safe in distress

Qiao An didn't expect Li Shuyang to say such a thing. Li Shuyang's appearance could be regarded as a surprise to him, so why bother him.

Joan was a little restless, he quickly shook his hands, a little anxious: "No, no, I don't feel disturbed."

Li Shuyang didn't speak, but just kept looking at him, Qiao An wiped his trouser legs, trying to restrain his unbearable anxiety.

He found that he left the working environment and got along with Mr. Li alone. Now he can't even speak. He can't even talk to Li Shuyang normally.

Joan couldn't find a topic, so he said hesitantly: "Did you eat on the way here? Are you hungry now? I just bought instant noodles. Let me make some for you...I..."

Qiao An lowered his head, but he couldn't find the instant noodles he just held in his hand. He ran around the room, and it took him a long time to remember that he was accidentally thrown into the corridor when he was in a daze before, and he didn't care about it. pick up.

Qiao An hurriedly opened the door and rushed out, only to find that his instant noodle bucket had been kicked into a corner by someone, and it was crushed in a strange shape.

Qiao An felt distressed all of a sudden, and he hurried to pick it up, thinking that although the shell was crushed, the contents inside were still good, what a pity to throw it away.

Li Shuyang watched in disbelief as Qiao An went to pick up a bucket of worthless broken instant noodles.

He subconsciously bent down along with him, wanting to help pick it up, but he accidentally touched Joan's fingertips.

The once delicate and slender fingers of the little prince are now like rough bark.

Like young petals being sun-dried into dead branches.

"What's the matter with your hand?" Li Shuyang took Qiao An's hand and held it in the palm of his hand. He didn't let go, which made Qiao An struggle all the time.

It's a pity that Qiao An's efforts are of no avail, Li Shuyang's strength is much stronger than him, he can't get rid of it and can only be pulled.

Joan smiled dryly.

"As you get older, your skin won't be as good as it was when you were young. You see, if the flowers bloom too much, they will also wither, right?"

Mr. Li naturally does not believe in his evil.

He still held Joan's hand tenaciously, even opened the other's tightly clasped palm, and looked carefully at the headlight in the room.

Qiao An's hands now have many old scars, some are cuts from kitchen knives, some are wounds from oil scalding, and there are suture marks from the broken hand bones when he was doing express delivery.

Qiao An couldn't escape Li Shuyang's gaze, so he had no choice but to turn his head over like an ostrich.

He didn't want Mr. Li to know how miserable he had been these years.

Although he is used to living on his knees for the sake of life, the only thing he doesn't want is to expose his scarred body in front of Li Shuyang, making him look stupid and embarrassed

Joan blushed, closed his eyes tightly, and his voice began to tremble. He said, "I beg you to let go, can you?"

Li Shuyang began to not understand how Qiao An lived these years.

The little prince who abandoned him didn't seem to want to act recklessly in the gorgeous castle as he thought.

Joan has changed a lot.

Whether it is food, clothing, housing, transportation or speech and behavior, there is no shadow of the past.

"Xiao An..." Li Shuyang wanted to say something, but his throat hurt. He let go of Qiao An's hand, "What have you been doing all these years..."

"I'm going to instant noodles, general manager!" Qiao An didn't wait for him to finish, and turned around and slipped away, "Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"

Li Shuyang didn't chase after him. He lost his composure just now. As a failed ex, he couldn't ask Qiao An to tell him anything.

He touched and pulled the fingertips of the other party, and the touch between them still remained in his heart.

In the past, Qiao An would go to him to complain even if the skin was scratched a little bit, but Xiao An has suffered a lot of injuries and suffered a lot these years, and she is unwilling to tell him.

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The room was soon filled with the smell of hot instant noodles.

"Does the general manager eat?"

Joan carefully held the bowl and put it on the table. He calmed down for a while, and now he didn't see anything serious.

It's just that this bowl of instant noodles has been slammed before, and the noodles inside are all broken, turning into broken joints floating on the soup surface, which doesn't look very appetizing.

Li Shuyang didn't speak, so Qiao An could only rub his palms in embarrassment talking to himself.

"It's nothing fancy, but the taste is still the same. If the general manager doesn't eat it, I'll start it."

Qiao An looked beaming, but Li Shuyang felt numb from the pain as he watched Qiao An pick up the broken noodles in the bowl and eat them bit by bit.

He thought that after the separation, it meant that this person was no longer in his heart.

For so many years, he can still see, find, or contact, Qiao An should have lost weight in his heart long ago.

But if he really met, the feelings he had suppressed for so long would be like an avalanche, overwhelming him.

"wearing jacket."

Joan held the instant noodle box and looked up at him stupidly.

"what?"

"Take you to dinner!"

Mr. Li is vicious and hates himself for not letting him go.