Sheep become sperm

Toss to death!

Chu Yang felt elated, and when his eyelids were fighting, someone slapped his ass.

Cheng Qin shouted angrily, "Get up!"

Chu Yang bounced up as if on a spring, and before he could sit still, Cheng Qin grabbed his collar and dragged him off the bed.

Chu Yang limped to the ground, and the pain made him unsteady and staggered back, scratching at Cheng Qin in a panic.

Although he grabbed something, he still fell on the carpet in the end.

When Chu Yang realized that what he was holding in his hand was a bath towel, he suddenly raised his head and found that Cheng Qin was staring at him with a livid face.

Chu Yang's gaze moved down involuntarily.

Cheng Qin was naked, with water droplets hanging from his hair, along his collarbone, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and there, falling into the carpet without a sound.

Chu Yang's whole head "buzzed", like a bottle of Coke dropped from a height, the moment the lid was opened, all the liquid inside spewed out "wow".

For the first time, he realized that the man in front of him was not only handsome, but also very sexy.

Chu Yang quickly covered his eyes, but his fingers parted involuntarily.

The author has something to say: I still remind you, don’t stand on the wrong CP, it’s very painful.

☆, innocent

Cheng Qin calmly picked up the bath towel from the ground and wrapped it around, "Don't cover it, this size is enough to make you feel ashamed for a while."

Chu Yang put down his hands, lowered his head, blushed and thick neck, and muttered softly, "That's not necessarily the case."

Cheng Qinlan raised the bar again, kicked his feet, and said, "Go take a shower."

"I'm sorry, I broke into your room." Chu Yang struggled to stand up, and the golden rooster independently jumped to the door and supported the door frame, "I just want to see where I sleep?"

"Just sleep on the carpet in the living room. There is floor heating and it's not cold." Cheng Qin hugged a quilt and a change of clothes, walked over him to the living room and threw them all on the bag sofa. "The clothes are too dirty, I'll put them on first. of."

"Oh." Chu Yang responded, skipping to the bathroom.

"Hey, kid," Cheng Qin called out to Chu Yang, grabbed his collar, and warned, "If you didn't see that you are Wen Ze's nephew, I would have beaten you up just now, you know?"

"I'm sorry, it looks too comfortable, I can't hold it." Chu Yang looked at the two points on his chest, his throat was a little tight, scratched his head, and looked away.

Cheng Qin let go and said, "It's more comfortable to have sex/love from above, do you want to try?"

Chu Yang was shocked, his face was about to explode, "You have some morals!"

"It's so easy to take it seriously." Cheng Qin rolled his eyes and hehehe twice, then turned and went back to the bedroom, "Dream for a while first!"

Chu Yang: "..."

It was a tossing night, and when Cheng Qin woke up, it was already past 9:[-] in the morning. When he came out, he saw Chu Yang who was in the shape of "big".

The child's arms and legs are exposed outside the quilt.

The curtains in the room were all closed, so the room was not very bright. Cheng Qin walked over and looked at the child's feet. Young is good. Take some medicine, and the swelling subsided overnight.

But his head still hurts, otherwise he wouldn't wake up so early.

The child opened his mouth slightly, showing some of his front teeth, and the color of his lips returned to bright red, as if he had been sucked by someone. He seemed to be asleep and was dazed when he woke up, and he looked very good.

Cheng Qin looked at it for a while, then stretched out his fingers to outline the corners of the child's eyes. The eyelashes were thick and long, as if they had been painted with colored contact lenses.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and retracted his fingers to look at it again, then stood up, yawned and stretched himself.

When Chu Yang opened his eyes, he saw a blurry silhouette stretching his limbs, thinking who is in the dormitory, the back is so handsome.

Turning around, Cheng Qin saw Chu Yang's inexplicable expression. He yawned halfway and asked, "Hey, can you cook?"

Chu Yang stood up and rubbed his eyes, "Yes."

Cheng Qin rubbed his face, "Help me make a meal, my head hurts, and I'm so hungry."

"Ah?" Chu Yang responded stupidly, and then he understood the meaning, and quickly got up, "Oh, okay, what do you want to eat?"

