Dressed as the cannon fodder rival of the disabled president

In the morning, because of numbness in his legs, Yan Zhongxiu woke up suddenly, his heart sank suddenly.

He opened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, trying to relax.

But the familiar feeling of losing control, but he was unwilling to let him go, nailed into his temple, making him sweat coldly.

He had expected this day, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Yan Zhongxiu glanced at his body, Jiang You rolled to the edge of the bed wrapped in a thin blanket, and the distance showed 1.12M.

He was lying flat, his eyes were full of waves, and in just a few seconds, there were no waves.

Carrying him, cooking for him, bathing him, taking him for a walk, picking him up...all done.

After a long while, Yan Zhongxiu stood up sideways, and gently stretched his arm towards Jiang You. The moment he touched him, he heard a beep.

He withdrew his hand and tried several times.

After confirming, before Jiang You woke up, he got off the bed lightly.

Yan Zhongxiu stared at the flowing numbers, and his legs could still walk, but the farther away from Jiang You, the more numb his perception and the more difficult it was to walk.

Different from the time when he was close to Jiang You, he was always testing how close to Jiang You to stand up, but now he wants to know how far away from Jiang You can stand.

By the time I reached the elevator entrance on the fourth floor, my back was already soaked.

Yan Zhongxiu's eyes sank slightly, and he went into the bathroom.

Jiang You woke up and heard the sound of water, picked up the phone and took a look, it was less than 6:30.

After he changed his clothes, Yan Zhongxiu came out from inside, his tight and plump chest muscles were exposed from the wide open collar, shaking his face.

Jiang You calmed himself down, his eyes fell on his knees: "Does your leg hurt recently?"

"It doesn't hurt, don't worry." Yan Zhongxiu smiled lightly, and helped him to smooth the raised hair on the back of his head with his fingers.

Thinking in his heart, he is about to return to the wheelchair, how should he vaccinate Jiang You?

Jiang You lifted the corner of his bathrobe, lightly touched the scar on his knee, raised his head and said, "You can't lie to me."

drop!Brain alarms go off.

Yan Zhongxiu hummed, his gaze as calm as water: "I'm not lying to you, I will tell you the pain."

But he thought that there should be no more pain in the future.

In view of his performance last time, Yan Zhongxiu's credibility in this matter was pitifully low.

Jiang You asked for his assurance again and again before he was willing to wash up.

Yan Zhongxiu tested it, and he couldn't stand 20 meters away from Jiang You.

He could only contact his assistant in advance, thankfully the wheelchair was in the car, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to get out of the house today.

When the assistant arrived, he was shocked by the Yan family's hilltop villa, and then stunned by Yan Zhongxiu's actions, his pupils were shocked.

Ignoring the assistant's attention, Yan Zhongxiu propped up the back of the chair and moved his upper body to sit on the wheelchair, and then raised his two legs to the pedals.

The assistant didn't dare to say or ask. He had done Yan Zhongxiu's information and knew that he had been in a car accident.

He was just curious, why should he sit in a wheelchair when his legs are fine?

It can be seen that Yan Zhongxiu's movements are not only proficient, but also very realistic.

The way he raised his thigh, it was hard to believe that he was faking it.

Yan Zhongxiu didn't know the assistant's series of mental activities, and the moment he sat back in the wheelchair, it seemed that his body and mind were entangled by vines.

The more he struggled, the tighter the vines locked, piercing the skin and flesh almost to the bone.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless.

The assistant observed his expression from time to time, looked up and found that there were six seconds left on the green light.

The moment he hesitated, he had already stepped on the gas pedal, and seeing that he was about to cross the intersection, a motorcycle suddenly flashed in front of him.

He was so frightened that he slammed the steering wheel immediately.

"Mr. Yan! Hurry up! Grab the handrail!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang, and the car slammed into the parapet.

The rear of the car was tilted up, Yan Zhongxiu was at a loss for a moment, and he fell into the chair defenselessly.

The moment I landed, I realized what had happened, and the scene of the car accident kept flashing back in my mind, and finally became clear.

The assistant jumped out of the car in a panic, opened the door, and tried to help him up.

"I'm sorry, Boss Yan! I'm incapable of doing things! I'm very sorry!" The assistant hurriedly apologized, his face pale: "Let me help you..."

Just a week into his tenure, he had a car accident, and he wished he could chop off his foot on the gas pedal.

"No, I'll do it myself." Yan Zhongxiu got up expressionlessly, stretched his arms, straightened the wheelchair, and sat back.

The motorcycle rider also braked in time, raising his eyebrows through his helmet.

After a pause of two seconds, he started the accelerator and walked away.

The assistant was paying attention to the boss the whole time, and didn't pay attention to the situation behind him. When he saw Yan Zhongxiu's arm bleeding, he slapped himself heavily on the spot.

The arm rubbed against the metal frame of the chair seat, cutting a wound as long as the index finger, and a distinct pain came to his mind.

Yan Zhongxiu was stimulated to become calmer. He looked up at his assistant and said, "Go to the hospital."

He was worried for no reason, and it was resolved now.

"The traffic police should be here soon..." the assistant said.

"No more." Yan Zhongxiu held back the pain, and sincerely praised him: "The driving skills are good."

"I'm sorry! I will be responsible for the medical expenses!"

The assistant was so terrified that he even prepared the draft of the resignation letter in his heart.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yan Zhongxiu finished his tetanus and told the doctor to wrap the gauze as thickly as possible.

