After the crush boss was discovered

Enthusiasm flooded his cheeks, Jian Xun didn't dare to look into Chang Lingqing's eyes, took back his tools, lowered his head and covered the medicine box, pretending to be impatient and said: "Don't think too much, your injury is because of me , that’s why I bandaged you, otherwise I have nothing to do with where you hurt.”

Chang Lingqing paused, the light in his eyes dimmed, he lowered his eyes, his tall body was slightly arched, he looked so pitiful.

Jian Zun glanced to the side from the corner of his eye, a faint feeling of unbearable feeling rose in his chest, has he gone too far recently?Chang Lingqing didn't say anything either, maybe the man didn't call him over this time to play tricks on him.

Then, for what?

At night, Jian Xun was awakened by the ringing of the phone, seeing that the number was from Mo, his heart tightened, and he quickly pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Jian, I didn't want to disturb you, but Nan's illness has not recovered for a long time. Tonight, he even developed a high fever..." Mo's deep voice came from the other end of the microphone.

Nan is sick?No wonder Nan's voice was weak in the phone calls these days, but because he was greedy for the warmth of this moment, he forgot the purpose of coming here, and also forgot what caused Nan's illness.

Jian Zun suddenly felt very ashamed, he gripped the phone tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll go back tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, Jian Xun sat on the bed until dawn, and it rained heavily outside at night, and the raindrops hit the glass with a crackling sound, as if hitting his heart.

In the kitchen, after Chang Lingqing poured the oil into the pan, he forgot what to do next. He quickly picked up the recipe next to him. While reading the recipe, the oil in the pot exploded. The butler who came in saw this scene Startled, he hurriedly stepped forward to turn off the switch, worried: "Second Young Master, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Chang Lingqing held the recipe in a daze for a few seconds before remembering what he had just done, a look of loneliness flashed in his eyes, he shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's okay."

"Does the second young master want to make breakfast for Mr. Jian?" The housekeeper opened his mouth to break Chang Negqing's thoughts, "Well, let me tell the second young master what to do every step of the way, so that the second young master will not forget."

Chang Negqing looked up at the butler, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

After finishing a simple breakfast in a hurry, Chang Lingqing took a sip in advance this time, and the taste was right, so he was relieved, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a beautiful arc. As time went by, the smile on his face grew more and more.

"Second Young Master, Mr. Jian has gone downstairs." The butler reminded, and then consciously called out all the servants in the living room, leaving only Chang Lingqing and Jian Xun.

Chang Lingqing brought the prepared fried eggs and sandwiches to the dining table, then pulled away the chair, looked at Jian Xun with joy, and called out "four sons" in a low voice.

There was no expression on Jian Xun's face. He walked up to Chang Lingqing and stopped. Chang Lingqing lowered his eyes embarrassedly, pushed the plate beside Jian Xun, and said, "Taste it, four sons. It won't taste weird."

"Chang Lingqing, what do you want me to do to let me go?" Jian Zi asked, he looked at Chang Lingqing, "I don't know what you want to do, but I have to go back now, Nan is sick and needs me, He is not like you, he is the second young master of the Chang family, as long as you are injured a little, everyone will surround you."

Chang Lingqing stared blankly at Jian Xun, his face turned pale, the joy in his eyes dissipated little by little, he stretched out his hand in a panic to grab Jian Xun's hand, as if the man would not leave if he grasped it like this.

Chang Lingqing grabs, is thrown away by Jian Xun, grabs, is thrown away again, grabs, throws away...

The two of them are like children repeating childish games.

"Four sons, me too..." Chang Lingqing made a hoarse and trembling voice from the bottom of his throat, his brain became chaotic again, and the words he was about to say turned into a mess, stuck in his throat and unable to speak, he stubbornly grasped Holding Jian Xun's wrist, he could only plead in the end, "Don't go."

"Chang Lingqing, don't make me hate you even more," Jian Zun looked at Chang Lingqing expressionlessly, and broke away the men's hands one by one, "You don't want us to make things too ugly, let me go ,OK?"

Chang Lingqing's eyes were red, he looked at Jian Xun, then lowered his head and picked up the plate, grabbed Jian Xun's wrist with one hand, handed it to him, and said, "Fourth son, this is me... "

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Jian Xun shook off Chang Lingqing's hand, unexpectedly touching the plate with his elbow.

There was a clatter, the plate fell to the ground, and the broken pieces fell apart, and the fried eggs and sandwiches rolled down under my feet like garbage.

Jian Zun was stunned for a moment, he didn't knock over the plate on purpose, but now is not the time to soften his heart, he wants to take advantage of this time to make up his mind and leave completely.

That's the right thing to do... what he should do...

"Chang Lingqing, I don't hate you, really, we've been entangled for so many years, I'm tired," Jian Xi paused, lowered his eyes, and stopped looking at Chang Lingqing, his nails were deeply embedded in his palm, and the word After a pause, "Besides, I don't like you anymore."

Chang Lingqing's body shook, his field of vision was pitch black, his palms tightly grasped the edge of the table, and he stabilized his staggering body, he slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he squeezed out three words from his throat: "Let's go .”

I know the truth, I feel sorry for my husband

Jian Zong left, very smoothly, no one stopped him along the way, so easy that he felt that he could leave here early in the morning by his own ability.

When he got in the car on the way back, he would subconsciously look behind him. Any black car would make his heart skip a beat, thinking that Chang Lingqing was catching up.