Cheng Qin hummed for a long time, then sighed, "Why don't you go to the kitchen to see what you can do."

"Oh."

Chu Yang lifted the quilt, revealing his slender and strong body.

He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs with a bulging lump in the middle.

Cheng Qin was stunned for a moment, and laughed, "Yo, you know you live in a homosexual's house, and you dare to take off so cleanly, you're quite fat." He whistled, "Okay, big nephew, you're quite promising, it's okay."

Chu Yang is quite satisfied with his figure. He has been in poor health since he was a child, and his grandfather never let him neglect exercise, and even used him to practice.He lowered his head and touched his abdominal muscles, then turned to Cheng Qin for a look, as if he wanted to see through the thin and light fabrics for comparison, but no matter how good his eyes were, they were not B-ultrasound eyes. He said, "It's not bad."

Cheng Qin was so rude, for a gay, Chu Yang's figure is very attractive, so he stepped forward to touch it twice, "It's quite strong."

Chu Yang: "..."

After Cheng Qin touched it, he went to wash up, leaving the dumbfounded Chu Yang standing there with a flushed face.

Chu Yang thought, have I been molested?

Chu Yang opened the refrigerator freezer and picked it up. Milk, beer, and half a box of eggs were placed in the freezer. There were cut meat and slaughtered hairtail in the freezer. Same style, square bottle cork.

Red beans, mung beans, jujubes, barley, oats, black beans, kidney beans, millet...

Chu Yang scratched his head, Cheng Qin is a person with very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Chu Yang cleaned out the millet and put it in the pot, then took another pot of water and boiled four eggs.

Hey, this breakfast is too untechnical.

Adding some brown sugar to millet porridge can basically confine you.

"Ding-dong-"

The door rang, and the pot was boiling. Chu Yang turned the fire to a low boil and limped out to open the door.

When he arrived at the door, Cheng Qin had already opened the door.

A man with blond curly hair and a leather jacket came in and was rubbing his hands and ears from the entryway.

"I'm freezing to death, I'm freezing to death." The man threw off his shoes and was about to enter the house.

"Bring shoe covers." Cheng Qin said coldly.

"My feet are clean!!" The man protested, seeing Cheng Qin's head froze for a moment, "Hey? What kind of look do you have, India San?"

"Either take it or go out." Cheng Qin leaned against the wall and ordered lazily.

The man pursed his lips, and reluctantly put on shoe covers, "Cheng Xiaoqin, my obsession with cleanliness is still the same for ten years, why don't you put a bottle of alcohol at the door, and disinfect everyone who comes...Huh?"

Only then did the man see Chu Yang, seeing that he was wearing Cheng Qin's clothes, he blinked maliciously, "Yo, it's changed/is it done?"

"Get out," Cheng Qin frowned, and said angrily, "Wen Wenze's nephew."

"Fuck, family ethics!" The man slid up to Chu Yang, holding his hand, crying and wiping away his tears, just missing a handkerchief, "Poor little one, if incest doesn't end well, why not follow him?" I... Ouch!"

Cheng Qin slapped the man's head with his palm, and shouted, "Zhang Jianguo, if you keep spewing shit out of your mouth, don't expect the new book to be published!"

"Ahhhhhhh—" Zhang Jianguo jumped over and covered Cheng Qin's mouth, "Cheng Xiaoqin, did you agree to be each other's angel? Didn't you agree to call me by the name on my ID card?"

Chu Yang scratched his head, not thinking that the name was so earthy, but it had the significance of the times, so he interjected, "Jianguo is very good, my grandfather was called this name."

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows. Is this considered a strength boost?

But Zhang Jianguo didn't have that much thought, or he was too weak, so moved that he was about to cry, he hooked Chu Yang's neck like a sloth, and said, "Oh, little angel, you're the one who warms my heart, come on, okay?" Take a bite."

Chu Yang was startled, and blocked Zhang Jianguo from retreating with his hand, his whole face was flushed, and he said stiffly, "Please respect yourself."

"My God," Zhang Jianguo exclaimed, let go of Chu Yang, and looked at Cheng Qin with a confused face, "Cheng Xiaoqin, you were a foolish old man in your previous life, right? Amazing."

