The white cut black boss is pretending to be pitiful again

In the end, Ji Sangyan still gave Song Shizhen the car keys, but on the premise of being beaten violently.

"Before noon tomorrow, wash the car and return it to me. If I find your things on it, I don't mind crippling your third leg. You understand me, and I will do what I say." Doctor Ji spoke the cruelest words with the gentlest expression.

When leaving Hengshan Hospital, Ji Sangyan was still in Liang Huai's car.

Inside the car, Ji Sangyan was slightly absent-minded as he looked at the constantly receding scenery outside the car.

He admitted that when Song Shizhen put a coat on the Screaming Chicken just now, he was envious.

Since he was a child, he has always longed for this kind of ordinary warmth. He doesn't have high demands on his partner, and he doesn't need to be rich or powerful. He just needs to hug him gently and say "don't be afraid" when he needs warmth. , with me" is fine.

Because of this, he felt that Song Shizhen's long-term love was precious.

But these so-called long-term relationships are now a joke.

His first love died before he was successful, which made Dr. Ji, who has received A's since he was a child, doubt his own charm.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and glanced at the young man driving seriously beside him.

He casually asked, "Liang Huai, what do you think of me?"

The car suddenly skidded.

Affected by inertia, Ji Sangyan leaned forward suddenly, his chest was aching from the seat belt.

Liang Huai was taken aback, but there was no way to park nearby, so he could only worry: "Sorry brother Sang Yan, I was a little distracted just now, does it hurt? How about I take you to the hospital to have a look."

Hospital?

He was strangled, not broken.

He straightened his wrinkled clothes: "No, I'm fine."

The person next to him glanced at him, and when he saw him looking over, he looked back as if he had done something wrong: "Oh."

Is it the reason why he was not taken seriously when he was a child?I always feel that Liang Huai is always timid and timid in front of him, just like a little white rabbit.

After a while, Ji Sangyan reminded the little white rabbit: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Liang Huai held the steering wheel tightly.

"Brother Sang Yan is of course excellent." After a pause, he added in a low voice: "It's just that he has a bad eye for choosing men."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the second half of Little White Rabbit's sentence was somewhat sad.

However, he was right.

After all, he had a lot of suitors, and he was really blind to be able to pick such a scumbag like Song Shizhen among the many outstanding ones.

But, did he really fall in love with Song Shizhen's long-term love?

Song Shizhen was not the only one who had chased him for five or six years, but he chose Song Shicheng.

He leaned against the car window thinking.

Suddenly, he paused.

Some subconsciousness that he didn't even realize was constantly pieced together in his mind.

Some time ago, Ji Xialin came to see him for dinner, and chatted with him some gossip.

Ji Xialin said that he has a love friend who has been secretly in love with someone for six years, but the other party is so good that he doesn't even have the courage to confess. Now that love is successful in his studies, he finally made up his mind to return to China to pursue his wife.

Almost everyone around Ji Xialin knew Ji Sangyan, so he was a little curious: "Who is it?"

"Liang Huai." Ji Xialin said, "It's the one who hugged you when he was drunk before."

Ji Sangyan was stunned for a long time, the emotion that had been buried for too long was torn off the seal, and countless dusty fragments surged out, rampaging, hitting his heart with a dull pain.

That night, Song Shizhen invited him to drink, and he went.

Then, Song Shizhen was drunk, he hugged himself, and confessed pitifully: "Sang Yan, I really like you, can you give me a chance?"

Drunken and coquettish, he looked like someone in his memory.

Under the strange circumstances, he nodded: "Okay."

"Brother, are you okay?" Seeing Ji Sangyan staring out the car window in a daze, Liang Huai was a little worried.

Ji Sangyan suddenly came back to his senses, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "It's okay, let's drive your car."

Liang Huai thought he was sad about losing his love, so he comforted clumsily: "Brother, don't be sad, for someone as good as you, you will definitely find someone better in the future."

He frowned slightly: "For example?"

The person in the driver's seat glanced at him, saw that he was looking at him, and quickly looked away, staring straight ahead, his body was a little stiff: "I, what about me?"

Ji Sangyan didn't react for a moment.

Seeing him stunned, the little white rabbit quickly explained; "I'm not talking about me, I mean, you can choose my type."

Ji Sangyan was stunned for half a minute: "What's the reason?"

"Young, in good health, well-behaved and obedient, can do housework and be romantic, and will always be loyal to you." After finishing speaking, he was a little embarrassed: "Will I be too narcissistic when I say that?"

Ji Sangyan looked at him: "It's okay."

Apart from the fact that he understands romance, he thinks he should be right.

He is only 24 years old this year, so he is indeed young; he exercises regularly, so he must be in good health; it goes without saying that he is well-behaved and obedient, and as for loyalty, this little white rabbit should not be able to betray others.

Not knowing whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment, Liang Huai laughed twice and said nothing.

There was a brief silence in the car.

Bean-sized raindrops 'da da' knocked on the car window, making the car extraordinarily quiet.

This kind of quietness made Ji Sangyan faintly feel suffocated.

"How have you been living abroad these years?" He hesitated for a moment, then asked softly.

Liang Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, with a far-fetched smile on his face: "You know who I am. I said I was going to study abroad, but I was actually afraid that I would fight for the family property, so I just tried to drive me out of the house. That school is nothing It’s a prestigious school with mediocre teaching and a lot of people. When I first went there, I couldn’t speak English, and I was bullied by bad students for a while…”

Ji Sangyan's hand on his thigh slowly tightened.

"But it's okay later. I learned some English that I can use in daily life, and working part-time on weekends can barely make up for the shortfall in living expenses." Suddenly, he paused and changed his words regretfully: "Did I talk too much?" Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to tell you this, it's just the first time someone asked me about the situation abroad, I couldn't hold back..."

Ji Sangyan looked at him sideways: "I've never heard Xia Lin say these things."

"Hey, it's not a good thing. There's no need to tell everyone." He tried his best to smile, but Ji Sangyan could still see a hint of reluctance in it.

The atmosphere in the car became more and more heavy, and Ji Sangyan felt that this topic could not continue any longer.

"I heard from Xia Lin that you came back this time to chase someone you've loved for a long time?" He looked out the window and asked the question that had been on his mind in a casual tone.

Liang Huai suddenly became nervous: "Yes."

Ji Sangyan was inexplicably agitated by his reaction.

But still patiently asked: "Have you confessed?"

"Not yet." Liang Huai glanced at him, the light in his eyes was dim: "He said he doesn't like my brother, I'm afraid he won't agree."

Still siblings.

Liang Huai got a little annoyed, and raised his voice a lot: "If you don't say it, how do you know she disagrees?"

He didn't know if he was angry with Liang Huai or with himself.

Liang Huai was taken aback by him, and almost lost his grip on the steering wheel in his hand. He was so wronged that he didn't know whether to look at the road or him.

"Forget it, I haven't talked about my own feelings clearly, so what qualifications do I have to advise you." Ji Sangyan rubbed his faintly numb temples: "You can see for yourself."

Liang Huai glanced at him secretly, thinking that his own affairs reminded him of Song Shicheng, and he felt guilty, "I'm sorry Brother Sang Yan, I reminded you of something bad."

Ji Sangyan leaned weakly on the seat, covering his eyes with his hands.

No, not on a channel at all.