I won't chase you a second time

Two days later, Shen Xingwen informed Jiang Wensong that the school would send a teacher to check the dormitory next week, but he was not sure which day it would be, and it was best to go back to the dormitory next week just in case.

Accustomed to a free life, Jiang Wensong was quite reluctant, and sat on the sofa to sort things out slowly.

Although there is not much to sort out.

He Mingxu sat on the other side of the sofa with a stinky face.

Jiang Wensong glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued tidying up, thinking whether he should tell his aunt about the general school.

When he finished packing his luggage, He Mingxu still sat on the side without saying a word.

Although it looked fierce, Jiang Wensong knew that He Mingxu was actually very coaxing.

He came a little closer, squatted down, and kissed He Mingxu's tightly pursed lips.

This time the reaction was quick, He Mingxu stretched out his arms to wrap around Jiang Wensong's waist, and pressed himself down.

Jiang Wensong thought that it would be good to go back to the dormitory and rest for a few days.

In fact, on the third night after returning to the dormitory, the teacher and his aunt came to check, so after the afternoon class on the fourth day, Jiang Wensong tidied up his things in the dormitory and planned to move his position again.

Jiang Yao watched from the side, and suddenly said, "Xiao Song, you have a really good relationship with Brother Xu."

Jiang Wensong paused, then nodded, "It's pretty good."

Jiang Yao seemed to just say it casually, nodded after finishing speaking, and then continued to play the game with his head down.

When Jiang Wensong simply finished tidying up his things, the mobile phone placed on the table vibrated slightly.

He didn't know why Jiang Yuantao sent him a message suddenly.

[Come to the school gate within 5 minutes. ]——Jiang Yuantao.

Seeing the text message, Jiang Wensong slowly stopped his swift movements.

It was getting dark when he walked out of the school gate. Jiang Wensong walked past the big stone at the school gate, stood there and looked around, but did not see Jiang Yuantao.

Instead, a few men with cigarettes in their mouths walked towards him. The headed man with a cut head was wearing a black shirt, shaking the phone in his hand, and asked him with a frown, "Jiang Yuantao's son?"

Jiang Wensong looked at the phone in his hand, "The text message you sent me? Where's my dad?"

"Your dad?" The cropped man took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it on his fingertips again, "It's your dad who called us to pick you up, let's go!"

Jiang Wensong didn't move, looked at them vigilantly, lowered his head and made a call.

Until the mobile phone in the man's hand rang, the cropped man smiled and hung up the phone.

The man waited impatiently for him, put his hand on Jiang Wensong's shoulder, and dragged him forward forcefully while pressing down.

The inch-cut man suppressed Jiang Wensong's struggling movements, and threatened in a low voice: "If you don't come with us, your father will be gone."

"Don't worry, we are just a few debt collectors. Let's find a place to have a good talk. After you pay back the money, we will release your father."

Jiang Wensong gritted his teeth and slowly relieved himself.

After getting into the car, Jiang Wensong calmed down a lot, and asked, "Did he borrow usury again?"

"Yeah." The inch-cut man drove the car and replied casually: "Don't worry, you will be fine if you pay the money obediently. If you don't have any money, you can borrow some money from your relative Song or something. If I can't get through If she calls, I won't come to you."

At the end, he said irritably: "What kind of money can a college student have..."

"How much do you owe?"

The cropped man waved his hand at the co-pilot.

Jiang Wensong took the document handed over by the man and flipped through a few pages.

"How? Can you pay it back? If you can't pay it back, hurry up and borrow it. I can't wait so long."

Looking at the huge amount, Jiang Wensong just hummed.

The inch-cut man was quite surprised, as if he didn't expect Jiang Wensong to be so cooperative, and he didn't expect him to have such a large amount of money, "You are quite rich as a college student. If you succeed, it will be much easier."

Of course he doesn't have that much money.

While talking, the car stopped.

Jiang Wensong got out of the car with them, turned his head to look around, but before he could take a second look, he was pushed into a somewhat dilapidated room by the man.

"Don't fucking look around."

"Where's Jiang Yuantao?" Jiang Wensong looked around the small room.

There were a few tables and chairs in the room, and there were a few people playing cards sitting there. Those people looked up at them, then lowered their heads and continued playing cards.

The inch-cut man was flipping through the documents to check the amount, when he heard the words he suddenly smiled, and looked up at Jiang Wensong, "Jiang Yuantao? You should worry about yourself, he is much smarter than you, he knew he was not up, so he ran away a long time ago, He walked cleanly and quickly, without even taking his mobile phone."

"If I didn't know where he went all of a sudden, my mother would come to you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wensong froze in place, and suddenly stopped moving.

I can't tell whether it's shock, disappointment, or feeling a little pitiful.

The inch-cut man saw that he didn't move, "Hurry up, I'll send you the account number."

After a while, Jiang Wensong raised his head and smiled, "I don't have that much money."

"Are you fucking sick? Playing on me?"

In fact, he could pay back the existing money first and delay it for a few days, but Jiang Wensong didn't want to.

