After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Yu Jing recalled and briefly summarized:

"The man hit my head against the wall, which was not flat, and then a lot of blood came out."

But he didn't know how serious it was. He hadn't looked in the mirror or looked at the wound since last night.

All he knew was that it was very painful, the kind of pain that he wanted to hide from when the doctor came to change the bandages.

Xue Feihan cursed, "It's really not unfair for him to die."

Yu Jing was puzzled: "Huh? Who?"

Xue Feihan and Yi Zongyu looked at each other and said nothing.

"I." Ethan was heartbroken, "Xiao Jing, I feel so sad to see you injured."

Looking at his exaggerated expression, Yu Jing couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, but it's okay. I'm much better now."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Yi Zongyou exposed his lie, "The doctor said there is a high probability that scars will be left."

"Oh my god, is it that serious?" Xue Feihan was shocked. "If it leaves a scar, then the injury must be quite deep."

"Yeah, luckily it's only on the forehead. It would be a shame if it was on the face." Ethan seconded.

The three men began to attack a scar that had not yet appeared.

Yu Jing didn't care much about it. He finished the last shrimp ball, wiped his hands with a tissue, and said the same thing again.

"It's okay, Yi Zongyou, wash some strawberries for me."

Under the shocked gaze of the other two, Yi Zongyu stood up and left with the strawberries.

A few minutes later, he handed a bowl of washed strawberries to the person on the bed.

"Cool, didn't wash much."

"Ok."

"..."Xue Feihan's heart was shocked.

Ethan: "I heard that Peng Jiali had a car accident, and it was quite serious."

"When." Yu Jing pricked up his ears. "How serious is it?"

"It was this morning. After leaving the Phoenix Club, there was a car accident on the road. The other party was driving under the influence and was speeding. I heard that the injuries were very serious, but I don't know the details."

Yu Jing blinked dully, and couldn't help sighing at the sad life and the fickle fate. Someone stuffed a strawberry into his hand, and then he looked at Yi Zongyu.

“Focus on eating.”

"Oh, okay."

Xue Feihan glanced at Yi Zongyu and clicked his tongue twice with a look of understanding.

"Tell me about Peng Jiali. He is so unlucky."

Ethan nodded in agreement while playing with his phone: "There's an old Chinese saying that people can't eat too much, otherwise they will die of overeating."

"Where did you learn this nonsense?" Xue Feihan sneered, "We Chinese have so many famous sayings, but you just remembered this one."

"Brother Siyin taught me."

"Uh, when can you call me brother?"

Ethan seemed to have heard the joke of the century, "Just you?"

"What's wrong with me? Am I unworthy of being your brother?"

"He is indeed old enough, but his IQ is not good enough."

"You're looking for a fight, right?"

"Then you fight."

"You are so..."

"Ah, that." Yu Jing felt his ears buzzing and he quickly changed the subject.

"Why didn't Fu Siyin come with you?"

Xue Feihan hissed and looked at Yi Zongyu as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Did you also hire...art exhibition planners for your previous concerts?"

Yi Zongyou didn't seem to understand: "What do you mean?"

"It's quite weird." Xue Feihan thought, "I'm the one who's in charge of this activity. Si Yin said the other day that he wanted to hire a planner."

"I said that was no problem, but he found an exhibition planner and forcibly added a hand-painting area on site."

"There's no need for this." He continued to think, "What is Si Yin trying to do?"

Ethan sighed and couldn't help but feel that Xue Feihan was a real idiot.

What can I gain? I gain people.

Yi Zongyou raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's the planner's name, Chang Ye?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. Do you guys often work together?"

"Ah."

Xue Feihan had an expression of "I see, I see", they work together very often.

It makes sense!

Yu Jing tugged at Yi Zongyu's sleeve.

"I want to go to the concert when it's on."

"I'll take you there next weekend." Yi Zongyu looked at Xue Feihan again, "Leave three front row tickets."

"What, you two want to lie down and watch?"

Yu Jing's earlobes felt hot and his mind started to wander as he remembered what he had just asked about pinching the waist.

It's a bit embarrassing. I hope Xue Fihan won't react after he goes back.

"Yu Jing has three roommates."

Hearing Yi Zongyu say this, his heart moved and a sweet feeling slowly arose.

So careful and considerate, really meticulous and attentive.

He feels lucky to have such a good person as his boyfriend.

"Okay, sure, Xiaojing, don't worry. I will definitely reserve the best viewing spot for your roommate."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Oh, by the way, what were you talking about when I walked in just now? What about pinching waists?"

Xue Feihan took a strawberry from his hand and asked casually.

Yu Jing's heart was filled with alarm bells, and he looked away almost stiffly, not knowing how to explain.

Ethan was playing with his phone and suddenly laughed. The scene was very quiet for a while.

"The patient needs to rest now, you guys can go." Yi Zongyu started to drive people away.

Xue Feihan was puzzled, "Why? We came to see Xiao Jing, and he didn't say anything."

Xiao Jing, who had not spoken yet, also spoke at this time:

"I, I feel a little sleepy."

"We can go now." Yi Zongyou suggested.

Xue Feihan took a deep breath in shock, and it took him a long time to utter a few words.

"You two are really..."

"Let's go." Ethan turned off his phone and gave Yu Jing an ambiguous smile, "Bye."

“…Bye.” Yu Jing always felt that his smile was expressing something.

Before Xue Feihan could say anything, he was dragged out of the door.

The two people in the ward started to stare at each other again. Yi Zongyou squeezed his hand and deliberately asked:

"What did you mean by pinching the waist?"

Yu Jing's cheeks felt hot and he really wanted to glare at him. If Xue Feihan didn't know, how could he not know?

"Nothing, I was just kidding."

Yu Jing put down the bowl of strawberries and hibernated into the quilt, "I want to sleep."

Yi Zongyou raised his hand and touched the back of his hairy head, "Angry again."

"No."

"I'll take you home after dinner, okay?"

"There are still classes at school."

Yi Zongyu's hand rubbed his earlobe again, pinching it occasionally.

"I've asked for three days off for you. Besides, graduate students are not elementary school students. Will anyone report you if you don't go to class?"