He's super cute

A soft and cool night wind blows from the car window, and the stars do not know where to hide. The curtain of the night is like a devil, showing a hideous face.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Yan lowered his head and gently blew on Yu Xiaoque's red and swollen hands, slowly applying the medicine.

Yu Xiaoque sat in his arms stupidly, staring miserably out of the window, like a puppet, with tears in her eye sockets, but they never fell.

Jiang Yan frowned lightly, as if she was very distressed, and said softly to herself, "Why do you have to have trouble with Bai Fan?"

"This time I suffered."

"..." Yu Xiaoque's lips moved, as if thinking of something, regardless of the pain, she firmly grabbed Jiang Yan's hand with her swollen hands, "He admitted, he admitted that he pushed me down on purpose, sir, he Admit it!"

"He did it on purpose! He killed my baby on purpose!"

Eyes filled with tears of eager anticipation.

What is he looking forward to?

Is it fair?

Jiang Yan looked at him indifferently, tapped the armrest rhythmically with his index finger, and thoughtfully looked at the red rope on his wrist.

Yu Xiaoque just repeated in a hoarse voice over and over until his voice became lower and lower, and his hand holding Jiang Yan became looser and looser.

"He killed our child..." Yu Xiaoque didn't have any thoughts at the moment, her mind was empty, and she murmured in a low voice.

There are no tears in his eyes, only a deep sorrow and despair, but you feel that he seems to have shed every tear, and now every pore is crying silently.

Jiang Yan held his little paw considerately, and didn't care about the ointment all over his body, and said in a warm voice, "The medicine is for nothing."

He lowered his brows and eyes patiently and tried it again.

"Sir..." Yu Xiaoque's face was surprisingly pale, her finger marks were swollen, her lips were bloodless, she stared straight at the hair on the top of the man's head, "Why?"

It seems that he has been asking why since he met a man?

Perhaps there were too many times of despair and powerlessness, and he couldn't figure out how many grievances he had, and finally wrapped around his lips, only one sentence remained.

why?

"I didn't hear it." Jiang Yan bandaged Yu Xiaoque's little hand, pinched his thin wrist, and rubbed his fingertips repeatedly on the red string, his voice was like a faint breeze, without waves.

"But he said it..." Yu Xiaoque moved her buttocks, getting closer to Jiang Yan, and said anxiously, "I heard it, I didn't lie, I didn't..."

"But I really didn't hear it." Jiang Yan's eyelashes drooped, and the long and dense eyelashes cast a layer of gray-blue on the eyelids. "Is it possible that the little bird is hallucinating?"

"I, I heard it right..." Yu Xiaoque felt that there was a sharp and ruthless knife on her heart, cutting and scratching one by one, and the blood was dripping, "Why doesn't Mr. just believe me..."

He didn't even have the energy to speak out loud, feeling exhausted.

"Then what do you want?" Jiang Yan closed the car window and carefully looked at Yu Xiaoque's face, "What can you do?"

The man was still calm and rational, as if Yu Xiaoque was just a wife who lost her child and was overly sad and had a fantasy.

"I, I, I think..." Yu Xiaoque was stunned for a moment, he looked at the man fixedly, his moist eyes trembling slightly.

"The child is gone." Jiang Yan's voice was lukewarm, and his eyes were so deep that no emotion could be seen, "What's the point of you entangled with this?"

"Look at you, what you look like now."

"Why are you ignorant at all?"

The man's complexion is cold and pale, his profile is cold and hard, and his expression is indifferent.

But the more Yu Xiaoque looked at it, the more he felt that even his face became hideous.

He felt extremely cold, as if he didn't know Jiang Yan, and looked at him with misty eyes again.

The man's embrace was warm and generous, but for the first time, he felt a desire to escape.

Yu Xiaoque closed her eyes tightly, pushed Jiang Yan's hand away, and turned her head away. He sniffed and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he seemed to regain his senses, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of gray tulle, with a sad tone, and said softly: "What do you think of me, sir?" ?”

"Certainly not a person."

"Is it a dog?"

He thought of the booing and humiliation of the crowd today and the indifference of the men.

Yu Xiaoque lowered her eyelids, scratched her nails vigorously, and said sharply one after another, "So you don't care about my child, right?"

"But my husband and I are together every day, so what is my husband?"

He has always been fond of laughing and being coquettish, at most he is furious, and at worst he is just a jerk.

Jiang Yanhe had never heard such mean and ugly words spit out from this soft mouth.

He squeezed the tip of Yu Xiaoque's chin, and his cold voice was filled with sullenness, "It's only been a while since I let you out, it's really wild."

"Who did you learn nonsense from?"

Jiang Yan's palms tightened suddenly, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I'll let me hear it again in the future, don't want this little mouth."

After all, Yu Xiaoque was afraid of him, hiccupped out of fright, and slurred Jiang Yan's hand, "Wo, Wo hates you, let's go..."

Jiang Yan glanced at it, and saw the obtrusive red string on the greasy white wrist, and pulled it down without saying a word.

