no way

Yan Jianghe's slap must have been practiced overwhelmingly, Zhang Cong's arm was instantly numb by him.

Zhang Cong picked up the clothes and hung them up again.Then he covered his arms and sat down slowly without saying a word.

Yan Jianghe pointed at Zhang Cong's nose and scolded: "You bastard, let me ask you, why did Liu Enming drop your phone? It's probably on purpose, right?"

Zhang Cong raised his head suddenly, his throat soaring with nausea.He wasn't about to vomit, so he could only take a deep breath and hold on.But he was nervous and absent-minded, his breath suddenly stopped, and his ribs writhed and hurt immediately.

Zhang Cong had no choice but to bend down/body, put his arms against it, and tightly tightened his lips.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe couldn't lose his temper anymore, he swallowed his fire, and sat down next to Zhang Cong.

This box is for sitting on the floor, and there is a pit under the table, which is just right for stretching your legs.The legs of the two leaned together.

"What's the matter?" Yan Jianghe tugged Zhang Cong's arm, "You are so delicate, if you say a few words about you, you will make a fool of me."

He frowned and criticized: "Does your stomach hurt? Look at your stomach, I'll take you for a gastroscopy tomorrow."

"No." Zhang Cong breathed out slowly, "It's not a stomachache, it's a bifurcation."

"..." Yan Jianghe saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so he threw him away.

Yan Jianghe's anger was interrupted, and he picked it up again and said, "I really want to kill you now!" It's a pity that the energy just now seemed a little too much, and his words were just curses, without any actual content.

Zhang Cong exhaled lightly, and there was still crackling pain under his ribs.He lowered his head and saw his and Yan Jianghe's legs sticking together.

Zhang Cong always thought that darkness was part of him, but now that he was with Yan Jianghe, he actually felt that it didn't seem like that.

The first time he hated his despicableness so much was because of Yan Jianghe.

From Yan Jianghe's point of view, Zhang Cong was a little weak at the moment, he saw this unlucky creature opening his mouth: "You hit it."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

This is not like what Zhang Cong said, but it is indeed Zhang Cong. ——Zhang Cong is like this, always chasing his son to beat him up.

Yan Jianghe has some soft and hard problems.Zhang Cong always choked, but he suddenly lowered his head to beg for a beating, and he couldn't continue beating him.Even a simmering fire has a tendency to go out.

The corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.In fact, Zhang Cong would really soften his heart, and it was a great coincidence to do this at a critical moment.

"Little bastard." Yan Jianghe cursed, got up and went back to the opposite side.

When he stood up, Zhang Cong shook his hand and almost reached out to grab Yan Jianghe's trouser leg.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He stared at his hysterical hand, deeply suspecting that he was delirious and had a mental illness.

Yan Jianghe rang the bell and called the waiter to come in and order.He read through the menu blindly, with a look of wealth and wealth, maybe he turned his firepower to the wallet.

Zhang Cong didn't speak the whole time.He just reached out and took the lemonade in front of him to drink.The water is still warm, which can iron the stomach and calm the nerves.

Vegetables and meat are served quickly, and the iron grid is also heated quickly.Yan Jianghe placed a row of meat slices with chopsticks.Gradually, the sound of oil coming out of the meat can be heard, and the aroma also rises.

"Don't go to school for a few days, just stay with me." Yan Jianghe turned over the meat and began to be dictatorial, "Don't let the old man know about this matter, I will handle it for you, you must listen to me."

He looked up at Zhang Cong: "If you make trouble again, I'll take your skin off."

Turning over a few pieces of meat made his hands tired, so Yan Jianghe flipped his chopsticks and said bluntly, "You roast."

Zhang Cong was silent, picked up the chopsticks under his eyes, and started to grill the meat.

After the first batch of roasting, Zhang Cong picked up a snack plate and put it on.Yan Jianghe was very self-conscious, stretched his arms and dragged the plate to him without saying a word, stirred the dipping ingredients and started to eat.Zhang Cong didn't respond either, and continued to barbecue, like a conscientious barbecue robot.

The two roasted one and ate the other, and they cooperated very tacitly. Coupled with an unspeakable undercurrent, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Zhang Cong seems to be really talented in food. His meat is roasted very well, with moderate softness and hardness. Yan Jianghe's tongue is comfortable after being served, and he is also in a good mood.

He looked at Zhang Cong's expressionless face, and sighed inwardly: "Have you recovered from the trouble?"

Zhang Cong didn't look up: "Yes."

"Then eat." Yan Jianghe took a sip of the water at hand and said, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zhang Cong's chopsticks paused, and then he began to pinch the chopsticks with his fingers, until his nails turned white.

"I don't know, let me tell you." Yan Jiang Hedang didn't see it, and said while eating, "It's true to shake your fist for something you care about. Otherwise, why can you make a fist?"

"But Zhang Cong." Yan Jianghe's eyes darkened, "This does not mean violence. A dog bites you, and you bite a dog. Then you are more beast than a beast."

"Your fist can be used for other purposes. Instead of beating people, it's better to protect your own things." Yan Jianghe picked up a piece of meat and put it on Zhang Cong's plate.

There was a soft reproach in his voice: "Don't be bitten by a dog casually."

——Don't be hurt casually.Don't just make yourself sad.

Zhang Cong can't hide it from Yan Jianghe.Zhang Cong understood that Yan Jianghe didn't know about his affairs with Liu Enming, but Yan Jianghe knew all about his inferiority.He couldn't hide an iota of it.

Why did he want to hide it so much?Why can't he hide anything from Yan Jianghe?

