I make your medicine

Li Che: How to advance the relationship?

Huang Mingfeng looked at his brother's message and touched his chin with great interest which he hadn't shaved for two days.

Xiaofengxian: Where are you now?

Li Che stroked the cat's head with his hand, and the soft purr sounded hypnotic.

He pondered for a while before replying.

Li Che: I don't know, it feels like it's coming soon.

Xiao Fengxian: Did you make a kick at the door?That's easy, confession is over.

Li Che's fingers slid along the cat's ears all the way to the furry chin, and the little milk cat's head was relaxed, allowing him to scratch it lightly.

Li Che: Not so fast.

Huang Mingfeng ate the cake in his hand with a chuckle, feeling a little miraculous.

Li Che, on the outside he looks kind and easy-going, but deep down he is indifferent and unapproachable, and his heart is unbelievably hard.Qin Yang racked his brains to chase him. According to today's standards, saying "lick a dog" is also appropriate. At that time, Huang Mingfeng thought that Li Che, who is so virtuous, might end up being single for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that Li Gou was nearly [-] years old, and in order to chase after a child, he would go so far as to ask for advice and help.

"Tut tsk tsk." Huang Mingfeng smacked his mouth hesitantly.

Xiaofengxian: You're a bitch and you have today, let's make a video, I appreciate it.

Li Che: Go away.

Huang Mingfeng shook his shoulders and smiled for a few seconds, but still tried his best to make a move.

Xiaofengxian: Since it's close to confession, it's not enough, why don't you try playing hard to get?

Li Che looked at those four words and frowned.

Li Che: Not very respectful.

Huang Mingfeng thought hard: Increase physical contact?Anyway, you all live together, so there are plenty of opportunities.

Li Che: Isn't it obscene?

Huang Mingfeng gave a "tsk" and muttered, "It's really hard to serve."

Xiao Fengxian: Then you test it on purpose to see if he is jealous.

Li Che imagined that scene, and couldn't relax his brows for a long time.

Li Che: A bit disgusting.

Huang Mingfeng couldn't take it anymore: You should be fucking single.

Before Li Che had time to complain about his bad moves, the bathroom door opened.

Tang Ren's hair was wet, and water droplets slid down his temples. He rubbed his shoulder hastily, and met his gaze on the sofa.

"Why don't you blow it dry?" The kitten in Li Che's arms tilted his head and called out to Tang Ren.

"I'm thirsty, come out to drink water." Tang Ren looked at the boss's lazy posture, feeling a little itchy in his heart, turned his head and walked into the kitchen while avoiding his eyes.

When Li Che was arguing passionately with Huang Mingfeng, suddenly there was a loud "jingling" sound from the kitchen, and he immediately put the cat aside and got up to look.

"what happened?"

Tang Ren bent down to pick up the metal basin, "I accidentally knocked it off." He squatted down to pick up the oranges on the ground, but his thighs were so sore that he couldn't use his strength, and when he got up, he staggered and fell backwards.

Li Che quickly grabbed him with his hands, and when he stood still, he withdrew his warm palm.

The temperature of the young man is quite high.

"Leg hurts?" He chuckled and picked up the fruit on the ground and threw it back into the basin.

"It's okay." Tang Ren tilted his head, his mouth was hard.

Li Che saw that his hand holding the water glass trembled slightly, and asked in deliberation, "Let me press it for you, or you won't be healed in a few days."

In the past few days, Tang Ren followed the boss's fitness carefully and rigorously. Once a wave of pain passed, it would be followed by another wave. He didn't care about the pain. The main reason was to train a body that was no worse than the boss.

Seeing him suffering so much, Li Che felt a little pang in his old heart.It will take at least a week to relieve it by running and bathing alone, and massage is a shortcut for quick relief.

Tang Ren put down his cup, glanced at the boss's slender fingers calmly, nodded, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Li Che smiled: "You're welcome, go to the sofa."

On the sofa, the kitten's palm-sized body monopolizes the entire cushion, and with its paws nestled, it looks at the two people who are walking towards him. Li Che lifted him to the ground as soon as he opened his mouth to cry.