Yu Xiaoque's skin is tender, so it's natural to wear a circle of bloodstains with such a hard pull.

"That's mine!" Yu Xiaoque didn't let him touch it, protecting the red rope.

"You are all mine." Jiang Yan sneered.

"My friend bought it for me, you are not allowed to touch it!"

"Friend?" Jiang Yan grabbed his wrist and sneered, "Does your friend know who you are?"

"Do they know how good your kung fu is?"

"Do they know that you wag your tail at me like a dog all day?"

Yu Xiaoque's heart was trembling with cold, the man's words were like thorns stirring his heart, he could only falter, without confidence, "I'm not a dog..."

"Yo." Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled softly, "Didn't you just say that you are a dog?"

"Why does it change all the time?"

Jiang Yan looked at him with lowered eyes, slowly opened the car window, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Why do you think they are friends with you?"

He held the corner of Yu Xiaoque's clothes, "You eat my clothes and wear mine, and I will raise you up as a young master, so that you will be dignified and dignified in front of outsiders."

"Don't give your face shame."

Yu Xiaoque was so overwhelmed by his words that she couldn't recover, her whole body went numb and stiff, and she froze for a while.

"You have friends too?" Jiang Yan tore off his red rope and threw it out of the window.

Yu Xiaoque came back to her senses all of a sudden, frantically clawing at the car window, leaning half of her body out to catch the red rope, "Get out of the car, I want to get out of the car!"

Jiang Yan didn't notice for a while, and almost made Yu Xiaoque go through the car window.

Frightened, he brought the man back with his hands raised high.

Yu Xiaoque closed her eyes reflexively, and groped for the handle against the car door.

Jiang Yan looked at his tear-stained and bruised little face, curled up his fingers, and sighed, "Are you dying?"

"I want my bracelet." Yu Xiaoque knocked on the car door, trying her best to get out of the car.

"I'll buy you a new one..."

Yu Xiaoque ignored him and begged the driver, "Let me get out of the car, please..."

The driver peeked at Jiang Yan's expression from the rearview mirror, with a perplexed expression on his face.

"Let him get out of the car." Jiang Yan closed his eyes and frowned.

After Yu Xiaoque was put down in the car, she watched the car drive away in front of her eyes.

Jiang Yan simply left him on the outskirts of Huicheng, which was deserted and without even a little light.

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his vision became more and more blurred, and he walked slowly along the path with great effort.

Yu Xiaoque struggled to even see the road, let alone find such a thin red rope.

It was windy at night, he was wearing thin clothes, and his arms and legs were trembling.

Not to mention the mobile phone on the body, there is no penny.

But he is timid, and a little trouble can scare him to death.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the depths of the woods.

After Jiang Yan smoked a few cigarettes, he was fascinated by the birds jumping up and down the tree.

"Sir, it's not very safe there at night..." The driver hesitated, "Mr. Xiao must be frightened by himself."

"He's quite courageous." Jiang Yan said neither coldly nor indifferently.

The driver dared not say any more.

Three seconds later, Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Look for someone who sells red rope."

"A broken red rope, you made trouble with me like this."

"I'm used to him."

Yu Xiaoque was leaning against the trash can, her face was white and black, wrapped in a fertilizer sack, she was sleeping soundly.

The fleshy lips were pouting slightly childishly, and they were also snoring cheerfully, with a naive air.

Jiang Yan just stood there, looking at him without blinking.

Can't help but think of that New Year's Eve three years ago.

Probably as the New Year was approaching, the driver talked more because of the atmosphere.

"It's that little beggar again." The driver honked the horn and sighed, "I saw him so pitifully cold yesterday, I bought him a cup of hot milk tea, and I'm still holding on to it."

Secretary Wang adjusted his glasses and asked casually, "Are there still beggars in this day and age?"

"Hey, isn't it? The little beggar is ignorant, and he doesn't know what to ask. It seems that there is something wrong with his brain and he can't remember things." The driver pointed to his head and said regretfully.

Jiang Yan leaned against the back of the chair, stretched out her long legs, and closed her eyes to rest.

"He seems to recognize me." The driver smiled innocently, "He still greeted me."

Jiang Yan became a little interested, and looked out the window absent-mindedly. The little beggar was wrapped in a large woven bag, waving his little hands and waving towards this side. The wind is blowing, funny and cute.

After getting a little closer, he saw the face clearly, his hands on the armrest trembled, his eyes moved slightly, there was some kind of unbelievable expression in his eyes, and then he was forcibly suppressed completely, his face There is still no disturbance.

He slowly lowered the window of the car, it was very cold, and a burst of cold air hit him, he looked at the little beggar who was freezing miserably outside the window, tapped his fingertips on the handrail, thoughtfully.

He collected himself and got out of the car pretending to be calm, but unconsciously adjusted his tie when he passed by the window.

Jiang Yan showed the most gentle smile in his life, and carefully put on a layer of deceptive skin. He leaned down slightly, and said warmly to the little beauty shivering in the trash can: "My house is very warm, if If you don't mind, you can go to my house to rest."