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When Ruan Mian arrived at the hospital, his entire face had lost any color, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his body in the chill.

Before being sent in for filming, he lay on a stretcher and grabbed Jiang Song's arm, his pale lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something.

Jiang Song thought he had something serious, but someone said something.

"Please find someone to help me drive the car home, the parking fee downstairs of the company is too expensive..."

Jiang Song, "..."

Because the ankle was severely twisted during the "forced landing", after a series of necessary and unnecessary inspections, it was finally identified as a fracture of the inner and outer malleolus.

Ruan Design was honorably injured on duty and was forced to be hospitalized.

The dense tree shade outside the window blocked the noon sun. When the breeze blew, the oily green leaves swayed gently, rubbing against the closed glass fan, and a few beams of light slipped through the gaps in the branches and entered the luxurious single ward.

Ruan Mian didn't feel anything other than the pain in her ankle the first day, but she didn't expect that after waking up, all the painful parts of her body would start to rebel.

He had a plaster cast on one leg, with a pillow under it, and he was lying upright like a coffin board. Because both arms were strained to varying degrees, it hurt when he touched the bed, so he could only fold his hands on his chest. , lying extremely dignified and serene.

After all, it happened at Jiang's house. Even though Ruan Mian repeatedly emphasized that he was not careful and the company had insurance, Grandpa Jiang still felt guilty. He didn't know how to compensate him. Can arrange the most comfortable ward and the best nurse for him.

Ruan Mian felt that this kind of rich and powerful behavior was completely unnecessary, so he faltered and tried to refuse, saying that it was just a sprained foot, so it wouldn't happen.

As a result, Jiang Song pointed at the X-ray film with a dark face, and asked him in a tone that could almost freeze to death, "What do you call sprained feet?"

During the hospitalization, Jiang Yuan would come to deliver bone soup whenever he was free, with some red dates and wild ginseng in it, and Ruan Mian drank it within a few days until his nose bleeds.

Jiang Song showed up on time at four o'clock in the afternoon every day, and stayed with him until eleven o'clock in the evening, and often waited until he fell asleep before leaving.

Grandpa Jiang also ran frequently, scribbling around to give him some expensive folk remedies for promoting muscle growth and relieving pain, and even Grandma Jiang, who was inconvenient to go out, came here twice.

Besides, there are also Ruan Mian's colleagues and friends.

In the first few days, there was hardly any deserted time in the ward, and baskets of flowers and fruits were piled up in the corner, and Ruan Mian was like a mascot, with one leg crossed every day, peacefully waiting for people from all walks of life to visit and express condolences.

At first he was quite honest, he just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze when he had nothing to do, or chatted with Jiang Song, but within a week, he felt like he was going crazy. up.

crazy.

Design Ruan loves his job and is dedicated to his work. He is physically disabled and determined, and secretly instructs Geng Wanwan to send the computer to the hospital, along with a folding lazy table.

The most urgent job at hand is the handsome couple, because they live in an old-fashioned ordinary residential building, which is different from an independent villa. If the heating cannot be improved before November, they will have to face the problem of central heating , Their house is not a separate valve for each household. It is necessary to turn off the main valve of the entire unit building and drain all the water in the pipes to replace the radiator. Not to mention affecting other residents, the amount of work itself is not realistic.

There is another way, that is quick-freezing the pipes, but Ruan Mian felt very sorry for the delay due to the delay of the schedule due to the designer.

There is too little space left for the mouse on the lazy table. Master Ruan usually opens and closes the pictures when he draws, but now he is terribly aggrieved, and his posture is not so comfortable. Only the wall and external standard dimensions are released.

As soon as Jiang Song entered the door, he heard a curse and the crisp sound of the mouse touching the table.

"Still working after being disabled?" Jiang Song took a step forward, and closed the laptop screen with a "snap", looking unhappy, "Can't you stop for a while?"

"I haven't saved it yet!!!" Ruan Mian almost went crazy on the spot, screamed and turned on the screen, and his hair exploded, "If I wasn't limping, I could chase you and cut down ten streets!"

He frantically opened the CAD and found that the drawings were still there, so he relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, "The hatred of destroying the drawings is irreconcilable, do you know..."

Jiang Song casually picked up the book on Ruan Mian's bed and flipped through it. He seemed to be very interested, and sat down on the lounge chair diagonally with the book, "For personal safety, do I have to call the doctor to take your other Amputated legs too?"

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, "Then I'll depend on you for the rest of my life."

Jiang Song chuckled, "I can afford it."

...sounds like it can't be refuted.

So Ruan Mian became even more angry, cursed quietly, lowered her head and continued to draw awkwardly.

In the silence of the ward, only intermittent keyboard tapping could be heard. Ruan Mian scratched her head in deep thought, raised her chin, dangled the pen in her mouth, and fell into a bottleneck.

It was quieter now, and the sound of the pages rubbing against the fingertips and being turned over could be heard quietly.

