why do you like me

071 Treatment

The cruise ship returned early in the morning, and Cheng Jing didn't go back to the hotel, but took a private jet back to City S.At the airport, Yan Qingshu's people wanted to take him back to Miguo Street, but he said coldly, "No need."

He changed back into his own clothes, but there was no warmth at all.There was a traffic jam on the way back from the airport to Miguo Street. He curled up and wanted to vomit several times, but he only felt his stomach move up a few inches, as if it was about to be pulled out, and he couldn’t say anything. uncomfortable.

The driver handed over a bottle of water and a vomit bag, and Cheng Jing couldn't even say thank you.

Many people return to their hometowns for the New Year, and Miguo Street is not as lively as before.Heimian and Huangmao were cleaning the inside and outside of the barbershop, and when they turned around, they saw Cheng Jing getting out of the taxi with his waist bent.Huang Mao ran over, and before he could say anything, the golden hair that sprang out from the corridor had already jumped in front of Cheng Jing.

Cheng Jing bent down and rubbed Jin Mao's head, and Huang Mao also bent down, looked up at Cheng Jing's expression, and asked with some ignorant concern, "You didn't come back yesterday, did you go to the hospital?"

Seeing Cheng Jing's face turned pale, he quickly reached out and took Cheng Jing's arm, trying to help him into the barber shop.Cheng Jing gently pushed him, and said in a low voice, "I'll just go back, and I won't disturb you."

Huang Mao let go subconsciously, and immediately took hold of it again after realizing it, with a bit of a child's kindness and stubbornness: "Then I will send you back."

He helped Cheng Jing into the house, frantically turning on the air conditioner and heating, looking for a kettle to boil water.Cheng Jing didn't go to bed either, and sat silently on the carpet, curled up into a ball.Huang Mao walked over and knelt down on the carpet, a little at a loss: "Cheng Jing, what's wrong with you, are you feeling bad?"

"Make me a cup of protein powder, can you?"

Huangmao stood up to find the egg white powder, washed it and put it on the chair next to the carpet with the medicine box.Cheng Jing leaned on the pillow and said wearily, "Yoyo, thank you."

Huang Mao watched for a while, saw that Cheng Jing was about to fall asleep, quietly moved a blanket over, and went out.He told Heimian about Cheng Jing's situation, and wandered around the barber shop worryingly with his stomach in his arms: "What should I do, Cheng Jing looks very uncomfortable, and I am also very uncomfortable."

Heimian reached out and pressed his head to freeze him: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Cheng Jing squinted for a while, and was awakened by the golden retriever's wet nose.He took a deep breath, reached for the cup soaked in protein powder, and took a sip. His stomach felt as if someone had punched him hard. He quickly stood up and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

For a cup of protein powder, he took a sip and spit out a few times, repeatedly until there was no drop left in the cup, and finally stuffed the vitamin tablet into his mouth, forcing himself to chew and swallow it.

The golden retriever followed behind him, howling in a low voice.

Heimian suddenly pushed the door open and came in, and saw Cheng Jing leaning against the bathroom door with his back bent, his eyes closed and his face pale.

"Did Yan Qingshu look for you again?"

Cheng Jing looked up at him from the corner of his eyes.

"What do you have in Yan Qingshu's hands?"

Cheng Jing stood up unsteadily, retreated into the carpet again, and kept looking at him with a black face.

After being silent for a while, Heimian turned to leave, and Cheng Jing suddenly said, "Don't tell Jiang Chuan."

Jiang Chuan didn't come back until the third night. By then, Cheng Jing's condition had improved. After drinking some porridge, his complexion returned to normal, but Jiang Chuan still noticed something strange.

The project team arranged a duty schedule, and there were two graduate students who did not go home, and Jiang Chuan would not be there until the end of the year.He didn't have anything to pack in the office, so he dragged his suitcase and took the subway back after getting off the plane without waiting for the school's special car to come.

At that time, Cheng Jing was staying in the barbershop, the black face was styling the customers, and the yellow hair was applying his own mask to Cheng Jing, mumbling while applying it: "Cheng Jing, your eyes are so beautiful, it's just dark circles. It's kind of obvious, and I'm going to help you get rid of it."

Jiang Chuan saw Cheng Jing's back from outside, walked in with big strides, pushed the door open, put his arms around the boy behind him, and was about to kiss him, when he was startled by the black mud all over his face, his action turned into pulling his hair, with a face full of tears. Helpless smile.

Cheng Jing bent his eyes at Jiang Chuan, and Huang Mao raised the mask stick at him with a serious face: "Don't laugh."

Jiang Chuan sat down directly next to Cheng Jing, took off the scarf and stuffed it into Cheng Jing's arms, took off the woolen coat and stuffed it into Cheng Jing's arms, Cheng Jing was wrapped up in a pile of clothes like a hamster, Jiang Chuan stared at him look.

The sculpting guest was snoring from the heating, Cheng Jing turned her head to Jiang Chuan's ear and whispered, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Chuan didn't change his face: "Look at you."

