After introducing someone to the boss, I became his only favorite

Qiao Xingran, who felt that he was being unreasonable, stopped questioning Jiang Yandong. They were a little embarrassed when they parted. Fortunately, there were not many people by the lake. Otherwise, if other people saw the two big men hugging each other, they might be pointed at. .

Qiao Xingran pushed Jiang Yandong away, his throat was a little dry, thinking that he must have gotten angry from eating too much seafood.

"Let's go, the driver should be waiting." Qiao Xingran took the lead in turning around and walking back, lowering his head slightly to hide his slightly burning ears.

It must be because of Jiang Yandong's body temperature is too high, and his breath, so it is impossible for him to be shy because of being hugged by a man, Qiao Xingran thought angrily, and his steps couldn't help being a little messy.

Jiang Yandong stood under the street lamp, watching the person who was walking away, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after a while, he caught up with the person with big strides.

Hearing the steady footsteps behind him, Qiao Xingran walked faster again in anger, but suddenly a hand stopped him, and because of inertia, he immediately fell into warm embrace.

He raised his head suddenly, and in front of him was a white-painted lamppost. It turned out that he almost bumped into the lamppost.

"Thank you." Qiao Xingran quickly escaped from Jiang Yandong's embrace, walking forward with his hands in his coat pockets.

Back in the car, Qiao Xingran hid in Jiang Yandong's arms in a futile manner, his back was covered in cold sweat, and he habitually fell asleep in his arms.

"Qiao Xingran, wake up, take a bath before going to sleep."

Qiao Xingran felt in a daze that he was put on the bed, and he habitually pulled the quilt to cover himself, but someone seemed to be against him and pulled the quilt to prevent him from covering him.

"I don't want to wash, I want to sleep." Qiao Xingran lost his temper and pulled the quilt vigorously, but he just rolled out of bed.

"Hiss." He opened his eyes in confusion, and found a black figure standing in front of him, and he subconsciously let out a groan.

"Why are you standing in front of my bed?" Qiao Xingran yelled in shock, it was so dark and the lights were not turned on, it was so frightening to death.

Qiao Xingran was about to sit up a little angrily, but unexpectedly bumped against the corner of the table with a bang, and he covered his forehead, his head buzzing.

Jiang Yandong put him on the bed, before he could wake him up, he started to fight with the quilt, and fell off the bed before he could react.

There was a loud bang in the darkness, Jiang Yandong quickly turned on the light and went to help him up.

"Are you all right?" He held back his own smile, and when someone raised his head, the smile stopped abruptly.

Qiao Xingran, who just fell asleep, covered his forehead, and looked at him with tears in his deer eyes. The expression on his face was innocent and aggrieved, just like a frightened little rabbit.

"My head is going to be knocked stupid." Qiao Xingran panted and sat up with Jiang Yandong's strength, his forehead was burning with pain.

"See if it's swollen?" Qiao Xingran let go of Jiang Yandong's hand, and moved her head anxiously.

A red bag bulged out of the fair and smooth forehead, and the skin was slightly torn. Jiang Yandong made a strange mistake, held Qiao Xingran's head, and put a kiss on the red bag.

"You, what are you doing?" Qiao Xingran blushed, and looked at the other party stupidly, with a strange feeling on his forehead.

Jiang Yandong kissed him, kissed him, kissed him... What happened to this world?

"It's okay, the old man said whoever you hit will get better soon." Jiang Yandong helped him to stand up as if nothing happened, his expression remained unchanged.

"Is that so?" Qiao Xingran nodded. Why didn't he hear the old man say that, he only heard that he had to wipe his saliva when he bumped into a place. Could it be that the old man's words were different because of his hometown?

"Well, you go take a bath first, and I'll rub some medicine for you later." Jiang Yandong had already recovered, and bent down to pick up the quilt wrapped by Qiao Xingran that fell off the bed.

"Oh, good." Qiao Xingran didn't dare to touch the big bag on his forehead, nodded and found his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

"Don't let your forehead or neck get wet. Be careful when you take a bath." Aunt Lin seemed to have heard their conversation, and called out from a distance.

"Okay, I got it." Qiao Xingran replied with a loud voice, and he forgot if he didn't remind him.

He touched the gauze around his neck, wondering if he had been a little unlucky recently, otherwise why would he always suffer, and he didn't even have time to do part-time jobs.

He suddenly thought of Wuming Mountain, which his mother often took her to before. There was a temple on it, and the Buddha there was quite spiritual. He should find time to go up the mountain to pray for blessings some other day.

After taking a bath, Qiao Xingran dried her hair, then went downstairs to find Jiang Yandong to change her dressing.

"Did you wash?" Jiang Yandong seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was still a little wet, and he also changed into pajamas, sitting on the sofa and slowly flipping through financial magazines.

"Come here." Jiang Yandong raised his eyelids and glanced at the people standing there, then patted the place beside him.

"Yeah." Qiao Xingran responded and walked over, and the medicine box was already set up on the coffee table.

Qiao Xingran stared nervously at Jiang Yandong, who put the magazine in his hand aside, sprayed hand sanitizer on his bony hands, and evenly disinfected them before reaching out to help him untie the bandage.

"Replace the gauze around your neck with a piece of gauze, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable even if you are wrapped like this."

"Yeah." It's really inconvenient to wrap the gauze around his neck. Sometimes he feels a little suffocated when he speaks, so it's good to change it.

Qiao Xingran raised his head slightly so that Jiang Yandong could help him change his dressing. The other party approached seriously, and a fresh scent of shower gel hit him, making him feel a strange feeling in his heart.

The feeling of restraint dissipated as the bandages were removed, and the wound was completely exposed to the air.

Qiao Xingran looked at his wound with the small mirror on the coffee table. The [-] cm wide opening had healed, and some pink flesh was exposed from the whitish wound.

