He's super cute

"Lie down." The doctor turned around and fiddled with the equipment, pointed to the examination chair and said, "Take off your pants."

Yu Xiaoque grabbed Jiang Yan's little finger and huddled behind the man in a small ball, revealing only a little bit of dull hair.

Before going out in the morning, he was still full of energy.

He flatteredly thought that his husband was going to take him out to play, and he smirked at the mirror for a while, throwing his clothes all over the bed.

The little bird in my heart flapped its wings excitedly.

Unexpectedly, when I got out of the car, I saw this familiar hospital, as if I had been poured a bucket of cold water.

Little Canary drooped her head and tugged at Jiang Yan's little finger, her heart feeling unspeakably sore.

It wasn't the first time he came to this private hospital, but he resisted every time.

Lying on the examination chair with her lower body naked, her legs spread out, she was being manipulated and examined like an instrument.

Shame and fear.

When she came here for the first time, Yu Xiaoque refused to go up, and made a fuss for a while, hugging the legs of the table and refusing to let go, trying to get over it by cheating.

The bodyguards didn't dare to touch him, they were cautious and had nowhere to start.

But Jiang Yan is not someone he can easily use as a rascal.

"Sarpo, right?" The man stood aside with his arms folded, his expression neither cold nor indifferent, but he wasn't very angry.

It's just like looking at a disobedient little pet.

He kicked Yu Xiaoque's ass casually, but this time he didn't stay strong, Yu Xiaoque only felt that his tailbone was about to break.

The pain made him grit his teeth and tremble.

"I don't want to go up..." Yu Xiaoque huddled herself into a ball with all her strength, begging with a vibrato.

At that time, he was still thinking about Jiang Yan's luck.

He couldn't believe that the man who carried him out of the trash can with a gentle voice would become so fast.

"Don't want to go up?" Jiang Yan looked down at him, as if hearing something funny.

The soft things under the feet were weeping like pear blossoms with rain, like a little rose wet by rain and dew, entangled with a few touches of unconscious beauty.

Yu Xiaoque looked up at him pitifully, her eyes full of admiration and expectation.

As if he was his only god.

How funny.

Jiang Yan sneered, obviously he was the one who dragged Little Rose off the altar with his own hands.

"Why are you crying?" He bent down, pinched Yu Xiaoque's chin, and wiped away the tears hanging on his face bit by bit, "It's so distressing."

That's what I said, but it didn't mean the slightest bit of distress.

"He won't let go..." Jiang Yan threw the handkerchief, stood up straight, tilted his head slightly, and asked as if wondering, "Isn't it enough to break his arm?"

The bodyguard hesitated to move.

Yu Xiaoque bent her knees, coughed until she cried, and rubbed herself under the table little by little.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Yan smiled reassuringly at Little Ruan Baozi, and said warmly, "It's still in the hospital, and if it's broken, it can be connected quickly, so you won't suffer."

Yu Xiaoque shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing persistently.

Little Canary couldn't be more stubborn than Jiang Yan, he was cold-hearted and never showed mercy to anyone.

Except the guy from years ago.

In the end, Yu Xiaoque climbed onto the examination chair with her dislocated arms drooping, almost choking on tears from her nose and tears.

The two legs were pinned down, unable to move, and could only be mercilessly manipulated by the cold gloves.

His body was snow white, and he was pushed on the chopping board to be slaughtered.

Even if Yu Xiaoque lost her memory, she felt ashamed, her round toes curled up, and her throat was full of sorrow.

After the doctor's examination, Jiang Yan didn't put any pants on him, but let him lie on the chair like this.

The last layer of his face must be ruthlessly stripped off.

"Do you still think about it in the future?" The man's tone was clear, and he slowly pinned the lock of hair that Yu Xiaoque ate into his mouth behind his ear.

Yu Xiaoque turned her head, her body hurt everywhere, and she shed tears one after another.

Seeing Jiang Yan reflexively wanted to back away.

"Huh?" Jiang Yan pulled his hair and asked softly, "Are you dumb?"

Yu Xiaoque had no choice but to meet Jiang Yan's eyes, he trembled, his lips trembled, and whispered: "I want to..."

