He's super cute

Jiang Yuqing clenched his teeth and pushed the man away while he was in pain.

He is threatening him.

Jiang Yuqing wiped her lips vigorously, as if something extremely disgusting was stained on her, she raised her hand and slapped Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan turned his head, the right half of his face was burning hot, and soon began to tingle, his teeth hit the meat, he put the tip of his tongue against his cheeks as if he didn't care, took Jiang Yu's white, tender and slightly red hands, and said softly: "Does it hurt?"

"madman!"

"Get out, if you don't leave, I'll call the police." Jiang Yuqing was startled by the burning fire in his eyes, pointing at the door of the ward and yelling.

"You can make trouble however you want..." Jiang Yan slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, slowly raised his head, his eyes were dark, "But your little fiancé, I have plenty of ways to get him out of the capital."

Sure enough, Jiang Yan was Jiang Yan.

No matter how he pretended, the violence and madness in his bones were so violent and possessive that he was about to swallow him into his stomach, he couldn't hide it at all, and Jiang Yuqing easily tore off that layer of skin.

Jiang Yuqing almost thought that he had really changed.

The ridiculous person has always been him, being coaxed by a man again and again.

There was sarcasm in the corners of Jiang Yuqing's eyes and eyebrows, "Is this your compensation?"

"It really opened my eyes."

"For you, I will do anything." Jiang Yan gently stroked the corners of Jiang Yuqing's eyes, and said slowly, "Even if it is at the price of Jiang."

"So, be obedient."

Jiang Yan smiled softly, "Don't force me."

Jiang Yuqing slowly raised her eyes and looked directly into his eyes, "What can you do?"

"Qin Mubai has already doubted Wen Xi's identity." Jiang Yan curled his lips, speaking slowly and clearly, "If I do something at this time, guess if he will find something interesting."

He was the one who clearly threatened, and he was the one who used unscrupulous methods, but his eyes were so fragile that he seemed to be abandoned.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Yuqing's heart was cold, and he looked at him indifferently, "You're threatening me again."

It was the kind of silence like everything was burned to ashes, the dead ashes that could not be revived by the spring breeze, quickly paralyzed his heart.

What is he thinking?

Isn't this his usual method?

Wrapped under the warm and elegant skin is a dark heart.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes to hide the injuries in his eyes, "I just want to take care of you."

"Hey, when your leg recovers, I'll send you back."

See it.

Jiang Yuqing didn't even bother to make an expression, and stared at him coldly.

This is Jiang Yan, the real Jiang Yan, the man he has been around for nearly ten years.

A man who is downright despicable in his bones, any guilt compensation is just a bait to deceive him.

"I'm really glad that I don't like you anymore." Jiang Yuqing leaned on crutches to prop up his body, lowered his voice, and was not emotional, as if he didn't even bother to give him hatred, "People like you deserve no one."

Jiang Yan curled his fingers, his face turned pale for a moment, he raised his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "But I love you."

...... "I'll go back and pack my things..." Jiang Yuqing didn't even bother to turn her head, "I still have something to talk to Xixi."

Jiang Yan didn't move, and stood behind him holding an umbrella.

"me and you together."

"What?" Jiang Yuqing's eyes glowed coldly, "Afraid that I would run away?"

"Can I run out of Mr. Jiang's palm?"

"It's inconvenient for you..." Jiang Yan didn't want to argue with him, so he took a step back, "I'll wait for you outside the door."

"I don't want to see your face, it will affect my appetite for eating." Jiang Yuqing became more mean.

Half of Jiang Yan's body was drenched and heavy, but it was far inferior to the sadness that was so heavy on the apex of his heart that he was about to suffocate.

He stared blankly at the splash of raindrops falling on the ground, and he didn't recover for a long time.

...... "Mi woo me woo—" The little white cat nimbly and nimbly jumped into Jiang Yan's arms, coquettishly and affectionately, without any listless look.

While yelling, he poked his head behind Jiang Yan to look.

Jiang Yan stood at the door, he didn't turn on the light, and there was no trace of life in the room.

The decoration basically restored the small villa.

The cartoon pillows on the floor were thrown in a mess, there was a big snack basket in front of the TV, and comic books were scattered all over the floor.

The curtains were half drawn, covering the room completely.

It was as if looking back, the little canary was lying on the pillow, dangling its two thin legs, watching anime with big misty eyes blinking, and shards of potato chips were all over the floor.

Seeing him coming back, she opened her eyes wide in surprise, and crashed into his arms like a small cannonball.

Sniffing and rubbing against him like a puppy.

"Sir, I'm a good boy today." Little Canary's eyes sparkled, as if implying something.

"I didn't eat candy secretly, I checked it for my husband." Obediently stood on tiptoe, pecked and licked Jiang Yan's thin lips, which were soft, softer than cotton candy, with the smell of vanilla ice cream.

Before going to bed, I would hug his legs and stretch the tune, begging for a hug.

She is coquettish and coquettish.

Those eyes looked at him occasionally when they were deeply in love, and they couldn't hide their love and prayer, as if they were saying, sir, please love me, can you love me?

