He's super cute

tick tock...

The air froze instantly, and it was so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

"Why are you crazy?" Jiang Yuqing's eyes were completely red, he couldn't believe it, "Crazy... you crazy..."

The room was very bright, but Jiang Yuqing still couldn't see his expression clearly, his eyes seemed to be as calm as ever, but there was an undercurrent tumbling.

"Isn't it fair?" Jiang Yan spoke slowly, as if he didn't care about the wound, "I'll give it back to you, and now my tendon is broken, don't you want to see it?"

He even frowned slightly distressed, "If one hand is not enough, you can have two."

"As long as you don't get angry, it's fine."

"Are you so interesting?" Jiang Yuqing didn't expect him to be so crazy, his chest heaved violently, and his round eyes were filled with tears, "You really should see a doctor to see your brain."

How could he provoke such a terrible person.

Jiang Yuqing's heart was full of horror, Jiang Yan could strike decisively against himself, let alone him.

He clearly realized what would happen if he was pushed into a corner.

Get out of the country quickly!

The string in Jiang Yuqing's mind tensed instantly.

"It's a pity that I can't cook for you anymore." Jiang Yan lowered his head regretfully, looking at the half-cut potatoes on the cutting board, "I learned it on purpose."

He sighed, and took a small inhalation repressedly, his lips turned pale.

"Why do you torture me like this? Is your dying look interesting to you?" Jiang Yuqing's lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

"I didn't, I just wanted to make you feel better..." Jiang Yan's face was paler than paper, and his voice was hoarse.

Who did Jiang Yan think of him?

"Get out!" Jiang Yuqing lowered his head, his voice became sharp, "Get out, I don't want to see you!"

He clenched his fist tightly, feeling his fist trembling slightly.

"Are you unhappy?" Jiang Yan turned his body slightly, and the blood flowed more fiercely, "Or do you feel distressed?"

His pupils were so black that it was piercing, and his every move was very stiff, as if he was stretched to some critical point.

Jiang Yuqing's eyes were so painful from the burning of the bright red blood, tears just flowed down, "Get out!"

"You, don't be angry..." Jiang Yan panicked when he saw him crying, and took two steps forward, "I'll go."

"I'm going to buy you marshmallows. Xiaoque likes marshmallows the most."

"Don't touch the shards of glass, wait until I come back to clean up."

He left muttering like this, blood dripping all the way, stretching crookedly to the door.

The red is extremely dazzling.

Jiang Yan put on a coat, didn't even take care of the wound, and just went out in a daze.

Jiang Yuqing stood on the sofa, I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually darkened, and his feet were a little numb.

He walked slowly to the kitchen, squatted on the ground, and because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he simply sat down on his buttocks.

He stared blankly at the pool of dried blood.

After a long time, Jiang Yuqing picked up a rag and cleaned it up bit by bit, but his eyes became more and more blurred, a few drops of warm water fell in the blink of an eye, and the water stains on the ground accumulated more and more, and he couldn't wipe it off.

......Blood dripped down his fingertips and spread to his feet. His dark cufflinks were already stained wet, but he didn't seem to notice it, standing in front of the counter of the cake shop with a smile on his face.

"Sir..." The little girl behind him hesitated, but couldn't help reminding, "Your wound may need to be treated."

"It was bleeding all the time."

"It's okay." On Jiang Yan's forehead was fine cold sweat, he smiled gently, "I want to buy a cake for my lover first, I made him angry."

"But, if you don't go to the hospital again..." The little girl noticed his pale face and paused, "You can buy the cake later."

Everyone around was looking this way. The man looked handsome and gentle, but he seemed to be out of his mind.

No matter what happened, I still want to buy a cake.

Jiang Yan smiled lightly and stopped talking.

He was carrying the cake, as if he couldn't see the surprised eyes of passers-by.

...... Secretary Wang's hand holding the phone was sweating, he paced back and forth in the office, "answer the phone, answer the phone..."

However, it was unable to connect.

He was so restless that he rumpled his hair.

Where did Mr. Jiang go?

He couldn't contact anyone for three days, and all the directors were inquiring openly and secretly, but he blocked them all.

But his ability to last three days is already the limit.

Panic had already begun down there.

Jiang Yan is very organized, everything will be arranged in an orderly manner, and he will never leave a company and go missing by himself.

shouldn't...

The more Secretary Wang thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he grabbed the car keys and went straight to Jiang Yan's newly moved residence.

He knocked on the door rhythmically first, but he was already planning to forcefully break the door.

Unexpectedly, the door opened.

The young man's eyebrows are bright, as if he doesn't smile very much, like the clearest snow on the top of the cedar, a mixture of coldness and beauty.

Secretary Wang has made many plans.

For example, the one who opened the door was a robber or a killer...

Even when Qin Mubai walked out of it, he could handle it perfectly.