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows and asked Chu Yang with a smile, "Are you a virgin?"

Chu Yang touched his nose and pursed his lips, feeling embarrassed that he was about to commit cancer.

"I'm going to check the pot. The rice soup is ready." Chu Yang turned and went back to the kitchen.

"Tut tsk tsk tsk—" Zhang Jianguo pushed Cheng Qin with his arm, "A pure lover/wife type, take care of it."

"Nonsense, it's Wen Wenze's nephew."

"That's not right, it looks a bit like it, so it can be used as a stand-in!"

"Get out! Scum!" Cheng Qin kicked him, changed the subject and said, "What are you doing in such a hurry? If you have something to talk about, get the hell out, go chat and spank to An Sen, he belongs to Tang Seng."

Zhang Jianguo pushed Cheng Qin into the study, and said with a mournful face, "The cover of my novel is going to be yellow, and the artist can't be contacted."

Cheng Qin pinched his forehead and said unhurriedly, "Look for Anson, he is solely responsible for you."

"Don't do it," Zhang Jianguo became serious, "Isn't this the final draft?"

"Look for Anson."

"There are so many, but I like that one," Zhang Jianguo said to himself, taking Cheng Qin's words as a gust of wind and letting go, "When Ansen showed me the early stage, I was sure it was me at first glance. What I want is that some places are not handled well, and the painter said to go back and find the material, and the manuscript was delivered this morning."

"I have never been in contact with the painter, and Ansen can't even contact me. I can do it? Am I a fairy?" Cheng Qin narrowed his eyes and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Anson said that the painter's painting style is very similar to yours, can you..."

"No!" Cheng Qin refused straight away, "You dare to think about it?"

"I won't let you do immoral things, just do me a favor!" Zhang Jianguo begged.

Cheng Qin flatly denied, "I can't help."

"Why?" Zhang Jianguo walked up to him, sat in Cheng Qin's arms, and said coquettishly, "Did I fall out of favor?"

"Don't put diamonds on your face?" Cheng Qin pushed him away and said.

Zhang Jianguo sat on the desk, touched his face, and said, "That means my appearance has declined? Do you think I don't like it?"

Cheng Qin propped his chin and said, "Is there any room for your appearance to decline?"

"Cheng Qin!!" Zhang Jianguo patted Cheng Qin, "You..."

"Hand hurts." Cheng Qin lowered his eyes and squeezed his hand. "The weather is bad recently, and my hand hurts again. I don't know why?"

Zhang Jianguo was taken aback for a moment, put away his cheap look, and said, "No, are you ready?"

Cheng Qin closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed helplessly, "It may be a psychological effect."

Zhang Jianguo took Cheng Qin's hand and stroked the scar on his palm, "You have to learn to forget, don't think about it."

Cheng Qin withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Memory is like a scar, can it be erased casually?

Zhang Jianguo looked distressed, touched Cheng Qin's hand, and then glanced at Cheng Qin's head. He couldn't help worrying, "You said that your life is too short, and you always feel that you can't survive? Look, there are so many injuries. ..."

Cheng Qin got down to business, and issued an order to evict the guest, "Go back, I'll ask An Sen, and try to follow your wishes, but you have to be mentally prepared."

"Okay, then I'll go first," Zhang Jianguo said, "Go look at your hands again, and don't touch your brain with water, as it is easy for water to enter the wound."

"Worry less about me and more about yourself." Cheng Qin waved his hand, "Your brain is flooded."

"The Lun family cares about you so much," Zhang Jianguo said pear-like and bitterly, "You don't even care about the Lun family at all, and you're making me lose my mind!"

"Oh? That's good," Cheng Qin smiled, and turned on the computer to check the work email. "The outline of the new article will be sent to my email tomorrow. I just happen to be free. I will review it for you."

"Fuck, don't you want to be ashamed, I just finished it!" Zhang Jianguo jumped down from the table and patted his head in a daze after speaking, "Oh, my 'little donkey (schnauzer)' is going to poop , I have to go home, oops, forgot, forgot."

Cheng Qin nodded, "Go back and get the shit out of your son."

"Damn chicken, Cheng Xiaoqin, you are so cheap!"

