I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Song Hanzhang pinched the Qingming point,? He also felt sick.

The two stood face to face in the corridor, although Song Hanzhang knew what his intentions were, he still asked, "What's the matter?"

【That's great! 】

"What do you mean by Jian Wen?" Chun Leshui couldn't hide his disgust, "here he was playing tricks with my senior brother to chase him, and there he asked his brother to find someone to beat him? Why didn't he come out to save the beauty?!"

"You misunderstood him."

Song Hanzhang had to explain for Jian Wen: "He doesn't have a good relationship with Jian Dao,? And based on what I know about him, he wouldn't do such a thing..."

Although Jian Wen Zhuiran will do his best to show his tenderness and consideration to make the other party fall in love with him gradually,? But he still won't use this dirty method of directing and acting himself.

Song Hanzhang did business: "I will tell Jian Wen truthfully what I have learned, don't worry."

【Calm down, Chun Leshui, it's useless for you to embarrass Song Hanzhang here, you might as well find someone to beat Jiandao if you have this time. 】

[Eh...isn't it impossible? 】

"Okay,?" Chun Leshui suppressed the evil fire in his heart, looked directly at Song Hanzhang and said, "You'd better let him explain to my senior brother."

After speaking, he didn't bother to talk to Song Hanzhang any more, so he turned around and left.

Song Hanzhang quickly grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

Chun Leshui glanced at him, then looked down at his paw on her wrist, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't be arrogant," Song Hanzhang said. He remembered what Jian Wen said when he complained before, "Jian Dao practices Muay Thai, and it seems that he often fights underground... You may not be able to hurt him if you find someone to block him."

【Fuck, no wonder Xiaoyu was injured so badly...】

Chun Leshui became even angrier.

Could it be that Chu Lin and Chu Yu were beaten twice for nothing?

Anyway, he couldn't swallow this breath.

"Let Jane Wen handle it."

Chun Leshui couldn't help but took a look at Song Hanzhang. Although Song Hanzhang didn't have much expression, it always made him feel as if he had been robbed of his home.

Don't say that Song Hanzhang is not very used to the current Chun Leshui, but Chun Leshui is not really used to it when he really gets along with such a friendly and kind Song Hanzhang.

With a little force, he pulled out his wrist, "Let's just say a word."

But that was just his casual perfunctory words of Song Hanzhang.

OK?That's impossible.

It's his responsibility for Jian Wen to deal with it, but does Chunle Shuiqi only conflict with Jian Wen's handling of this matter?

Do not conflict.

Isn't it hard to find a 1.9-meter-tall underage or just-adult child punching underground?

This time, Chun Leshui didn't even pass Song Shiqing, so he directly found someone to find the boxing ring that Jian Dao would occasionally go to. Of course, Chun Leshui definitely couldn't fight in person, but after a little inquiring, he found out that Jian Dao wasn't either. The invincible general.

Chun Leshui is stingy, especially the kind who holds grudges.

So he paid a lot of money through his boss to hire a very powerful boxer to fight Jiandao.

But he didn't tell anyone about it, and he didn't plan to watch it. He just let the ring owner tell him the result of the match.

On the day of the competition, Chun Leshui met Jian Wen who came to apologize in person, dressed like a dog and holding flowers, was a little surprised to see Chun Leshui who opened the door, said that he had just returned from a business trip, and asked if Chu Lin was at home.

Chun Leshui didn't say a word, and directly patted the anti-theft door on Jian Wen's face.

Chu Lin poked his head out from the kitchen: "Who is it?"

"Oh no one..." Chun Leshui walked into the kitchen and looked around, and took the kitchen knife on the cutting board while Chu Lin wasn't paying attention, "A fool who went to the wrong place, I'll go and have a look."

Jian Wen still persevered in knocking on the door. After hearing about it from Song Hanzhang, he called and scolded Jian Dao on the spot, and the little bastard said in a very unbeatable tone that he did it, so what? If he couldn't get used to it, he would tell Jian's father, making Jian Wen very angry.

