Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"Come on, come, bring, bring something." Xing Ce took the kraft paper bag from Jiang Song's hand, a little unhappy.

"It's not for you, it's just a little jewelry to make the old lady happy." In the first two days, Jiang Song asked someone to open two squares of old pit glass, ground them into a pair of bracelets and added a pair of earrings, adding a lot of carats Drill and weave an emerald and diamond necklace.

"Cheng, how did you come here?" Xing Ce glanced behind him, "Gu, where's Gu Changxi? Are you not coming?"

He is the host today, and he wanted to greet the guests, but he was unable to pick up Jiang Song in person.

"No, he stopped the car." Jiang Song took off his scarf and gloves, and the heating in the hotel made him shiver, "It's cold today."

Hearing that Gu Changxi was also there, Xing Ce's expression suddenly became horrified, "Really, is it really here?"

Jiang Song nodded, "Well, didn't you two agree?"

"Whoever made it up with him, I'll just be polite..." Xing Ce didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Gu Changhui also came in carrying a cloth bag, and stood beside Jiang Song.

He is half a head smaller than Jiang Songgao, wearing a long gray coat and a long scarf with ginger skin pattern, which fits his golden pupil color just right.

Jiang Song is thin, with a cashmere cape over his parka, but he doesn't look bloated.

Milky white with mouse gray is surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Both of them were dressed in a very low-key way, but people passing by couldn't help but look back at them, their eyes could not hide their admiration.

"You, you brought something too?" Xing Ce looked at Gu Changzhen in surprise, "You two can bring Jiang Song together. You are a junior, you don't need to..."

"This is Mr. Jiang's porridge. He still can't eat ordinary food." Gu Changxi explained.

"Oh oh oh." Xing Ce patted his forehead and let them in, "My mother is here, resting in the back room, how about I take you to see her?"

"Okay." Jiang Song was a little nervous, pinching his cheeks with his hands, trying to squeeze out some blood.

He pressed his lips hard, and asked Gu Changxi, "Are my lips red?"

Gu Changxi looked down at him.

Probably because the weather was too cold, and he was not full of energy and blood, his lips were only a faint cherry pink, not really red.

Gu Changxi pressed his thumb on his lips, rubbed them very slowly, and said softly, "It's red."

Xing Ce stood beside him, his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

Jiang Song didn't notice anything unusual at all, and turned to Xing Ce again, "Is it really popular?"

He frowned, and said truthfully: "Now it is indeed red, red."

Gu Changxi was rubbed red.

Xing Ce walked ahead and let them into the lounge of the big suite.

Ms. Miao Hongyun, Xing Ce's mother, was sitting cross-legged on the arhat couch.

The little old lady wore a large-breasted jacket trimmed with terry, with her hair tied in a bun behind her head.

She wears a pair of crystal reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a chain of pearl glasses hangs from her neck.

Can't tell it's already seventy.

She looked down at the phone screen, and didn't look up when she heard someone coming, with a very serious expression on her face.

The air was a little stagnant, Jiang Song's throat was slightly tight, and he glanced at Xing Ce.

"Mom." Xing Ce raised his voice and yelled, "My cousin is here, come here!"

The old lady acted as if she hadn't heard, still staring at the phone in her hand.

"Why don't I... avoid it today? I'll visit the door another day?" It doesn't matter to outsiders, but Jiang Song never dared to be careless to his relatives.

He was afraid that his aunt didn't really want to see him, it was all arranged by Xing Ce's wishful thinking.

"I just said don't give out two cakes, don't give out two cakes! You have to get someone else with this cannon!" The little old lady threw her mobile phone on the Arhat's couch, turned on her voice and imitated a southern accent and scolded the other side, "A bunch of bad guys! ! Died on the street!"

"Mom..." Xing Ce got angry and confiscated the mobile phone on the bed, "Call again later, Jiang Song is here!"

The little old lady pulled down the reading glasses, and the string of pearls crackled.

She looked at Jiang Song and smacked her lips, "Here we come."

"Well, auntie, I wish you a happy birthday and a long life." Jiang Song bowed respectfully to the old man.

Miao Hongyun grabbed a handful of melon seeds in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Song, "The appearance is the same as when I was a child, the nose and eyes are very similar."