"Send it tonight?"

"Ah, ah, fifth ring, you have one more ring than the third ring—"

Zhang Jianguo smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and before going out, he ran into Chu Yang who was serving the meal, and by the way he even molested and molested the child, making the child howl in fright.

Cheng Qin laughed silently in the study, he could imagine the scene, and when he went out to have a look, the child really blushed.

"He's just cheap, don't talk to him." Cheng Qin comforted him.

Chu Yang didn't say a word, and silently lowered his head to set the tableware.

"Angry, want to beat someone up? Everyone has left, so I'm in a hurry to chase him now," Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows and patted him on the head, "Okay, young master, isn't it just to touch you?"

Chu Yang glanced at Cheng Qin and said, "He touched me, down there."

Cheng Qin: "Then?"

Chu Yang blushed and said softly, "Say, it's so big."

Cheng Qin: "..."

Chu raised his voice like a mosquito, "Say, it's bigger than yours."

Cheng Qin: "..."

"Let me fuck you."

"..."

☆, doujin

Chu Yang said, "Uncle Cheng, don't worry, I won't treat you like that."

Cheng Qin was amused, "How dare you think about it? Eat!"

"Oh."

Cheng Qin stirred the porridge with a spoon, looking disgusted.

Chu Yang said: "I see that there are no vegetables in the refrigerator, only whole grains and so on."

"Isn't there hairtail?" Cheng Qin said, and then took a spoonful, "Forget it, eat it, it's very good."

Chu Yang cleaned up the dishes, "Uncle Cheng, my phone is out of battery, can I use your phone?"

"Ah."

Chu Yang called his roommate to ask him not to lock the door, then told Cheng Qin that the clothes would be washed and delivered to him, and then left with the suitcase.

Cheng Qin wanted to go back to sleep again, but his head hurt when he closed his eyes, so he went to the studio to divert his attention.

Regarding his brand-new look, the nympho in the studio whispered and had different opinions, and he calmly walked into his office door while pointing all the way.

Cheng Qin held the doorknob with one hand, turned around and smiled at everyone, "It seems that everyone had a very happy Christmas Eve."

The humming dissipated immediately, and there was no sound, like a chilling cicada.

Cheng Qin closed the door, feeling depressed like a dog day.

Five minutes later, the secretary's phone rang, and Cheng Qin said on the phone, "Let Editor-in-Chief Li come to my office."

The secretary said, "Mr. Cheng, Editor-in-Chief Li is going out."

"Come first!" Then hung up the phone.

Everyone looked at each other, sticking out their tongues and shrugging their shoulders, continuing to gossip.

A: o_O???

B: ╮(╯﹏╰)╭

C: (?Д?≡?Д?)

…………

Ansen came over to adjust his glasses, and made a gesture of cutting his neck with his hands, and everyone fell silent.

The boss didn't know whose landmine he stepped on, and whoever was unlucky would blow it up!

"Li Ansen, come in!"

Anson's face turned green immediately.

Everyone smiled and said goodbye manually.

Anson coughed dryly, knocked on the door and walked in.

Thirty seconds later, Cheng Qin's roar came from inside.

Cheng Qin is rarely like this.

Kai Feng, the manager of the marketing and sales department, folded his arms and said, "What did Ansen do to make the boss look like this? It's been a long time since I saw the boss ignite."

Luo Yangyang, head of the comic group, took the manuscript and said, "I seem to be misunderstanding something?"

Chang An'an, the head of the novel group, suddenly realized, "Fuck, the boss is so difficult! Has An Sen caught up? The bully is going to attack? Forgive me for making up 10 words of H."

"Stupid human!" The accountant Hangzhou swiped over with the report and revealed the truth, "Anson 8 is in the boss' vest."

Kai Feng, Luo Yangyang, and Chang An'an said in unison: "What vest?"

Hangzhou straightened his black-rimmed glasses, and smiled unfathomably, "Take out your phone and search Weibo."

The three of them followed suit.

"Just kidding."

Three people: "..."

Chang Anan was dissatisfied and said: "Hangzhou, you dare to tease us, I'll beat you up!"

Kaifeng and Luo Yangyang agreed.

