Mr. Jiang's little trick

Cheng Mu cried and yelled, it was too miserable, Jiang Lin was taken aback, and hurried to comfort him despite being frightened.

But Cheng Mu couldn't listen to the words at this time, and when Jiang Lin met, he just scuffled and ran away, kept saying let me let me go, his voice was almost hoarse.

As a last resort, Jiang Lin got away and ran to turn on the light. Under the bright light, Cheng Mu lay disheveled on the bed, shaking uncontrollably.

Jiang Lin approached slowly, did not touch him, but softly comforted him: "Mu Mu, don't be afraid, it's me, I'm Jiang Lin, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid..."

Cheng Mu probably also came to his senses slowly, his sobs became smaller and smaller, he just curled himself up into a ball, not daring to look at Jiang Lin without answering.

Sitting beside him, Jiang Lin said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious tonight. If Mu Mu doesn't want to do this, then we won't do it in the future, okay?"

He thought Cheng Mu just hated having sex with him, that's why he reacted so violently.

Cheng Mu still didn't answer, Jiang Lin hesitated, and reached out to hug him.

Just when his fingers were about to touch Cheng Mu, Cheng Mu finally spoke with a scary hoarse voice.

"Don't touch it, it's too dirty..." He whispered in a desperate and painful tone, "Jiang Lin, I'm not good enough for you, I'm too dirty, too dirty..."

Uneasiness rose in Jiang Lin's heart, and his smile became more and more forced, "Mu Mu is talking nonsense again, be good, get up and put on your clothes first, or you will catch a cold later."

As he spoke, he went to help Cheng Mu again, but Cheng Mu hurriedly avoided, got up tremblingly, not daring to look at Jiang Lin, went out of the house to pick up the down jacket and put it on.

Jiang Lin followed behind him, and he turned on the light in the living room. Cheng Mu stood stiffly on the spot, his fingers tangled up indiscriminately, fearful and nervous.

"Mu Mu, let me see you, okay?" Jiang Lin stepped forward, stood in front of Cheng Mu, and carefully cupped his drooping face.

Cheng Mu's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were flushed, and tears rolled silently from the corners of his eyes. He looked at Jiang Lin with empty eyes, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Lin felt so distressed that he was about to explode. He hugged Cheng Mu tightly in his arms, and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled.

"Mu Mu... Mu Mu..." He called his name, just like many years ago, when the two were the most loving and happy.

Hearing his call, Cheng Mu's body went from struggling to yielding. He grabbed his collar, and the grievance and pain that had been hidden for many years were like a volcanic eruption, and he could no longer suppress it.

"Jiang Lin, I hate you, I hate you to death!"

"Why don't you come and save me, I've been calling your name, why don't you come and save me..."

"I'm so scared, it's so dark there, I'm the only one, he won't let me go..."

"Mom is dead, no one can save me, Jiang Lin, why don't you come, I'm so scared..."

He buried himself in Jiang Lin's chest and burst into tears, the tears flowed endlessly like a river breaking its embankment, he hammered Jiang Lin's back feebly, and blamed him unreasonably.

Jiang Lin hugged Cheng Mu tightly without arguing. He was not by his side when Cheng Mu encountered difficulties. Let him cry in his arms today, even if it can only relieve his pain a little. It is also worth it.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Lin finished cooking. He knocked on the door of the study and said softly, "Mu Mu, can you come out and have something to eat? You are not full at noon, and if you are hungry at night, your stomach will feel uncomfortable. .”

Just now Cheng Mu hid in the study after crying in his arms. He locked the door and didn't speak or open the door. Jiang Lin persuaded him for a long time, but he still refused to come out.

In fact, Jiang Lin had a key and could open the door at any time, but he was afraid of irritating Cheng Mu, so he didn't dare to rush in.

He didn't know what happened that year, but judging from Cheng Mu's reaction and words, it must not have been a good experience.

Now, only when Cheng Mu calmed down would he have a chance to ask about the situation.

The dishes on the dinner table were cold, Jiang Lin put them in the refrigerator and put them away. He also persuaded Cheng Mu to eat, but he had no appetite at all.

He was leaning on the sofa, next to Cheng Mu's sweater, which he took off from Cheng Mu himself a few hours ago.

If I hadn't been such a jerk tonight, perhaps the accident that followed would not have happened.

Feeling depressed, Jiang Lin took out a cigarette that he hadn't touched for a long time from the drawer. The lighter was ignited, but he looked at the purple-blue flame, and finally put the cigarette back.

Cheng Mu said before that he hated the smell of cigarettes, and since he moved in, Jiang Lin has never touched this thing again.

He and Cheng Mu will be together for a long time, so it's best to quit smoking.

It was snowing outside again in the early morning, and Jiang Lin leaned on the sofa without sleep all night.

At 07:30 in the morning, he called his secretary to ask for leave, and asked him to come to him again if he had urgent matters.

Cheng Mu still didn't come out of the study, Jiang Lin knocked on the door again, "Mu Mu, don't hide by yourself anymore, you can tell me anything on your mind, you know?"

