He's super cute

Jiang Yan's originally gentle expression gradually became a little obscure, making it difficult to see clearly.

He froze for a rare moment.

His little canary threw up just touching him.

When he thought of this, he seemed to be submerged in the deep sea, and he was struggling to breathe, and the pain in his heart was intense, sweeping through every part of his body.

Jiang Yan's heat that rushed to his lower abdomen was extinguished by life and death.

Embarrassed.

This was the first time in his life that he experienced such a feeling of embarrassment.

After a while, he came back from a trance.

"Disgusting..." Jiang Yuqing retched twice, and rubbed his hands desperately, "You are disgusting...you...go to another place for heat..."

As long as he thinks of the touch just now, he can't wait to rub that piece of belt down with the meat.

"Sorry, I..." Jiang Yan opened his mouth mechanically, not knowing what he said, "I'll go clean."

"It won't happen in the future, I... It's my fault."

After speaking, he turned around stiffly and took the mop.

Jiang Yuqing didn't expect Jiang Yanzhen to half-kneel on the tiles in the bathroom to clean up his vomit.

The hands on his lap were slowly clenched, even a little numb.

It turns out that Mr. Jiang, who is high above him, will also bow his head.

He just felt some vague sadness, with a bitterness rolling in his throat.

Why did he torture him like that two years ago? But if he shows one-tenth of his patience now, neither of them will get to that point.

He is so easy to satisfy, if you give me a little sweet, you will foolishly follow him for three years.

Now who is showing this pose?

When he wanted to let him go, Jiang Yan just didn't let him go.

He suddenly had a sore nose, why did he think everything could be saved?

Jiang Yuqing gritted his teeth to suppress his emotions and was about to explode. His thin eyelids and eyelashes were wet from the drops of water, "Jiang Yan, we really can't go back, you don't need to put on a show here."

"Call me after you finish washing, you are alone..." Jiang Yan moved his stiff fingers and changed the subject dryly, "It's not convenient."

"I used to like children very much, and I also liked the feeling of being in bed with you." Jiang Yuqing paused, and lowered his head to laugh at himself, "It really hurts, you always only care about yourself, I feel so hurt every time..."

"But I am willing. When you hold me after the end, you will give me a little tenderness without hesitation. I am cheap. Just for that little tenderness, I will try my best to learn to please you."

"Little sparrow..." Jiang Yan even wanted to rush out the door, every word was like a dagger piercing his flesh and blood.

"Yes, you always called me that at that time." Jiang Yuqing looked up and seemed to be recalling, "As if you loved me so much."

"I love you, I really love you so much, I even want to give you my heart." He shook his head and smiled, his voice softer, "But what have I got?"

"My two children are gone, I..." Jiang Yuqing raised his right hand and moved his fingers in the air, with a little confusion in his eyes, "This hand is healthy, but it can't hold a paintbrush anymore, you know why?"

"It's strange, it's Yu Xiaoque who is clearly disabled."

"It's all my fault, I'm an asshole, no matter how much you want me to make it up to you, I'll..." The wetness in Jiang Yan's eyes became more and more serious, and he was almost out of breath.

"Compensation?" Jiang Yuqing seemed to be enduring something, and unconsciously scratched his arm, "How do you compensate?"

"Will my two children come back? Can the insults I received be treated as if they didn't happen?"

He reached out to touch his face and felt the wetness of his hand, "What qualifications do you have to say compensation."

"I'm sorry, don't cry...it's all my fault, don't cry..." Jiang Yan panicked, wanted to hug him but didn't dare, "I was wrong, don't cry, don't cry..."

"I can't help it, I love you, I can't..."

I can't let you go and see with my own eyes that you and someone else's man have the day and night that belong to you.

He can easily do anything well, except for the matter of loving Jiang Yuqing, making mistakes again and again until it is irreversible.

Jiang Yuqing opened his eyes, teardrops splashed unscrupulously into the water, he stared blankly at the water surface, "Let yourself go."

Let me go too.

"Please." Jiang Yan held his hand and pressed it to the side of his face, with a hoarse voice, "I can't do it... I deserve it, don't hurt yourself, it's my fault..."

Love has always been a painful thing.

In the past, it was the pain of Yu Xiaoque secretly wiping tears to watch the moon in the middle of the night, but now it is the pain of Jiang Yan kneeling on the ground and regretting it.

......Jiang Yuqing wrapped up her nightgown with great effort, jumped out of the bathroom with one foot, bent down and rubbed Mao Mao's head.

"I found you..." Jiang Yu checked the little white cat's pointed ears, "It's mine, and the custody should be in my hands."

"Father wants to fight for your custody rights!"

"Miwu, meow—" the little white cat licked his palm, revealing its furry belly.

"You also want to follow me, right?" Jiang Yuqing smiled with her eyes bent.

Jiang Yuqing moved her nose and smelled the aroma of food.

He narrowed his eyes, his stomach rumbling in due course.

He swallowed lightly and muttered softly, "I'll just take a look... Maybe it's just the smell."

Holding on to his crutches, Jiang Yuqing slowly moved to the dining table, where a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles was placed on the table.

The warm milk exudes a sweet fragrance.

"How can milk be served with tomato and egg noodles?" Jiang Yuqing pursed her mouth, picked up the chopsticks unconsciously, picked up the noodles, and snorted into her mouth.

It was so bulging that it began to chew.

But the head is buried lower and lower, almost touching the edge of the bowl.

"Liar..." A small choked voice sounded in the kitchen.

The teenage Jiang Yuqing looks obedient and cute, but no matter how you say it, she was spoiled and spoiled, and she has a lot of petty tempers.

Jiang Yan didn't give way to him everywhere.

Some bottom line issues are a good lesson.

The young master covered his red palms from the beating and hid in the quilt sobbing.

Grandpa refused to go out for dinner, and vowed never to see brother Jiang Yan again.

Until Jiang Yan fished him out of the quilt, he was not good at coaxing people.

Throwing an awkward sentence beside the bed, "The tomato and egg noodles are ready."

Jiang Yuqing was also easy to coax, the oath he swore was forgotten in an instant, and he sat at the table with red eyes.

"Brother Yan, hello." He stretched out his hand softly, "His hand hurts from the beating, and I can't hold the chopsticks."

Tomato and egg noodles became a unique way for two people to reconcile.

Jiang Yuqing limped into the bedroom without eating a few mouthfuls of egg noodles.

Over the years, people's tastes will change.

He has long disliked tomato egg noodles.

It's too late for anything, and it doesn't make sense to be late.

It was about midnight, and there was a small moon hanging brightly in the sky.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, sat there and ate up the lumpy tomato and egg noodles.

The noodles had become dry and hard, lost their original texture, and felt uncomfortable in the stomach.

He washed the dishes in silence and cleared the table slowly.

Standing outside Jiang Yuqing's door for a long time, his expression was cold.

It was only when the sky was dim that it slowly left.