I heard someone wants to raise me

Jing Xiuzhu took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Ning Jianjing frowned, but didn't move. Watching him approaching him, he lowered his head slightly and pinched his...earlobe.

"?"

Jing Xiuzhu asked with a low laugh, "Where are the earrings?"

For no reason, Ning Jianjing was burned by his deep voice, because he was so close, he could even clearly hear Jing Xiuzhu's chuckle, followed by the fingertips pinching his earlobe, Suddenly grabbed his heart.

Ning Jianjing unconsciously pinched the fingers on his side, turned his head away, and said indifferently: "Give it away."

Jing Xiuzhu saw that his earlobe was a little red, so he squeezed it hard for a moment, and immediately forced out a moan of pain. Ning Jianjing frowned excitedly.

"Which beautiful girl did you give it to?"

"Whoever loves to send to whom, you can control it, let go."

Not only did Jing Xiuzhu not loosen it, but he twirled his soft and slightly hot earlobe again, playing with the little piece of soft flesh, "Honey, call me Brother Sheng, and I'll let you go."

"Call you uncle, get out." Ning Jianjing raised his hand and saved his earlobe. While talking, he frowned when he heard Jing Xiuzhu open his mouth. He was startled, and raised his head and said, "What are you doing...!"

"Eat some candy, eat dessert." Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand and stroked his slightly long hair, which was just washed, slightly damp and soft.

Ning Jianjing frowned slightly, waved his hand away, glanced sideways at the mirror on the pillar, and straightened his hair with a heavy burden, but didn't spit out the candy.

Jing Xiuzhu tilted his head: "Come up and apply the medicine."

"No." Ning Jianjing bit the candy and went downstairs with him.

Jing Xiuzhu paused, then turned around, "Going out?"

Ning saw Jing turned his head and said "um", not knowing whether he planned to answer or not, he snorted out of his half-yin and half-yang nasal cavity.

Jing Xiuzhu stood on the steps and said to him: "Hey, don't go out to drink if you are injured. You will be safe for two days. I gave you antipyretics last night and you will not take them. Now that you wake up, you can take them by yourself. .”

Ning Jianjing's back suddenly froze, but he didn't look back.

He seemed to say something in a low voice, but Jing Xiuzhu didn't hear it clearly, and then saw him turn his back to him and raised his hand, "You don't care about me."

"Whoever wants to care about you, you can die outside." Jing Xiuzhu pinched the file bag, looked at his back, frowned and said: "It's not safe to die outside, and I'll pick you up if you think about it."

Ning Jianjing put his hands in his trouser pockets, the corners of his mouth seemed to be curved a little, and he didn't know whether he was smiling or not, "Yes, no one wants to care about me, what does it have to do with others, please pick me up for a while , the next time it might be the real collection of corpses."

Jing Xiuzhu frowned: "Don't go out today... Is there anything you have to do today? The swelling hasn't gone down, so you don't know it hurts?"

As soon as Ning Jian Jingjing said it, he suddenly felt a little pain in his back, and he relaxed his tense back a little.

After a while, he said softly: "I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Jing Xiuzhu exhorted: "Don't drink when you go out."

Ning Jianjing didn't stop walking, Jing Xiuzhu raised his voice and said: "Being an obedient child once in a while won't kill you, and the scourge doesn't necessarily have to last for thousands of years, do you hear me?"

Ning Jianjing didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he kept walking until he got out of the gate of the base, and Jing Xiuzhu came back to his senses, and suppressed the words in his heart a little bit.

Ning Jianjing used him as a blade to provoke his brother, just because he thought he would never fall in love with him, if he knew that he had that kind of meaning for him, he would definitely draw the line clearly.

Although he is thoughtful and full of calculations, he has never used him for anything, so it can be seen that he does not want to have any emotional entanglements with him.

The kiss in the morning, due to the provocative method and the fact that he had just finished a conflict with someone, was really not representative and could not be used as a reference.

Jing Xiuzhu has done so many tactical analysis, but facing Ning Jianjing, he is still helpless. He treats him well and treats him badly.

He is more complex than any tactic in this world.

He didn't know why Ning Jianjing disguised himself as a prodigal idiot, but if the big brother Ning Jianyao could really give his family a sense of security, he wouldn't do this.

What secrets does he have in his heart?

He already has 19% of Ning's shares, and this club, what else does he want to do?

Jing Xiuzhu has a lot to ask, but Ning Jianjing has been hiding it for so many years, and even his eldest brother is kept in the dark about his schemes, thinking that he is an idiot who can give people money after being sold.

How could he tell the truth, if he didn't really dig out his eyes and prick his ears, it was because his subordinates were extra merciful.

Jing Xiuzhu let out a long sigh of relief, one day sooner or later he would open this little bastard's heart to see what was stuffed inside.

But don't startle him before pulling away.

Don't let him find out that he seems... really likes him a little bit.

It's dying.

-

Two days before the exhibition match, Jing Xiuzhu set foot on the third floor of the training room again.

Miao Fengyan was watering the flowers, when she heard footsteps, she turned her head and smiled: "Yo, I thought you didn't come to find me anymore."

Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand and plucked the leaves, and said with a smile: "Then how can it be, the club supports you, and you can't let you not develop your strengths."

"I'm also considered to be my strength? It's been six years and I haven't figured out what the knot in your heart is." Miao Fengyan is not as refreshing as ordinary doctors, but is a bit too fierce. An illusion of being pierced through the bones by the cold wind.

Jing Xiuzhu smiled: "It's as if I didn't cooperate, but I took the initiative to ask you to confess your illness on the first day you came, have you ever seen a patient who is more proactive than me?"