"Be good." Jiang Yan patted his face and said with a smile, "You have to be good."

"Don't be willful anymore."

Obviously it was Yu Xiaoque's familiar smile, but he was lying on the cold examination chair, looking at that smile, he felt a chill run up his spine.

"What's wrong?" The man's words pulled him out of his memory.

Yu Xiaoque touched her forehead, and Qiyuetian broke out in a cold sweat.

Yu Xiaoque shook her head, obediently let go of Jiang Yan's fingers, and skillfully climbed onto the examination chair.

He didn't cry or fuss, as if he was used to it.

It's just that those little hands clenched the hem of the clothes into a ball.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that when Yu Xiaoque came here for the first time, she almost overturned the consulting room, and she was playing tricks.

Look now, how obedient and soft, there are rules.

He doesn't mind giving his obedient pet a little sweetness.

Jiang Yan held Yu Xiaoque's trembling hands, rubbed his head, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

Little Canary's eyes lit up, she grabbed Jiang Yan's little finger, smiled sweetly, and squeezed out two small dimples.

"Thank you, sir."

Yu Xiaoque is easy to be satisfied, no matter how bad you treat him, if you give him a good order, he will remember it for a lifetime.

That's why I suffered so much.

After all, he was afraid, and even breathed a lot lighter, but holding Jiang Yan's hand was extremely satisfying.

It seems that this humiliation is nothing.

When the doctor came over, Jiang Yan's phone suddenly lit up, and Yu Xiaoque's eyelashes fluttered, fearing that he would leave, so she tightly grabbed his hand again.

He patted Yu Xiaoque's hand and softened his tone, "I won't go."

Yu Xiaoque breathed a sigh of relief.

After Jiang Yan took out his phone, he paused, looking a little surprised at the name on it.

Yu Xiaoque lay on the chair and looked at Mr. Jiang. He had been with this man for three years, and he had devoted all his attention to him. No matter how bad his brain was, he could see the general idea.

Just like now, Mr. Jiang's eyes when looking at the phone are obviously much softer.

That was... a tenderness that he had never had before.

Jiang Yan put down his phone, his smile narrowed a bit, and he looked at the sky, "Xiao Que can do it by herself, right?"

No, I can't, I'm afraid, sir.

I'm so scared.

Don't leave me alone.

Yu Xiaoque's eyes were foggy, he was afraid that he would burst into tears when he spoke, so he nodded obediently.

Sneaking tightly on Jiang Yan's hand a little bit.

Jiang Yan shunned his dumb hair, as if stroking a kitten, "Good boy."

He didn't seem to see the tears in the little canary's mouth, or he didn't care when he saw it.

He bent down and kissed Yu Xiaoque's forehead, as if rewarding him for being sensible.

Then she broke off Yu Xiaoque's fingers, turned around and left with big strides.

Little Canary's lower body felt cold, he groaned uncomfortably, the doctor looked up at him, "It's not the first time, why pretend?"

Yu Xiaoque turned her head in embarrassment and bit her lower lip.

Through tears, he vaguely saw the caller ID on Jiang Yan's phone.

It seems to have a jade character.

Yu Xiaoque huddled beside the car seat, her little face was wet from crying, she didn't make a sound, she just drooped her head to wipe away her tears, sucking her nose from time to time, her hair also collapsed in half.

Keep your legs together tightly.

Jiang Yan pressed the alcohol cotton on Yu Xiaoque's arm and sighed, "Does it still hurt?"

Little Canary didn't say a word, with a miserable look of grievance, leaning against the car window listlessly, twitching.

"You're still wronged." Jiang Yan couldn't laugh or cry, and removed the alcohol cotton to check the situation, "It's just a blood draw."

"It's bleeding..." Yu Xiaoque twitched her arm and said inarticulately, "Press it."

Jiang Yan pressed the button for 10 minutes less, his arms were numb, and he was not happy when he took Yu Xiaoque away.

"Not coming out." He didn't bother to spoil him, and gently tore off the adhesive tape that was stuck to the alcohol cotton.

There were needle holes all over her white and thin arms, which looked rather oozing.

Jiang Yan paused, and suddenly regretted dismantling this thing.