It's nothing, he has read a lot of novels about rivals falling in love and killing each other in the end, he is a professional secretary.

"Small, sir?" Secretary Wang stammered a little, and stepped back to check the sky.

The sun is rising.

Yu Xiaoque was frozen into a small popsicle by his own eyes, and he couldn't die anymore.

But this...is it haunted?

"En." Jiang Yuqing nodded coldly, "Long time no see, Secretary Wang."

"Okay, long time no see." Secretary Wang felt a little magical, shook his head, suppressed the shock in his heart, and forced a trace of clarity, "Mr. Jiang hasn't come to work for three days, and I can't contact him. I want to see look."

"A lot of things in the company are waiting for him to deal with, but there is no one here..."

"He didn't go to the company?" Jiang Yuqing frowned and stepped aside. "You come in first."

"Did he not come home?"

"I've looked for the other places where I often go..." Secretary Wang shook his head, "I didn't find him."

"Is it really missing?" Jiang Yuqing recalled Jiang Yan's expression when he left, and caught something in a blink of an eye, "Jiang Yan, does he have some mental problems?"

That calm to the point of madness...

"Mr. Jiang's personal privacy has always been kept secret." Secretary Wang didn't know, he sighed, "I guess Dr. Qi will know something?"

"I haven't seen him these days." Jiang Yuqing rubbed his forehead, 'but he was injured when he left. '"Injuried?"

"He broke his tendon." Jiang Yuqing's voice was cold, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

"Did you break your tendon?" Secretary Wang almost jumped up from the sofa, "When?"

"Three days ago."

"It's broken now, it's been three days." Secretary Wang said to himself.

He immediately called Qi Caichuan.

Jiang Yuqing drooped her eyelashes and scratched her nails, not knowing what to think.He looked distant, as if he didn't care.

He stood up slowly on crutches, "I'll get you a glass of ice water."

"Jiang Yan?" Qi Caichuan was a little noisy, "I didn't see him."

Jiang Yuqing's ears moved slightly.

"He's missing?" Qi Caichuan fell silent, and he was silent for a while, "Well, you take someone to look for him first, I might know where he went, but just in case, let's divide into two groups."

"Take some medicine kit."

"Okay." Secretary Wang realized the seriousness of the matter and stood up quickly.

"Don't you want to drink water?" Jiang Yuqing handed the water glass to Secretary Wang. There was no emotion in his big eyes, but he picked the water glass slightly with his hand.

"Thank you." Secretary Wang took the water glass and filled it in one gulp. "It's not too late, I have to leave immediately."

But Jiang Yuqing didn't speak, just stared at him.

Don't get out of the way either.

"Don't worry." Secretary Wang said inexplicably, "Mr. Jiang is not a random person."

"It'll be all right."

Jiang Yuqing nodded, then moved to the side.

........The alley is narrow and narrow, and the sunlight is too stingy to penetrate.

"You are here." Qi Caichuan heaved a sigh of relief, and knocked on the trash can, "How much did you drink again?"

The man next to the trash can was holding a piece of cake in his arms, his shirt was hanging loosely on his body, one piece on the left and right was covered with dust.

Unshaven, muttering something to the cake.

"It stinks." Qi Caichuan wanted to drag him up from the ground, but when he got close, he was staggered by the smell of alcohol, "What's the matter with you? Isn't it much better?"

"How did it become such a virtue again?"

He and Jiang Yan grew up together, and this man seemed to be born to hit others.

He is always calm and calm, never chaotic.

He thought that Jiang Yan would live his whole life in such a smooth sailing.

But he met Jiang Yuqing.

It was only then that Qi Caichuan understood that no one can stay in love without getting hurt.

Even if he is as conceited as Jiang Yan.

"Is Xiaoque here?" Jiang Yan gently raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch something.

Qi Caichuan noticed something, grabbed his arm, rolled up his sleeves, and said coldly, "Are you dying?"

The weather was sweltering, and the wound on his right wrist had not been treated in time, and it had suppurated, and the area was getting bigger and bigger.

Jiang Yan's face was a little red, and his forehead was hot.

"So..." He lowered his eyes, and a tear fell down unexpectedly, "It really hurts so much."

He really realized how much harm he had done to Yu Xiaoque.

How did such a timid little thing stay in the beggar's den for three whole days.

Jiang Yan covered his face, couldn't help but let go of his throat and cried out loudly, "I'm sorry for him, he is so afraid of pain, he is obviously so afraid of pain..."

But he left him alone in the hands of the robbers and suffered torture that would have been worse than death.

"But now I know..."

"It's late, everything is late..."

He finally understood that he had completely lost his little canary.

That love once bloomed, the little canary hummed a little tune and took good care of it, and a sparrow raised it until it was ready to bloom.

But he was uprooted again.