He and that brat were born at odds, not to mention asking him to apologize, Jian Wen was afraid of making him mad and doing something to Chu Lin, so he worked overtime and flew back overnight after finishing the matter in hand.

He didn't even have time to change his clothes when he landed, so he came to apologize to Chu Lin.

When the door opened again, he said: "Chun Leshui, you let me—"

He looked up at the kitchen knife hanging in front of his eyes, and all the rest of his words were blocked in his throat.

Chun Leshui's beautiful face was full of smiles, and her eyes were bent into crescents, which was really pleasing to the eye, if she didn't hold such a cold kitchen knife in her hand.

"Jian Wen," his smile didn't reach his eyes, and the dangerous smile on his face completely cooled down while speaking, "If you disturb my senior brother again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

As he spoke, he waved the kitchen knife in the air in a random and random manner.

Jian Wen: "..."

Jianwen's throat rolled, and she took a step back cautiously, looking at Chun Leshui as if she didn't know her.

"You have time to pester my senior brother, why don't you spend more time on your younger brother and take good care of him." Chun Leshui swept him coldly with a kitchen knife, her voice was like the cold wind hitting the glass outside , "Don't be like a dog, bite people as soon as you catch them."

"Chun..."

As soon as Jian Wen wanted to step forward, Chun Leshui raised his hand, pointing the tip of the knife at Jian Wen, and Jian Wen silently retracted the half of his foot that had stepped out.

"I just want to apologize to Chu Lin."

"No need, get out." Chun Leshui said, approaching him step by step.

Seeing the point of the knife approaching him, Jian Wen stepped back step by step, and finally was sent into the elevator by Chun Leshui.

"If you really feel sorry for my senior brother, you will go as far as you want in the future!"

The elevator floor keeps jumping down, Jian Wen is dazed from head to toe, he just went on a business trip, how come Chun Leshui is like a completely different person?

After he got in the car, he threw the flowers in the passenger seat. The more he thought about it, the more strange he became, and he called Song Hanzhang.

After ringing for a long time, Song Hanzhang answered, and said in one simple word: "Say."

"Hanzhang..." Jian Wen said, "Do you know what I encountered today?"

Song Hanzhang was looking at a document handed over by his assistant that needed his signature, and when he heard that Jian Wen had nothing serious to do, he said mercilessly, "I don't know, I'm not interested, hang up."

He threw the phone on the table, and it rang again in less than three seconds. It was still Jian Wen.

Song Hanzhang hangs up.

Jane heard the beating.

Song Hanzhang took a deep breath to hold back the evil fire in his heart, and turned on the loudspeaker directly after connecting: "You better have something to do."

Jian Wen could hear the threat in his words, but he was too shocked: "Chun Leshui pointed a kitchen knife at me?!"

Song Hanzhang paused, looked up from the document and looked at the phone: "Have you gone to find Chu Lin?"

"Didn't I come here to apologize to him, and I brought him some bodyguards along the way." Jian Wen said, "I'm afraid that that bastard on Jian Island will make trouble for me again."

"Chun Leshui arranged bodyguards for Chu Lin."

Song Hanzhang turned his gaze back to the document again, but this time he stopped after reading only two words.

There is a bodyguard company under the Song family. The CEO of the company is a special soldier who transferred to another job. This company was established to enable his comrades to have a stable and considerable income after retiring from the army. It was later acquired by the Song family and gradually became the largest and most professional in Shanghai. bodyguard company.

Chun Leshui arranged for Chu Lin to be the bodyguard of this company.

"Yes, Chun Leshui..." Jian Wen said, "You know, not to mention meeting Chu Lin, I was driven out by Chun Leshui with a kitchen knife before I even entered Chu Lin's house. No, why did he Is it like a different person?"

It's not like before when friends who met Song Hanzhang felt that they were dwarves, and they no longer flinched when they looked at Jian Wen, but instead had a feeling of showing their sharpness.