Hangzhou Nu: "Sou, 'I'm kidding you'!"

Three people: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Weibo profile picture: A plate of black fried hairtail

Weibo name: teasing you

Brief introduction: Painter Xunyang, likes fried octopus.

Luo Yangyang exploded, "Oh my god, is the boss actually the author of "Shen Ding"? I'm so moved that I want to cry, what should I do, I even chased after her, I always thought she was a soft girl with that style of painting!!"

Chang Anan exploded together, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Kaifeng didn't blow up, and calmly calculated: "For this kind of effect, we can first test the waters by publishing a single book, signing for sale, the boss is very handsome, and can attract fans, and then peripherals, dolls, and TV..."

According to the calculator in Hangzhou, "Cost control in...net...tax...net income...um!"

Kaifeng and Hangzhou said at the same time: "The pot is full."

Luo Yangyang and Chang An'an said: "Zu Kai, magic calculation, money string!"

At this time, Li Ansen came out, touched the sweat on his forehead, and then sighed.

Everyone returned to their respective positions, without saying a word, they looked at the computer, but their ears stretched out like trumpet flowers.

Li Ansen knocked on Luo Yangyang's desk, "Give me the cover of Qihe."

"Okay, Editor-in-Chief Li." Luo Yangyang offered it with both hands, "I checked just now, and the artist's account is still not online."

Li Ansen nodded and said, "Everyone is busy, put your ears away."

Everyone: "..."

Li Ansen presented the copy of the cover to Cheng Qin respectfully, helped the frame of the mirror, and said: "The blank space used to only outline simple porcelain, and Qihe's book is a novel with Yuzhou Jun porcelain as the background, so you can see it at a glance." The artist in the picture drew it, but only made a few outlines, Qi He was not very satisfied, the artist replied that there is a reference that can be modified, and it is scheduled to be sent, but it is currently offline."

"Submit online?" Cheng Qin asked, "Did you leave a contact number?"

"Yes, online submission," Anson said, "There is a contact number, and the phone is turned off."

Cheng Qin shook the A4 paper and watched it carefully.

That's right, as Zhang Jianguo said, the artist's painting style is indeed a bit like him.

However, there is also the artist's own style, the brushwork is very steady, the details are not delicate enough, a little floating.

"How old is this painter?" Cheng Qin asked.

"He's a student." Anson said, paused and said, "He also drew a fan of "Shen Ding". I searched it, and he is quite famous."

Cheng Qin squinted at him, "You know everything?"

Anson smiled and said, "It's written in his profile."

Cheng Qin put down the drawing, propped his chin and said, "You are good at 8 vests. I haven't updated Weibo in five or six years, and the grass is almost growing, and I haven't posted a selfie. I only have some landscape paintings and "Shen Ding Shuo" Tiaoman, did that idiot Zhang Jianguo see this cover, and said that we have a similar style of painting, and then you are sure it is me? Are you a fairy?"

An Sen said: "Not entirely, because Qi He only talked about your portraits, and if I asked him again, he would remain silent."

"He's smart," Cheng Qin said, "Then how can you be sure that 'Teasing You' is me?"

An Sen smiled and said: "Before that, I accidentally saw the sketchbook in your car, and the drawing in it was the protagonist of "Shending". Such a handsome young man, right?" Although the painting is rough, it is rare to be vivid, so for all the above, I boldly speculate that the original author may be you."

An Sen smiled, and then continued: "I have been following "Shen Ding", the plot style is very good, I came up with a single book, and left a message for you on Weibo, but you seem very cold and never replied."

"Hey, are you chasing "Shending"?" Cheng Qin snorted twice, "It's all for young girls to watch. You're so old, what are you doing?"

Anson: "..."

Cheng Qin looked down at the manuscript, with a lonely expression, and stroked the lines on it carefully, as if every stroke contained overflowing youth.

An Sen looked at Cheng Qin and frowned slightly, and asked, "How did Zhang Jianguo know that you drew manga?"

Cheng Qin paid too much attention to the things in his hands, and said casually: "One time we just finished, he fell asleep, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and drew. Later, when he woke up and went to pee, he accidentally discovered it."