She didn't finish, but Jiang Song knew she was saying that he was like a mother.

Jiang Song's mother was also a well-known performer when she was young. When he was young, people often mentioned that he was more like his mother.

Jiang Song stood quietly beside him for a while, while the little old lady was eating melon seeds.

Apart from the sound of cracking sunflower seeds in the room, there is only the slight airflow sound of the central air conditioner.

Jiang Song felt a little regretful.

He wanted to see his aunt because she kept Xing Ce by his side during his most difficult time and was kind to him.

Their family is one of the few people who have shared hardships with him over the years.

But maybe he was mistaken.

People didn't want to see him, and they didn't abandon him because they missed the old man.

What's more, he himself may have nothing to repay in the end.

He gave everything he could to Xing Ce, and left the rest to...

"Since you're here, hurry up and let Xing Ce take you to identify the house," the little old lady interrupted his thoughts, "Come and have a look at the house if you have anything to do, you don't have to wait for any year or festival, you and Xing Ce Say something about adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Jiang Song's eyes were a little sour, and he said "um" in a low voice: "Thank you, auntie."

My aunt raised her eyes and saw Gu Changxi behind Jiang Song, "Is this the child you brought with you?"

For older elders, eight years old is still young, and at 28, I am afraid they are still children.

"Yes," Jiang Song let him out, with a little pride and shyness, "This is Changxi, Gu Changxi."

"This body is really nice, like a gatekeeper." The little old lady muttered, "I heard from Xing Ce that the two of you are living together now?"

Gu Changxi bowed slightly, "Hello, auntie, I'm staying at Mr. Jiang's house now."

Jiang Song didn't expect that he would still call Xing Ce's mother "auntie" when he got here, so he lightly kicked his heel from behind.

so rude.

The little old lady herself didn't mind much, "Oh, since you have been with Song'er since you were a child, you must know that he is not in good health, right?"

It looked like she wanted to lecture Gu Changxi.

"Hmm..." Jiang Song winked at Xing Ce, trying to interrupt this uncertain conversation.

If a little wolf like Gu Changxi bumps into an old man, no one wants to see him.

Gu Changxi spoke before them, and said respectfully, "I know, auntie."

The little old lady knocked on the melon seeds and nodded, "Then he is not in good health now, he is worse than bean sprouts, do you know that?"

"What I just found out recently was my negligence." Gu Changxi stood with his hands down, really like a junior listening to a lecture.

"Okay." Xing Ce's mother looked at him from above the semicircular lens, "In this case, old lady, can I ask you for a favor?"

Gu Changxi still lowered his head, "Say it."

"During the time you lived with him, help my family to keep an eye on him, so that there is no mistake." The little old lady's tone became serious, "It's like a while ago and you were sent to the hospital in the middle of the night, if you notice the signs , if you want to take care of it, you can help. Even if you don't want to take care of it, you will tell my family when you find out, okay?"

"I know," Gu Changxi glanced at Jiang Song seriously, "I will pay attention."

"Mom..." Xing Ce couldn't stand it any longer, "Mr. Gu just dropped by to see off my brother today. Why are you telling him to do this? Mr. Gu's own family has a big business, so how can you care about it?" Our family's nonsense?"

Although he himself couldn't help but want to rely on Gu Changxi to keep an eye on Jiang Song, but Gu's energy is likely to become a new leader, and the identity of Gu's boss is not so easy to ignore.

Gu Changxi usually sees Wen Runping as a good guy, but in Vanity Fair, he can fight wherever he wants, and anyone who offends him will die.

Everything that is silent is an illusion, and the most terrifying thing is killing without blood.

Moreover, Gu Changxi's parents, mother, and grandfather are long gone, and there is no one who can hold him down.

When dealing with the only remaining ex-uncle, everyone can squeeze it if they want, let alone others?

Except for Gu Changxi's sure wife, who would dare to disagree with him in the past ten years?

The son was so worried, but the mother didn't pay attention to the place, "Oh, I just came by the way, I don't need to talk to you about this."

She muttered, and threw the melon seeds on the square table, with some disapproval on her face.