She made no secret of her dislike for Jian Wen.

Song Hanzhang thought, because this is the most authentic Chunle water.

He canceled the external release, picked up his mobile phone and walked to the window. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were the same tall buildings in the business district.

"Jian Wen, I advise you not to provoke Chu Lin anymore."

"What is provocation, I really like him, okay?"

"Let's put it this way, you can regard Chu Lin as Chun Leshui's reverse scale, you should be able to tell from him pointing a kitchen knife at you?" Song Hanzhang said expressionlessly, "If you really want to be able to feel comfortable in the future At this point, you should hurry up and deal with the matter of Jiandao. In the past, you chased someone and he pried your corner, but now you chase someone and he directly changes the threat of violence. After that? Do you still want to have a good relationship?" Song Hanzhang One word awakened the dreamer: "Fuck...you are right, I must not let this bastard go this time!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Hanzhang remained standing by the window, his ugly face was vaguely reflected on the glass.

He put one hand in his pocket, turned his cell phone with the other, his eyes fell outside the window and he didn't know where to look.

Reverse Scale...

Why is Chu Lin so special to Chun Leshui?

Naturally, Song Hanzhang couldn't figure out why. He could understand a person completely when he could hear his inner voice, but looking at Chunle Water now was like looking at flowers through the fog. He could realize that Chunle Water seemed to be What secret is hidden, and there are many questions hovering in his mind.

But in the face of Chun Leshui, who is now regarded as air by this person, all his words are blocked, and he cannot ask.

But he didn't dwell on the issue for long, as his thoughts were interrupted by an assistant's voice reminding him of his work schedule for the next week.

Song Hanzhang turned around and went to work again.

On Chun Leshui's side, after receiving the results of the boss's game and knowing that Jian Dao was beaten badly, he jumped up from the sofa directly: "Brother, tell Xiaoyu to take a rest, shall we go out to eat tonight?"

He was very happy, Chu Lin said with a smile: "What is so happy."

"It's a great thing, hehe."

Afterwards, Chu Lin probably stayed at home for more than a week for the injury. After the foot injury was completely healed, he went back to the theater to rehearse.

The overall progress of the production team was faster than Jiang Buyi had expected. After Chu Lin came back to confirm that he was fine, a few days later, after the choreography had completely landed, the first official stage rehearsal took place.

After finishing the rehearsal, Jiang Buyan immediately held a meeting with the main creative team and several important dancers, integrated everyone's opinions and began to adjust the details.

But recently, neither Jian Wen nor Jian Dao has been active. Before returning to Song’s house, Chun Leshui reduced the number of bodyguards to one at the strong request of Chu Lin. This bodyguard brother is more than 1.9 meters tall, with strong muscles and a burly figure. , It feels very safe at first glance.

This was Chun Leshui's biggest concession, and Chu Lin had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

But he still felt it was exaggerated.

"Where is it exaggerated, is it not exaggerated at all?" Chun Leshui looked serious, and elbowed Chuyu, "Xiaoyu, do you think it is exaggerated?"

There is nothing more exaggerated than Chu Lin's injury.

Chu Yu shook her head like a rattle: "Not at all."

Chu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Fortunately, that bodyguard didn't provide 24-hour personal protection, but took Chu Lin to and from get off work every day, and followed him not far away when he went out. As long as he didn't think about it, his sense of presence was actually very low.

After a little reassurance about him, Chun Leshui finally returned to the Song family's old house with a suitcase after leaving home for almost a month.

It was only a month later, when he stood at the door of the house again, his state of mind was completely different from when he left.

"Grandpa, Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu." Chun Leshui pushed the door open, "I'm back."

"Le Shui is back?" Aunt Xu heard the sound and looked at him up and down, inside and out, "Let me see if he lost weight?"

"Impossible, Aunt Xu, my senior brother fed me very well. You are acting psychologically."

"Fine, fine, not thin." Aunt Xu couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she really missed him, "Whatever you want to eat tonight, Aunt Xu will make it for you."

