Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

When Jiang Song woke up, he found himself thrown on the sofa in the living room, his coat was wrapped in pajamas, and he didn't even take off his shoes.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to find that it was broad daylight and the phone displayed ten seventeen.

After the anesthetic wears off, his hands start to hurt again, his muscles and bones are sore and numb, as if the skin on the outside is about to swell.

Unable to rub through the plaster, he gritted his teeth and picked out painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs from the pile of various medicines on the table.

Only one hand is not easy to operate, so he can only tear off the seal on the box patiently.

But I don't know why the painkillers are so tightly attached, and he didn't tear off the seal several times.

The pain in his wrist became more and more severe as if it was on fire, which made him a little upset.

He stepped half of the medicine box under his feet, ready to violently dismantle it.

Gu Changxi saw this scene when he entered the living room with a bowl of noodles.

He seemed a little surprised that Jiang Song had already woken up, and his face was slightly guarded and vigilant.

"Come here, open this for me." Jiang Song shook the medicine box with his left hand.

Gu Changxi snorted coldly, "Open it yourself."

"I won't call you if I can open it myself." When he came over with the bowl, Jiang Song stuffed the medicine box in his hand, "Open it."

Gu Changxi put the noodles on the coffee table, looked at the words on the medicine box, "I won't open it."

Jiang Song looked at him in surprise, "How can you do this? My hand is like this now, I asked you to open a medicine box and you still didn't open it. I taught you this before?"

After saying this sentence, he regretted it, and poked Gu Changxi's lung tube on it.

Sure enough, Gu Changxi's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Mr. Jiang, which part of your teaching are you referring to? Do you teach me that a gentleman is as gentle as jade, or do you break it when you say it, even if you don't believe what you say?"

Now besides his wrist, Jiang Song's head also hurts, "Where is it, Gu Changzhen?"

Forget it, he gave up the pill box.

It hurts, it doesn't matter.

He was so hungry that he looked at the noodles on the coffee table, and took two bites slowly with the chopsticks in his left hand.

Although there are only poached eggs with vegetables, it is estimated that they are boiled in high soup, which is well salty and fresh, and tastes very good.

After eating some noodles, there was a short message on the phone.

Just as he was about to reach for it, he accidentally overturned the noodle bowl, covering him with soup and water.

Probably his whole body was tense at first, but Gu Changxi bounced up from his seat in an instant, and directly used his hands to brush the hot noodles on his body.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't touch it with your hands." Jiang Song stood up and jumped twice, shaking the noodles to the floor.

Fortunately, through the jacket, it won't burn him.

It's just that Jiang Song is full of regret, he hasn't had enough yet.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat it, there's no need to do this." Gu Changxi was dodged by him, and his face became gloomy again.

Jiang Song couldn't tell, "Why don't I want to eat? My hand is injured, and my left hand is hard to use."

"You are good-handed, don't lie to me." Gu Changxi sneered, "But Mr. Jiang is still willing to make up lies to me, shouldn't I say something to trouble you?"

Jiang Song was choked by him directly, and it took him a long time to look down at the mess on his body, "I'll take a bath first, and you can eat something yourself."

"Mr. Jiang will never think that I cooked for you first, and he hasn't eaten yet, right?" Gu Changxi seemed to think that Jiang Song was ridiculous in every word.

Jiang Song had already walked out a few steps, then turned around and came back.

He really couldn't suppress his anger, "Gu Changxi, let me warn you, if you are Mr. Jiang's yin and yang, I will beat you at any time!"

Gu Changxi stood up from the sofa and was much taller than him in one fell swoop.

Jiang Song had to hold his head up to stare at those molten gold eyes.

"Really? Then you hit me," Gu Changxi grabbed his left hand and put it on his chest, which was completely provocative, "Mr. Jiang."

damn it.

Jiang Song was so dizzy from his anger that he almost couldn't stand upright. When he fell to the ground, he subconsciously protected his right hand.

It's a pity that Gu Changxi caught it before it hit the ground.

With noodle soup all over his body, Jiang Song took a moment to push him, "It's sticky, get up."

"Slimy?" Gu Changxi repeated in a cold voice.

"I said the noodle soup didn't mention you, so please calm down for a while." Jiang Song was afraid that he would have a heart attack if he said a few more words to him, so he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Hearing that there was no movement outside, Jiang Song heaved a sigh of relief, and locked the bathroom door from the inside.

He couldn't use his right hand at all, and he took off his clothes for more than ten minutes.

Jiang Song is very white, as pale as jade. Under the warm yellow light in the bathroom, it seems that the edges of his skin are translucent.

Although he was already thirty, except for his pale complexion, his skin hadn't had any blemishes yet, and he could generally pretend to be a student who just entered college.

Clothes were piled all over the floor, and his body was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Originally, Jiang Song subconsciously avoided the mirror, but finally stood still in front of the mirror.

His fingers slid across his jaw, touching his throat from left to right.

There was a thin and long scar, silver-white, like a necklace, strung together with stitches.

Further down, the chest, left forearm, lower abdomen, and thighs are all long and short scars.

