Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Gu Changxi walked up the stairs calmly, and when he stepped on the last step, the gloomy aura had completely spread out.

He passed Jiang Song and walked in front of Wu Qingshan, "I thought your company had a lot of situations to deal with recently, but looking at it now, Mr. Wu is still not busy enough."

Wu Qingshan's face was full of storms, "Thanks to Mr. Gu, it's okay."

"How can you make do? You can come to this kind of place to gossip about family affairs, which means that Mr. Wu still has a lot of free time." Gu Changzhen tilted his head and smiled.

Wu Qingshan snorted, "It's not as good as Mr. Gu, who is leisurely and carefree, and wants to raise canaries."

Jiang Song immediately burst out laughing, "Wu Qingshan, the canary you are talking about is not me, is it? You are so old, can you stop blowing your mouth full of guns in front of a child?"

"What is the relationship between you, I'm afraid it's up to you to decide." Wu Qingshan was somewhat annoyed, "My cousin is so loud, he can actually call the head of Gu's Energy as a child."

"What is the relationship between us, I don't want to bother Mr. Wu." Gu Changxi gently took Jiang Song's waist, "I don't think there is any need for you to meet in private, otherwise I am worried that the shares of the Wu family will lose Mr. Wu's blessing. , maybe it will drop a few more points."

"Gu Changxi, you dare to threaten me?" Wu Qingshan raised his head abruptly, his eyebrows were finally even with the tip of Gu Changxi's nose, "Do you know who I am? How dare you come to my territory without even growing my hair Called?"

Wu Qingshan said some sarcastic remarks to himself, Jiang Song was too lazy to argue with him verbally.

But now he said Gu Changzhen, Jiang Song quit, "What are you talking about? Who do you say has no hair? What did you eat, your mouth is so smelly?"

Ever since he was a child, Wu Qingshan had never seen Jiang Song get so angry, and he became more and more eccentric, "Oh, you protect him so much, can he give you more pocket money every month?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Song punched Wu Qingshan in the face.

Although he didn't have much strength, he still beat Wu Qingshan's head to the side.

Wu Qingshan covered his face, "Jiang Song! Who the hell doesn't know that Gu Changzhen came back to tease you? Stop being so sentimental here!"

Jiang Song was trembling with anger, and wanted to raise his foot towards him again, but was hugged aside by Gu Changxi.

He tried hard to break away from Gu Changxi's arm, "What are you doing! Let go! I have to teach him how to talk today!"

He was light in weight, and was easily held in place by Gu Changxi.

"Take it." Gu Changzhen took off his coat and handed him the paper bag in his hand, "Stand here."

Originally, Jiang Song was so excited that he was sweating, but when he saw Gu Changhui rolled up his shirt sleeves, he suddenly became sober.

Wu Qingshan is not Yang Guangyuan, if Gu Changxi also beats him to half-mutilation, then the Wu family will never let it go.

Wu Qingshan's expression also changed, and he secretly took two steps towards the sliding door in the stairwell.

"Don't fight." Jiang Song grabbed Gu Changzhen's hand when he turned around, "It's not worth it."

"Didn't you hit him just now? Why can you hit me but not?" Gu Changxi tilted his head slightly to look at him.

Jiang Song didn't have time to argue with him about these things, he didn't let go of his hand, and opened his mouth: "My stomach hurts."

It's not all pretend, he gets uncomfortable easily when he gets angry.

But the main thing is that he is afraid that Gu Changyi will get into trouble.

Seeing that Gu Changzhen hesitated, Wu Qingshan yelled again, "I'm sorry you don't dare to do anything to me."

Jiang Song couldn't help but lamented that Jiang Zhengzhong and Wu Yali were going all over the place to suck their bones and suck their marrow. They were greedy for nothing, but in the end they raised such an idiot who was a mess inside and out.

He was also worried that Gu Changxi's anger would be raised by Wu Qingshan again, so he squatted on the ground, "Changxi, I feel sick to my stomach."

Gu Changxi turned around and shook off the coat in his arms, and put it on him, "Can you still walk?"

Jiang Song was just a little uncomfortable, and he must be able to walk.

He nodded, "Yes, let's go, Xing Ce is still waiting downstairs."