An Sen's face turned gloomy for a moment, as if accusing the other party of being ignorant, "You don't need to talk about the details."

Cheng Qin was taken aback and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing." An Sen helped the mirror frame, "Are you really not thinking about painting again? There are so many serials, it's a pity not to finish."

Cheng Qin twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a faint smile, "I started serializing "Shen Ding" on Weibo when I was 22 years old, maybe because the painting style is soft and delicate, the ancient style is mysterious and it tests the writing skills, and the plot is improvable, so, then At that time, I had quite a lot of fans, and there were quite a few publishers looking for me, but I wanted to finish painting first before choosing a suitable publisher, but something happened when I was 24 years old..."

Cheng Qin seemed to be in some unhappy contemplation, his brows were slightly frowned, An Sen didn't interrupt, he suddenly felt that Cheng Qin was a little... pitiful at this moment.

Cheng Qin squeezed his hands, took a deep breath, quickly changed, and said: "Well, let's contact the artist first. This is Zhang Jianguo's first published novel after all. Let him do it according to his wishes. You are communicating."

An Sen silently put away the drawing, and said expressionlessly, "You take good care of your old lover."

"Are you envious?" Cheng Qin cast a sidelong glance at him and said with a wink, "You can do it too."

An Sen said with a sullen face, "No need, you're a fool."

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows: "You're the one cheating."

Anson justifiably said: "There is a kind of digging, and there is a kind of filling?"

Cheng Qin: "..."

An Sen was a little better, turned around and left with a high toe, and said at the door: "By the way, that artist's Weibo is called 'Fried Hairtail', and he looks like a true fan. If you have nothing to do, you can chat about it. You are good at this." .”

"go out!"

Cheng Qin picked up the documents on the table and threw them at An Sen.

With a poisonous tongue like Cheng Qin, only the old man Li Ansen can suppress it.

Cheng Qin, the damn editor-in-chief, decided to fire him.

Cheng Qin stared blankly at the computer screen for a while.

Then with trembling hands, he opened Weibo, thought about his account password, and logged in.

It's ok, not stolen.

@我的999+, comment 999+, like 999+…

Cheng Qin was expressionless, flipping through one by one.

He is actually happy.

But because 6 years have passed, because of the injury I suffered that night, and the injury in the palm of my hand, I have been afraid to log on to Weibo, and there is not even this app in my phone.

He is afraid, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold a pen, or that he will not be able to draw exquisite characters when his pen can no longer reach its peak.

Cheng Qin downloaded the Weibo client, uploaded the sketch of "Chuchen" and attached "Long time no see".

Just sent, a @ message, forward Weibo and comment.

From user Fried hairtail.

——Wait, I'm not blind, what did I see, me!look!arrive!up!Varied!what! ! !goddess!You're back?You are finally back.Oh My God! ! !In my lifetime! ! [crying]

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows.

goddess?

Cheng Qin hesitated for a moment, and clicked to reply: The goddess is not suitable for me.

Then, send.

After sending it out, Cheng Qin regretted it.

It seems to be implying something.

After turning off the phone, Cheng Qin explained what to do and went to the hospital.

His head was wet with water yesterday, and today the wound is a little wet. Although Cheng Qin was afraid of getting an infection, although he didn't want to go there, he also knew that it was wrong to avoid medical treatment at this time.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital to find a parking space, Zhang Jianguo called.

The painter got in touch, and the cover will be delivered tomorrow morning. He called to thank Cheng Qin.

It was quite serious at the beginning, thank you for your support, encouragement and so on, but the more you go on, the more out of tune you are, what kind of promises you have, sleeping in vain all night and so on.

Cheng Qin hung up the phone directly, his head was already hurting, why did he spend so much time chatting with him, waiting for the car to drive in, who would have killed a jeep next to him.

Cheng Qin is so angry, in the era when everyone is having fun, this buddy is still playing the game of grabbing a parking space?After the people in the car got off, they realized that it was the guy with glasses who had sex with him that day.

Cheng Qin reversed the car, there was no need to say hello to strangers.

When it was Cheng Qin's turn to change the dressing, the nurse scolded him a lot, and finally gave him some instructions before letting him go.