"Your initiative was to tell me that you couldn't sleep well." Miao Fengyan snorted coldly, "I'm a doctor, not a fortune teller."

"..."

"come in."

Jing Xiuzhu went in behind, sat on the sofa and watched Miao Fengyan slowly making tea, the process was so complicated that it seemed like he was doing some kind of sacrifice.

"Jing Xiuzhu, I don't want to repeat some words. You can see clearly that every game you play now is exhausting your body. If you don't untie the knot in your heart, sooner or later you will die on the keyboard .”

Jing Xiuzhu gave a noncommittal "Hmm", and said with a smile: "Isn't it because of you, what are you afraid of?"

Miao Fengyan glanced at him coldly: "Don't, I'm not that capable of competing with death. I'm just a doctor. You think too highly of me."

She has been in the team for six years. She has been there since its inception. The first patient she took over was Jing Xiuzhu. On the first day of work, he took the initiative to come to her.

"I can't sleep well," he said.

From that day to now, these four words became Miao Fengyan's only understanding of his condition.

Jing Xiuzhu would tell her that, just for medicine.

In the past six years, he has had difficulty getting a good night's sleep for more than three hours except for the help of drugs, and there is no way to spy on him, let alone treat him.

At the beginning, she was worried that the medicine would affect him, but later she found that Jing Xiuzhu was more cautious than her. The medicine would affect micromanipulation and sensory sensitivity. Except that he couldn't bear it, he was always holding on.

"Captain Jing, if you want to prolong your professional life as much as possible, I advise you to do some psychological counseling." Miao Fengyan made tea and brought him a cup.

Jing Xiuzhu took it over, blew on the froth on it, and said, "It's useless to do psychological counseling for this kind of thing. I can count on my own body."

Miao Fengyan said in his heart: Do you know what's in your heart?You have grass in your heart.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Miao Fengyan carefully looked at Jing Xiuzhu, trying to forcefully peel off something from his face, but found nothing but that faint smile and mocking tone.

Except for Jing Xiuzhu's pale face caused by poor sleep all year round and looking sick, he is too normal, and he is not right. Normal people are not as strong as him mentally.

When he taunts people, he can drive normal people to collapse.

Before Miao Fengyan came to FRG, she used to be a psychiatrist. She traveled to countless countries and provided psychological counseling for different races. She believed that she had seen various diseases, but she encountered Waterloo with him.

She spent six years and tried countless methods, but she couldn't find out what Jing Xiuzhu's knot was.

"Jing Xiuzhu, you came today not just for medicine." Miao Fengyan asked.

Jing Xiuzhu nodded, and the words rolled on the tip of his tongue a few times, and they were covered with several layers of embellishments to ensure that no one would be substituted into Ning Jianjing, before he asked, "What if a person disguises himself as another completely different appearance?" , what would he usually do for it?"

"Childhood shadows, family environment, social relationships." Miao Fengyan frowned slightly, and said cautiously: "A person will disguise himself into another completely different appearance, roughly divided into two types."

Jing Xiuzhu put one hand on his knee and leaned slightly, "Which two kinds?"

Miao Fengyan looked at Jing Xiuzhu calmly, trying to get a glimpse of something from his question, and asked cautiously: "Is this person your friend?"

friend.

Jing Xiuzhu couldn't help grinding his teeth, could this little bastard be his friend?He's a fart, at best he's a brat who goes up to heaven to stab someone.

"Probably so."

Miao Fengyan nodded slightly, and said: "The first type is to disguise himself as another person to achieve a certain purpose, or to avoid danger, or to seek something. There is another type, he wants to hide his past, or disgust, eager to get rid of."

Jing Xiuzhu thought about it in his heart, there is no danger for Ning Jianjing to look around, he was adopted by Ning's family, this is no longer a secret, so he just has something to ask for.

Jing Xiuzhu thought for a while and said, "Okay, I understand."

Seeing him get up, Miao Fengyan frowned slightly and said, "You really don't want to do some psychological counseling? I can see that you like being a professional player very much, and you also love this team you created by yourself. You are only 21 years old." , at the age of playing, are you really willing to retire within two years?"

"If you can't die, you can fight."

Miao Fengyan was so angry that he lost his temper, put the teacup on the table, and said in a deep and cold voice, "You can fight if you can't die, do you really think you won't die suddenly? Jing Xiuzhu, you are a human being, not a god. "

Jing Xiuzhu held the medicine in his hand, turned his head and lowered his eyes and chuckled softly: "Fengyan, you are a doctor, not a god, you can't save me."

Miao Fengyan stood up, her originally indifferent expression looked even more threatening, after a while, she suddenly asked: "The boss came to look for me, do you know?"

Jing Xiuzhu paused: "What does he want you for?"

Miao Fengyan said, "Ask you."

-

It was almost dark when Jing Xiuzhu went downstairs, and happened to meet Ning Jianjing walking in slowly, so he stood at the stairs and waited for a while.

As a result, the brat glanced at him and passed by.

Jing Xiuzhu grabbed his arm, "Have you been drinking?"

Ning Jianjing stopped, looked at him with unclear eyes, nodded after a while, "Well, a little bit."

Jing Xiuzhu's fingers tightened, and he didn't hold back his grip on his wrist. He felt angry and said, "I know I'm injured and have a fever, so what's the big deal? Why didn't you drink to death, little bastard... "

Ning Jianjing shook Chaos's head slightly, and weakly grasped Jing Xiuzhu's arm with his backhand, "I..."

In the next second, he passed out.

"I'd rather see the scene!"

The author has something to say: Lord Ning: I didn't drink because of you, old bastard with no conscience, kneel down for me.

Team Jing: All right, all right, kneel down.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

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