Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

At dawn, the snow stopped, and the road was sprinkled with salt by the sanitation team, and the road surface was much cleaner.

"Eat, do you want something to eat?" Xing Ce looked at Jiang Song from the rearview mirror, "He told you to go as soon as possible, but it didn't mean that you would not be allowed to eat."

Jiang Song leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, "Don't eat, I feel like vomiting after eating."

"Okay, good guy," Xing Ce shook his head, "Those who don't know think you have it, but you have it...the water and rice don't get in, and your face is as white as a ghost."

Jiang Song casually pinched a couple of hands on his face, barely making a little blush, "Is it alright?"

Xing Ce glanced back at him, the specks of light pink made his already fair skin almost transparent.

He curled his lips, "Yes, let me tell you, why don't you tell the surname Gu to go home and sleep first? I feel like you, you fucking are going to pass out at any moment."

"It's not necessary," Jiang Song pulled the sleeves of his coat over the back of his hands to cover up the bruises left by the infusion, "It's not like there are worse times."

"Hurry up, don't mention your great achievements." Xing Ce got angry when he mentioned this, and gave him a hard look. "I've kept your stack, stack of critical illness notices! I'll give you a certificate later. Post it on the wall for that guy surnamed Gu to see..."

"That's enough, it's about the Year of the Monkey." Jiang Song stopped him and pulled the scarf over his chin. "Does that builder, Yang Guangyuan, have anything to do with Jiang Zhengzhong?"

Jiang Zhengzhong is Jiang Song's uncle. He joined the Wu family who got rich overnight in his early years, and he has received the support of Jiang's family since then.

Six years ago, Jiang Song's father fell from a building and died. The Jiang family's career plummeted and finally fell on Jiang Song.

Jiang Zhengzhong was the one who cried the saddest at the funeral, but the Wu family replaced the Jiang family and became the leader in the industry.

"Yang Guangyuan is very smart. Although he is loyal to the Wu family," Xing Ce turned around, "but the accounts are very flat. It seems that he has nothing to do with the Wu family."

"It's okay, let's check." Jiang Song glanced at the pure snow outside the window, "Is there any impenetrable wall in the world?"

When they reached the downstairs of Gu's Group, the snow started to fall again.

"I'll go up with you, go up?" Xing Ce was a little worried, "I heard that the surname, the surname Gu, is not a thing."

Jiang Song remembered the "virgin/female/membrane" last night again, and couldn't help laughing, "Why is Changxi not a thing? Don't worry about it."

"Why, why don't you believe in evil?" Xing Ce was anxious for him, "Who doesn't know that he eats and eats people without spit out bones!"

"Okay, okay," Jiang Song leaned on the handrail of the elevator, and pressed the button, "I will be careful."

The elevator went up to the 22nd floor, and there was a young man waiting outside the top door, and he was relieved to see him, "Is that Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Song nodded, "Yes."

"I'm Mr. Gu's secretary. You can call me Secretary Zhou." Secretary Zhou had dark circles under his eyes, and it seemed that he didn't have a good rest last night.

He moved Jiang Song to the reception room, "Mr. Gu is in a meeting, please come here and wait for a while."

The sofa in the reception room is extraordinarily large and soft, almost out of tune with the simple gray style around it.

As soon as Jiang Song sat down, Secretary Zhou came over and asked him: "Have you had breakfast? Are you hungry? Do you want a sandwich? Ham or egg? Or do you want Chinese style? Steamed buns or fried dough sticks?"

Jiang Song was really not hungry after a night of fluid infusion, especially since he was sweating uncontrollably, he might need to lie down and sleep more.

He leaned back on the sofa, "I came here after breakfast, don't bother me."

"No trouble, no trouble," Secretary Zhou was very enthusiastic, "Then why don't you drink some hot soy milk? President Gu's meeting may take a while."

Jiang Song felt that the little secretary was very interesting, and it seemed that he might not be able to get rid of it if he didn't order anything, so he smiled and said, "Okay."

Relieved, Secretary Zhou trotted to serve him soy milk.

Within 2 minutes, Secretary Zhou came back, and Jiang Song took the soy milk, but he didn't see Secretary Zhou leaving, but stood beside him.

"Go ahead, I'll just wait here by myself." Jiang Song tactfully advised the little secretary to leave.

Secretary Zhou stared at the cup in his hand with anxious eyes, "This soy milk is freshly brewed in the morning, with red dates and a lot of sugar added, you can try it."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Song smiled, "It's like persuading Wu Dalang to take medicine."

Secretary Zhou's face paled, as if he was about to cry, "Don't you like soy milk? Or don't you like red dates?"

"I like it," Jiang Songxu could hardly hold the cup, and didn't want to embarrass him, he drank the soy milk in a few gulps, "Is it okay?"

"Okay," Secretary Zhou pulled out a thin blanket from behind and put it on Jiang Song's knee as if conjuring, "Then you rest, I'll come back later when Mr. Gu is over."

The warm air in the living room was very strong, and after drinking a cup of hot soybean milk, the chill on Jiang Song's body faded a lot, but his sleepiness became heavier.

He looked at the empty cup in his hand, and thought of Gu Changxi many years ago.

When Gu Changxi first came to his house, he was like a puppy who had lost his home. He didn't open his mouth to eat for several days, and he was bored in the room reading after school every day.