Weibo information kept reminding, Cheng Qin parked the car on the side of the road, turning over one by one.

"Fried octopus" replied, there are still two. Maybe the style of "Shen Ding" is closer to Cheng Qin's, so this blogger has a lot of fans.

Fried octopus: Is it a male god?You are a male god and I love you too!

Fried octopus: God, please marry me!

These two have been praised a lot, far ahead, and stand out among many comments.

Everyone below exploded——

Big fried octopus fish: Bet on a spicy strip, looking for a man on the cliff!

Unruly toilet: Damn, the goddess turned into a god?Suddenly there is an extra part, let me know what to do.

Chuchen 0909: However, I have already seen through everything, and my face is full of blood with the original match.

19cm Imagine by yourself: You can have fun @炒发鱼.

Coquettish toilet: The upstairs is too dirty, @拍你Play are you going to drive?Can it be half price? I have a student card.

……

Cheng Qin laughed silently as he watched all the jokers reply.

I clicked on the avatar of the blogger "Fried Hairtail". It was a pair of slender hands holding an orange.

Weibo name: I like you for a long time

Introduction: Draw hand-fried octopus, love big oranges

Regarding the introduction, Cheng Qin wanted to pursue his copyright.

The basic rhythm of the "Fried Hairtail" Weibo is, "Shending" fanart, reposting Cheng Qin's previous Weibo, attaching comments, probably crying and asking when the goddess will come back, the waiting flowers are all gone .

And close-ups of the hands.

The hands are not white, but they have no pores, are delicate and slender, with distinct joints, and calluses can be seen.

It looked like a boy's hand.

Looking at each text and each picture, Cheng Qin couldn't explain the feeling in his heart, but if he had to say it, it was warm.

It's great to have such a fan waiting for him after six years of absence.

Every day I take the trouble to ask him when he will return.

Only draw the same characters of "Shen Ding Shuo".

Still a boy.

Cheng Qin leaned on the seat with his wrist resting on his forehead.

want to cry.

☆, injured

The next morning, Cheng Qin was woken up by the doorbell, and opened the door sleepily. Chu Yang stood outside with the food box and clothes.

Cheng Qin rubbed his neck, and had no intention of letting him in, "What's the matter?"

"Return the clothes," Chu Yang raised the bag in his hand and gestured, "Also, I fried some hairtail for you."

"Oh, come in, it's cold outside." Cheng Qin only took the food box and walked into the house, sniffing it with his nose, "It smells so good, yo, it's still warm."

Chu Yang changed his shoes and placed them neatly, "I just got fried in the morning."

"You're quite energetic." Cheng Qin squeezed a piece out and threw it into his mouth. After a while, he spat out a piece of fish bone, "Tsk tsk, delicious! Hey, how do you know I like fried hairtail?"

"I don't know," Chu Yang said, "I see that there are hairtails in the refrigerator, so I guessed it."

"Oh."

"Uncle Cheng," Chu Yang scratched his head, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Qin looked at him, "It's okay, it's over, I was too modest yesterday."

Chu Yang said: "I was hit with a brick for no reason, yesterday was insincere, today I apologize again."

"You didn't ask for much money." Cheng Qin licked his fingers, "Such a big plate of octopus is sincere enough, this page is over!"

"En." Chu Yang smiled, his eyes were crooked and bright.

Cheng Qin said, "You really look like Uncle."

"Nephew looks like an uncle." Chu Yang looked at the time and said, "I'm leaving first, I still have something to do."

"Okay," Cheng Qin raised the fried octopus in his hand, "The craftsmanship is good, at the level of a chef."

"Well," Chu Yang blushed slightly, and smiled shyly, "Eat less, it's too oily."

Looking at the empty entrance, Cheng Qin remembered some things from the past.

He hid in the countryside that year. He remembered that the family next door to his grandfather’s old house had just helped a family. The little aunt in that family often made fried hairtail. He always went to the next door to eat, and competed with the children of the big sister's family who could spit out clean bones. At that time, he also liked this kind of fried hairtail that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and salty.

