no way

Chapter 71

It's unlikely that Zhang Cong would make such a fuss.Zhang Cong took his schoolbag and trotted into the car, then went straight to the vegetable market to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables.

Yan Jianghe didn't get out of the car the whole time, and watched Zhang Cong running around through a layer of car glass.He put a sentence in his mind: "Our family's murmur is really different from those foolish little bastards on the street."

He couldn't figure out the meaning of this idea for a long time.There was chattering Zhan Yang, and a slightly pantothenic distress.There are also other things that Yan Jianghe can't describe.But it's not surprising.Zhang Cong has always been special.No matter if you take it out alone to look at it, or keep it in Yan Jianghe's eye socket to look at it.

The two went home together.As soon as Zhang Cong entered the door, he went to the kitchen to get some fruit.Yan Jianghe walked around the living room with Yan Meitong, feeling pain in his left calf, so he sat down firmly on the sofa.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his calf with his hands, and suddenly remembered that he had been hit by a high heel when he was trying to persuade a fight.No wonder it hurts.

Yan Jianghe sighed, got bored after rubbing for a while, and simply stretched his legs and leaned his head back on the sofa.It just so happened that Zhang Cong came out of the kitchen with a plate of packed fruits, and saw the hand he had just withdrawn from his lap.

Zhang Cong put the fruit plate on the coffee table: "What happened to your leg?"

"It's okay." Yan Jianghe pouted and said indifferently, "Before, the patient's family kicked him with a high-heeled shoe."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong took out a piece of toilet paper, wiped off the water droplets on his hands, and then knelt down on one knee directly in front of Yan Jianghe. He reached out to reach Yan Jianghe's leg: "Where? The calf? Is there any other injury?" ?”

Yan Jianghe was a little dazed by Zhang Cong's diligence.He subconsciously moved his foot back half an inch: "...no, just the calf."

Zhang Cong paused, and stood up from the ground: "Get some safflower oil or something to rub, high heels should hurt."

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong and blinked. Before he could speak, Zhang Cong turned around to search for medicinal oil.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

He should have lived the past half a year too quietly.Usually, Zhang Cong permeates everything in his life, no matter how big or small.Yan Jianghe, a bandit and ruffian, has formed a habit of smearing early on, but he doesn't think much of it.

But just now, the tall boy was standing at his feet with his head down, and he had to realize very clearly that Zhang Cong really treated him very well.

Zhang Cong actually found a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet.He leaned in front of Yan Jianghe again, this time Zhang Cong didn't kneel on one knee, he squatted instead.

Zhang Cong first rubbed his hands to heat up, then rolled up Yan Jianghe's trouser legs, and blocked Yan Jianghe's hand that was about to reach out with one sentence: "You only have one hand, it's inconvenient, let me help you."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Cong, and finally he was really obedient.He stretched his legs under Zhang Cong's eyelids: "Okay, do it."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab some fruit from the coffee table and ate it.Grabbing the juicy and crystal-clear grapes one by one, Zhang Cong looked at them with a wide smile.

What is this called - the crow feeds back.The puppet is really a rare thing, it really doesn't hurt in vain.

Zhang Cong opened the safflower oil, and the air was immediately filled with the unique aroma of medicinal oil.Zhang Cong poured safflower oil into his palm again and rubbed it on Yan Jianghe's calf.

Yan Jianghe's calf was bruised and swollen.Zhang Cong frowned, and the strength in his hands increased slightly.The blood congestion has to be rubbed open.But it's not that he's not as light as he is as heavy as he is, he's afraid that Yan Jiang will be hurt.

"The technique is good." Yan Jianghe commented, showing the uncle's posture vividly and vividly.

Yan Jianghe plucked all the grapes, fed his mouth enough, and took advantage of the comfort of Zhang Cong's massage and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He really didn't feel like talking at all right now.After careful calculation, Zhang Cong started to regret it within a few seconds of rubbing his hands.He's not up to the job at all.

The smell of the medicinal oil made Zhang Cong's respiratory tract scorching hot, as if it could draw a fire from his heart.He rubbed Yan Jiang He Jin's thin calf with his palms one by one, the skin bonded together, the medicated oil was rubbed more lubricated, and the temperature continued to rise.

Yan Jianghe enjoys with his eyes closed, but he still doesn't do good deeds even though his hand is crippled.I saw Yan Jianghe's palm snoring wildly on Zhang Cong's head.

Ever since Zhang Cong grew taller, Yan Jianghe never fiddled with his head again.In fact, Yan Jianghe did not do much before, but only a few times.Zhang Cong recalled it, and he still remembered it clearly.

Yan Jianghe finished all at once, with his arms drooping on his legs, and gradually began to feel sleepy again, slowly becoming confused.He is comfortable, but Zhang Cong suffers.

Yan Jianghe's slap was like adding fuel to the fire, and Zhang Cong's neck stiffened immediately.He always felt that he was struggling to hold his head, and it would be better to pull a scar the size of a bowl, and it would fall off.

