Zhang Zhen first took a tissue and then brought an ice pack.
"You can apply it on yourself."
Jiaobai thanked him but his attention was on Zhang Zhen's portrait.
Those colorful blocks of color remain the same.
Initially he guessed it was candy or something like candy wrapper, but now since the avatar hasn't changed, he can only keep that guess.
Seeing Zhang Zhen wheeling out, Jiao Bai wiped his nose and tears with a tissue in one hand and said casually, "Mr. Zhang, just say whatever you want to say. Don't hold it in. It can easily cause hemorrhoids."
Zhang Zhen: “…”
The words came out of his mouth, hemorrhoids grow on the buttocks, why does it sound like he is insulting him
Also, this person inexplicably called him "little brother" last time during Diye, and this time it was the unfamiliar Mr. Zhang.
Calling him "little brother" means grabbing his hand, trying to please him, and using him to escape from trouble.
This time he had nothing that the other party wanted to take advantage of.
Zhang Zhen turned his wheelchair and looked back at the person on the bed. Aunt Liu said his name was Jiaobai, and he had changed his last name. He was so scheming at such a young age, no wonder he became something outside of Mr. Shen's principles.
"At a dinner party in early summer this year, Mr. Shen brought a little lover with him. The boy lay in his arms like a kitten."
Zhang Zhen was talking about something: "Halfway through the meal, the boy was touched by a boss at the table. He pulled his hand back in panic and huddled next to Mr. Shen, not daring to move. Guess what happened?"
I don't want to guess.
"I was standing at the door at the time." Zhang Zhen said, "I saw Director Shen pour a cup of hot tea on the boy's hand. The water was just boiled."
Jiaobai applied a layer of paste to his swollen face and licked the cracked corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
"Although the boy didn't take the initiative, he was not smart enough to dodge in time, so he was punished." Zhang Zhen didn't agree with that approach, but he wouldn't express his opinion. "As long as Mr. Shen's people haven't been lost, it's impossible for others to get involved."
Jiaobai knows, don’t all scumbag tops have this disgusting face
That's why Shen Ji felt jealous because of his relationship with Shen Er'an and his misunderstanding of his feelings for Qi Yiliao, so he thought it was a territorial grab. The so-called possessiveness has nothing to do with emotion, and it's not even mixed with humanity. It's pure dictatorship.
The reason why Shen Ji used the original owner to exchange Jiang Yan with Qi Yilao was because he treated the original owner as a dog, not a human being.
Dogs are fine.
"My third brother and Mr. Shen have been friends for about 20 years. You sat on my third brother's lap in front of him and you are still alive." Zhang Zhen blinked, "I can't understand it."
It seems that Director Shen only slapped him once and swung his belt, but didn't beat him to death. His third brother was also quite strange, such a germaphobe, but he didn't even push the person away when someone sat on his legs.
How did Zhang Zhen know this? Because if the third brother had taken action, Jiaobai would have been pushed to the ground, with serious scratches on his forehead and hands.
But those two places were intact and there were no wounds.
Jiaobai did not respond to Zhang Zhen. He found that Shen Ji's activity level began to increase again, rising and falling, rising and falling, over and over again.
If it's just about sexual interest, then it will either go up or down directly, and you won't be so entangled.
Jiaobai was too lazy to witness the old dog's self-torture.
While Jiaobai was silent, Zhang Zhen's activity level became 0.9.
Jiao Bai was stunned for a moment, then understood. Zhang Zhen was curious about what kind of person he was, how he could survive under Shen Ji's hands.
These people are in the same circle, so it is easier to deal with them, just like now, if we pull one node, others will follow.
"You can go ask Mr. Shen." Jiaobai said half-jokingly because Zhang Zhen had become more active.
Zhang Zhen glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "He is angry and I am injured. I can't beat him."
The beauty acted cute, and the wild rice stem was still edible. He teased: "What are you afraid of? You have Mr. Qi behind you."
Zhang Zhen realized that he was being teased, and he quickly regained his serious expression.
Jiaobai suppressed his laughter and asked, "How did you get hurt?"
Zhang Zhen said: "I saved a child."
A very hard-to-describe guess popped up in Jiaobai's mind: "Where did you rescue him?"
Zhang Zhen raised his thin eyelids. This man's lips were cracked. Doesn't it hurt when he spoke? Why was he asking about irrelevant things? He was stunned by the other party's serious look and said the place name.
Jiaobai couldn't laugh anymore.
Sister Zhang, it turns out that the unlucky guy is you.
Jiaobai changed his hand to hold the ice pack and thought, there are so many changes in the plot, more than he imagined.
In the original novel, Qi Yilao has few roles, and Zhang Zhen has even fewer. He is not one of Li Jue's male supporting actors. He is just seen as a poor man imprisoned by obsession, a poor little brother.
Li Jue encountered an accident while picking up the thermos cover and was rescued by Zhang Zhen. This is a new plot that was not in the comics.
Zhang Zhen had such an intersection with him, and I wonder what kind of butterfly effect it will bring in the future.