The doctor sneered when he heard the words: "Don't worry, I won't be thin!"

The cut is not deep, but it is long and needs to be healed for a period of time.

The traffic police also quickly contacted them and came to the hospital, saying that from the surveillance video, the person who violated the regulations was a motorcycle rider, but that person ran away.

"Let's post the news." Yan Zhongxiu said, "I will pay for the damage to the parapet wall. Now post the news immediately."

The traffic police officer was a little dazed, hearing his indifferent tone, and thought to himself that since he was so generous, why didn't he simply settle the matter and save them trouble.

In the next second, Yan Zhongxiu said flatly: "It doesn't matter if you can't find the person. The important thing is to remind the citizens to pay attention to safety when driving."

"Aww!" The traffic police officer realized it immediately and laughed: "Yes, yes, the news will be posted soon! Here we go!"

He looked at Yan Zhongxiu again, his arms were wrapped in thick gauze, he looked like a celebrity, but it was too cold.

But he is very talkative, so he must be a kind person with a cold face and a warm heart, right?

……

Half an hour later, in the suburban natural scenic area, Shi Nan heard the traffic news.

When he heard the sweet voice announce the complete license plate number, he cursed a curse word.

The staff around cast their gazes at him, and he smiled and said, "It was just a personal act, and it has nothing to do with Jiang You."

Jiang You hadn't started filming yet, half of the makeup on his face was done, and when he heard about it from Shi Nan, he immediately took off the headgear.

His forehead and temples were reddened by his rough actions, and tears were almost torn from his eyes.

Shi Nan hurriedly comforted him: "Don't panic, you say that people are fine, you are also a wife..."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Jiang You frowned, and said, "I'm going to ask the director for leave. Brother Nan, go wait for me in the car."

Yan Yu came back and checked the news a few times, looking at him: "I won't go there..."

"Well, I'll tell your brother, you really want to see him." Jiang You turned around and ran away after speaking.

Yan Yu's expression was complicated: "..."

Lin Ling said, "You don't want to go, why don't you call now and ask?"

"Okay." Yan Yu licked his lips, he still didn't forget the matter of pulling his brother to apologize yesterday, and it was embarrassing to think about it.

When Lin Ling and the others went out, Yan Yu called his brother through WeChat.

I wanted to order a video, so that it would be better to confirm, but he was not embarrassed.

Yan Zhongxiu picked it up quickly, and Yan Yu called out to his second brother: "I heard the traffic news on the morning and evening road section, are you seriously injured?"

"It's not serious." Yan Zhongxiu asked casually, "They all know too?"

"I know, Brother Nan has already sent Jiang You to the company." Yan Yu said.

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhongxiu agreed, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

He heard Yan Zhongxiu say, "Have you contacted Chi Xiao? Didn't you say you wanted to accept his script yesterday?"

"Not yet..." Yan Yu swallowed, his courage was exhausted after he came out of the study yesterday.

It was extremely difficult for him to ask Chi Xiao to pick up the notebook himself.

"Go home for dinner at night, stick to your mother, don't bother Lin Ling every day."

Yan Zhongxiu hung up immediately after finishing speaking, Yan Yu looked in the mirror and laughed abruptly.

Jiang You was sitting in the car, holding the phone tightly, while Shi Nan looked at him from the rearview mirror.

I don't know what's wrong with him and Yan Zhongxiu. They don't like to use mobile phones at critical moments.

Shi Nan saw that his brows were frowning, and the knuckles holding the phone turned white, and said, "At this time, can you respect the function of the phone?"

Jiang You shook his head resolutely, he didn't want to just listen to Yan Zhongxiu's voice, he was eager to see someone.

After suffering for an hour, he got out of the car and started running wildly.

177.46M，161.13M,142……35.19M……8.08……

Jiang You breathed a sigh of relief outside the office door, patted his stiff face, and twisted the doorknob.

Yan Zhongxiu looked up from his desk and saw the young man with a flushed face, he rushed over with a few strides.

Jiang You saw the gauze on his hand at a glance, and his brows had not been loosened all the way, and now the mark between the brows was deeper.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly, and moved his fingers without touching them: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..." Yan Zhongxiu frowned slightly, seeing his red eyes, he regretted asking the doctor to wrap him up thicker.

Jiang You squatted in front of him, took a breath, and took Yan Zhongxiu's leg off the pedal.

While looking at his face, he rolled up his trouser legs.

The knee is a little red and swollen, but other than that, there is no other injury.

Jiang You lowered his head, his tears were pattering down, Yan Zhongxiu's legs trembled slightly, as if his tears were scalding.

He touched his tear-wet face, his intestines turned blue with regret: "Knock it down, it's not serious, don't cry."

Jiang You silently grabbed his hand, wiped his face, his chest pumped twice, and gradually regained his composure.

The grief and anger broke through the threshold, so he couldn't hold back, but he tried his best not to make a sound.

In fact, Yan Zhongxiu didn't need to be vaccinated. He also expected this situation, but he didn't expect it to be caused by a car accident again.

Jiang You finally understood the system's arrangement for the bloody plot.

Yan Zhongxiu's lost chance to walk was not used to shake Yan Zhongxiu, but to threaten him.

"It will be fine." Jiang You looked at Yan Zhongxiu firmly, smiled, and glanced at the documents on his desk.

"My husband also looks good when writing with his left hand."