Tang Ren listened to the boss's instructions, and lay down on the sofa. His long legs couldn't fit, and some of them were still hanging outside. The kitty stood up and scratched his slippers with his tender paws.

Li Che grabbed his arm and tried his best to restrain his strength from the shoulder to the wrist along the upper arm.

"Just say it hurts."

When Tang Ren touched his shoulder with his fingertips, he felt his scalp go numb, and all his sense organs were pulled away by those fingers, and he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

He gave a low "hmm" and tilted his head to face the inside of the sofa, avoiding the boss's sight.

The kitten hooked its paws on the sofa and climbed up with all its strength, climbed up Tang Ren's back through mountains and rivers, and began to rub and stamp on the tense muscles.

"Tang Maomao." Li Che grabbed the back of its neck with one hand, and returned it to the tea table, "Let's play."

Tang Ren pursed his lips when he heard the name.

Tang Maomao, the name given by the boss.This kitten's meow is very special, and the pronunciation is the standard "Mao". Every time I am hungry and beg for food, I can hear its "Maomao" meowing all over the room, so I simply call it Maomao. Li Che proposed Tang Ren, who had no idea at all, had no objection to this idea, but he didn't expect that this was a well-known brat.

"You found out, of course it has your last name." Li Che explained it like this.

Every time Tang Ren heard this name, he had the illusion that he was carrying a heavy burden to support his family.

Li Che pinched his muscular arm, and felt a slightly raised line when it reached the inside of the forearm.

"How did you do this?" Li Che looked at the white old scar, there was no suture or growth, it was a finger-long scratch.

Tang Ren was pinched so that his hairs stood on end, he took time out of his mind to react for a moment, and said, "I shaved it before."

Looking at it like this, it had to be scraped with a knife.

Li Che looked at the flat scar and didn't continue to ask.

"I was in junior high school, and I often fought." Tang Ren said in a low voice with his head muffled, and regret immediately surged after he finished speaking.

He couldn't help but want to tell him, to tell him all about himself.

But what if everything is gone after he finishes speaking?

Li Che fished his other arm, and saw a scar the size of a fingernail on the big arm. His brows were slowly tightened, but he said in a smooth manner: "It's easy to get on at a young age."

"Ah."

Seeing that he didn't want to say any more, Li Che continued working as a masseur quietly.

After the arm was relaxed, he lightly touched his broad back. Before he could move, the muscles in his hands contracted abruptly. Li Che was stunned, and Tang Ren buried his head even lower, clenching his teeth tightly.

Itchy, itchy and numb.

Only now did Boss Li belatedly come to his senses.

Real physical contact, even the heat is very clear through a thin layer of cloth.

How did he manage to concentrate on massaging people just now?

Once his mind is opened, it is very difficult for him to return to the original state of innocence, and he can't stop the brakes when he is distracted.

At this moment, his palm is still on the back, and it is not enough to use force, and there is no silver here when it is removed, it can be called a dilemma.

Tang Ren didn't know what was going on, the moment Li Che touched his back, his whole body felt an uncontrollable numbness, but the warm palm was pressed against his spine, and he didn't see any big movements for a long time. Crisp after wave after wave, like waves.

"I'm much better, let's go blow my hair first." Tang Ren was on the verge of collapse, and immediately got up, passing by Tang Maomao who jumped off the ground, lifted his legs and went straight to the bathroom.

Li Che stayed where he was for a few seconds, then unconsciously walked into the balcony with a cigarette.

There was a light "click", the flames flickered, and the smoke was lingering.

The glimpse just now made him see something he shouldn't have seen.

Li Che stood by the railing and took a puff of cigarette, the corners of his lips raised little by little, there was no trace of his struggle to suppress his smile.

It's just a massage, why is it a bit impure?Boss Li smiled and picked up a cigarette, and couldn't help but start to reflect.

I really didn't do anything, I squeezed my shoulders and pressed my back, it's quite normal.

too young?Too sensitive?

He caressed his temples with his fingers holding a cigarette, and his mind kept replaying that scene as if the disc was stuck.