"I didn't drop by, I came here to see him off." Gu Changxi corrected: "He has a bad appetite, I'm afraid he won't eat properly outside. I plan to wait here for him to finish completely, and then pick him up together. Home."

The face of the little old lady became more relaxed, "Oh, then you also saw the pigeon I sent over? Have you stewed it yet?"

Seeing Gu Changxi nodding his head, Xing Ce was really afraid that these two incompatible people would share their experience in stewing soup, so he hurriedly stopped him, "Mom, Mom, there are a lot of me, friends, colleagues and so on outside, waiting for dinner outside. It's not appropriate to just rely on Xiao Song and the child to greet outside! My brother will often come to the house in the future, when will it be okay to say these things?"

Jiang Song was on the side, also amazed at the familiarity that Gu Changxi showed in front of him for the first time.

In the past, Gu Changxi didn't even talk to his classmates, but now he can talk about stewed pigeons with a strange old lady.

"Oh, yes, yes, I've been playing poker for a long time, and I've played three rounds." The old lady got down from the couch, her injuries from the previous fall hadn't fully healed, and her movements seemed a little clumsy.

Xing Ce and Jiang Song helped each other from left to right, and the old lady pushed them away, "Go, go, look down on old bones?"

"Little old lady..." Xing Ce watched helplessly as his mother lifted the curtain and went out, bringing Jiang Song and the others into the private room hall.

There were quite a few guests, many of whom were children from their company.

Everyone gave birthday presents to the old lady one after another. Jiang Song really played "Moonlight Night on the Spring River". The whole house applauded, lively and happy.

After greeting each other, Jiang Song habitually found a place with few people to rest, and waited for the rest to have dinner.

Among the visitors, someone recognized Gu Changxi, and immediately nodded and handed over his business card, "I've seen you for a long time! I never expected to meet you here!"

Gu Changzhen's eyes fell on Jiang Song's side, making sure that other people were there, and he casually said a few words to these people, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Cold dishes have already been placed on the table, fruits and vegetables in brine sauce are all available, and the style is also very beautiful.

But Jiang Song's appetite was weak, and he didn't seem to have much appetite, so he swallowed slowly with a cup of hot water.

After a while, He Yilan came over slowly and sat down beside him, "Boss Jiang."

"Huh?" Jiang Song didn't expect him to be so active, "How's the data digging going?"

He Yilan didn't seem to expect that he was going to ask about work, so he was a little stunned, "I have changed to a new algorithm, and I can see the traces of erasing the previous surveillance records. But it may take a while to recover, because it will take a while before the original On the basis of improving the formula to apply."

"Oh good, hurry up." Jiang Song simply warned, and continued to drink hot water.

He can't eat much at each meal, so he gets hungry easily after a while.

I've had a meal in the morning until now, and I'm already a little hungry.

"Mr. Jiang..." He Yilan blushed, but hesitated to speak.

"Huh? Say." Jiang Song held the water glass and waited patiently.

"That's right, I never... have the chance to formally apologize to you for the previous incident." He Yilan mumbled a few words, then took out an exquisite transparent box from his bag, "Then I made this myself. "

Inside the box is a small palm-sized cake with a delicate plum blossom mounted on the surface of the cake with red jam.

Jiang Song was silent for a few seconds, "Oh, it's okay, didn't you talk about it before? You don't have to worry about it."

"Listen to me first." Probably afraid that he would refuse, he continued in one breath: "I made this with soy milk, and you can eat it if you are lactose intolerant. And it is called 'Little Spring' because Chinese New Year is coming soon, I hope you are well. Because I heard that you like traditional culture, the name is taken from a poem..."

His voice became lower and lower, until he could hardly hear it at last, "...there is nothing left in the south of the Yangtze River, let's talk about giving a sprig of spring."

Jiang Song put down the water glass in his hand and looked at him with his head tilted, as if he didn't quite understand, "Why?"

The left and right are also vague, He Yilan said in a low voice with some self-deprecation: "Mr. Jiang, can I like you?"

Jiang Song was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing, "Xiaohe, you are still young, and you have many better choices than me."

"No." He Yilan became anxious, "Others are different from you, you are the most different person I have ever met."

Jiang Song is alienated on the surface but takes care of all his subordinates, and at the same time has a kind of gentleness that penetrates the bones while doing business.