"It's Chen Yiming's call." Zhang Zhen took out his vibrating cell phone and observed the changes in Jiaobai's expression. He was really curious and interested in a person who could make Mr. Shen and his third brother make an exception.
The茭白 acted as if it didn't hear anything and remained indifferent.
“…” Zhang Zhen did not talk to Chen Yiming on the spot. He turned his wheelchair and left the room.
Jiao Bai's conversation with Zhang Zhen just now had used up all of his remaining energy. He was in so much pain that the pain spread throughout his body and was very painful.
"Why."
The wild rice plant sighed with a mouth full of sweetness. Who could help him? No one. He could not count on anyone else. There was no way out and the future was bleak.
Or... forget it? It doesn't matter if I don't have this life anymore.
"I was the one who lied just now." Jiaobai said to himself.
I want to live.
The player Jiaobai's spirit of not giving up or retreating in the face of a dilemma with no way out is commendable.
Jiaobai: “…No reward?”
None at this time.
"Bye-Bye."
Jiaobai was depressed for a while, then sighed. Zhang Zhen had never checked the information of "j", otherwise he would not have had that attitude just now.
In fact, given the current situation, Jiaobai really hopes to be exposed.
He was 10% sure that Zhang Zhen would not blame him for cheating and would continue to pay attention to him.
Why is it so anxious to expose the truth when it's only 10%
Because Zhang Zhen is the only one who is kind-hearted, capable, simple-minded and gullible, and is cared for by Shen Ji and Qi Yiliao.
But,
Why hasn't Zhang Zhen checked him out yet
Anyone who pays attention will be concerned about how his brother who checked in every day for four months suddenly disappeared one day?! It is not difficult for him to check a netizen. Even his brother knows to check.
Jiaobai complained to the ceiling, it seems that the horse will have to fall off himself.
It has to fall off naturally.
Try to be natural.
Zhang Zhen in front of the tower sneezed. He told Chen Yiming about the state of Jiaobai: "That's it."
"Does he really have snot and tears all over his face?" Chen Yiming asked curiously.
"Why would I lie to you?" Zhang Zhen waved his hand to let the brothers who were coming this way go away. "For Mr. Shen, he was lenient and made an unprecedented exception, but the person involved didn't think so. He was hit in the face, his hands were whipped, and he had injuries all over his body. He had no one to rely on, no relatives or friends, so it's normal for him to feel uncomfortable."
The second half of Zhang Zhen's sentence sounded a bit vague, as he could hardly sense the emotion of "uncomfortable" from Jiaobai.
Chen Yiming said: "Then please keep an eye on him and tell me if there is anything."
Zhang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but Mr. Shen wanted more water chestnuts.
So the third brother kept the person and kept him in Lanmo Mansion to take good care of him, actually to give face to Mr. Shen
That's good.
Otherwise, he would really worry about what his third brother's intentions were towards茭白.
"Assistant Chen, I may not be able to see him," Zhang Zhen said in embarrassment, "I have personal matters to attend to." He had lost his childhood memories, and this head injury allowed him to remember some of them.
In his memory, there was a voice calling him "little brother" and holding something and putting it into his arms.
Zhang Zhen wanted to recover the incomplete memory, to find the child who called him "little brother", and the color that was familiar to him.
As for the high school student netizen whose avatar is a colored block, just leave it alone for now. He will find it.
Chen Yiming tried to persuade him that he needed this ally to understand Jiaobai's movements: "It won't take up much of your time."
Zhang Zhen refused again with great regret. He didn't like to be indecisive when doing things. He would do one thing at a time and then move on to the next one after finishing it.
"… All right."
Chen Yiming hung up the phone and stood at the harbor with a gust of sea breeze blowing all over his head. He wiped his stern face and wanted to hand in his resignation letter.
The car was originally heading to the airport, but the chairman suddenly asked us to change direction and go to the port.
Is this a trip on the sea? This is a trip to hell.
Chen Yiming glanced at the chairman who was being approached by a voluptuous woman. He blinked, and the chairman's hand started to rub him.
The force was terrifying, and it was accompanied by anger that came from nowhere. The woman was in great pain, and her beautiful face was distorted, but she still kept her hand on the chairman's neck.
Pain and happiness.
Chen Yiming withdrew his gaze and looked at the endless sea horizon, hoping that Young Master Chu, who was participating in the sea voyage, could divert the chairman's attention.
Jiaobai settled down in Lanmo Mansion. There were no electronic products in his room and he had no idea about the situation in the outside world.
Besides Aunt Liu, the nurse, the doctor, the physical therapist, the only person he saw was the owner of Lan Mo Mansion.
Qi Yilao came to see Jiaobai after work every day, wearing a dark suit, with a look of deep fatigue between his brows. He was only in his early thirties, and he didn't know why he was always so tired.
That feeling of fatigue seemed to have merged with his life, mixed into his every word and action, and could never be eliminated in his lifetime.
At first, Jiaobai took the attitude that it was none of his business, but as a day or two passed, his curiosity was aroused. He endured it again and again, and finally one day, when Qi Yiliao entered his room as usual, he asked about it.