So young, so powerful.

After smoking and smoking, Li Che suddenly stopped smiling, looked down at his waist in disbelief, and frowned speechlessly.

What the hell is this called.

In the bathroom, Tang Ren was sitting on the toilet and pulling his hair, his ears were so red, his eyes were tightly closed, and after a long time, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

The hair on his back was still standing on end, and whenever he moved, he was scratched and itched by his clothes. Compared with the boss's hand, it was very different, but it always reminded him of that touch.

Tang Ren looked down and cursed again.

He stood up suddenly, turned on the cold water switch of the sink, and plunged in. The cold water instantly dissipated the heat from his scalp, and his red ears gradually returned to calm.

After he dried and washed his hair twice and walked into the living room, the boss was still standing on the balcony, blowing the cold wind, and the ashtray in his hand could faintly see the hills of ashes piled up.

He ducked his eyes and turned around to sneak into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Early the next morning, Li Che got up in a daze, and was the first to smell the aroma of food.

He walked to the kitchen, the porridge and vegetables on the dining table were neatly arranged, the coffee in the cup was still steaming, the room was quiet, only the sound of Tang Maomao licking milk.

Li Che walked back to the room, picked up his phone and was about to ask, when he saw a message from TR half an hour ago on WeChat.

TR: I left beforehand.

He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help chuckling.It was nothing at first, but letting the child hide like this, Li Che's old face on the city wall that he had cultivated over the years slowly rose to the point of guilt and shame.He raised his hand to touch his forehead, and replied "OK" with a smile.

Tender and innocent, tsk.

Li Che enjoyed a breakfast prepared by others with the corners of his lips that could not be calmed down.

Tang Ren went to work more than 40 minutes earlier than before. Taking advantage of no one, he quickly put the desks and chairs away and cleaned them. You did all this?"

He looked up from the video, and said "um", "It's early, I'll finish it first."

"Oh." Yi Ping didn't ask any more questions about why she happily entered the locker room, she relaxed and had nothing to do, who could be unhappy.

Near noon, Tang Ren finished delivering a lot of takeaways. It was time for dinner, and the atmosphere in the store was in full swing. There is an ordinary high school behind No. 27 High School. There is no rule that students cannot leave school during the day. Many students in school uniforms will come to have lunch at this time. Hot and spicy hot and sour noodles seem to become more popular in winter.

"On the road! On the road!"

"Fuck, what kind of game is the brain playing!"

"Lead the army line, lead the army line, what the hell are you going to fight."

A table of students wearing No. [-] Middle School uniforms was waiting for their meal while they were holding cellphones and passionately playing black-and-white games. Their mouths were not clean, which was a habitual problem of children of this age.

As soon as Tang Ren entered the door, he took over the work of delivering the food. He simply wiped his sweat and washed his hands before heading straight to the dining window.

He delivered the three bowls of noodles to the students' desks, and the students kept their hands busy, and they did not forget to thank them politely: "Thank you."

"Brother, help me add some vinegar, it's empty here." A boy waved the seasoning jar on the table with one hand to signal Tang Ren.

Tang Ren nodded, and took out a full bottle from the empty table on one side and put it next to him.

"So lively."

"Then if you think about it, the store opened by Li Che must be the same."

Tang Ren was walking towards the back kitchen. He stopped when he heard the sound, and looked back at the door. Two men came in. The last person who entered was wearing a business windbreaker. He had short hair and a detached aura. Calm, visibly successful people, the man said: "Well, he has been very good."

"Where is the order?" The smiling person approached the front desk and was about to take out his mobile phone. Yi Ping said, "Every table can scan the code to order. You just need to find a place to sit and order. Send it to you."

The two sat at the only empty table, and Tang Ren took a second look before turning to the back kitchen to add vinegar.

He put the filled bottle at the table of the new guests, and was about to leave when he heard one of them ask: "Qin Yang, did you tell him when you came back?"

Tang Ren's back froze, and he immediately picked up the name from an insignificant place in his mind. He couldn't help but look sideways, and saw the heroic man with a helpless smile: "No."