Wu Qingshan watched Gu Changxi slowly help Jiang Song up, and sneered, "Mr. Gu's acting is really good, if I didn't know that you still hold the shares of the Jiang family in your hand, I would almost believe it. "

As if he hadn't heard of it, Gu Changxi pushed open the door of the stairwell to let Jiang Song out first, "Slow down."

Before Jiang Song went out, he looked back again, "Wu Qingshan, I advise you to read more books and read newspapers when you have time, and stop yelling outside, for fear that others will not know what is missing in your mind."

Wu Qingshan's fake face with a smile was finally torn off, and when Jiang Song and Gu Changxi came out of sight, he muttered viciously, "Let's see!"

The two were waiting at the elevator entrance.

Jiang Song calmly let go of Gu Changxi's hand on his waist, and began to look down at the kraft paper bag in his hand.

The elevator came up in less than a minute, but a nurse inside blocked the door and refused to let in, "Appointment for first aid! Please wait for the next shift!"

Soon a hospital bed was rolled over, and the woman lying on it looked not very old, but there was only a thin layer of fluff left on her head, her face had become swollen and blue, and she was already terminally ill.

She was coughing hoarsely, and her bony chest was whistling like a bellows.

"Give way! Make way!" Several nurses pushed her to separate the crowd, "Quick! Heart rate is 48 and pressure difference is [-]! Blood pressure is still dropping!"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Song's throat tightened.

It was probably this environment that made him feel the breath of death again.

Time seemed to be elongated, and he thought that he had been lying on such a bed.

The overhead light on the ceiling of the hospital flashed quickly in front of my eyes, and after a long period of darkness, there was a short flash of light.

The doctor was calling his name loudly.

The oxygen mask was robbing him of breathing.

Even though his eyes were open, he seemed to be able to hear voices all the time.

He heard the doctor report the blood pressure and heartbeat, and shout out the measurement of adrenaline very quickly.

For a few moments, he felt his consciousness leave his body and become a spectator.

He stood by the hospital bed, watching the doctors and nurses busy with his lifeless self on the bed.

He wanted to tell the doctor that he was still awake and not in shock.

But the blood-stained body on the bed could not speak.

He remembered that when the doctor defibrillated him, his consciousness was reattached.

It was as if he was being struck by lightning one after another, and bright white pictures kept flashing in front of his eyes.

What was he thinking at that time?

Or, who are you thinking about?

"Mr. Jiang?" Gu Changzhen looked down at him, his eyes were not even friendly.

Jiang Song was stunned for half a second, then blinked, "Huh?"

"If you're still not feeling well, let's go for a checkup right now, so as not to have to come back again when we get home." Gu Changxi glanced at the hospital bed that had just been pushed into the elevator, and moved a little to block Jiang Song's sight .

"Oh, I'm not sick." Jiang Song straightened his shoulders and tried to cheer up, "I'm looking at the medicine you bought."

That pack was full of common household medicines, cold medicines and anti-inflammatory medicines, and the doctor's order of two pills a day was written on the box.

"Are you catching a cold?" Jiang Song looked at him reproachfully, "Who told you to take a cold shower in this cold weather? Young people and capital are not used for such squandering."

Gu Changxi looked at him quietly for a while, with no expression on his face, he turned his eyes away.

"I'm talking to you, Gu Changxi," Jiang Song couldn't help frowning after the mildew he had suffered in Wu Qingshan just now hadn't disappeared, "And you just take medicine when you come to the hospital, why are you lying to me?"

This is what he cares about.

When the new elevator arrived, Gu Changxi walked in first, "Mr. Jiang, I have told you repeatedly before that there is no need to tell you where I am going or what I am going to do. For example, if I am on a business trip or come to Hospitals are not within the scope of reporting to you."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Song was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled, "I don't care what you do. Then you don't care about me. Neither of us cares about the other."

He does not intend to abide by Gu Changxi's outrageous "agreement".

"Impossible." Gu Changxi looked at the jumping numbers on the elevator, "Mr. Jiang has no right to speak until the owed me is paid off."

Jiang Song opened his mouth, with a look of slump on his face, he lowered his head and didn't speak again.

He felt a little powerless.

Why is it always like this.