There was still no movement inside, Jiang Lin was worried and anxious, and said, "Mu Mu, if you don't respond again, I will force my way in."

There was still deathly silence, Jiang Lin thought something must have happened, took out the key, opened the door and rushed in.

The door was opened, the curtains were blown by the airflow, the windows were not closed, and the air conditioner was not turned on. The temperature inside the room was not much different from that outside.

Cheng Mu curled up on the small sofa, his lips were purple, but his forehead was terribly hot. He had a high fever and passed out.

Jiang Lin swears a dirty word, picks up Cheng Mu and rushes out of the house.

With a high fever and stomach pain, the body was as cold as ice. Under the thin T-shirt were old scars of different sizes. Doctors and nurses all looked at Jiang Lin with disgust.

After infusing the fluid, the high fever gradually subsided, but Cheng Mu hadn't woken up yet.

Jiang Lin sat in front of the hospital bed with a solemn expression. He held Cheng Mu's hand and his eyes fell on his wrist.

Scars of different thicknesses were white and raised, criss-crossing on the thin white wrist, like graffiti drawn by a child with a pen.

Cheng Mu cut his wrist more than once.

On the hospital bed, Cheng Mu's face was pale, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly. Even in his sleep, he could not be at peace, and there was never a moment that was not in pain.

Jiang Lin put his hands under the quilt, got up and went out, and came to the end of the corridor, his cold eyes seemed to merge with the wind and snow outside the window.

He made two phone calls, one was to Shi Pei, telling him that Cheng Mu was hospitalized; the other was to Luo Xuan, who had a lot of connections, and he wanted to ask him to investigate something.

After making the phone call, Jiang Lin went back to the ward and stayed by Cheng Mu's side until Shi Pei came over.

Seeing Cheng Mu who fell ill, Shi Pei couldn't help crying, Jiang Lin didn't have time to comfort her, because he was also upset.

Fortunately, Shi Pei calmed down quickly, and roughly understood what happened last night with Jiang Lin. She bit her lip, cursed several times, and finally gritted her teeth: "It's all to blame for that bastard!"

Jiang Lin took the opportunity to ask, "Who are you talking about?"

Shi Pei wiped away tears: "Except for that bastard Xiao Yanjin, who else could do those insane things?"

Seeing that Jiang Lin still wanted to ask, Shi Pei hurriedly said: "As I said, there are some things that Mu Mu can only tell you personally. You don't need to ask, I won't say anything."

"I know." Jiang Lin nodded, clenched his hands tightly on his thighs, "I don't ask about Cheng Mu, I just want to know that Yang Bai's death was not as simple as suicide, right?"

Hearing him ask this, Shi Pei frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know why Aunt Yang committed suicide by jumping off the building. She is obviously a very strong person and loves Cheng Mu very much, so how could she leave him alone? ..."

Jiang Lin pursed her lips: "Is there no clue at all?"

"It's not..." Shi Pei glanced at Cheng Mu, who was in a coma, and lowered his eyes: "The police suspected Cheng Mu's stepfather, Xiao Xingyuan, because his first wife also fell to his death from that building. Come out and testify for him, saying that Xiao Xingyuan and Yang Bai are in harmony and will never harm her."

"Cheng Mu is Aunt Yang's own son, and he is willing to speak up for Xiao Xingyuan. Besides, the police don't have definite evidence, so they didn't pursue it any further. It was just a coincidence, and in the end it was nothing."

Jiang Lin was silent for a long time after listening to her words, then nodded to her, and said sincerely: "Thank you for telling me this."

"You don't need to thank me." Shi Pei sighed: "If you still have that kind of heart for Mu Mu, treat him well. Even if you know the truth and don't want to be with him in the future, please don't hurt him anymore. Years have suffered enough."

Jiang Lin didn't promise too many sweet words to Shi Pei, he just said hello.

It's not that he doesn't dare to make a promise, but that the person who needs his promise hasn't woken up yet.

Half an hour later, Luo Xuan came to the hospital with breakfast in his hand.

"Here, the secretary personally told me to watch you eat, don't lie down and wake up, you fell down again."

Luo Xuan stuffed the breakfast into Jiang Lin's arms, Shi Pei also advised him to eat first, Jiang Lin took Luo Xuan out of the ward.

He is always chattering, which will disturb Cheng Mu's rest.

"What's going on? Didn't he be fine yesterday? Why did he go to the hospital this morning?"

The two sat on the bench, Luo Xuan pulled the scarf and frowned at Jiang Lin's pale face.

Jiang Lin swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and said calmly, "Something happened, and I don't know the exact situation."

"It's related to the Xiao family you want me to investigate?"

Jiang Lin nodded.

Luo Xuan folded his arms, thoughtful: "I asked my friend over there, and they said that it is more troublesome to inquire about the Xiao family. His family seems to be hiding something on purpose, and ordinary private investigators do not accept work related to the Xiao family. .”

Before Jiang Lin had time to say anything, Luo Xuan smiled again: "But who am I? What I, Luo Xuan, want to know, even if it is buried in a tomb, I can dig it out. Don't worry, leave everything to me."

Jiang Lin nodded and said, "Thank you."