He doesn't want to pay back the money for Jiang Yuantao now.

The inch-cut man was probably irritated. He got up and walked in front of Jiang Wensong, grabbing him by the collar, "You better tell me the fuck..."

Before the man finished speaking, he was punched to the ground by Jiang Wensong.

Seeing this, the gangsters in the room quickly rushed forward.

Jiang Wensong knew that he was outnumbered, but he still threw out punch after punch. He didn't know what kind of anger it was out of, it might be to Jiang Yuantao, or it might be to himself.

In the end, Jiang Wensong leaned against the wall panting, watching those gangsters holding his mobile phone and using his fingerprints to transfer money, but his heart was very peaceful.

Probably the pain calmed him down.

Jiang Wensong blinked, feeling that this scene was very familiar.

After the transfer, those gangsters warned him that he must pay back all the remaining money within a week. If he didn't pay back, they still had a hundred ways to force him to pay back.

They put him in the car, drove for a while, stopped not knowing where, and left him on a street corner.

Jiang Wensong didn't know when he passed out.

When Jiang Wensong woke up, he felt that the number of times he saw this kind of ward was too frequent during this period of time.

The round lamp was on the ceiling, bright and dazzling, and the noisy sounds in the ward seemed to gradually become clearer from far to near.

"Jiang Wensong?"

He heard He Mingxu calling him.

Jiang Wensong thought, fortunately, he didn't forget He Mingxu.

As if suddenly relieved, he blinked and fell asleep again.

When he woke up for the second time, perhaps because he had slept again, Jiang Wensong felt much better, at least his head was clear.

It was dark in the ward, probably around midnight.The curtains around the beds were also pulled up, leaving a relatively private space for each bed.

He moved a little, and He Mingxu, who was lying beside him, woke up soon.

Jiang Wensong felt that He Mingxu was not asleep at all.

He heard He Mingxu's voice, which was very hoarse, and asked him softly, "Are you awake?"

Jiang Wensong rolled his eyes and slowly felt the pain.

He moved, and He Mingxu helped him sit up, and handed him another glass of water.

After drinking water to moisten his throat, Jiang Wensong felt better, and asked him, "How did I come to the hospital?"

"A passer-by called for first aid."

"Then how did you know?"

He Mingxu said after a while, "I called you dozens of times."

"Oh..." Jiang Wensong responded, feeling a little guilty, but he couldn't say anything else, so he had to tell He Mingxu the ins and outs of the incident.

"Jiang Wensong, you don't care about your body at all."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wensong apologized nicely.

He Mingxu didn't speak, and his expression was hidden in the darkness. Jiang Wensong stretched out his hand, wanting to hold his hand.

He Mingxu paused obviously, helped Jiang Wensong lie down again, stretched out his hand to hold his extended hand, and softened his tone again: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Wensong clenched his hands tightly and turned his head to look at him.

The ward was very quiet. After a while, He Mingxu asked him if he still remembered who he was.

The voice is very soft and speaks very slowly.

Jiang Wensong, who was going to sleep obediently, opened his eyes again, wondering why he didn't ask this question when he just woke up but only now.

He pulled He Mingxu's hand hard, and He Mingxu thought he needed something, so he approached him and asked what was wrong.

The person in the next bed outside the curtain was snoring loudly, Jiang Wensong whispered, "The last thing before going to bed, kiss He Mingxu."

Then he endured the pain and raised his head with difficulty, and kissed He Mingxu's chin.

He Mingxu was stunned for a while, and then said softly, "There is still one missing, and the first thing I do when I wake up."

Jiang Wensong didn't want to move anymore, so he could only whisper, "Then you can kiss me."

Maybe patients are more likely to act like a baby, Jiang Wensong thought confidently.

He Mingxu bowed his head and kissed Jiang Wensong as promised.

Jiang Wensong looked at him, thinking that He Mingxu was really easy to coax.

The next day, Jiang Wensong woke up very early. It was impossible to sleep late in the hospital.

Song Ruimin arrived just before noon, and when she saw Jiang Wensong lying on the hospital bed, she still cried unfemininely.

Aunt really seldom cried, Jiang Wensong felt a little guilty.

The impulsiveness is indeed the devil, and he should have paid back the money and fled immediately.

Jiang Wensong couldn't move, so he could only wink at He Mingxu who was standing beside him.

He Mingxu picked up the napkin on one side and handed it to Song Ruimin.

Song Ruimin raised his eyes and saw He Mingxu. He even stopped crying, but he didn't say anything. He wiped away his tears and turned to ask Jiang Wensong a question.

She didn't stay for long, and left behind a little secretary before she left, saying that she could just talk to the little secretary if she needed anything.

Then, carrying her bag, she hurried out of the ward.

At noon, the little secretary went outside to pack the meal.

Very light and healthy.

But Jiang Wensong's appetite was not very good, he ate every bite, but in the end he succumbed to the pressure exerted by He Mingxu, and he still finished his meal.

One afternoon, Jiang Wensong felt that the little secretary left behind by Song Ruimin looked at him and He Mingxu with a lot more depth.