When he saw Jiang Song coming out of the hospital, Xing Ce originally wanted to complain that if he stayed longer, the monkey would almost evolve into a human.

But seeing the expression on his face and Gu Changxi following behind him, Xing Ce didn't know where to start.

"Very, quite a long time!" Xing Ce pretended not to see Gu Changxi who followed Jiang Song into the car, "The old man is still alive?"

Jiang Song remembered the water stains that Zhang Rusen had left on the coffee table just now, glanced at Gu Changzhen who was also in the car, closed his eyes tiredly, and didn't say much: "You look pretty good."

"Tired?" Xing Ce looked at Jiang Song's face, and didn't dare to nag him, "No, isn't there any discomfort?"

"No, I met Wu Qingshan, it's bad luck." Jiang Song leaned on the back seat to rest, his voice was weak.

"Then are you still going to the company today?" Xing Ce looked at the time, "It's almost time for dinner."

The information Jiang Song got today is enough for him to digest.

He opened his eyes and looked at the green belt passing by outside the window, "No need, I'll go straight home."

Xing Ce glared at Gu Changxi angrily, "Where is Mr. Gu going? I'll drop by and send you off first."

"I'll go home too." Gu Changzhen said softly, "Uncle Xing, please."

Xing Ce couldn't help choking him, "Go back, go back to your own home?"

Gu Changxi's gaze slowly lifted up, and he fixed it on Xing Ce's face through the rearview mirror, "I'm just one family."

Xing Ce wanted to sneer, but he couldn't laugh while staring at him so much, so he just drove with a straight face.

The atmosphere in the car has been very dull.

In normal times, Jiang Song might take the initiative to ease.

But today he was really tired, so he kept silent.

When he got off the car at the villa, he didn't care whether Gu Changxi followed or not, he went in and changed his shoes and went back to the bedroom.

He doesn't understand.

I have never harbored any malice towards Gu Changzhen, nor have I ever suspected him.

But if Gu Changxi really hated himself so much, why did he stay with him when he was sick?

Ever since Gu Changxi came back, she hardly talked to him properly.

Before Jiang Song also felt that he was getting used to it slowly, children are playing with temper, what is there to be serious about?

But every day, Gu Changzhen opened and shut his mouth and said "Mr. Jiang", the one on the left "don't worry about it", and the one on the right "takes himself too seriously".

Jiang Song couldn't stand it anymore.

After sending Xing Ce a pure digital WeChat message, he pulled the quilt over his head, always feeling a breath in his chest, tired but unable to fall asleep.

He got up from the bed again, closed the bedroom door, and lit a golden leaf.

The weather outside the window is gloomy and gloomy in winter, and the indoor air pressure is also a little low.

He took a drag on the cigarette, opened the window a little, and slowly exhaled the white smoke along the crack of the window.

As soon as the smoke left his lungs, he reflected that he shouldn't care.

Because Gu Changzhen was young, and because his behavior a few years ago was "abandoned" to some extent.

After smoking two cigarettes, his nerves relaxed a lot, and Jiang Song leaned against the window and squinted.

There are too many things in the mind, and the dream is a bit ambiguous.

First, Zhang Rusen played with him in the yard when he was a child.

He took a mop, dipped it in water, and played "I draw you guess" with Zhang Rusen.

First he painted.

Jiang Song drew a rose in two strokes.

But Zhang Rusen always guessed wrong, sometimes he said it was a cup and sometimes he said it was a kitten.

I had to replace it with Jiang Songchai.

Zhang Rusen wrote a series of numbers and tapped his fingers on his knee, "Xiao Song, how can you be worthy of your father?"

After a while, it was Wu Qingshan, biting Jiang Song's ear, "Even if I kill you, I can't convict you without monitoring. The Wu family has money and contacts. Given your current poverty, do you still want to use your arms to twist your thighs?" ?”

Jiang Song struggled a bit in his dream, but failed to wake up.

Then came the hospital.

In his dream, Jiang Song was lying on the hospital bed by himself, with tubes of all sizes inserted all over his body.

The doctor said to him earnestly: "If you persist, you may live a few more days."

He also discussed with the doctor with a playful smile: "Please let me live until Changxi comes back. Don't I feel relieved when I see him well?"

