Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Ying Yanyu didn't expect his hand to be so dishonest, so he patted it twice more to cover up, and said with a dry smile: "There are mosquitoes."

fart!

Wen Cheng backed away, preparing to warn the other party with a sullen face, but was interrupted by Ying Yanyu first.

"That dog was chasing mice on the roof of the building early in the morning. It ran so loudly that I haven't slept comfortably for several days. I'm so angry..."

"I haven't slept comfortably for several days," Wen Cheng repeated, "Why?"

"Yes!" Ying Yanyu slapped the bed, pressed the bandage on his chest, squatted down and took out an envelope from under the bed, handed it to Dr. Wen, and said with a smile: "Here."

Wen Cheng frowned and confiscated it.

That shape, that weight, you don't need to look to know what it is.

"Where did it come from?"

"Win the competition! No.3, 1 yuan!" Ying Yanyu said, a bit regretful, "It was originally the first, but it turned out to be cheated by someone." Almost died and came back.

The only bit of heat in Wen Cheng's eyes disappeared, and his whole body was filled with indifference. He took the envelope and took out a one-hundred-dollar bill: "Wound treatment fee, medicine money, a total of 42.8, I will give you the change later." you."

After that, he picked up the medicine box and left.

Ying Yanyu looked at him blankly: "Don't you want it?"

"Why should I?!" Wen Cheng suddenly turned up the volume, "What do you want me to do with your money?"

Ying Yanyu was dumbfounded by the question: "It's useless for me to hold it myself..."

Wen Cheng smiled: "Give it to me if it's useless? You might as well donate it."

Ying Yanyu shook his head: "This money is not easy to come by, I want to give it to you."

The veins on Wen Cheng's forehead were all bursting, and he found that he couldn't keep up with the other party's brain circuit: "Ying Yanyu, we have nothing to do with each other, do you know? You give Hu San, and you sleep with a woman who is better than you. Give it to me, it's not normal."

unusual.

Ying Yanyu felt that his skin was thick enough that the point of a knife could not pierce it, but he didn't expect to be slapped with three words so painfully, it was hot for a while.

I didn't notice that sentence for a while - the woman who slept.

His bloodless lips trembled, and the center of his brows tightened and loosened. After doing this three or four times, he nodded and said in a low voice, "Well, I understand, I'm sorry."

"..." Wen Cheng opened his mouth and took a breath, not feeling as relaxed as he imagined, but even more depressed.

What kind of evil is this?

Why does this stinking kid have to look aggrieved?

So much so that he popped out a sentence without thinking: "I will find you."

Ying Yanyu didn't react: "Huh?"

"I'll find you! As long as you're not going to participate in that shit competition!" Wen Cheng yelled at him, "Otherwise I wouldn't even dare to call the police!"

"Oh." Ying Yanyu nodded, stared at him blankly, and after two seconds, his eyes widened suddenly, "Huh?"

Wen Cheng felt like his head was going to smoke.

If the little kid is really interested in him, he doesn't know whether to care about gender or species.

They don't speak the language!

"Oh..." Fortunately, Ying Yanyu figured it out by himself, he talked about the sheets under his buttocks, and smiled embarrassedly, especially heartless.

He smashed the candy in his mouth and smirked twice.

"Fuck!" Wen Cheng cursed irritably, then the phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was Grandma Zeng.

"Chengcheng?" Grandma's voice was a little nervous.

"Grandma?" Wen Cheng immediately said seriously, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have any money on hand? Grandma wants to borrow some."

"Yes," Wen Cheng said, "what happened?"

There was silence on the phone.

After a while.

Grandma Zeng seemed to take away her hand covering the microphone, and discussed with the people around her.

Wen Cheng listened carefully.

It was the voice of a young man.

"Of course, the more the better, the more you invest, the higher the interest, it's safe to make money, grandma, don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Grandma Zeng replied in a row, smiling happily.

Wen Cheng listened, but his face was serious.

Seeing this, Ying Yanyu stretched out his hand and poked the hands-free.

"Chengcheng, how much money do you have?" Grandma Zeng asked.

Wen Cheng didn't have any savings, so he glanced at the envelope: "Ten thousand."

"Oh!" Grandma Zeng said to the people around her, "There are eighteen thousand."

"...Pfft." Ying Yanyu laughed, and while Dr. Wen glared at him, he pointed at the phone with a serious face, signaling him to listen carefully.

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow to get it." Grandma Zeng happily put away the phone, only to be stopped by Wen Cheng again.

"Grandma, didn't you go to the hot spring?" He asked.

"Yes, there is a small event here, and Grandma Wen and I are watching the show." After finishing speaking, there was only a busy tone on the phone.

Wen Cheng and Ying Yanyu looked at each other.

Some people are raising funds illegally.

In the past two years, this kind of thing has happened frequently. Small groups colluded with nursing homes or community medical examination centers to purchase the information of the elderly, especially those who do not have children around, and asked them for money with extremely high deposit interest as a bait.

Then use the money to put usury. interest. loan.

After the money doubles, it will be returned to the elderly.

If something goes wrong, just slap your ass and leave without leaving a hair.

"Grandma is quite shrewd, how could she be fooled like this?" Ying Yanyu's still childish face revealed a deep look.

Wen Cheng put away his mobile phone and frowned: "No matter how smart a person is, he is afraid of being lonely, let alone getting old." He recalled the kind male voice on the phone, shouting at each grandma like a grandson.

"What are you going to do?" Ying Yanyu asked.

"Go for a walk, I know where the hot spring is, don't rush to call the police, lest you startle the snake." Wen Cheng said as he walked, seeing the little kid following him, he stopped in a strange way, "Your old man What are you doing with me? The little tadpole is looking for his mother?"

