Patient relationship

Twenty minutes later, a group of bodyguards accompanied by Cheng Yu finally opened the gate of Jian Yang's courtyard through the security department of the nursing home.

The old security guard who was woken up in the middle of the night yawned and said impatiently, "I've never seen anyone coming to check in in the middle of the night, why are you disturbing other residents?"

The life and death of the neighbor who was "hunted" is uncertain, and the headed bodyguard uncle was very anxious, and urged: "I'm really sorry, but please hurry up, our husband is very aggressive, I'm afraid that something will happen to the patient." Accident."

"You guys are violating the rules. The residents here are either rich or expensive. If you accidentally hurt someone, you will get into big trouble." The security guard quickened his hands, picking and choosing among a large bunch of keys, and finally found the key. The key to this villa.

"What you said is that we failed to control the patients well, it was our dereliction of duty." The bodyguards desperately nodded in apology, and when the door finally opened, hula la rushed in and rushed to the bedroom on the second floor.

When the door was pushed open, the bodyguards thought they would see the bloody murder scene, but what they saw shocked them even more.

Mr. Cheng, who was running wildly, was huddled in the owner's arms, purring in his throat representing comfort, and the owner stroked his back one after another, as if he was smoothing the fur of a coquettish lion.

Homeowner: "Good boy, be quiet."

Mr. Cheng: "Huh... um... huh..."

All the bodyguards were completely petrified, their jaws dropped to their chests.

Seeing such a large group of visitors, Jian Yang was a little shy, and said weakly, "Are you here to look for him?"

Most of the bodyguards were alphas, a group of people crowded at the door of the room, exuding a rather complex and strong smell, which made Jian Yang feel his glands heating up, and he had a strong sense of crisis: the pheromones of other alphas would make him fall into shock, this kind of The situation is too dangerous.

Before the uncle of the bodyguard could answer, the big lion who had just calmed down was unhappy: the owner's attention was distracted by other people, it was those annoying big men, and they still exuded a smell that he didn't like.

Alpha's sense of territory is causing trouble, not to mention that there is also his most precious master in the territory.Cheng Yu's eyes became fierce again, he let out a threatening growl at the bodyguards, and at the same time emitted a large amount of pheromone to stabilize his possession of the territory.

The rich green apricot fragrance enveloped Jian Yang, and the discomfort just dissipated in an instant, and the glands seemed to be soaked in a warm hot spring, comfortably pressed and completely relaxed.

The bodyguards took a step back frightened by Cheng Yu's roar, for fear that he would make another aggressive move.

Seeing this, Jian Yang pinched the back of Cheng Yu's neck and gave another instruction: "Be good, they are not bad people, you are not allowed to scare people, and you are not allowed to bite people."

The male lion was pinched at the nape of its neck, and instantly turned into a limp cat cub. It let out a soft "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.It's just that his eyes will scan the group of big men from time to time, monitoring whether they will do anything to harm the master, and be very vigilant.

The bodyguards looked at Jian Yang as if they were looking at the savior of Purdue sentient beings. The uncle in charge bowed to Jian Yang and said nervously, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Jian Yang blinked and expressed with his eyes: What do you think?

The big cat in his arms seemed to be offended by this question, and hugged Jian Yang with his backhand, and gently rubbed his head against his neck, refuting others' doubts about his loyalty with practical actions.

The uncle laughed twice, and apologized: "I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest so late, I didn't expect Mr. Cheng to be so close to you."

Jian Yang put his arms around his big cat, and said a little embarrassedly: "Cheng and I are old acquaintances after all, you don't need to see each other, it's just...why did he become like this?"

The uncle choked up, recalling the inhuman work intensity these days, and recalling the source of all nightmares, it was a little hard to say.He glanced at Cheng Shuai again, and after confirming that the other party's IQ was still offline, he decided to tell the truth:

"He became what he is now because...he ran out of snacks."

Jian Yang's head is full of black question marks: Are you finished eating snacks? ? ?

The uncle wiped off his cold sweat and began to recall what had happened: "Cheng always got sick a few days ago. He ran out of snacks in the office that day and began to behave abnormally. He turned the office upside down. When there is no leftover, go to the reception room to ask the employee in charge of express distribution for snacks."

