao be afraid of?I had to shut up.

Yan Jinxiao put his head on his neck: "Uncle Cheng..."

Cheng Qin felt that his voice was unexpectedly low, slightly hoarse, and the heat was scalding from the collar of his suit to his back. Cheng Qin was startled and wanted to break off the hands on his waist, but Yan Jinxiao hugged him tightly: "Uncle Cheng, I……"

I like you, I love you.

But the hot words couldn't pass through his throat, he foresaw that once he revealed his thoughts, he would push Uncle Cheng away.

"what happened?"

Puzzled as to why Yan Jinxiao became so concerned about gains and losses today, Cheng Qin patted his uninjured hand, but this seemed to give Yan Jinxiao a signal that he could act recklessly.

Cheng Qin felt that he was hugging him even tighter, like being bound by iron arms.

"Although I am a latecomer, I must be a latecomer." Yan Jinxiao said softly but firmly.

Cheng Qin smiled, are all members of the Yan family so confident?

"Of course, Yan is the most powerful tonight."

It seemed that his Uncle Cheng had misunderstood him, Yan Jinyan hugged him even tighter, he wanted to restrain himself and restrain himself, forbear and look forward to it.

Suppressed by Yan Jinxiao's pheromones, Cheng Qin had to bend down to bear his hug, "Put away your pheromones, get in the car, and go to Luen Clinic."

"No." I just want to hold you like this.

"I'll go as soon as I say!" Cheng Qin frowned and began to struggle.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go."

In the clinic.

Dr. Luen used tweezers to help him tweeze out the fine glass slag, turned around to take the sterile cotton, helplessly: "I am also an award-winning doctor of medicine, old man, how come I became your personal doctor."

"There's a lot of nonsense, just watch it if I ask you to." Cheng Qin took an orange on the table and peeled it off. He knew that Yan likes to eat oranges tonight.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is exploitation." Luen complained.

"It's so sour." Cheng Qin broke off a piece of orange and fed it to Yan Jinxiao.

Luen quietly rolled his eyes: "Xiu En'ai goes home."

He helped Yan Jinxiao wrap the gauze, looked at his hands and sighed: "This hand is really beautiful."

Cheng Qin knew that Yan Jinxiao's hands were beautiful, but this was the first time he had looked at Yan Jinxiao's hands carefully. Indeed, they were admirable hands.

Generally, hands with ten fingers are slender, but most of them are round and thick. Although they are beautiful, they are a little rough. Even if they have both, they will have wide finger joints and protruding knuckles. No beauty.

Only the knuckles of Yan Jinxiao's hand are evenly jointed, the phalanx and the skin are well coordinated, and the edge of the palm is slightly red. Because of years of training, the fingertips are elegant but powerful. From the finger to the wrist, it is filled with the vigorous heat of young people. , The cocoons in the tiger's mouth are unexpectedly harmonious. In a few years, the joints of these hands will be more distinct, and they will be more noble and slender. They are destined to be the hands that call the wind and the rain.

"Ahem!" Luen coughed twice.

Cheng Qin came back to his senses and gave him a push: "What the hell, are you using hand control?"

Luen pouted her lips, with a look of grievance and resignation: "Who is watching? In terms of hand control, you are the president of this association."

The reason why the two of them knew each other was because they met at the hand control bar. Cheng Qin is a heavy hand controler, a very serious kind.

"Uncle Cheng is using hand control." Yan Jinxiao looked at Cheng Qin, who met his gaze and turned away uncomfortably: "Just a little bit."

Manual control, this is a secret, even Yan Jinxiao doesn't know it, he has been hiding it very well.

Cheng Qin was rubbing the sofa with his palms, wishing he could have a toothbrush in his hand to clean Luen's big mouth!

Yan Jinxiao lowered his eyes and smiled.

On the other side, watching the video that Secretary Fang sent to him, Mr. Yan frowned, with a heavy expression on his face.

In the video, Yan Jinxiao looks at Cheng Qin so clearly. He knows his son's character, Yan Cheng's own stubbornness and affection, combined with Gu Qinglan's seriousness and introversion, he will not let go of what he believes.

Therefore, Mr. Yan had no idea how to deal with this problem. It was the first time he felt so troubled about one thing.