Misfiring

After solving the most urgent question in her heart, Lin Jingze's expression returned to normal: "Are you here for a review?"

"Well... originally I just came here to pick up some things, but he seemed a little dizzy just now. I would like to ask Director Ling to help him take a look."

"Oh, Ling Han." Lin Jingze's eyes suddenly became strange, "I happen to be looking for him too, let's go together, and treat you to dinner after the end."

Cheng Mo was hesitating, but Ying Yang was the first to refuse for him: "No, we'll go 'home' after we get the things."

The implication is that there is no need to see a doctor, it is best to part ways now, and incidentally hinted at their cohabitation relationship.

Lin Jingze looked at Cheng Mo.Cheng Mo didn't want to lose Ying Yang's face, so he nodded: "Well, he has just been discharged from the hospital, so he can't stay outside for long." Then he added, "I will contact you later."

The bottom line is that neither side should offend.

After confirming through his micro-expressions that what he said was indeed the truth, Lin Jingze looked over Ying Yang slightly, and said meaningfully: "Okay, it looks quite energetic. Then I will wait for your call at night."

"Yeah." Cheng Mo looked at him reluctantly, and couldn't help but lower his tone, "Goodbye, senior brother."

Lin Jingze was so teased by him that she couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch his head: "Okay, take it easy." After speaking, she ignored Ying Yang's murderous eyes and slowly walked away.

Under the instructions of the nurse, Cheng Mo retrieved the mobile phone and wallet from the empty ward, only then did Cheng Mo realize that it was Ying Yang's exclusive treatment room.

He has such a room in every department.

Two meanings can be interpreted from it: first, Ying Yang is indeed rich; second, he is often injured, and it is of various types.

This kind of cognition made Cheng Mo's heart entangled.

The uneasiness didn't ease until they got back in the car.

A few minutes had passed since the car started, but Cheng Mo was still afraid to go on the road.Ying Yang thought at first that he wanted to wait for the temperature to drop before leaving, but after a closer look, he found something wrong with his expression.

"What, heatstroke?" Ying Yang stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, disinfecting it along the way.

"No." Cheng Mo pulled his hand down, and it was rare for him to think about what happened to him in these years, "Did you think of anything today?"

His eyes slipped to the hands that were intertwined with each other, Ying Yang immediately looked at Cheng Mo, and confessed honestly: "I dare not think about it, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Ying Yang's endurance has always been very strong. When he said that it hurts, it may be to the extent that he absolutely cannot bear it.

"Then don't think about it." Cheng Mo said hastily.

I remember that in the freshman year of high school, Ying Yang attracted the attention of the school's thorns because of his bad temper, but the good thing is that he has a strong ability to resist risks, and he does have the capital to make a bad face. The gang managed to be submissive, most of the rioting students turned into his younger brothers, and the rest turned around and left when they met him on the road with their tails between their legs.

He suffered minor injuries then.

In the second year of high school, the leaders of other schools gradually came to hear the news, and it was common to make appointments and sneak attacks.At that time, Cheng Mo and Ying Yang were not very familiar. Although they also happened to be in the same class after they were divided into different subjects, they didn't say a few words in total. It was just because they lived relatively close together that Cheng Mo would occasionally be in the same class. I bumped into him on the way to school.

Glancing at him from a distance, Cheng Mo either quickened his pace, or hid secretly in the alley until he was out of sight.

One responder Yang was seriously injured.

On the small road they must pass to go home, a group of people suddenly jumped out from the dark alley where Cheng Mo had avoided. surrounded.

At that time, Ying Yang didn't bring anyone with him, even though he had reacted in time, it was inevitable that he got hit a few times.

Cheng Mo witnessed everything. Seeing that Ying Yang was provoked and snatched the wooden stick with his backhand to fight back, his brain suddenly buzzed. Grass, and then crouched down with his head in his arms.

Soon, the eardrums were sorely shaken by the sound effects of second-hand domestic mobile phones, and the sound of sticks breaking through the air from a distance and the shouts mixed with a few swear words from time to time slowly dispersed.