As long as he hugged this person, it was as if he had a home, and his increasingly hard heart, which was soaked in scheming and intrigue during the day, softened gently into one piece.

Everyone thought it was Yu Xiaoque, the homeless little fellow, who couldn't do without him, but in fact, it was Jiang Yan who couldn't do without Yu Xiaoque.

With his cold father and his mother's early death, Jiang Yan received too little love.

He doesn't know how to love someone.

I just want to hide him in the palm of my hand and hold him firmly.

So he tried his best to pick off the little rose that he had guarded since he was a boy.

Watching him wither a little bit, but still unwilling to let go, that is all his hope for living.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and rubbed the position of his wrist, his little rose withered before the dawn of the winter night, and left him in that winter night.

Now he is back.

But his little Rose didn't want him anymore.

There was a knock on the door, almost like a heavy knock with something.

The little white cat was so startled that it lay down and frowned.

"Don't be afraid..." Jiang Yan picked up the little white cat and said softly, "He's back."

Jiang Yuqing's face was gloomy, and she was carrying a small backpack with a pillow in it.

Seeing the door slowly open, he didn't intend to take back his crutches.

Gritting his teeth, he wanted to give the man who opened the door a stick.

As soon as the door was opened, Jiang Yuqing's expression changed immediately, but it was not the face that was hated by people and ghosts. A pair of beautiful blue cat eyes looked at him innocently.

"Maomao..." He shook his walking stick excitedly, he was so sweet, "Let Dad give you a hug."

"You come in first." Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to help him, but Jiang Yuqing avoided him.

"Stay away from me." His face became as cold as ice again.

But he was not very sensitive in his hands and feet by nature, and he couldn't sit down even though he twisted and twisted on crutches.

Jiang Yan didn't talk to him too much, picked him up and put him on the small bench at the door, he was half kneeling on the ground, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his slanted eyebrows seemed a lot gentler .

He held up Jiang Yuqing's feet, and slowly put on soft slippers for him.

Look serious and focused.

The slippers looked old, but they were well preserved.

Jiang Yuqing moved her toes, feeling warm.

"The size of the feet has not changed." Jiang Yan sighed in a low voice.

"Your room is still in the same place."

Jiang Yuqing sized up the house, and quickly looked away without looking any further.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Yan stared at him without blinking, "Watch TV first, I'll cook."

I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye this person will disappear again.

Jiang Yuqing hugged the cat sticker and did not let go, "I want to take a bath."

"Ah, good." Jiang Yan followed him in everything, and quickly untied his apron, "I'll go and drain the water."

He is completely different from the calm and rational Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Yuqing grabbed the cat's fur and didn't speak, sitting alone on the sofa in a small group, looking at the glued painting for a long time, until his eyes were sore and a little wet.

"Shall I change your clothes?" Jiang Yan stood in the bathroom, rolled up his sleeves, and asked cautiously.

"Mr. Jiang, my arm is not broken." Jiang Yuqing sat on the small bench, "Can I ask you to go out?"

Jiang Yan didn't speak again.

Just stand there and don't go away.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, and the steam was so dense that the bathroom was hot.

Jiang Yuqing rolled in the mud pit several times. Although he changed into clean clothes, he hadn't washed them thoroughly after all.

He glared at the man fiercely, and began to undress angrily.

The porcelain-white skin exuded a delicacy of water, as if a sweet breath rushed out when poked.

The eyes of Jiang Yan behind him changed slightly, his Adam's apple moved, his gaze slowly moved to the round place, and the gleam in the bottom of his eyes surged.

It was not easy to take off the trousers. His trouser legs were pulled up and put in a plaster cast.

If you want to take it off, you can only cut the pants on the right leg along the edge.

Jiang Yuqing was clumsy, cut the trouser legs from bottom to top, and was steamed in the water vapor, tender and raw like a freshly shelled lychee, dazzlingly white.

Jiang Yan changed his posture unnaturally, turned his head sideways, and closed his eyes with difficulty.

The little beauty grabbed the bathtub and tried to climb in, but she couldn't find a suitable position.

Little blushed with anxiety, jumping up and down on one foot.

Jiang Yan heard the splashing and splashing of the water, accompanied by Jiang Yuqing's scream.

He hurriedly opened his eyes, and his small snow-white body lay sprawled on the ground.

Jiang Yan touched his nose, and a burst of hot air rushed to his forehead.

powdery...

"I'll carry you in." Jiang Yan didn't wait for his answer.

Jiang Yuqing's ears and neck were blushing, she buried her face in her arms and kept silent, the tip of her nose was like a man's pine wood after rain.

Slowly being placed in the water, the warm water at a suitable temperature dissipated his fatigue, and he let out a small moan in comfort.

Realizing that the man hadn't left him, Jiang Yuqing gave a random push with her small hand, "Go out."

The touch of the hand didn't seem quite right, something was slowly changing. Jiang Yuqing pressed his hand on it in a daze, and turned his head slowly.

"yue—" he propped himself on the wall of the bathtub and vomited.