Mr. Cheng, who had a worrying IQ, seemed dissatisfied with this man's complaint behavior, bared his teeth and growled at the uncle, and immediately suffered Jian Yang's brain collapse.

"Don't make trouble," Jian Yang held down his big cat, and closed his startled chin: "Um...why did he ask the reception room for snacks?"

The corners of the uncle's lips trembled stiffly: "It is said that the previous snacks were sent by the reception room, and he probably thought subconsciously that he could find snacks there."

Jian Yang's thoughts froze for a moment, and finally he thought of a certain key point: before he left, he had bought a batch of snacks for Cheng Yu online, which were a full set of Hua Yang's products, and there was probably a full box.

It has been two months so far, and according to the normal consumption rate, the box of snacks should just be finished.

"What kind of snacks did he eat? Is it from Huayang's family?" Jian Yang asked.

The uncle bodyguard shook his head in confusion: "I don't know either. That box of snacks is Mr. Cheng's treasure. It is placed on the bed in the bedroom and eaten out every day. Even the cleaning lady is not allowed to touch it. No one knows the specific brand."

Jian Yang can basically be sure that it is the box of Hua Yang's family.He imagined the scene of Cheng Yu digging and searching for snacks from the box every day, and felt distressed. His children seemed to have been greatly wronged.

He touched Cheng Yu's head and guided him to regain his senses: "It's because the snacks are gone, so I'm sad, right?"

Cheng Yu's original cold and stern face had long since changed his painting style. He raised the corners of his eyes, his eyeballs were moist, and he let out a soft "huh", still in an animal way of expression, and did not speak human words.

"Have you contacted his doctor?" Jian Yang turned to ask the bodyguard uncle.

The uncle nodded and said: "Mr. Zhong helped to contact him, and the doctor also came to see him. We don't know the specific situation. Later, Mr. Zhong asked us to keep Mr. Cheng in the office and prevent him from doing anything that would harm others or himself." Behavior."

Jian Yang understood that Dr. Zhong should have made a diagnosis, but Cheng Yu's atavistic state could not be resolved within a short period of time, so he used "house arrest" to temporarily control his condition.

"How long has he been like this? Why did you send him to Chunhe Garden so late?" Jian Yang continued to ask.

The uncle recalled it for a while, and then confessed honestly: "It's been the fourth day since the day I was looking for snacks. Mr. Cheng is not in a good condition today, and he has been demolishing the house. At night, he found a note from his desk and said He started to go berserk, and none of us could cure him, so Mr. Zhong asked us to send him to Chunhe Garden first, and Dr. Zhong will come over tomorrow."

Jian Yang asked in surprise, "What note?"

The uncle scratched the back of his head and tried to recall: "It seems that the original payment was not properly delivered or something, probably a... IOU?"

Jian Yang instantly understood that the note was the note he left when he went to Cheng Yu's office for the first time and took away the handicraft of Myron. , I hope Mr. Cheng knows.

Cheng Yu sucked his own pheromones, but he didn't pay the original delicious meal as a reward, so he took his handicrafts as a matter of course, taking it for granted.

What about yourself?Cheng Yu has devoted so much time and thought to making up for all the debts and offering his precious sincerity, but he just walked away, negating all the ties between them, and he owed everything again. How much is he?

Jian Yang looked at Cheng Yu, feeling deeply guilty, and said softly: "I promised you that I would stay as your friend forever, but then I broke my promise. I didn't deliver the promise I gave you properly. , so you're sad, aren't you?"

Cheng Yu stared blankly at Jian Yang, his eyes were full of water, but still in chaos.He let out a soft "huh" and hugged Jian Yang's waist, like a lost animal, when the owner found him, he was embarrassed and helpless, he only knew to act like a spoiled child.

Jian Yang touched the back of his warm neck, caressed it preciously again and again, and finally felt what it meant to be ashamed.

The original promise was not properly delivered, so let's change the promise, shall we?

I am a disqualified friend, but I am shameless, shameless, and greedy.

Friends are far from enough. This time I want to be your trainer, the one who can ask for everything from you and let you get what you want.

Let me be your partner, I will cherish it, stop blinding my heart, pour out my poor emotions, and risk everything to like you.

I won't break my promise this time, okay?

A person with a guilty conscience can't even make such a humble promise.