He slowly raised his head, and as expected, Yu Xiaoque stared at the bruise, pursing his mouth to cry or not.

The tears that were about to stop had a tendency to flow out again.

"It hurts..."

Where can a small needle eye hurt?

Yu Xiaoque's usual offences are more painful than this, so why can't she bear it now.

Just to find something for him.

"Hold back." Jiang Yan rubbed his forehead, lowered his voice, "If you cry again, get the hell out of here."

After all, I ran out of patience.

It is pleasing for a small pet to make a fuss occasionally, but it is annoying for a pet to push forward without winking.

Yu Xiaoque was silent for a while, then glared at him lightly, the tears fell even more happily, and she couldn't even breathe well.

Afraid that Jiang Yan would scold him, he turned his head hard to hold back the choking in his throat, and there were still finger marks on his small face that didn't go away.

The small shoulders trembled, looking pitiful and aggrieved, his face was covered with hair and tears, and he hiccupped miserably.

Jiang Yan looked at him for a while, and was so worn out that he lost his temper.

This is a little ancestor was invited to take care of it.

He rubbed his wrist, hugged him on his lap, and the little wronged bag straddled his lap facing each other.

Jiang Yan slowly gathered his long hair, wiped away Yu Xiaoque's tears with his fingertips, and said softly, "Why are you so wronged?"

Yu Xiaoque's wet eyelashes hang down in clusters, his eyes are flushed, his small body is light and soft, like holding a pool of spring water, full of spring love everywhere.

He is also not tempered, and if he changes to another lover, he will inevitably have to coax him for a while.

Little Canary slowly buried her head in his arms, groping around with her little hands.

Jiang Yan understood, and passed her finger over.

"Sir... hiccup... sir, not today..." Yu Xiaoque grasped his murmuring fingers as if she had settled down, complaining softly, sobbing tears, squeezed in the Eye sockets, "No...give me pants..."

"I used to wear... hiccups..."

The softness didn't seem like accusation, but more like coquettishness.

What he said was a mess, but Jiang Yan suddenly understood what he was up to these days.

"Today, it's just...just me..." Yu Xiaoque became more and more wronged as she spoke, tears soaked Jiang Yan's clothes, "I'm alone..."

Every time Yu Xiaoque got off the examination chair, Jiang Yan would gently put on the pants for him, then hug him and coax him.

He didn't ask his husband why he abandoned him, but just talked about his grievance softly with tears.

Why don't you give me a hug?

"Sir... good or bad..." He said people are good or bad, but he was holding his fingers and refused to let go.

In fact, he himself can't tell what is sad and wronged. The husband has something important to do, so he has to wait for him obediently.

But when he was alone with his pants on, he couldn't help crying.

"Mister is bad." Jiang Yan followed his back, afraid that people would cry out, and coaxed, "Little bird is not angry anymore, be good."

Two sentences without sincerity at all, so perfunctory that even a child may not be able to fool them.

The ignorant little Canary was crying and hiccupping, even her snow-white neck was wet, she opened her peach-blossom eyes, and said softly, "I'm not angry anymore."

Where can there be such a good person.

It was clear that he had suffered a lot of grievances, but Jiang Yan coaxed him into submission with a few words, and his anger was gone.

But in Jiang Yan's eyes, it was his bargaining chip to intensify his abuse of people.

In short, Little Canary doesn't hold grudges and is easy to coax, isn't it?

Yu Xiaoque sniffed, grabbed Jiang Yan's neck, obediently stuffed herself into his arms, and slowly calmed down.

"What do you want for lunch?" Jiang Yan rested her chin on Yu Xiaoque's head, kneading his fingers.

It's like an old couple who have been in love for many years. After a quarrel, they cuddle together and discuss what to eat next.

Unfortunately, neither of them realized it.

The soft bun in his arms sniffed, and secretly wiped his tears on Mr. Jiang's clothes.

"Want to eat McDonald's..."

Jiang Yan followed him in a rare way, and said softly, "Okay."

Little Canary rolled her eyeballs and moved her buttocks, "There is also KFC..."

Jiang Yan almost laughed angrily at this thing of remembering whether to eat or not to hit, and slapped his ass seriously, "I have a lot of appetite."