After many winters and summers, those scars are no longer as terrible as before, but they cannot be completely eliminated, and they are sporadically shimmering in the water vapor in the bathroom.

"Tsk." Jiang Song frowned and stared at the mirror for a while, then turned to look at the locked bathroom door, sighed, and turned to enter the shower.

With his hand hurt and his movements slow, Jiang Song took a bath for more than half an hour before coming out of the bathroom.

Gu Changxi had already gone out, and the box of painkillers was placed on the table with its mouth open.

Jiang Song walked over and poured out the medicine, picked out two pills and swallowed it. Just as he was about to throw the medicine back on the table, he suddenly noticed two large characters written in black on the box: after meals.

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Jiang Song packed himself up and took a taxi to the company.

When Xing Ce saw Jiang Song's hand, he stopped immediately, "Fuck Gu, Gu Changxi! He dares to touch you!"

All the employees in the company looked at them, Jiang Song hurriedly held Xing Ce down, "Don't yell, don't yell, I fell myself."

"You don't, don't give me this set! You and I still don't understand!" Xing Ce was so angry that he searched for guys all over the room.

After going around twice, he picked up a celadon vase from the office, "You have been used to him since he was a child! Now that he is capable, he dares to move you, and you still protect him, fuck me, If I die, I have to give him a meal!"

Jiang Song was able to use only one arm, and pulled Xing Ce back hard, "Stop yelling, he really didn't do it, and it has nothing to do with him."

"You just lived with him yesterday, and you broke your hand today, don't fool me!" Xing Ce was really angry, and pulled Jiang Song aside.

"All right, all right, you can yell, so that the whole company will know that the boss's hand was broken by the man who lives with him in the middle of the night." Jiang Song couldn't pinch him, and lazily returned to his chair, "Let me be honored soon!" .”

"..." Xing Ce froze, and looked at him suspiciously for a long time, "Really, he really didn't do it?"

"No, I drank too much soup at night and fell in the toilet." Seeing that he had calmed down, Jiang Song said, "Speaking of business, Zhang Rusen's matter, how did the investigation go?"

Xing Ce shook his head, "It's an investigation. I found some. Zhang Rusen has been in contact with Wu Qingshan since the beginning of this year. There are several large and large transactions in the account, so it may be different from what you think. They are Early, premeditated."

Jiang Song always felt that Zhang Rusen was not the kind of person who would defect easily, so he frowned and asked, "Is there anything in his family that is in a hurry to spend money recently?"

"No, no, his sons and daughters are all married, and he doesn't have a wife, so what can he do with money?" Xing Ce always felt angry when he looked at Jiang Song today, "Jiang, Jiang Song, you are right next to you. Zhang, Zhang Rusen's buttocks are all at Wu's house, why are you making up for him?"

Jiang Song sighed very lightly, and quickly cheered up, "I read the documents you showed me, but why are there still some files of Wang Zongyao in them? Didn't you tell me before that he has decided to put the project Gave it to Changchun?"

Speaking of this matter, Xing Ce was also a little confused, "Oh, I forgot that day, I forgot to tell you. Just, as long as you said you were going to sell yourself, on the day you sold yourself, that secretary Gu Changzhen, just give this, give this me."

"Secretary Zhou gave it to you?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xing Ce scratched his head, "Yes, he said Gu, Gu Changxi told him that now Jiang's family will help him with some business, starting with this project, he will come for the 'cooperation', but, but the material review is all, Hand it all over to us."

Jiang Song gently stroked his chin with his index finger, but did not speak.

"The surname Gu probably wants to use me as a labor force, but this, this wave of sending, I, I am quite satisfied. Even if we take over Wang Zongyao's project, we may not be able to check it out. Find out so much information." It was rare for Xing Ce not to criticize Gu Changxi.

Jiang Song smiled, "As long as you are satisfied."

"Yes, yes, there is one more thing." Xing Ce took out a flower envelope from his pocket, "The Wu family said they will do it, and they will hold a charity party, and I will pass it to you. I have passed the post."

Jiang Song took it over and took a look. The gold-and-silver invitation was a typical nouveau riche style, and he couldn't help smiling, "I've been the richest man for so many years, and I haven't made much progress in aesthetics."

"Show off! Ci, is there anyone who doesn't know what happened to the charity party?" Xing Ce said disdainfully: "Wu, the Wu family also said to donate 3000 million yuan to the poor disaster-stricken areas last year, and finally with the Chinese diving dream, the dream team Like, not even, not even a splash, cut..."

Jiang Song glanced at the inside of the invitation, a bunch of empty words, and finally asked him to "make sure to take the time to come."

"You, if you find it disgusting, then you won't go." Xing Ce tapped his plaster cast, "Your hand is still hurt, take care of it at home..."

"Go, why not?" Jiang Song threw the invitation on the table.

Jiang Song never missed any opportunity to obtain information about the Wu family.

He wanted to see why the person who had been staring at him all those years ago and never let go, suddenly jumped out and threw an olive branch after Gu Changzhen came back?