And besides the head, there are also some things that deserve to be cut into pieces uncontrollably.Zhang Cong felt his lower abdomen tighten almost suddenly.The enthusiasm in his heart seemed to be concentrated in the lower abdomen in an instant, surging and surging.

Zhang Cong couldn't move Yan Jianghe's legs any longer, and he slipped away for a long while, then suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Jianghe, his heart beating fast.The school uniform pants are relatively loose, and he is squatting again. Yan Jianghe should... Yan Jianghe closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if he was dozing off.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong didn't dare to waste time, he was afraid that Yan Jiang He Gang would be confused and might open his eyes suddenly.

Zhang Cong took a deep breath and gently pulled Yan Jianghe's trouser legs down.He didn't even close the cap of the safflower oil, and just turned around and rolled into the bathroom.Zhang Cong was almost floating on his toes.

Zhang Cong turned on the exhaust in the bathroom, closed the door tightly and took several deep breaths.He washed his sober face with cold water again, and bald his hair by the way.

……

Zhang Cong didn't know how long he had been in the bathroom.His mind was buzzing, and he didn't care about the concept of time at all.

After all, he is a young man, in his prime of life, no wonder he is.

Zhang Cong didn't come out of the bathroom until the boiling white-eyed wolf blood all over his body cooled down to body temperature.

Yan Jianghe was completely asleep.There was still safflower oil not far from his feet, the bottle was still open, and the smell kept coming out.Yan Meitong put it beside her eagerly, sniffing it with her wet little nose.

Zhang Cong: "..."

For the first time, Zhang Cong felt that it was a good thing that Yan Jianghe was busy with work.For example, if this person is tired, once he falls into a comfortable environment, he will easily relax and fall asleep comfortably.Let him escape unharmed.

Zhang Cong walked up to Yan Jianghe, knelt down/picked up the safflower oil, put the lid on the tea table.

When the safflower oil was gone, Yan Meitong shifted her target and began to poke Zhang Cong's slippers with her head.Zhang Cong ignored it and let it play around, all his thoughts were on Yan Jianghe's sleeping face.

Zhang Cong bent slightly, without blinking his eyes.Every breath of Yan Jianghe is concrete in his eyes.

Zhang Cong thought: "Now is not the time. You can't let Yan Jianghe know now."

——He was indeed too timid and fearful of Yan Jianghe.But how many people in this world will never tremble when facing the person on the tip of their heart?

Especially Zhang Cong, who is so penniless, his life is so dirty that it is not worth the price.He was even more afraid.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's face, and stretched out his hand to touch it.But in the end, he still stopped and slowly retracted to his side.Zhang Cong straightened up, went to Yan Jianghe's bed, picked up the quilt, and gently put it on Yan Jianghe's body.

After all, the relationship between people and love, even though there are thousands of forms, most of them lead to the same goal by different routes, often powerless and satisfied, struggling and happy.Just like a handful of salt-filled honey in Zhang Cong's heart, mixed in his morbid enthusiasm, it could not end well.

Yan Jianghe's hand injury was not very serious.He was enjoying the life of a fairy at home, and went to work after two days of recuperation.This incident was considered a small accident, and it brought a breakthrough to their peaceful life.

Zhang Cong was frightened for a while, but it was not in vain, and he got some benefits.

Maybe it's raining red in the old days, how could Yan Jiang really reflect on himself, in short, he just regarded Zhang Cong as a thing.

It is mainly reflected in the fact that he has learned to greet Zhang Cong specifically.

For example, in the morning on a cloudy day, why would Yan Jiang approve a coat? He popped his head out of the room and shouted at Zhang Cong: "It will rain today, do you have an umbrella?"

At this time, Zhang Cong, who was squatting at the door to change his shoes, would talk nonsense that he "didn't bring it".Yan Jianghe saw that his shoes were all on, so he could only personally find an umbrella for him.

Then Zhang Cong would go out with two umbrellas on his back that day.Of course, the only one that will get wet in the end is the one handed over by Yan Jianghe.The other one should be used as weight, so it is unnecessary to squeeze the schoolbag.

Yan Jianghe would take the initiative to ask about Zhang Cong's test scores, and then he would go out to rub his hands.Naturally, Zhang Cong picked all the flavors that Yan Jianghe liked.

When Zhang Cong was doing his homework in the stuffy room at night, if Yan Jianghe was at home, he would go over and call for someone to call Zhang Cong to rest every two hours.Once or twice, and the third time, Zhang Cong simply used "moving his body" as an excuse to drag Yan Jiang He Ye to run.

They can't run for long, at most an hour, just circle around the community.But Zhang Cong looks forward to this hour most every day.

Running side by side with Yan Jianghe, listening to Yan Jianghe's breathing in his ears, this is tantamount to picking up the source of honey for Zhang Cong.

He just steals little by little, the more he steals, the sweeter he gets.As for the bitterness thickened in his bone marrow, he has always been indifferent.