Jiang Song held every meal in front of him, and ate heartily in front of him.

In fact, his stomach was very normal at that time, and he would definitely vomit if he ate too much.

But in front of Gu Changxi, he ate everything happily.

"My grandfather passed away, aren't you sad at all?" Gu Changxi looked at him with a frown after all, he was young and not strong enough, "Or you haven't gone to my house to practice calligraphy for a long time, and you have lost affection with him. "

Jiang Song twisted his face with a smile, "Then you are hungry, will Teacher Gu be happy?"

"You don't understand," the young Gu Changxi turned his face, as cold as ice, "They are not your relatives after all."

At that time, Jiang Song was sipping a glass of milk and went out without saying anything.

After not seeing him back for a long time, Gu Changxi left the study and began to "go to the bathroom".

After going to the three toilets on the first floor, Jiang Song was not found, so Gu Changzhen went upstairs to use the toilet again.

As soon as he went up to the second floor and heard the movement in the innermost bedroom, it didn't sound right, so he immediately ran in.

Jiang Song propped up the sink, turned on the water to the maximum, and was about to wash away the filth in the sink.

His fingers holding the edge of the pool were a little white due to excessive force, only the knuckles were still light pink.

The air smelled of milk and the faint sourness of digestive juices.

"What's wrong with you?" Little Gu Changxi clenched his fists and asked him bluntly, but there was a layer of moisture in his eyes.

"It's okay, wash your face." Jiang Song was really a little angry, too lazy to talk to the hapless child.

He flushed the pool clean, turned and walked outside.

Just two steps away, the waist was tightly bound by a pair of hands behind him, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Jiang Song was a little surprised.

"I'm sorry, don't get sick." The young man strangled him almost out of breath, "Don't get sick."

The arms around his waist were trembling, and Jiang Song didn't want to scare him, so he patted his hand lightly, "It's all right, it's just lactose intolerance."

Until a few years later, Gu Changxi never let him eat a bite of dairy products.

What he can eat and what he can't eat, Gu Changxi is very clear about his taboos, he watches him eat every meal at home, and he has to video report what he eats in the morning and evening when he is on a short business trip.

He had a slight headache, and Gu Changxi was so nervous that he stayed awake all night.

So in those years, it was not so much that he took care of Gu Changxi, it was better to say that he raised his children to guard against old age, and lived a filial life ahead of time.

Gu Changxi has been skipping grades in elementary and junior high school, and Jiang Song is about to finish high school before he graduates from university.

Jiang Song wakes up every morning with a prepared breakfast of all kinds, including everything except milk.

At that time, he didn't like getting up early, so Gu Changxi came to wake him up every day, "Get up."

Jiang Song didn't even open his eyes, "5 minutes."

Gu Changxi, a tall high school student, rubbed the back of his neck, "Jiang Song, I've made red date soy milk for you, get up and drink it."

He buried his face in the pillow, "It's not big or small, call it Uncle."

Gu Changxi pressed against his ear, and his breath made goose bumps on his neck, "Uncle, I'm going to be late."

Jiang Song raised his hand habitually, trying to slap him into the quilt next to him, but the touch felt strange.

The slight sense of weightlessness turned out to be waking up from a dream.

Jiang Song rubbed his eyes sleepily, looked at the adult body Gu Changxi who was fixing his tie, a little embarrassed, "Sorry, did I hit you?"

Gu Changxi looked down at him indifferently, but a red mark next to his ear broke his gloom, "Mr. Jiang is still so easy-going, he can fall asleep wherever he lies."

"What time is it?" Jiang Song narrowed his eyes and looked at his watch, "Did you sleep for so long?"

After waking up, the tiredness accumulated last night dissipated a lot, and his face was a little more bloody, but it was strange that the more he slept, the sleepier he became.

"You sleep a little longer," Gu Changxi looked at him mockingly, "you can have dinner when you get up."

"Can I sleep a little longer?" Jiang Song closed his eyes again, "Then I'll sleep a little longer."

"..." Gu Changxi said forcefully, "I invited Mr. Jiang to discuss cooperation."

Jiang Song shrank into the blanket, "Well, this blanket is a bit thin."

"Mr. Jiang wants to sleep, so he can go home and sleep." Gu Changxi walked to him, bringing over the coercive aura of the superior.

Jiang Song's spirit has been relaxed, and he murmured, "Don't make noise, Changxi, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Gu Changxi stood indifferently by the sofa for a while, looking at Jiang Song without any warmth in his eyes.

The warm air in the reception room made a slight draft sound, and a faint sweet pear smell evaporated in the air.

That was the smell of shampoo that Jiang Song had used since childhood.

Seen by him, he couldn't sleep, Jiang Song opened his eyes and looked at him blankly, then closed his eyes unbearably, and tugged at the blanket on his body, "It's cold."

Gu Changxi snorted coldly, turned around and left the reception room.

About half a minute later, Jiang Song heard very shallow footsteps.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he just felt that a thicker blanket was carefully wrapped around his body, and his forehead was gently touched.

Jiang Song grabbed the air impatiently, pushed away the hand on his forehead, "Secretary Zhou, don't bother."

The hand pushed away by him froze slightly, and pulled it away neatly.

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Scene [-]: A reception room with a big sofa.

Advantages: large, suitable for load-bearing.

Disadvantages: soft, not conducive to borrowing force, difficult to specific posture.