Feral cat domestication manual

Chen Laosan was holding a special stick, which hurt the flesh but not the bone, and it was so strong that he saved a hand.

Jing Cong kept squatting in place, half to relieve the pain on his body, and half thinking about how to deal with Jiang Ci later.He was only extremely thankful that Jiang Ci didn't come here before Chen Laosan left. At least now, except for his own minor injuries, everything has been resolved, and it has been resolved very well.

Just when he was still in a daze in front of the garbage dump, "Jing Cong?!" Jiang Ci finally found someone, and ran over in a hurry.

He just got off work early today and planned to go back early to surprise others, but when he opened the door, there was no one at home.Then wechat saw Jing Cong dialing a voice request, but hung up within two seconds.

I called back and no one answered, and no one responded to the message.He couldn't sit still at home, and he didn't have Xiaowu's contact information, and their debt collection had obviously stopped.Jiang Ci walked all the streets outside the community, and saw no one in the vegetable market, steamed vegetable restaurant, or bus station.

No one answered the phone in his hand all the time, Jiang Ci walked around the community in a panic and looked around, looking down at the dialog box full of green bars from time to time.

He knew that this time must have nothing to do with "cutting first and playing later", but it was precisely because of this that although he maintained calm on the surface with restraint, he was in a state of anxiety that he had never felt before.

This is different from the last time I saw Jing Cong in the hospital, the somewhat "dust settled" excuse made Jiang Ci less flustered and more regretful.But at this time, he only felt that he was stepping on the precarious ten thousand li high altitude step by step, and the more he walked, the more unstable he was, and the anxiety and frustration were clamoring in his heart.

Jiang Ci walked back and forth from one building to another, and finally walked to the back alley of the residential area where there are usually no people, and then went to the next-door residential area. He gritted his teeth slightly and dialed the voice call again. He just turned into a dead corner With a glance, this sweep, the bright yellow in the distance made him stop suddenly, and slowly put down the hand holding the phone.

Jiang Ci clasped Jing Cong's shoulders, and asked anxiously, "Xiao Cong? Where have you been? What are you doing here?" After all, he was not like a parent who lost a child, and beat him up after finding him .

"I'm fine...Brother, don't worry...I'm really fine." Jing Cong didn't hear Jiang Ci's question, and spoke to himself while slowly panting.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Ci wanted to pull him to stand up.

"Uh... hiss..." Jing Cong stood up slowly, frowned in pain and groaned twice.

When he looked up, he looked at Jiang Ci with some puzzlement. After a while, he remembered the mobile phone that was still on the side just now, and reached out to get it.

Jiang Ci didn't ask any more questions. He saw that his body was in pain, and while pressing him to keep him still, he helped him pick up his phone, "Did you fight?"

Jing Cong eagerly took the phone and looked at it, and saw that the call on it lasted only three seconds. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then his feet gave way, and he was about to fall to the side.

Jiang Ci supported him swiftly, but his face was gloomy. He unzipped Jing Cong's jacket with one hand, and lifted up his inner jacket without resistance.

Strips of fresh bruises that caught the eye overlapped together, and large patches of small blood spots seeped out from under the skin, which looked shocking on the entire abdomen with fair complexion and tight muscles.

Jiang Ci's throat instantly choked.

He helped Jing Cong pull up his clothes again, and supported him firmly, but his voice was a little unsteady when he spoke: "Let's go to the clinic at the door to see if there are any? No, we can't drive to the hospital, it's very close."

"Brother," Jing Cong actually had superficial pain, he followed Jiang Ci forward and said, "Brother, I'm fine, really..."

Seeing Jiang Ci glaring at him fiercely for the first time, he swallowed the words timidly, and rephrased: "I mean it's nothing serious, brother, I'll go to the doctor with you, but don't worry. "

Jiang Ci turned his head and continued to give him a sharp eye, but it was not a little gentle.Before taking a few steps, Jing Cong stopped suddenly.

"what happened?"

Jing Cong pointed to the entrance of the alley on the left, and said, "Hua, on the concrete platform..."

"Wait here for me, don't move!" Jiang Ci ordered him.

When he came back, Jiang Ci held the few bouquets of roses and daisies in his hand, and gave them to Jing Cong.

The two went to the community clinic at the door to have a look. The old doctor took off his glasses after finishing the consultation, raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Ci, "Did you call?"

"Ah...?" Jiang Ci was almost sweating profusely from this question, he opened his mouth to defend, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's not the doctor, he's my brother who brought me here." Jing Cong said first.

"Oh——I saw that the beating was so hard, but it was able to grasp it just right. It looks like an old hand." The old doctor prescribed the medicine and handed it to the little nurse. "I just checked it and it didn't hurt inside. I prescribed some external use." The medicine will be fine."

Jiang Ci asked: "Are you sure you're okay? I looked scary, didn't he just hurt inside..."

"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?" The old doctor gave him another look, "People are not dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water. Can they not be hurt if they are beaten?"

Jiang Ci fell silent, thanked him quickly, and helped Jing Cong out of the clinic after taking the medicine.With concerned eyes, he wanted to ask Jing Cong how he felt, and when he looked down, he saw the man secretly pursing his lips and smiling as if he couldn't help it.

"Jing Cong, you are finished!" Jiang Ci lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

Jing Cong restrained himself instantly, bit his lower lip lightly, and looked up at Jiang Ci.Jiang Ci pretended to turn a blind eye, and he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment, a little ethereal, a little relieved, and even a little enlightened about the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"Let's talk at home."