"Everything you make is delicious, and I like it all."

After Chun Leshui finished speaking, he saw Xu Qing coming in from the backyard with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xu, where is my grandfather?"

"The old man was basking in the sun in the backyard and fell asleep." Xu Qing reached out to help him push the box, "I'll help you take the luggage in, you go ask him to give him a surprise."

Just kidding, how can you let your parents carry your luggage for yourself!

Chun Leshui avoids his hand, said to come by herself while taking two steps up the steps on the second floor, opened the door and pushed the suitcase into the room, and then went downstairs without even entering the door.

The weather is fine today, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, and there is no wind, making people feel warm all over. Even Chunle Shui is dressed a little thinner than in deep winter.

Song Shiqing was lying on a recliner in the backyard, and the recliner swayed back and forth slowly. Coupled with the flower beds that gradually began to re-cover with colors after the beginning of spring, it was like a leisurely and peaceful watercolor painting.

Chun Leshui walked over lightly, squatted on the edge of the deck chair, approached Song Shiqing's ear in a very, very low voice, and called grandpa several times.

The old man was already a light sleeper. Song Shiqing's lips gradually curved into an arc. Before he opened his eyes, he raised his hand and touched Chun Leshui's head following the sound: "Are you back?"

Chun Leshui gave a light "um", moved the chair next to it to be side by side with the reclining chair, sat on it and slid down, and her two long legs stretched out, taking a half-legged posture similar to Song Shiqing's to receive the sunlight take care of.

Song Shiqing opened his eyes to look at him, then closed them again, and asked, "Have you finished dealing with your elder brother's affairs?"

"Thanks to you." Chun Leshui also closed his eyes, but he could still feel the dazzling sunlight passing through his eyelids. He put his hands on his stomach, "Brother asked me to help him, thank you."

"Thank you for what I did, I didn't do anything, it was all done by that brat Song Hanzhang."

Chun Leshui chuckled: "Thank you, too."

"Grandpa, do you know who is the one who asked someone to beat my senior brother?"

"Who?"

The grandfather and grandson were lying in the yard, chatting without saying a word, while Song Hanzhang stood by the window and had a panoramic view of the scene.

They were a little far away, and the voices of Chun Leshui and Song Shiqing were not too loud. He couldn't hear a word except for the movement of their mouths, but he could clearly see the slight smiles on their faces. A very warm picture.

Song Hanzhang knew very well that whether he was with Chun Leshui or his grandfather, he couldn't be so warm.

So he was not willing to look away for a long time, and it seemed that even his heart calmed down after watching for a long time.

It's like the very ordinary seed of happiness that was sealed in the bottom of my heart after my mother passed away quietly broke through the ground and sprouted a sprout.

Song Hanzhang watched from afar, his eyes were gentle that he didn't notice.

He packed his things and went downstairs, and the driver helped him put the suitcase in the trunk.

Uncle Xu said, "Is there really no need to wake up the old man?"

Song Hanzhang's business trip is relatively long, it will take more than a month, and he may not be able to come back during the Chinese New Year. Song Shiqing knew about this in advance. Song Hanzhang didn't want to spoil the peaceful scene in the backyard, so he said: "No, he woke up Just speak to him."

Uncle Xu expressed his understanding. Before leaving for the airport, Song Hanzhang still said to Uncle Xu: "I will trouble you to pay attention to Grandpa's health during this time."

"rest assured."

Song Hanzhang nodded, closed the window and let the driver go.

Before leaving, he specially asked the driver to go around to the backyard from the front door. Although he couldn't see the inside through the fence, Song Hanzhang couldn't help but bend his lower lip when he thought of the picture he saw upstairs, and turned on the computer handed to him by his assistant to start processing work .

Song Shiqing woke up not long after Song Hanzhang left. He slowly got off the reclining chair and put the blanket on his lap on Chun Leshui's body.

But before he let go, Chun Leshui had already opened his eyes: "Grandpa, are you awake?"