Jiang Yandong's warm breath spread over the wound, with a slight itching, as if being gently brushed by a feather, there was a subtle feeling.

But soon this charming atmosphere disappeared, the feeling of alcohol sticking to the wound was too sour, Qiao Xingran, who was already afraid of pain, couldn't help but her eyes turned red again.

"You, take it easy!" Qiao Xingran clenched his teeth in a broken state. Alcohol seeped into the wound that had just healed, as if it was on fire.

"Don't make trouble, blow on it for you." Jiang Yandong is already very light, but the pain can't be avoided, as long as he gently blows on the wound for him to let the alcohol evaporate earlier.

"Are you ready?" Qiao Xingran raised her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Okay." Jiang Yandong quickly put the medicine on, and rubbed Qiao Xingran's little head.

"And the forehead, it needs to be rubbed with medicinal wine."

"Can you stop rubbing the medicinal wine?" Qiao Xingran had tears in his eyes, the big bump on his forehead hurt even if he touched it, if he rubbed the medicinal wine again, he might even cry out.

Thinking about that scene, he felt ashamed.

"Rub it and it will heal quickly." Jiang Yandong poured the medicinal wine into his hands without any explanation, and before Qiao Xingran could react, he stuck it to the bag on his forehead.

"Ah! It hurts so much." Before Qiao Xingran could react, cold medicinal wine was applied on it, and the broken skin was burning with pain, which made him tremble all over.

"Hold on, I'll start rubbing." Jiang Yandong chuckled, and seized the time to gently rub and push him.

"No, don't do it, it hurts too much! Hiss!" Qiao Xingran closed her eyes tightly, the wound on her forehead was sore and sore, she dodged her head, and even anxiously wanted to push Jiang Yandong's hand away.

"Don't make trouble, it will be fine later." Jiang Yandong had no choice but to support his head with one hand, and gently pushed the mass away for him with the other hand.

"Wuuu, it hurts too much." Qiao Xingran moved the opponent harder, so he felt wronged and didn't dare to move anymore, complaining dissatisfiedly.

Why was he always the one who was injured? Qiao Xingran gritted his teeth and endured the pain, holding onto Jiang Yandong's arm tightly.

"Okay, I have to knead it again tomorrow." Jiang Yandong finally stopped, and wiped the medicinal wine on his hands with a wet towel.

Qiao Xingran only felt that the swollen lump on his forehead was burning hot, and his head was also buzzing. The only thing to be happy about was that it really didn't seem to hurt so much.

"Still love to cry as before." Jiang Yandong flicked Qiao Xingran's uninjured forehead on the other side, with some teasing in his eyes.

"Huh?" Qiao Xingran didn't hear what he was saying, and covered his forehead with some doubts.

"It's okay." Jiang Yandong shook his head, looking at the pair of deer eyes with water ripples in front of him, trying to hide the strangeness in his eyes.

"Be careful in the future, and don't swear."

Qiao Xingran watched the TV, and the person next to him said suddenly, he was stunned for two seconds, and then realized what Jiang Yandong was talking about, so he nodded silently.

"I see."

It's not because you didn't turn on the light and stood beside my bed, Qiao Xingran complained in his heart, changing TV programs in a boring way.

A mobile phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence in the room. Qiao Xingran grabbed the phone and glanced at the number on it. Cold sweat broke out in the palm of his hand.

He pressed his cell phone to call, and Jiang Yandong's thoughtful eyes in front of him twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, "Sells, sells insurance."

The phone rang again, and Qiao Xingran hung up in a hurry again. Jiang Yandong didn't expose him, and stared straight at his phone screen.

Suddenly, he chuckled, and the hairs on Qiao Xingran's body stood up.

"It's not easy to sell insurance now, go to bed early." Jiang Yandong put down the financial magazine in his hand and said softly.

"Then I'm going to sleep." Qiao Xingran sighed, glanced at the clock on the wall, felt a little guilty, and almost wanted to flee the scene immediately.

"Go, good night." Jiang Yandong stretched out his hand to rub the other's half-grown hair, and there was something unspeakable in his smile.

"Good night." Qiao Xingran rushed upstairs as if fleeing, closed the door, leaning his back against the hard back of the door, the phone in his hand had been set to vibrate, but it was still buzzing.

He looked at the string of extremely familiar numbers on it, his heart was pounding, and he lived in the hospital for more than half a month, he almost forgot what he had experienced.

"Hello." He picked up the phone, and there were rustling sounds from the opposite side.

"Hey, when will you have money? When your aunt doesn't exist?" A shrew-like voice came from the phone, and Qiao Xingran moved the phone away in disgust.

"You said what kind of money do you earn? You don't want to give even a penny to my dear aunt. Your father's short-lived father is still lying in the hospital. If it weren't for me, he would have died a long time ago. Talking, you are dumb?"

A sentence of ugly words pierced his heart like a knife, Qiao Xingran listened indifferently, and only slowly opened his mouth when the other side finally became quiet.

"How much?"

"What?" The person on the other end of the phone froze for a moment.

"I said how much this time?" Qiao Xingran repeated.

"Twenty thousand, you know that my aunt's family is in trouble, and she helped you so much before, so it's okay to ask for some money..."

"Aren't you holding the company? You are so poor that you don't even have [-] yuan?" Qiao Xingran's anger continued to rise. How could there be such greedy people in the world? Wouldn't it be enough to rob his company?

"Who are you talking to like that? I saved your dad, what's wrong with you sending me some money? You thought the company belonged to you? Hurry up and call the money tomorrow, or don't blame me for going to your company."

Qiao Xingran couldn't listen anymore, so he hung up the phone directly. He could still imagine how the other person would curse at people. This person has always been greedy.

【Speak】

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