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Ji Xun also noticed that Jiang Chengli's foot injury was not healed and he was not wearing shoes. Afraid of causing the tattoo on Jiang Chengli's back, Ji Xun took off his coat and put it on Jiang Chengli, picked him up and walked to the servant.

Seeing relatives visiting for New Year's greetings, there was much excitement to watch, and several of the parties involved were handsome, tall, and star-like, and they all gathered in front of the door to watch the play in twos and threes.

The spectators made a lot of noise at the door, and when they saw Ji Xun carrying Jiang Chengli on his back, there were a few laughs from the crowd.

Perhaps the laughter was not malicious, but Jiang Chengli shrank sensitively and buried his head in Ji Xun's neck.

"Don't be afraid, young master, we'll go home now." Ji Xun sensitively sensed Jiang Chengli's emotions, lifted Jiang Chengli up and held him tighter, and comforted him with a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Jiang Chengli lay on Ji Xun's back, took the shoes and clothes from the servant with downcast eyes, but didn't take the key.

Ji Xun carried Jiang Chengli back to the car, put him gently on the back seat, squatted down on one knee as they did when they first met, and put Jiang Chengli's feet on his lap, the snow melted and wet him in circles He didn't seem to notice the suit pants, just took out a paper towel to help Jiang Chengli wipe off the mud stained on his feet.

The skin touched by the fingertips was icy cold, Ji Xun covered it with his hands, and his eyes touched Jiang Chengli's still swollen and purple ankle, as if he had been stabbed.

Before they parted, Jiang Chengli's ankle had improved, but after half a month, it looked heavier than before.

Jiang Chengli was surrounded by the heat brought by Ji Xun. Seeing Ji Xun's earnest expression with slightly frowning brows, and the snow falling on his hair and eyelashes, he looked away for two seconds in a daze.

The bodyguard handed over the newly bought socks and baby warm stickers, and Ji Xun took them and helped Jiang Chengli put them on.

He turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, touched Jiang Chengli's forehead and found that he didn't have a fever, so he was relieved.

Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers suddenly became more lively. Everyone was living an ordinary life. When had they ever seen two men intimate in public in real life, and even helped them put on shoes and clothes like servants.

Although the face of the man being served was blocked by another one from the beginning to the end, it can be seen from his slightly exposed jaw and vague figure that he looks equally good.

"Master, wait for me." Ji Xun heard the noise behind him, paused, and kissed Jiang Chengli lightly on the forehead.

He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, but did not resist.

Then Ji Xun stood up and closed the car door, blocking the sight of the crowd.

Jiang Chengli, who was in the car with warm air, looked up at You Fan through the car window. He was looking at them from a distance, and his side was motionless. The servant was beside him helping to hold an umbrella. The gloomy weather and the rustling snowflakes were blurred Looking at his face, Jiang Chengli could only see that he was staring at him, and he didn't seem to intend to stop them.

Jiang Chengli was not surprised that Ji Xun was able to bring him out from You Fan. He just learned from the system that Ji Xun succeeded him as the new chairman, and this house was also bought by Ji Xun.

The one who should go is actually You Fan.

Jiang Chengli saw Ji Xun walking in front of You Fan, and was blocked by the car window. Jiang Chengli could only see Ji Xun's back, but couldn't see the subtle changes in their expressions, let alone hear what they were saying.

Jiang Chengli simply turned his head and stopped looking, but he didn't notice that the second he turned his head, You Fan's eyes turned to the stationary black car, as if he was about to look in through the window glass, and slightly aroused his gaze. The corner of his lips slowly said: "Okay."

He lost everything, but he didn't expect that Ji Xun's methods would be more ruthless, trying to make him worse than a stray dog.

Jiang Chengli was buttoning his coat in a daze when he saw the car door on the other side open and Ji Xun came in.

"Let's go home." Ji Xun helped Jiang Chengli fasten his seat belt, holding a newly bought medicine box by the bodyguards in his hand.

Jiang Chengli nodded and said nothing.

The car drove smoothly, Ji Xun opened the medicine box and took out the anti-inflammatory medicine and warm water, and handed it to Jiang Chengli: "Master, take the medicine first."

Jiang Chengli took the water, but the tattoo on his back was indeed still swollen, and it was uncomfortable from being rubbed by the clothes, and it was itchy and painful.

"Master, show me your back."

Jiang Chengli had just finished drinking the medicine when he heard Ji Xun say this.

Jiang Chengli seemed to have been stabbed, and subconsciously leaned his body on the back of the chair to hide, but there was another burst of pain.

Seeing this, Ji Xun coaxed patiently: "Let me see, you should pay more attention to the newly tattooed tattoo, otherwise it will hurt."

Who knew that when he said this, Jiang Chengli hid even more, with his entire back leaning against the corner of the seat, showing a defensive posture.

Ji Xun was even more anxious, fearing that Jiang Chengli was seriously injured and he didn't want to let him see it, so he asked the driver to turn into the underground parking lot of a shopping mall by the side of the road. It was the Chinese New Year when there were few people in the shopping mall and there were fewer cars in the parking lot.

The driver stood by to let the wind blow, and Ji Xun turned the temperature of the car higher, almost to the point of sweating.

He unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over to undo Jiang Chengli's as well.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengli unbuckled his seat belt first, and wanted to drive the door out, but Ji Xun found out and locked the door first.

Ji Xun directly took Jiang Chengli over, let him lie on the seat, and lifted the clothes on his back.

With a set of movements so smooth and flowing, Jiang Chengli didn't even have room to struggle.

Jiang Chengli's skin was exposed to the air. Although he wasn't cold, he was so nervous that he got goosebumps. He grabbed the coat back and put it on, but Ji Xun threw the coat to the front seat. In the end, he didn't even leave his pants behind. , was faded to the crook of the leg by Ji Xun.

When Ji Xun saw the skin on Jiang Chengli's back, his heart twitched fiercely.

The tattoo shouldn't have hurt so badly, but You Fan deliberately wanted Jiang Chengli to suffer, so he didn't hesitate to strike hard, and the tattoo was too large and didn't take care of it properly. Jiang Chengli escaped desperately and added a layer of injury when struggling , tattoos look a little scary now.

Jiang Chengli struggled and wanted to pull up his pants, but Ji Xun held him down, and said in a forbearing tone, "Master, don't move."

In the next second, the cold ointment was touched on the lower back, which relieved Jiang Chengli's pain and itching, and he felt much more comfortable immediately.

Every corner of the tattoo was covered with a layer of medicine, including the most ambiguous and hidden part at the bottom.

Jiang Chengli felt better and stopped struggling. He quietly waited for Ji Xun to finish taking the medicine and put up his pants. He just sat up straight and before he took off his clothes and fastened his pants, his lips were blocked.

Jiang Chengli barely reacted, his lips were lightly bitten, and the other party's tongue came in when he was stunned. The force that curled his lips and tongue was so violent that Jiang Chengli had never seen before.

But only for a short moment, Ji Xun regained his gentleness, and his movements were gentle and sugary, as if he wanted to suck and melt him, as if the sudden violence just now was just his illusion.