They chatted one after another at the beginning. The old man was drowsy under the sun, and the speed of his speech became slower and slower. When Chun Leshui finished speaking, there was no sound at all. Chun Leshui knew that he must have fallen asleep again. passed.

But Chun Leshui didn't get up to leave either, and adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, lying on the armrest of the recliner and preparing to take a nap.

Maybe it was because the winter sun was really comfortable, and he fell asleep after a while.

But probably because he was outside and didn't sleep very soundly, the old man woke up when there was some movement around him.

He hugged the blanket in his arms and helped Song Shiqing walk into the house.

The old man's crutch was leaning against the wall, Chun Leshui took it and handed it to him when he entered the door.

Uncle Xu came forward to collect the blanket, Song Shiqing looked around and looked at the second floor: "Hanzhang hasn't left yet?"

"It's already gone." Xu Qing said, "Seeing that you and Le Shui are both sleeping, I didn't let me disturb you."

Chun Leshui answered smoothly, "Where did you go?"

After receiving it, he lightly "tsk".

I got used to it, and subconsciously showed concern for Song Hanzhang in front of the old man.

"I'm on a business trip." Song Shiqing said.

One front foot comes back and the other foot leaves, just like an appointment.

But he also knew that Song Hanzhang was indeed going to deal with work, and Song Shiqing really didn't want to interfere with these two children too much now. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so let them do it themselves.

Whether Song Hanzhang is at home or not doesn't make much difference to Chun Leshui. The premiere date of the dance drama is set for early May, and there are still three months left for the crew to prepare.

Jiang Buyi has extremely high requirements for the stage presentation effect. He has to carefully pick out the emotions expressed by the actors' every step, look, expression management and body language. Although the stage lighting and choreography can enhance the atmosphere, there are shortcomings. It would swallow the actor's movements and emotions.

Stage beauty is an important part of an excellent dance drama. Although it cannot be overwhelming, it cannot be used to adjust the fully designed artistic presentation for the actors. Therefore, the actors need to cooperate with themselves, amplify themselves, and use dance to stand the characters on the stage. superior.

In addition, Jiang Buyan also pays great attention to the details of group dances, and the dance movements of all group dances must be uniform.

Chun Leshui also started to get busy. In addition to her own solo dance, she also had to dance with other actors in a group. She often went out early in the morning and returned home in the middle of the night.

In the beginning, the family driver came to pick him up every night, but after being picked up by Jiang Buyan twice, Chun Leshui would wait until Jiang Buyan called him every night before leaving the rehearsal hall, or occasionally Jiang Buyan had something to do at the last minute Say hello to him and tell him to wait.

Obviously they didn't make a special appointment, but the two of them somehow formed a tacit understanding of rubbing the car.

The back seat of Director Jiang Buyan's motorcycle is almost the exclusive use of Chun Leshui.

And in line with the principle that handsome guys don't eat tofu for nothing, Chun Leshui is very happy to rub the car.

Chun Leshui, who was sent to the door of the house that day, had been sitting in the car for a long time with peace of mind, finally said: "Jiang Buyan, how about I treat you to dinner another day? How embarrassing it is to ride your car every day."

Jiang Buyan was just taking the helmet from him, and when he heard this, he pushed the windshield of the helmet on, with a teasing smile in his eyes: "I don't see why you're embarrassed?"

"Isn't this all hidden in my heart!"

He made a set of small principles, which made Jiang Buyi laugh: "Okay, just tell me when you decide the time."

"You can call Jiang Ming up when you are free." It's been a long time since I saw him, Chun Leshui still had a weird idea.

"Who is going to send you home every day?" Jiang Buyi said, pinching Chun Leshui's head, "Don't bark, let's go."

He slammed down the gas pedal, and quickly jumped out of Chun Leshui's sight.

Afraid of waking up the others, Chun Leshui carried the slippers in his hand and went upstairs barefoot.

