After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

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The atmosphere is like a tightly twisted leather rope, if it is loosened, it will hurt both sides.

The smile in Wen Yueming's eyes was so strong that he couldn't help it. He retracted his hand from Shanruliu, looked at Cheng Jianyu, and said the half-joking words to Jiang Yan, "So proactive today? It seems that I want to treat you to dinner, otherwise I have failed you. "

Cheng Jianyu was stunned for a moment, his expression froze for a moment, and it disappeared in a flash, before regaining his usual composure, he whispered "um".

Wen Yueming took off his white coat and hung it on the hanger casually. He was wearing a fine-quality sweater, and the collar of his exposed shirt was straight. He was meticulous, intellectual and gentle. He looked more like a scholar in a university than a doctor.

Jiang Yan's expression was frightening, like an angry beast, staring at the two of them, wanting to eat them alive.

"Let's go." Wen Yueming patted Cheng Jianyu on the shoulder, Cheng Jianyu lowered his eyes, followed him out the door without saying a word.

The office door was locked with a "click", Jiang Yan pouted his neck, and fixed his eyes on the door. The nurse came back to his senses and looked at him cautiously. The neat sideburns were bulging, and the originally hideous pink scar was distorted like a caterpillar, scaring him. He didn't dare to export the atmosphere, and squatted down to pick up the tray lightly.

A few minutes later, Jiang Yan leaned back on the chair, his chest was heaving violently, and his heart had a severe headache, as if someone had splashed sulfuric acid on it.

He didn't feel anything for a few seconds just now, and felt that he was going crazy. Why did Cheng Jianyu let him go to heaven and let him go to hell? Fuck, why?

His straight and strong legs are wide open, looking at the white light on the top, the halo spreads out into circles, the sharp Adam's apple rolls faintly, and he covers his eyes with one hand, like a stray dog ​​abandoned by its owner, stubborn and powerless, without passion , Warm tears oozed from between his fingers, he quickly wiped them off with the back of his hand, held his eyelids hard, and held back the tears.

Men don’t cry easily, Jiang Yan never shed tears, even in Essai, the moment the bomb exploded, he pushed Wen Yueming behind the wall in a split second, and shards sharper than knives shot into him violently The doctor in charge of the operation told him that if it was two millimeters deeper, the gods would have no way to recover, and he didn't care about the threat of death.

So he didn't understand, tears were like a flood, he couldn't help it, the more he endured it, the more intense it became, the convulsive nerves were agitated, tears fell down patter, like a child.

Jiang Yan tried his best to suppress tears, took a deep breath, raised his hand suddenly, and slapped himself hard, the clear voice echoed in the air.

The tears finally stopped.

He stretched his arms, took a few paper towels and roughly wiped his face, got up and walked to the sink, turned on the cold water, splashed on his face, gritted his teeth and looked at the man with red eyes in the mirror.

It's really fucking useless, crying is useless.

Be a man and stand up and fight.

In the hospital parking lot, the interior decoration of the white Spyker is simple, and the clear leather texture of the same color is low-key and full of beauty, reflecting the taste of the owner.

Wen Yueming chose the French cuisine in the commercial street, which has a good reputation. The back seat is spacious. Cheng Jianyu opened the door and looked at the bare flower beds outside the window.

"See Yu." Wen Yueming looked straight at his thin side face, and reached out to stroke his soft and fluffy hair.

Cheng Jianyu turned his head, pursed his lips and smiled, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Yueming looked into his eyes, "Do you regret it?"

"No." Cheng Jianyu's mind is numb now, and the bulging energy is rushing around in his body, thinking that he is reckless. If he is incapable of love, isn't he hurting Wen Yueming.

Wen Yueming smiled lowly, deliberately teasing him, "How did you feel just now? What were you thinking?"

Cheng Jianyu scratched his eyebrows and thought about what to say. Wen Yueming's Germanic assistant and driver came, opened the driver's door and sat in. He turned around and asked, "Which restaurant are we going to?"

The words are quite standard, it seems that I have practiced a lot, Cheng Jianyu was thinking, and suddenly the driver exclaimed happily, "Mr Jiang!"

Cheng Jianyu looked at the car window, Jiang Yan put his hands in the pockets of the hoodie, strode over, stood in front of the car, bent over and glanced at the back seat, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, opened the door with one hand, and sat in.

"Uncle, don't you mind if I sit by for a meal?" Jiang Yan's voice was inexplicably hoarse, and he turned his head to the side, looking at Yu and Wen Yueming.

Wen Yueming squinted at him, with a half-smile, "I don't mind."

Cheng Jianyu frowned, sitting between them, with his side arm next to Wen Yueming's arm, Jiang Yan sat up, opened his legs wildly, his warm and firm thighs were pressed against his legs, and he could almost feel the tense muscles, which was indescribable weird.

He felt a little sick.

Three big men crowded in the back seat, the co-pilot was empty, the driver looked in the car mirror and looked at them curiously, "Mr. Wen..."

"Go eat French food." Wen Yueming said, turned his eyes to Cheng Jianyu, and smiled slowly: "Southwestern France likes to eat duck, especially roast duck. Do you want to try it?"

In order to relieve the discomfort, Cheng Jianyu asked: "How is it compared to Peking duck?"

"It's not comparable." Wen Yueming said while fastening his seat belt, "It's very similar to Huaguo in that Burgundy uses rabbits as ingredients, but the taste is still not as good as Huaguo's dishes."

Cheng Jianyu smiled slightly, "I don't know much about French cuisine. I thought the only popular ones were snails and foie gras."