"Mr. Qi, are you going to go bankrupt?" Jiaobai chose to start with a joke.
Qi Yiliao sat on a chair by the wall with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he uttered a lazy syllable: "Hmm?"
Jiaobai grabbed a few large fresh dates from the fruit bowl on the bedside table. He put one of them to his mouth and took a bite: "I see you are busy every day."
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly poured in from the window, blurring Qi Yiliao's deep and distinct face, which looked like a mixed-race person. Some warm yellow light lingered on his straight nose. He said, "It's okay to be busy."
Jiaobai was eating fresh dates, his cheeks bulging as he chewed: "Then why do you always look so tired?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gaze appeared in the light and shadow by the window and stared at him.
Those eyes were abnormally red.
There was also a circle of red around the white cat's eyes, and it looked even more dead.
It was so heavy that it became material, and it drifted into Jiaobai's nostrils and ran towards his body, as if trying to attract his attention.
That deathly aura seemed like the white cat’s silent cry, its last hope.
--Help.
-Save me.
-Please.
Jiaobai's vision was blocked by the shadow. He looked at the person standing in front of his bed, still crunching the dates in his mouth.
Qi Yiliao put his hands in his pockets and said elegantly: "Want to know?"
Jiaobai resisted the urge to nod. People are easily tempted by mysterious things, and he didn't know how long he could resist.
Qi Yiliao had a lingering damp woody scent. Jiaobai had observed him over the past few days and determined that the scent was coming from his shirt collar.
He had something hanging around his neck.
A Buddha amulet
Qi Yilao seemed not to have caught Jiaobai's inquiry: "I am tired because I am old and can't do it anymore."
Wild rice: “…”
He wanted to expose the old man's pretentious moment: "You are in your prime, and you are tired already?"
Qi Yiliao smiled: "Thirty-three."
Jiaobai also smiled, the arc of her smile was bigger than his, her eyes were full of desire for life and living: "Only thirty-three."
Qi Yiliao looked at Jiaobai with a look that was both deep and shallow, making it hard to guess. He shook his head after a while and said, "Human life span is limited."
Jiaobai frowned. This guy didn't seem to be pretending.
What? Could it be that the big boss of the real estate industry in Xicheng not only believes in ghosts and gods, but also has a short life span
This idea didn't stay in Jiaobai's mind for more than a few seconds before it disappeared.
"When you're lying down, don't hold the date pit near your mouth. It can get stuck." Qi Yiliao suddenly leaned over, put his hand near the child's mouth, and pinched the long dark red pit with a little flesh on it with two fingers.
The wild rice grass bit it subconsciously, just like a small animal whose food was being taken away.
Qi Yiliao did not forcefully dig out the pit. Instead, he stretched two fingers a little deeper, pressing the soft touch with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Let go."
The teeth of the wild rice are slightly open.
Qi Yilao threw the wet date pits into the trash can, and some transparent liquid stained his fingertips: "Fresh dates are not suitable for bedridden people. I will ask Aunt Liu to send you some farewell fruits tomorrow. Go to bed early." After saying that, he left.
It took Jiaobai a long time to come back to his senses.
As soon as he moved into Lan Mo's mansion, Jiao Bai found out that the old pervert was a mysophobia. Now he was not sure whether the other party had mental mysophobia, physical mysophobia, or both.
I'm a germaphobe anyway.
Qi Yilao picked out the date pits for him, so wouldn't that mean that a layer of skin would be peeled off from his hands
Jiaobai smacked his lips, touched his chin which had grown some flesh back, and started eating the fresh dates again. He remembered what Qi Yilao said about the dates getting stuck in his throat, so he put the dates back in disappointment.
It doesn’t matter. Let’s not worry about the secret on the third floor for now. As long as Qi Yiliao doesn’t torment him like Shen Laogou, it’ll be fine. He really needs a quiet place to rest.
At night, the nurse came to deliver milk as usual, and Jiaobai fell asleep after drinking it. After an unknown amount of time, an electronic sound suddenly sounded in the sleeping person's head.
Your friend is online
The first-ranked avatar lit up. The golden-eyed white cat grabbed the thin wire on its neck with its two paws and gasped in pain and despair. However, its eyes, which were filled with tears due to the pain, were calm without a ripple.
It seemed that he had already accepted the inescapable pain and the impending death.
The wild rice did not wake up.
The door lock turned, and a tall black shadow appeared at the door. He stepped in, walked slowly to the wall, and carried the chair to the bed.
After sitting down, he bent his back, put his hand on his forehead, and stared at the person who was sleeping on the bed. His eyes seemed cold, but also eager, excited, and contained a ball of gray flame.
"You drink milk and sleep every day for six days. You shouldn't be so defensive."
"If you haven't discovered it by the seventh day, you're really stupid."
"No one likes stupid kids."
Qi Yiliao turned the child's tilted face, placed his palm under his chin, and laughed in his ear.
"Tomorrow is my deadline for you to do something stupid. I hope you'll be awake when I come over at this time tomorrow."
"Don't let me down, kid."