Before walking a few steps, a light suddenly appeared downstairs. He leaned on the railing and looked down, and there was a sound of slow and procrastinating footsteps from downstairs.

Chun Leshui hurried downstairs: "Grandpa?"

Song Shiqing was wearing clothes over his pajamas, standing in the living room and said kindly: "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I just came back." Chun Leshui stepped forward to support him and put him on the sofa, "Do you want some water, I'll pour it for you."

Song Shiqing waved his hand: "I had a dream, I woke up and couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some air. But you, don't worry about me, old man, are you tired after coming back so late?" He patted Chun Leshui's arm, "Hurry up Go upstairs and rest."

"It's okay, I can go later tomorrow and I'm not in a hurry." Chun Leshui went to pour him a glass of water and sat down next to him, "I'll chat with you for a while if you can't sleep."

"Nanfeng used to be Hanzhang's mother. If she saw me suffering from insomnia, she would insist on chatting with me like you."

This was the first time Chun Leshui heard Song Nanfeng's name from Song Shiqing.

He intuited that Grandpa's dream might have something to do with Song Nanfeng.

This name is rarely mentioned like a taboo at home.

Chun Leshui wasn't curious, but seeing Song Shiqing's nostalgic face, he obviously wanted to talk to someone, so he said, "What kind of person is she?"

"She...was spoiled by me and your Uncle Xu, she is very self-willed." Having said that, the old man's eyes were full of doting, and he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes immediately darkened, and he sighed: "It's just too willful .”

If he insisted on marrying Sun Minghong, if he disagreed, he would lose his temper with him and engage in a cold war without eating.

It's too capricious.

"Grandpa..."

Song Shiqing didn't want to reminisce, so he said that grandpa was fine, and asked Chun Leshui: "I see that you have been rehearsing so late every day before you come back, when will your dance drama be rehearsed? Grandpa still wants to go to cheer you on. "

"Grandpa, you will be able to watch it in May. By then, your body will recover. I will reserve the best seat in the front row for you. You and Aunt Xu Xu will come to support me. It is best to send me another A big flower basket for me to put in the background to show off to my colleagues.”

He acted coquettishly without hesitation at all, which made Song Shiqing laugh and say yes repeatedly.

In fact, Song Shiqing himself didn't know whether he could survive this operation.

The next day, he went to the hospital for a review as usual. On the way, Song Shiqing remembered what Chun Leshui said, and told Xu Qing: "Xu Qing, help me remember that when the Leshui dance drama premieres, I need to order a big flower basket for him. The bigger the better."

"Okay, I remember."

Song Shiqing nodded, leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, but asked about Song Hanzhang.

Xu Qing reported Song Hanzhang's work situation to him, Song Shiqing nodded while listening, and opened his eyes only when he arrived at the hospital: "I didn't think about asking me directly when something went wrong, but figured out a way to solve it myself, although it was a bit of a detour A detour, but the result is still possible.”

"Young master, you're growing fast, you can rest assured." Xu Qing smiled.

"I can stand on my own."

Speaking of the two meeting up with Dr. Chen who was waiting in the hospital, Dr. Chen and Xu Qing accompanied Song Shiqing to complete all the examinations. Looking at the examination report, Dr. Chen smiled gratifiedly: "Grandpa, the condition has been controlled very well recently. It hasn't gotten any worse."

Song Shiqing said: "Then if I am like this, I don't need to have surgery?"

"You promised the young master to have an operation, but you still regret it when things come to an end?" Dr. Chen comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, you are in a stable condition now, and the risk of surgery is much lower than before."

Song Shiqing thought of the scene where Song Hanzhang said that he knew about his physical condition a long time ago and persuaded him to have an operation after he fell ill in the hospital.

He sighed: "Okay."

Jiang took the time to say that he would not bring Jiang Ming, so he did not bring Jiang Ming.

The private room was steaming, and the hot pot in the center of the table was steaming.

Chun Leshui picked up a piece of freshly cut tender beef and put it into the pot, watched the count on the watch, picked it up and put it into Chu Lin's bowl as soon as the ten seconds were up.