But He Yilan always felt that he was too carefree, like a banished immortal who stayed in the world for a short time.

As if inadvertently, he was about to pull away and leave.

So whenever he had a chance, he couldn't wait to confess himself to Jiang Song.

"How long have you known me?" Jiang Song smiled, "What you see is only the most superficial things."

He knows that his appearance is attractive, but this attraction is very short-lived.

"I've known you for a long time, and I've always been here..." He Yilan felt a little disdainful about the past, but still gritted his teeth and said, "I'm paying attention to you."

"That's different." Jiang Song shook his head, "You haven't really touched me, and you can't see my flaws."

"Then can I have a try?" He Yilan's eyes showed pleading, "I really like you very much. Even though I don't have the capital now and I have many shortcomings, I will correct them for you."

"It's just because you feel guilty towards me, so you think that everything I do is right and good." Jiang Song remembered Gu Changxi, who he had enlightened a few years ago, who was considered to be the first love, and sighed slightly, "But not all good feelings are worth going. Pursue."

"Could it be that the rumors are false? In fact, you don't like men?" He Yilan asked in a low voice dejectedly: "I just heard that you have never had a girlfriend, but I'm actually not sure if you are the same as me. If you No, can you tell me and make me give up?"

Jiang Song frowned at his question.

In fact, he hadn't thought about it specifically.

As far as girls are concerned, there are quite a few who pursue him, and he has also come into contact with many of them.

Like Yu Youxi, no matter in terms of personality, appearance or background experience, they are already outstanding.

But when Jiang Song faced her, he only admired her.

As for men.

First of all, after the Jiang family's accident, many people avoided him.

With contact at work, it is also difficult for him to consider anyone in that direction.

To say that the heart beats faster, it can only be...

Gu Changxi stood behind He Yilan coldly, "Mr. Jiang, there are so many people, can I ask you to be responsible for my property?"

Then he can only be angry with this bastard.

He Yilan stood up in panic, "Mr. Gu, you are here too."

As if he had never heard of it, Gu Changxi bent down and touched Jiang Song's forehead, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song shook his head, "I'm a little hungry."

Gu Changxi took the seat next to him, poured out the porridge and handed it to him, and glanced at the small cake on the table, "What is this?"

He Yilan didn't know why she was afraid, but she was very scared.

He summoned up his courage and said, "I gave it to Mr. Jiang, and I made it myself."

Gu Changxi put on a happy smile, "Then he wants it?"

Jiang Song felt that He Yilan was about to cry from fright, and he sympathized with the child in his heart, calming down the atmosphere, "Leave it alone, I'll go home and eat."

"He has a bad appetite now, and these things can't be kept until he can eat them. Otherwise, I'll do it for Mr. Jiang?" Gu Changxi looked at He Yilan's expression that was as gentle as Jiang Song's, but he saw that he was in a whole body White hair sweat.

He Yilan was trembling, not daring to say whether it was good or not.

Jiang Song couldn't bear to see him being frightened by Gu Changxi, so he called several other employees over to chat for a few words, and finally let them walk away the pale little He.

After the people left, Jiang Song looked at Gu Changzhen with a helpless look, "Can you not be like a child? How old is he? Are children grabbing candy?"

"How old is he?" Gu Changzhen's tone was cold and mean, "Is he a few years older than me? What's the use of that?"

Jiang Song was really angry and wanted to confront him.

He took apart the little cake, and took a spoon to dig up the plum blossom.

"Mr. Jiang has eaten something cold now. We don't have to go home when we go out. We go directly to the hospital." Gu Changxi was just disdainful just now, but now his face really turned cold, and his eyes showed anger.

In fact, before eating, Jiang Song made him so angry that his stomach hurt.

Originally going out early in the morning, socializing with people all the time, and meeting He Yilan like this again, he was already a little tired.

His hands holding the spoon were trembling a little, and before he even put a bite of the cake into his mouth, Gu Changxi threw the spoon and cream on the table.

"Gu Changxi, do you think I'm easy to bully?" This was the first time Jiang Song really got angry at Gu Changxi after he returned to China.

Gu Changxi picked him up from his seat and carried him out of the hotel in full view, "Yes, I just think you're a bully."

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