At that time, he was about the same age as Chu Yang, and he was embarrassed to go to other people's dinners, so he started to cook by himself, but he was not born to be a cook with a shovel and a kitchen knife, but fortunately, he has always been happy to try , until today is still a dark level, but the biggest improvement is familiarity.

Cheng Qin squeezed another piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the doorbell rang again, and Cheng Qin wiped the grease off his hands with a tissue, "Here we come."

Chu Yang was still outside the door, with an extra envelope in his hand, and he said, "I haven't paid you for the medicine you bought for me last time."

Cheng Qin couldn't laugh or cry, he pushed the envelope back, "Oh, big nephew, it's really unnecessary, it's my brother who hurt you, shouldn't I buy medicine for you, you really don't need to do this."

A migrant worker upstairs carried a woven bag on his shoulders and went downstairs, chattering, apparently the contents of the bag were not light.

Chu Yang heard the sound and looked upstairs as if avoiding embarrassment, then scratched his head, perhaps feeling that he was a little hypocritical, so he silently retracted, "That's all right, I'm leaving, don't get your head wet."

"Okay, you slow down."

"Hey."

At this moment, when the migrant worker who was going downstairs turned around at the stairs, Cheng Qin quickly pulled Chu Yang over to protect him in his arms, his voice distorted, "Be careful!"

"Ouch!" The migrant worker was almost pushed down, staggered a few steps, and put down the woven bag. There was a "wow" in the corridor, and the contents of the bag were shattered. The migrant worker shouted, "What are you doing?"

Chu Yang went inside without knowing it, and broke away from Cheng Qin's embrace, only to find that the entire palm of Cheng Qin's left hand was stained red with blood.

The migrant worker was startled when he saw this, his face paled instantly, and he stood stiffly in place.

For the second renovation upstairs, the unused glass was put into woven bags and the migrant workers carried it down as construction waste, but the glass scratched the woven bag and exposed a sharp corner. If it weren't for Cheng Qin, Chu Yang's neck would probably be broken. Whether you can stand here or not is another matter.

"Uncle Cheng..." Chu Yang saw so much blood gushing out that his little face changed color, and he quickly pinched Cheng Qin's artery.

Cheng Qin was obviously not that flustered, and patted Chu Yang's face, "Go, get a towel, and bring me the car keys by the way."

For a simple and famous farm worker, if he gets into trouble, he will face nothing but a huge compensation. He is not good at talking, and now he is more like a dumb person standing there at a loss what to do.

The head of the household upstairs came down, saw Cheng Qin's hand, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

The eldest brother of the migrant worker was confused, he stammered and told the whole story, and wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously.

"It's okay, Mr. Cui." After Cheng Qin finished speaking, he smiled at the elder brother of the migrant worker, "It's okay, I'm carrying dangerous items on my back, so be more careful next time."

"I'll take you to the hospital," Cui Yan took the towel that Chu Yang brought over, "Hold it first to stop the bleeding."

"It's okay, I'll go by myself," Cheng Qin said.

"I'll see you off." Cui Yan said, "I should have to bear this."

"Let's go to the hospital first." Chu Yang covered Cheng Qin's hand and quickly calmed down, "I'll talk about other things later."

After leaving the corridor, Cheng Qin said, "Chu Yang, I'm fine, you go back to class."

Chu Yang glanced at him, "I'll go with you."

Cheng Qin said, "Be obedient."

Chu Yang opened the car door, pursed his lips, "Uncle Cheng, let me follow."

When they arrived at the hospital, Cui Yan went to pay the money, and Chu Yang followed Cheng Qin to the dressing room.

Cheng Qin sewed two stitches in his left hand.

It was his classmate Xu Chao who sewed the stitches. Last time he came to the hospital, he happened to be resting. This time he happened to see Cheng Qin, so he sewed the stitches for him himself.

The two grew up together. They were in the same class as Cheng Tian in high school, and their grades were always a little bit behind Cheng Tian's. They were always the second in the grade, and they were named the millennium second child throughout high school, but it was still possible to crush Cheng Qin. With a gentle personality, except for a bit of a bad mouth and a bit of a fool, he is really a doctor.

Xu Chao saw that Cheng Qin had a head injury and an injury on his hand, so he asked him if he had joined the underworld.