It just happened that Chu Lin put the boiled fresh tripe into his bowl.

The two looked at each other and smiled, while Chun Leshui was enjoying the first piece of tripe prepared by his senior brother, while complaining about Jiang Buyan: "I didn't ask Song Hanzhang, why are you so nervous? Director Jiang, look at what I ordered They are all four-seaters, but your Jiang Ming is missing. I won’t eat him.”

Jiang Buyi was simmering the beef with a speechless face. If Chun Leshui had told him earlier that he had made an appointment with Chu Lin, then he would definitely bring Jiang Ming to Chun Leshui no matter what he said.

He put the beef into the bowl, didn't eat in a hurry, put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hey, let's go together." Chun Leshui said to Chu Lin before going out, "Senior Brother, help me burn a fat cow and eat it when I come back."

Chu Lin Yiyan took the fat beef with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

As soon as he went out, Jiang Buyi grabbed his neck: "Chun Leshui, I will send you home every day anyway, what's wrong with you inviting me to dinner alone, do you have to call your senior brother?"

"Director Jiang." Chun Leshui smiled, "If you want to eat alone with me, just tell me, then I'm sure..."

Chun Leshui felt his nose itchy while talking, he sniffled and changed the subject: "Wait, I seem to have a runny nose."

It happened that the two passed by a service desk, Chun Leshui opened the drawer and took a paper towel, and was about to wipe it, when Jiang Buyan dragged him into the bathroom in two steps: "Look up."

Jiang Buyi grabbed the tissue in his hand and wiped it for him, Chun Leshui only felt a blush flash in front of his eyes, and then he heard Jiang Buyi say: "What's the runny nose, you have a nosebleed."

"Eating hot pot in winter can also get me angry?" Chun Leshui raised her head, grabbed a ball of festival paper and stuffed it into her nostrils.

"Who knows about you?"

Chunle Water boiled cold water, patted his forehead and the back of his neck, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Jiang Buyan was still sticking next to him, so he started to chase people away: "Go to the toilet quickly, Director Jiang, you beat me next to me and beat me up." Stare at the weird ones."

Jiang Buyi was speechless for a while: "It's because I scared you that your nose bleeds?"

After he finished speaking, he smiled lightly, and raised his foot to walk inside.

Chun Leshui propped her hands on the washstand, looked up at the light on the mirror, waited for a while, then lowered her head and took out a large section of paper that was stained red in her nose and threw it into the trash can.

He stuffed it in again, and repeatedly patted the cold water on the back of his neck, and some drops of water flowed down his neck into his collar, which made his dick bumps stand up from the ice.

Jiang Buyi came out to see him still doing the same thing, bent over to wash his hands beside him, and asked, "Have you stopped yet?"

"Isn't it better to keep it safe for a while?" Chun Leshui lowered his head and looked at himself in the mirror. Seeing that the edge of the paper towel was not stained red, he took it off and threw it away with confidence. He lowered his head and wiped his face with water, "This winter I've had two nosebleeds, more than I've had in the past two years."

After speaking, he said that he hadn't gone to the toilet yet, so Jiang Buyan went back first without waiting for him.

"Okay." Jiang Buyi threw the toilet paper into the trash can, passed him and opened the door of the bathroom to go out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Chun Leshui raised his head.

The drops of water on his face converged to his chin, falling into the sink like broken beads, and some fell down his neck.

A stream of dark red liquid flowed out from his nasal cavity which had just stopped bleeding.

Chun Leshui raised her head calmly, and stuffed it with a small ball of paper.

A few seconds later, he lowered his gaze, took out a piece of paper and slowly wiped off the water on his face, then lowered his head and spit bloody saliva into the pool.

He grinned and looked in the mirror, most of his teeth were bloodshot.

Chun Leshui felt the bloody smell in his mouth, and called out the system with a smile: "I remember that Jianshou seems to be...acute leukemia?"

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