After washing his face, Jiang Chuan didn't linger any longer, and directly dragged Cheng Jing upstairs.After closing the door, before he could say anything, he kissed the person in his arms, from the lips to the neck, and then all the way up, from the tip of the nose to the forehead.The kiss was panting, and she couldn't bear to stop, both of them fell on the bed, with their bodies pressed against each other, feeling unbearably emotional.

Jiang Chuan didn't wait to go a step further, caressing Cheng Jing's face, and asked in a hoarse voice while kissing delicately, "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Jing was dazed by his enthusiasm: "What's wrong with me?"

The face that was originally fair and delicate had just been treated with a mask, which made it look smoother and with a faint fragrance.Jiang Chuan rubbed his nose lightly and said, "You are not happy."

Cheng Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Am I unhappy?"

"Well, you're not happy." Face to face, Jiang Chuan only had eyes for boys, "Cheng Jing, I can feel it."

He knew from the beginning that Cheng Jing was a person who was particularly good at disguising.But after being together day and night for so long, although he couldn't guess what Cheng Jing was thinking, he could quickly detect something wrong with Cheng Jing's emotions.No matter how he conceals it, he can detect it.

Cheng Jing's eyes were filled with a layer of water, which kept flickering.He lifted Jiang Chuan's clothes, put his hands on the other's waist, rubbed his swollen crotch, and suddenly closed his eyes and hummed: "I miss you so much."

He never said it, but no matter how he tried to hide it, Jiang Chuan was sure that he was unhappy.It will be New Year's Eve in a few days, before going home, Jiang Chuan took Cheng Jing to meet Wei Zhan once.

Wei Zhan's psychological counseling office is located in S City, and all the staff are on vacation, but he is the only one who is still working.When Jiang Chuan and Cheng Jing came over, Wei Zhan happened to receive an afternoon tea takeaway and invited the two of them to drink coffee together.

Before Wei Zhan had done two depression checks for Cheng Jing, this was the third time.After the results came out, he was a little surprised and asked Cheng Jing repeatedly if something happened recently.

In the past few times, Cheng Jing's overall condition was exceptionally good, whether it was the inspection results or the observation results.But now, he has fallen into a severe depression again.

Wei Zhan tried various methods to induce Cheng Jing to say something.But Cheng Jing was always calm and refused in a helpless way.Even though Wei Zhan is an extraordinarily patient person, there is nothing he can do about it.

Avoiding Cheng Jing, Wei Zhan asked Jiang Chuan, "How long has it been since Cheng Jing cried?"

"Crying?" Wei Zhan thought about it seriously, "After his father passed away, he basically didn't cry anymore."

Wei Zhan frowned: "It's best to let him cry."

Jiang Chuan: "Why?"

"A person's mind is deceptive, but the body is the most honest." Wei Zhan tried his best to speak in a language that Jiang Chuan could understand, "Cheng Jing hid his true emotions, but his body would not cooperate with him. His vomiting reaction was caused by his body Transfer the pain for him, but that would hurt the stomach too much. It is best to let him cry out, after all, the pain out of the body is more conducive to emotional venting."

Jiang Chuan was a little confused.

He hadn't heard this kind of saying, but after Cheng Jing stopped crying, he could quickly detect that Cheng Jing's emotions were wrong, as if his body had already merged with Cheng Jing's body, and his perception could not even be felt. together.

They were scheduled to return to City Z the next afternoon, and they began to pack their luggage after returning to Miguo Street.Jiang Chuan didn't want Cheng Jing to do anything at first, but after thinking about it, he let him come in and out to clean up.

The yellow-haired and the black-faced celebrate the New Year here, and at night the four of them cooked hot pot together in the barber shop.Jiang Chuan was worried that Cheng Jing would vomit again, so he didn't let him eat more, and made another fish soup.While Cheng Jing was drinking the fish soup, Huangmao and Jinmao were watching eagerly from the side.Cheng Jing yelled yoyo, and one person and one dog all raised their heads, their eyes sparkling.

Heimian turned Huangmao's body over, filled a bowl of fish soup and handed it over.

After eating the hot pot, his body was warm, Jiang Chuan made a pot of fish soup wontons for supper, put them in an insulated box, and left the rest for Huangmao and Heimian, and took Cheng Jing back.

He has been paying attention to Cheng Jing's emotions, he is very calm, and he can still make some jokes, which is completely normal.But he knew that something was wrong with Cheng Jing.

Cheng Jing took a bath first, followed by Jiang Chuan.When she came out, Cheng Jing was drying her hair.Jiang Chuan walked over with wet short hair and hugged Cheng Jing from the front: "Blow it for me."

Cheng Jing asked him to sit on the edge of the bed, and stood by herself, holding a hair dryer in one hand, and fiddled with Jiang Chuan's hair with the other.

Jiang Chuan put his arms around his waist and stared at the boy's face for a moment.Cheng Jing paused for a while, and looked at each other: "Why are you looking at me again?"