The two people asked and answered, there was back and forth, Cheng Jianyu's discomfort gradually eased, he relaxed his body, leaned back on the chair, Jiang Yan followed him, leaned back, like a father, stretched his arms, and casually rested on the back of the chair, because it was very casual, The hand drooped naturally, and the fingertips touched the soft and fair skin of Cheng Jianyu's neck.

He didn't seem to notice it, and looked at the front casually, "David, what song is playing on the radio?"

"bsp;?? The sensitive skin on the back of the neck was tense. Cheng Jianyu felt the temperature of Jiang Yan's fingertips. He grinded it slowly. His neat nails scraped and itched. He turned cold and squinted at Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan didn't move, as if immersed in the music.

Cheng Jianyu was about to sit forward, but Jiang Yan put his knees aside, and firmly suppressed him with brute force, not giving him room to move.

Cheng Jianyu narrowed his eyes, turned his head to the side, Jiang Yan also turned his face, his black obsidian-like eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see through him, and Cheng Jianyu noticed that his eyes were red with a few strands of bloodshot, half of his cheeks It was red and swollen, and there was a sense of decadence all over his body, which looked pitiful.

Is this still Jiang Yan?Cheng Jianyu has never seen Jiang Yan in such a miserable state. In his memory, Jiang Yan was crazy, evil, hateful, ruthless, and gnashing his teeth hatefully. When would he be in such a mess like now, like a bereaved dog rolling in the mud? , Baring his teeth and screaming, trying to be brave,

Cheng Jianyu almost didn't know him anymore.

The hotel was not far away, and the service staff saw the three of them brighten their eyes, and their eyes turned excitedly on Jiang Yan's face. They led them to the box next to the window, set up a round table, and sat down one by one.

Wen Yueming held the ordering tablet with one hand, swipe it to order dishes, and said casually: "Jianyu, this dish is seasoned with yellow mustard. I remember you don't like spicy food very much, do you mind?"

"do not mind."

"Okay, let's have another creamy oyster soup..."

"This won't work." Jiang Yanqu knocked on the table, interrupted him, and said calmly, "He is allergic to seafood."

Wen Yueming looked up at Cheng Jianyu, "Are you allergic to seafood?"

Cheng Jianyu nodded truthfully and sighed, "Well, I only discovered it a few years ago."

"You have been separated for too long, you don't know many things about him." Jiang Yan said lightly.

Wen Yueming glanced at him meaningfully, handed the menu to the waiter, then turned his eyes to Cheng Jianyu, and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity that I didn't take you to eat seafood before, otherwise you will remember the allergens."

Jiang Yan folded his arms, retracted his jaw, and said in a deep and slow voice, "It's okay, I took him to eat."

He was ashamed to say that he remembered Cheng Jianyu's allergens, otherwise it would make Wen Yueming feel more uncomfortable.

Wen Yueming and Jiang Yan looked at each other for a few seconds. Jiang Yan was the one he watched and grew up with. His mind was as white as paper, and they were both men, so they had clear thoughts in each other's minds.

Cheng Jianyu glanced at the two of them left and right, smelling an unusual aura, and silently looked at the colorful teacup in front of him.

Fortunately, the serving speed is very fast, and the food with excellent appearance breaks the embarrassing atmosphere. Caviar and cocktails are served with fresh bread as a simple appetizer.

"See Yu."

Wen Yueming looked at Cheng Jianyu for a few seconds, squeezed his thin face, and said quite seriously: "Too thin, a few more catties will make you healthier."

Cheng Jianyu was really thinking, too busy with work, eating irregularly, even if he wanted to gain weight, he couldn’t gain weight. Just as he was about to tease himself, Zhi’s slender and clean hand came into view with a delicate plate on which was white bread coated with caviar , Jiang Yan said flatly: "You are quite thin, you should eat more."

Maybe it's because his timbre has a subwoofer-like feel to it, but when he said something similar, it was very ambiguous.

Cheng Jianyu stood up without changing his face, and found any reason to get some air, "I'm going to the bathroom, you guys eat first."

After finishing speaking, he walked out without turning his head.

Jiang Yan tilted his head, quietly watched his back disappear, turned his face, Wen Yueming slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with a square scarf, with a smile in his eyes, the uncle and nephew looked at each other again.

Jiang Yan straightened his long legs, absent-mindedly, knocking on the cup for a while, and had a good relationship with Wen Yueming. He respected this knowledgeable uncle since he was a child, even though Wen Yueming was only ten years older than him, and Jiang Shan always ran behind Wen Yueming when he was young. Wen Yueming is considerate and meticulous. He is still a half-grown child and has already learned to take care of the younger generation.

Whether in Wen's family or Jiang's family, Wen Yueming is very unique. He is different from the idlers from rich families. He is a gentleman, graceful and gentle, and has a firm heart to study medicine to benefit ordinary people. Such a person can eat everything anywhere. The road was given the green light until the sudden turnaround accident.

In Jiang Yan's eyes, Wen Yueming has always been the glory of the family, and he deeply sympathizes with Wen Yueming's experience. There is no competition between them, and he can let go of whatever Wen Yueming wants.

Only Cheng Jianyu can't.

Wen Yueming held the mirror frame with one hand, calmly said, "Jiang Yan, do you think you still have a chance to get back together?"

Jiang Yan turned the flipped cup over, glanced at him, and poured steaming scented tea with the teapot, "If you can get up early, the first love is for memories, and you haven't been together, right? "

Wen Yueming shook his head with a smile, and said slowly: "If you don't come with me today, we will be together."

"Uncle, you taught me not to talk too much." Jiang Yan handed him the tea and whispered, "He is still not your man."

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