He raised his head and saw Jiang Song reclined on the sofa, bending his index finger against his temple.

The black shirt was tightly wrapped around the broad shoulders, neat and tidy, and a bit domineering. As long as he sat there, he seemed to have an innate sense of superiority, elegant but uninhibited.

Ruan Mian has always believed that temperament can be built with money.

Jiang Song felt his gaze, and put the book on the armrest, "Tired?"

Ruan Mian shook her head, with a pen still in her mouth, and her words were muffled, "I'd like to ask you a question. If you have someone you like very much, what would you most like to do with her at home?"

Jiang Song, "Watch a movie together."

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, took notes in a small notebook, "Is there any more?"

Jiang Song thought for a moment, "Everyone wants to hug him anytime and anywhere."

Ruan Mian, "Why not kiss or have sex?"

A hint of disgust flashed across Jiang Song's expression, "A hug is a gesture of opening your body and fully accepting another person, which is gentler and calmer than what you said."

Ruan Mian nodded half-understood, and started the next round of hard thinking.

He seems to need to think more comprehensively. In a space, there should not only be the relationship between people and things, but also people and people, things and things, and the emotional bearing of the occupants.

If the owner's personality preferences cannot be seen from the residence, then the case must have failed.

As for the handsome couple, Zhou Shu, as a teacher, will inevitably have a lot of reading needs, and reading is also divided into two types, for the purpose of learning or simply for relaxation.

Therefore, in the position near the window of the study, a platform with a depth of 500 cm can be made in the form of tatami mats, designed as a "false" bay window, and the two sides and the upper edge of the window are integrated into a bookcase. In this way, the visual integrity is good. It can also accommodate two people to nest on it at the same time, basking in the sun and reading a book together. It is very convenient to take out, which is much more than conventional lounge chairs.

After all, that young man surnamed Wei seems clingy, so why not give him a place to live.

Then there is the need to break the stereotyped placement of items.

Ruan Mian has been worrying that the living room in their house is too deep, resulting in too long a viewing distance between the sofa and the TV. According to the conventional arrangement of furniture, how big a TV should I buy?Can't do it.

What Jiang Song said just now woke him up, about hugging.

They are always used to putting the sofa against the wall, and they use "back and leaning", but young people don't need to be so rigid, why can't they change their thinking, leave a space behind the sofa, and leave a lover who can hug you from behind. What about chance?

Many times in life, a little fun is needed, including the colorful soul-catching lights that have been discriminated against. In fact, there is nothing wrong with installing them in the bedroom. The atmosphere produced by different colors of light is completely different, as long as the saturation is not made like a disco.

Ruan Mian finally found her way of thinking, and continued typing on the keyboard.

Now Jiang Song was completely unwilling, "Wouldn't your waist hurt if you keep curling up like this?"

"I'll just draw for a while." Ruan Mian hammered his waist and twisted his neck again, "You said that although you are with me, you don't talk to me very much. I'm bored."

Jiang Song, "What do you want to say?"

Ruan Mian, "Well...we're good brothers, so I can talk about you."

Jiang Song dug out an apple from the fruit basket, hooked his foot over the trash can beside him, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to peel it with a knife very skillfully, "...I have nothing to say."

"For example...you seem to like painting very much, but as a son of a wealthy family, you have to give up your hobby for the family business, right?"

Jiang Song glanced at him coolly, "So smart."

Although the work of a designer is not easy, Ruan Mian still feels that he is super lucky, at least he is doing what he likes.

Jiang Song seemed to be unhappy.

Ruan Mian took the apple he handed over and took a bite, "Everyone has their own responsibilities, there's no way around this, but don't give up on things you like easily, and no one stipulates that the chairman can't be a painter .”

Jiang Song glanced at him again, but said nothing.

After Ruan Mian finished eating the apple, she threw the core into the trash can with a beautiful parabola, raised her legs and moved her body towards the bed with difficulty.

Jiang Song, "What are you doing?"

Ruan Mian, "...I want to go to the bathroom."

Without saying a word, Jiang Song bent down and stretched out his hands, and hugged Ruan Mian horizontally.

Ruan Mian froze for two seconds in the air in the posture of a little princess, then exploded again, "Don't! I can dance! I can really dance by myself!"

Jiang Song ignored him and carried him to the bathroom.

At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and two people, one fat and one thin, stood at the door.

The fat one was carrying two bags of stone samples, and the thin one was holding woodworking paper and color cards, they were all dumbfounded.

They came to confirm the material samples with Ruan Mian, but it seemed that they accidentally bumped into something serious.

Jiang Song stopped and looked at them suspiciously, while Ruan Mian was completely insane.

With a heartbroken heart, he lifted his jacket to cover his head, turned his head and buried it in Jiang Song's arms, the faint warmth and woody perfume smell penetrated into his nostrils, the smell was terrific.

Even his soul was trembling.

"...You read it wrong! It's not me!"