Still holding Cheng Jing in his arms, Jiang Chuan lay down on the bed, turned over and pressed the boy with his thigh.He threw the hair dryer aside, put his arms around Cheng Jing's neck, and kissed his lips fiercely.

His kisses have always been delicate and affectionate, which gave Cheng Jing time to adapt and made it easier for Cheng Jing to respond.But today he didn't do that, he invaded like sweeping across the battlefield, forcing Cheng Jing to open his mouth to breathe, his limbs involuntarily entwined and clung tightly.

Cheng Jing was wearing a nightgown, and he pulled it away, put one leg in between, and reached out to touch the condom and ky.He held the edge of the condom in his mouth, kneaded Cheng Jing's chest with one hand, and stretched Cheng Jing's chest with the other.Without getting a kiss, his body was being played with like this, which had never happened before. Cheng Jing felt ashamed and inexplicably excited, and twisted his body to stick to Jiang Chuan, but bit his lips tightly and remained silent.

Jiang Chuan pressed Cheng Jing's twisting crotch, put on a condom, pressed it against the entrance, then leaned over into Cheng Jing's ear and said, "Do you want it?"

Cheng Jing snorted.

Jiang Chuan: "Honey, say you want it."

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The lower body twitched slowly and quickly, Jiang Chuan kissed his reddened eyes, kissed his forehead with fine sweat, but just didn't kiss him.Cheng Jing cried more and more fiercely, obviously enjoying the extreme sex, but the grievances in her heart grew one after another.

He cried and complained: "Jiangchuan...kiss me...please...kiss me..."

It was the first time he said the three words "I beg you", Jiang Chuan paused slightly, and finally kissed his lips.

As if longing for the spring rain, Cheng Jing breathed heavily, clenching Jiang Chuan's lips and teeth, unwilling to let go.The tears were completely uncontrollable, he put his arms around Jiang Chuan's neck, whispering Jiang Chuan's name aggrievedly while kissing.

The two of them acted extremely fiercely. When they stopped, Cheng Jing's chest was heaving greatly, and he curled up limply in Jiang Chuan's arms, and his tears still didn't stop.

Jiang Chuan saw that the corners of his eyes were red and swollen from crying. He was happy and distressed. He lowered his head and kissed him lightly, and said, "I'm sorry Cheng Jing, did I hurt you?"

Cheng Jing was distracted and could only cry.

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and pulled out a wad of tissues, and cleaned it up for Cheng Jing carefully.Cheng Jing finally stopped crying after a long while, and looked at Jiang Chuan as if his eyes had been washed with water.Jiang Chuan tucked the quilt up for him, then hugged him half sideways, and said in a low and soft voice, "Cheng Jing, stop suppressing yourself... I'm not an outsider, so don't wear a mask in front of me, or I will Sad."

Cheng Jing opened his eyes non-stop, as if seeing him for the first time.

Jiang Chuan smiled helplessly, lowered his head to touch his lips meticulously, and sighed: "I'm sorry Cheng Jing, I seem to have scared you."

Cheng Jing shook her head slowly.

Jiang Chuan said: "Then don't suppress yourself anymore, please cry when you are sad... Otherwise, I can only make you cry like this."

Cheng Jing's eyes flickered for a moment, and his arm under the blanket was around Jiang Chuan's waist, his voice was still crying, but it was much calmer: "Mom's company... I can't get it back..."

What Yan Qingshu did was a fatal blow to Cheng Jing.No matter why Cheng Yumin transferred the company to Nie Mingting's name, Yan Qingshu has already used his means to make Cheng Jing see everything clearly.He lost his former identity, and since then he is worthless and can only be slaughtered.

He can only give up, otherwise Yan Qingshu will continue to trample on his self-esteem, and may even trample on Jiang Chuan's self-esteem.Cheng Jing couldn't stand both of them.

He has been the pride of heaven since he was a child, and he is not perfect in any aspect. Even if he has a very high education, he can't hide the self-confidence and pride in his bones.And this point was seen through by Yan Qingshu.

It was my mother's hard work, where her passion and talent had been burning all her life, but he was unable to get it back... Cheng Jing thought of this, his chest suddenly hurt, and he was squeezed overwhelmingly with sadness, making him breathless, but I couldn't open my mouth to cry to anyone.

Cheng Jing didn't tell Jiang Chuan that he was taken to Sanya and was humiliated by Yan Qingshu so calmly.He just told about the company changing hands within a few minutes. Jiang Chuan listened quietly, his eyes getting darker and darker.

"Is there no other way?" Jiang Chuan asked unwillingly.

Cheng Jing said: "It is possible to buy shares, but now...but I don't have the ability to do that."

He hugged Jiang Chuan, shrunk himself into a ball, and stopped talking.

Jiang Chuan reached out to rub his cheeks, his fingertips were wet, knowing that he was crying again, so he didn't disturb him, let him continue crying in silence, and said in his heart: No, we can do it.Give me time, Cheng Jing.