Something in Zhang Cong's heart was breaking through the ground and growing wildly, but in his barren and barren space, there was nothing that was not dead and had the ability to grow.

"Hurry up and eat." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.It didn't taste much until he ate it. He forgot the dipping sauce.

"If you know you're wrong, admit it." Yan Jianghe pushed Zhang Cong a plate of five flowers, "Grill it."

Zhang Cong put the meat one by one, and neither of them opened the skylight, but they knew each other.This made Zhang Cong very uncomfortable.

He was uncomfortable: "I know."

"Hmph." Yan Jianghe finally smiled, "I can tell you, you should die lightly."

Yan Jianghe: "The old man gave me the money, saying it was reserved for your tuition, and it wasn't much. I don't think that Liu Enming is a fuel-efficient lamp. Just repairing his two big dies will cost a small sum of money. Don't wait till the end." You don’t have money to study, you hug my thigh and cry.”

Yanjiang He Chengtian was not doing well, and he couldn't pull out a single "selfless dedication" hair from his whole body.Zhang Cong has no basis.But when Yan Jianghe said this, Zhang Cong was sure that Yan Jianghe would definitely not use the money left by Feng Lao.

Zhang Cong almost crushed the pork belly.

"..." Yan Jianghe was guilty of all kinds of things in his heart, so he didn't talk about this topic again, and ate meat to spread his illness, "Hurry up and eat quickly."

He glanced at his watch: "Hurry up, there is something urgent."

Zhang Cong recalled that when he was in the office, Yan Jianghe dragged him away in a hurry.At that time, Yan Jianghe also said that there was something urgent.He thought it was Yan Jianghe who said that on purpose and didn't want to stay any longer.Are you really in a hurry?

So Zhang Cong subconsciously asked, "What's the hurry?"

Yan Jianghe was chewing and couldn't pronounce the words clearly: "Buy sugar cakes."

"...What?" Zhang Cong was taken aback.

"Buy sugar cakes." Yan Jianghe swallowed the meat, and pulled a piece of lettuce to relieve his boredom, "I asked my mother, and she said that there is a family in the wholesale market that has the best brown sugar cakes, but the boss has a temper, and only two hundred cakes a day , Start setting up stalls at noon, and get off work when they are sold out. If you go late, they will be gone.”

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe took another bite of meat, and then grabbed lettuce and stuffed it into his mouth.Zhang Cong's thinking has long been messed up by Yan Jianghe. Seeing his wasteful way of eating, he couldn't help but said, "Lettuce should be used to wrap meat, right?"

"Aren't they all the same? They're all stuffed into your mouth anyway." Yan Jiang didn't care.

Zhang Cong looked over, and saw the light from the roof covering Yan Jianghe's face, sliding from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Zhang Cong spread out a lettuce leaf in the bowl, and put in a piece of freshly baked pork belly dipped in dipping sauce.He moved his chopsticks a few times to pack a bag, and said, "Would you like to try something different?"

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, and immediately picked up the lettuce wrap that Zhang Cong had made, and stuffed it in one bite.He chewed and nodded: "It's really different."

Sure enough, the way of eating food is particular.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe turned his head to flip through the toilet paper.

Zhang Cong put down his chopsticks firmly and withdrew his hand from the table.His eyes were still fixed on Yan Jianghe's face, and his index finger lay on his lap and began to move quickly.

His fingertips are drawing an outline.It is the upper half of Yan Jianghe's profile.From the forehead to the tip of the nose, there is a very neat curve.

According to Zhang Cong's strong grasping ability, the small curve he draws can basically coincide with the outline of Yan Jianghe's deity.

Yan Jianghe turned around after taking the tissue, Zhang Cong's fingers jerked violently.

He stared down again in disbelief.Simply scary.What did he do just now?Lettuce is packed.What is he drawing?

It seems that his hand is not only infected with hysteria today, but should be chopped off directly.

"What are you looking down at? There is barbecue on the ground?" Yan Jianghe called him, "Hurry up, I still need to buy sugar cakes."

Zhang Cong covered his eyes, and his black eyelashes covered the turbulent darkness.With an "oh", he continued to pick up his chopsticks and eat.

After a barbecue meal, Yan Jianghe took Zhang Cong straight to the wholesale market.I really bought that tempered sugar cake.

Although Mr. Feng talked about sugar cakes, he was just thinking about it. Seeing how he was finished, he probably couldn't eat much.But Yan Jianghe spends money like water today, he is addicted to spending money, and the uncle usually buys ten cakes in a daze.

Seeing the smile on Yan Jianghe's mouth, Zhang Cong felt a headache.He then looked at the man's hair that was tousled by the wind on his forehead, his straight nose, and the sunlight falling from the tip of his nose, like a star hanging from it.

Zhang Cong couldn't stand it anymore.He lowered his head and put his hands in his pockets.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon after buying cakes.It's still early.Yan Jianghe sat in the car and pondered for a while, preparing to go to Azure.Coincidentally, he just greeted Zhong Ning these few days.

"Let me tell you something." Yan Jianghe drove the car out and said to Zhang Cong, "The messy odd jobs you used to do are unreliable, so stop doing them. I found you a job."

Yan Jianghe: "In the past few days, I will deal with your mess. You don't go to school, and don't stay at home. The old man is shrewd. If you see something is too troublesome. There is Sister Yang at home during the day, so you can go to work directly. According to the time of going to and from school. By the way, I can earn some living expenses."

"..." Zhang Cong paused, no longer surprised, and asked softly, "What job?"

"It's still early, so I'll take you to meet the boss." Yan Jianghe smiled, "Don't worry, you know the place well."

"……Um?"

Yan Jianghe: "Azure."