Ying Yanyu looked at each other with a little embarrassment.

He felt that he was more like a baby duck with an imprinting effect, and wanted to follow that bitter fragrance every day.

Simultaneously.

He was very depressed.

He is afraid of causing trouble to others, especially afraid.

"Will you be annoyed if I follow you?" Ying Yanyu asked.

Wen Cheng was going out with her black mouth dragging her mouth, and she didn't look at him when she heard the words, so she said bluntly, "Yes, I'm used to being alone."

Ying Yanyu stopped following immediately.

He stood there watching Doctor Wen close the door and leave without looking back. The iron gate closed with a dull sound, isolating him.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the phone vibrated up and down.

Ying Yanyu stood for too long, until the wound was numb before changing his position, and took out his mobile phone by the way.

"Brother Ying!" Hu San shouted.

"...What's the matter?" Ying Yanyu asked.

Hu San paused, feeling something was wrong: "What's wrong? Are you not getting along well with Dr. Wen?"

"No." Ying Yanyu raised his hand and scratched his left back, but he touched a layer of brown-green plaster. He felt the coolness on his fingertips and was distracted.

This old wound has been six or seven years old.

When he was a child, the doctor told him that it was a conditioned reflex caused by a psychological disorder, and asked him what happened.

He vomited as soon as he opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

In the end, let it go and leave the problem behind.

And the year before last, when Ying Yanyu was kicked out of the house by his mother, he heard her scold him for being "perverted" for a day, so he couldn't resist, but grabbed a large piece of skin.

Those pretentious gestures are all vulnerable.

"What are you thinking?" As soon as Ying Yanyu spoke, he changed back to that carefree, unrestrained little vendor, "I have nothing to do with Dr. Wen."

Hu San said "hehe": "You continue to blow."

"Tsk," Ying Yanyu scolded with a smile, "I'm not joking with you, I'm still waiting to straighten myself so I can explain to my mother, why are you rushing to make me chase men?"

How could Hu San not know, Father Ying had already approached him and asked him to help.

He was so startled that the quail eggs rolled out of his mouth.

Damn it, sexual orientation is different, how can he help?

"Why don't you go to Thailand for a sex change operation, and you'll turn into a girl, so it's natural for you to like men?"

Ying Yanyu was silent.

Hu San hurriedly slapped his mouth: "Brother Ying, you're wrong, I'm quick to talk, you know, I came to you just to ask about the field run after the next year..."

Ying Yanyu heard the sound of the door closing next door, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "I have something to do, let's talk about it."

After hanging up the phone, he ran out with his slippers on.

Seeing him, Wen Cheng joked, "Has the little tadpole found his mother?"

Ying Yanyu also said it naturally: "Father Wen will take me with you." He had been outside for a while, and he knew that those people were not easy to mess with, most of them were local hooligans, and Doctor Wen would definitely not be able to deal with them.

He has to follow.

Wen Cheng was startled by his "Papa Wen", he looked at the child suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Ying Yanyu waved his hand: "Let's go, go to grandma first."

"Wait a minute," Wen Cheng grabbed him, and asked scoldingly, "Why did the medicine fall off the back?"

"..." Ying Yanyu forgot the vest he was wearing, and the injury on the back couldn't be covered at all, "I accidentally rubbed on the sofa... oh!"

Wen Cheng slapped him on the back of the head, his face flushed with anger: "Who the hell can rub three finger prints on the sofa! Who are you kidding! En?"

Ying Yanyu bowed his head when he was beaten, his usual smiling face suddenly changed, and he said harshly and bluntly: "Leave me alone. Leave me alone."

After he finished speaking, he pushed Wen Cheng away with a cold face, seeing him staggering two steps, he walked away without paying attention.

But he didn't think about it either. Who could make him unhappy with Dr. Wen's violent temper?

"...Since you called me Dad," Wen Cheng managed to stand still, and exploded in an instant. He looked around and pulled a branch in front of the door, "Then I'll take care of you today." Yeer hit!"

The strong wind blew past, whining.

Clap!

Ying Yanyu was spanked.

He had never been spanked since he was a child, and he was instantly stunned.

"You...you..." He frowned and turned back, blinked, blinked again.

Wen Cheng grinned grimly: "Pi, you're so skinny! You're justified if you don't apply the medicine!"

Ying Yanyu subconsciously took two steps back, tripped over a tree root, fell on the trunk, and slid on the ground.

"Why aren't you jumping around? En?" Wen Cheng put one hand on top of his head, bent down and stared at him, obviously very angry.

Ying Yanyu felt that he was going to die.

Looking at Dr. Wen like this, his heartbeat soared to the extreme.

Fuck...he shivered violently, forget about liking men, is it possible that he is still an M?

Just when Ying Yanyu's three views were shattered, Wen Cheng had suppressed her anger, took a new patch of medicine from the medicine box she carried with her, and was pressing on the child's shoulder to reapply the medicine.

"I..." Ying Yanyu was fed a candy as soon as he opened his mouth, he was in a mess immediately, and had the illusion that he was really a "child".

Wen Cheng treated the wound two or three times, and then picked up the branch on the ground.

He looked at the nervous child and smiled slightly: "Come on, the father will give you a gift."

Ying Yanyu swallowed: "Yes, yes, no?"

"Huh?" Wen Cheng smiled more and more gently.

"Thank you!" Ying Yanyu stretched out his hand and closed his eyes.

Wen Cheng put the branch in his hand, stood up straight and said in a cold voice, "Next time you grab it randomly, just pass it to me yourself."