The doctor shook his head, "It's not easy, it's not easy, you're already dead, why should life be worse than death?"

The tube in his nose was used to send liquid food into his stomach, and he had an oxygen tube in his mouth.

The fast-passing gas stripped moisture from his mouth, leaving him parched.

Jiang Song is looking forward to seeing the little boy again.

Finally, Gu Changxi showed up in front of the hospital bed, but opened his mouth with a cold "Mr. Jiang".

He said, "Long time no see, is Mr. Jiang okay?"

Jiang Song lay on the hospital bed like a mummy, forced a smile, "It's fine."

Gu Changxi said coldly again: "Sure enough, Mr. Jiang can live a very relaxed life without the burden."

Jiang Song wanted to explain, but he was afraid of implicating him, so he could only swallow those grievances that were difficult to express.

He continued to reflect on himself: What is the difference between you and those elders who can only say "I'm all for your own good"?What you want to give to Gu Changxi, if he never wanted it, it's just a kind of imposition.

But he couldn't help being wronged: Then what else can I do?I don't impose it, Gu Changyi can only be unlucky with me.Why did he endure these innocent disasters?

Looking at Gu Changxi's cold face, Jiang Song felt that he deserved it, and felt very uncomfortable at the same time.

Gu Changxi was still standing in front of the hospital bed, Jiang Song refused to shed tears in front of the junior.

But the tubes on his body hurt him very much, so he hoped that Gu Changzhen would leave quickly, and let the doctor with foresight give him a good injection.

Gu Changxi kept on refusing to leave, Jiang Song gritted his teeth and refused to cry out the pain, the pain turned into a low whimper swirling in his throat.

"Jiang Song!" Gu Changzhen frowned and tried to shake him awake, but when he lifted his face, he found tears all over his face.

"Hush—" He hugged Jiang Song and gently rubbed his chest, "It's okay, it's all a dream."

Jiang Song was dreaming again.

Jiang Song seemed to be trying to suppress his crying, his breathing was rapid and shallow.

Gu Changxi grabbed his armpit, hugged him into his arms and patted his back, "It's not uncomfortable anymore, it's not uncomfortable anymore."

"I hurt..." Jiang Song sobbed in a low voice, "I don't want oxygen anymore, my mouth is very dry."

Gu Changxi couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he rubbed the back of his neck and said lightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a dream."

"It's so uncomfortable." Jiang Song couldn't hold it anymore, and cried out, "I'm so uncomfortable."

Gu Changxi panicked, "Why is it uncomfortable? Is it the stomach or something?"

Jiang Song didn't have a fever, but his face was pale, and his hands and feet were so cold that there was no temperature.

Jiang Song instinctively grabbed Gu Changzhen's clothes, breathing more and more quickly, and finally opened his eyes trembling.

Gu Changxi anxiously rubbed his fingers for him, "Are you awake? Still feeling uncomfortable?"

After a moment of bewilderment, Jiang Song wiped his face vigorously twice, and quickly regained his composure, "It's just a dream, it's not uncomfortable."

It's just that his eyes were slightly red and swollen, and the tears on his face hadn't been completely wiped off. Being too strong on the surface was not convincing.

He looked down for his slippers, and took them off Gu Changzhen's lap.

Jiang Song couldn't help sighing: I cried like my grandson in a dream, it's really embarrassing.

Gu Changxi silently followed him, and picked off the golden leaf that he had held in his mouth before he could light it.

Jiang Songzheng's face was hot, without even looking at him, he touched one again and took it in his mouth.

Gu Changxi raised his thick eyebrows, pinched his chin to let him look at him, "Mr. Jiang, do I need to remind you how much interest is a cigarette?"

He was not strong enough, and Jiang Song avoided his hand with a slight twist of his face.

Jiang Song lit the lighter, lit the cigarette calmly, and took a provocative puff.

"Gu Changxi, let me remind you this time." As he spoke, some smoke lingered slightly, covering the fragile redness on the corners of his eyes, "Call me 'Mr. Jiang' again, and you will get out of this house .”

Little bunny.

I'm used to you.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-0720:48:55~2021-09-0820:07:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tanhen and Xingxinger 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 271606056 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?