make a wish

The wishing eyelid twitched, and slowly opened his eyes.

When he met Jiang Qi's chiseled handsome face, his consciousness was still confused for a moment.

Jiang Qi treasured his expression at this moment into his heart.

After making a wish to see the layout of the room clearly, everything that happened during the day has been poured into my mind.He subconsciously covered his chest, and looked at the man coldly and warily.

Jiang Qi turned his face away, ignoring the hatred in his eyes, and spoke in a warm voice.

"Hungry, I've got someone to cook for you."

He ordered people to present the prepared meals one by one, filling a large table with dishes.They were indeed some of his favorite things in the past, and he couldn't find any faults in any aspect of color and fragrance.

Wishing always lowered his eyes.

He had already got out of bed and stood there stubbornly.He didn't look at him, and he didn't mean to sit down to eat.

Jiang Qi wanted to hold his hand, but he threw it away.

Jiang Qi was not annoyed, he returned to his usual expression that was most useful for making wishes.It was like treating a child who loves to play tricks, smiling indulgently and helplessly, and coaxing him with good words.

"If you want to make trouble, you have to wait to fill your stomach first."

While making a wish, I only felt a churn in my stomach, and boundless hatred crept up to my heart silently.

He didn't eat, and Jiang Qi also stood with him.I just told people to pour out the cold dishes on the table over and over again, and ordered people to continue to serve new dishes.

It can be seen that everyone's nerves are tense, and they dare not look at the person who only gently persuades the one who made the wish.

As a result, frequent eyes kept falling on the wishing body.

Wishing very angry, but suddenly felt that it was really boring to spend so much time.

He finally sat down, and it was obvious that Jiang Qi was very happy.He immediately followed the man and sat next to him.

Wishing could not accept the close distance with him, so he moved a position immediately.Jiang Qi also followed him, but did not continue to come over.

He put a lot of food in his bowl, and he didn't refuse the wish, but he didn't eat a single bite.

Jiang Qi lowered his eyes dimly.

"Xiao Yuan, eat more."

Wishing ignored him, just swallowed the white rice in the bowl blindly.

He doesn't eat vegetables and it's not against himself.It's just that there are too many emotions in it, and the emotions that he can't bear are all kinds of memories about his past.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, painful.

About your parents, about yourself, and about the person in front of you.

Seeing the man swallow a bowl of white rice dryly, Jiang Qi filled a bowl of black-bone chicken soup and handed it over.

The wish was not answered, he asked calmly.

"When can I go back?"

"Hey, drink the soup first."

"Can I go back after drinking it?"

The two confronted each other, and neither of them made the next move first.

In the end, Jiang Qi was the first to compromise.

"Alright, you still have to clean up, I'll take you back later."

Wishing to take the soup, he drank it in a few mouthfuls.Jiang Qi filled another bowl for him, made a wish without saying a word, and drank it all at once.

Jiang Qi helped him put on his coat, and put his own windbreaker on him.Wishing to hide his shoulders, the clothes fell to the ground.

Jiang Qi didn't say anything, picked up the clothes, dusted them and put them on for himself.

When the two returned to the basement, they made a wish and found that Jiang Xiaoshu's door was half-opened, and he was sitting on a low plastic stool, looking out with his head propped up.

When the man saw him, his eyes lit up almost instantly.

"Ah, make a wish, you are finally back."

He ran out joyfully, and when he saw the weird man he met during the day following him, his footsteps involuntarily paused.

Make a wish and ease your expression.

"Why haven't you rested yet, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Jiang Xiaoshu smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm not sleepy anyway."

It's not easy for him to say in front of that weird person that he was worried for a long time because he threw him to this person so recklessly during the day.

At this time, the strange man seemed to be a different person, gentle and polite.He nodded and smiled to himself.

"Hi, I'm Big Brother Xiaoyuan, thank you for your company and care for Xiaoyuan during this time."

Jiang Xiaoshu looked at the man's decent smile and speech, plus the man's expensive attire, he was stunned for a long time without reacting.

It seems that making a wish is really made by the rich man to experience life.

He was a little proud of his vision, but at the same time a little downcast.

From this point of view, Wishing has become a friend he can't afford again.

Wishing didn't know what Jiang Xiaoshu was thinking about, his expression was like a slide show, changing after a while, he smiled a little, and stroked his hair.

He turned around and opened the door of his own room, and with some strength, he closed it immediately.But Jiang Qi moved faster than him, and directly held it with his palm.

Wishing did not let go, Jiang Qi also did not pull out the palm.

Seeing the man's face turn pale immediately, the door opened with a shake of the wishing hand.

Jiang Qi's eyes lit up, he followed in immediately, and closed the door softly.

Wishing to sit down on the bed with a grim expression.

"What exactly do you want?"

Jiang Qi squatted in front of him, shaking his hands in front of him wanting to touch but not daring to touch.

Finally, he put his hands on the edge of the bed, and circled the person in front of him in the sitting position.He pressed his throat and spoke slowly.

"Xiaoyuan, come home with me."

After making a wish, he struggled a bit, and accidentally slapped the man on the back of his injured hand. Hearing the man's muffled grunt, he stiffened almost immediately.

Jiang Qi immediately comforted him.

"It's okay, little wish, it's okay."

Wishing eyes looked forward with no focus, with a blank expression, as if caught in a certain memory.