Not long after, slightly staggering footsteps stopped in front of him.

"……It is you."

In normal times, Ying Yang would definitely spit out "mind your own business", but for some reason, seeing Cheng Mo's slightly red eyes and the frightened look in them, he rarely swallowed the words back.

"Thanks." Wiping off the grass sticks on Cheng Mo's phone, Ying Yang handed the phone back to him.

If Cheng Mo hadn't called Ying Yang to stop after turning off the bell that day, then Ying Yang might not have cared about him, and there would be no closer intersection between them later.

"Hey...well, are you okay, do you want to go to the hospital?" He noticed that Ying Yang's hands were stained with blood, and the scarlet blood oozes out along the texture of the tiger's mouth.

"..."

"Next time, don't just hit your face, you can, you can hit the joints, it will be very painful, so they can't fight back. The most important thing is that in case, in case something happens, the responsibility will not be too great .”

"..."

"I, that's what I said, you... I'm sorry."

"understood."

Snapped!

The crisp snap of fingers exploded in front of his eyes, and Cheng Mo suddenly came back to his senses, his nostalgia was still there, and his eyes with hidden enthusiasm met Ying Yang's handsome face, who was close at hand: "Huh?"

"Are you in a daze? I really hate to interrupt you, but I'm hungry."

"Oh, I'll be right away..." Cheng Mo hurriedly touched the handbrake, but found that he had been holding Ying Yang's hand firmly, "Well, I'm sorry."

The present and the memories overlap, and they are both taken aback.

"When will you be able to correct your stinking problem, and apologize at every turn." Ying Yang withdrew his hand meaninglessly, and slowly leaned back on the chair, "It's the same with your senior brother?"

Cheng Mo blinked, wondering why Lin Jingze was involved: "What's none of his business?"

"Yo." Ying Yang whistled, and his mood suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, "I love to hear that."

"..." Cheng Mo decided not to dwell on this topic anymore, collected himself, put in gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly slid out, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Ying Yang played with the mobile phone he had just retrieved, and wanted to open it, but found that the battery was out, so he had to check his wallet instead, "This mobile phone is quite new now... Fuck! So Rich."

One second his tone was lazy, like a snake king who just passed the winter, but the next second his voice suddenly rose, making Cheng Mo choke with fright: "What are you talking about?!"

When Cheng Mo was in college, he had a roommate in the Northeast, and his teasing accent swept the entire dormitory with a strong contagion, and made the other three southerners so nondescript that they couldn't understand it until they graduated for many years.

"Okay, watch the road." Ying Yang seemed to want to take out all the banknotes in his wallet and put them in front of Cheng Mo, but when he noticed that the car had already driven out of the hospital and merged into the main road, he became rare and considerate, imitating His accent said, "Go to the buffet, today is my treat! Pick the most expensive one, don't be polite!"

Cheng Mo sighed helplessly: "Okay."

On the way, Ying Yang fumbled through the wallet over and over again. At first, she was still immersed in the excitement of getting rich overnight, and took out every card in it to think about it.Black ones, gold ones and white ones, there are as many as seven or eight.

However, after touching something, Ying Yang fell silent immediately, and stopped clamoring to support Cheng Mo. He stared at the wallet for a while, then snapped it closed, and his eyes fell on Cheng Mo's face openly again.

"Hmph." As if he had caught something, he just stared at him all the way.

Although Cheng Mo didn't say a word, and didn't point out Ying Yang's immoral behavior of harassing the driver, but when he got out of the car, taking advantage of that wrong eye, he couldn't help secretly covering his face.

Half of it was watched by Ying Yang, and the other half was due to a small guess in my heart——

What Ying Yang found in his wallet, could it be his photo... right?

The direction of the plot shouldn't be so bloody.

Ying Yang probably just cheated him.

Cheng Mo secretly seeks an excuse for himself.

The author has something to say:

Just how rich is Xiaoying's family, I'm curious.