Ye Luo Zhiqiu

Chapter 48

After a night of nothing, Yang Yong opened his eyes the next day and saw Wang Jian staring at him intently. He was startled, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to see you!" Wang Jian grinned, then pulled out the arm resting on Yang Yong's neck calmly, and stretched it.

Hearing this, Yang Yong smiled, closed his eyes again, and said lightly, "Don't you have to go to work?"

"The company is fine for the past two days!" Wang Jian said with a smile, then got up and said, "Ah Yong, come to my place and continue working!"

"No need, let's talk about healing the injury!"

"I will explain it in the company!" Wang Jian was a little anxious.

Yang Yong opened his eyes, shook his head, and said seriously, "No need!"

The voice was cold, Wang Jian was speechless, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

"I'll sleep a little longer!" Yang Yong yawned, his mouth was vague.

"I'll accompany you!" Wang Jian said, lay down again, turned sideways, and gently hugged Yang Yong.

Yang Yong stopped talking and let Wang Jian hug him like this, but he couldn't help but think of Ma Jun in his heart.

Leaving without saying goodbye, I wonder if Uncle Ma is worried?Yang Yong was depressed and held back all day, so that after he got up, Wang Jian went out to buy ingredients and asked Yang Yong what he wanted to eat. Yang Yong replied flatly: Whatever.

The two of them slept until nearly eleven o'clock before getting up, so Wang Jian volunteered to cook and went downstairs to buy ingredients.

Watching Wang Jian leave, Yang Yong moved his body slowly, came to the sofa and sat down, habitually lit a cigarette, and thought quietly.

Wang Jian seemed determined not to let him contact Uncle Ma again. Uncle Ma would be anxious. Yang Yong secretly cursed Wang Jian for his dictatorship, and even confiscated his mobile phone.

Thinking of this, Yang Yong couldn't help feeling anxious for a while, and smoking could not alleviate this anxiety.

Unable to bear the cigarette butt out, Yang Yong thought: No, I have to find a chance to tell Uncle Ma.

Worried about Yang Yong, Wang Jian came back soon. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the smell of smoke. He frowned and said in a persuasive voice, "Smoking less!"

Yang Yong glanced at Wang Jian, did not speak, but lit one again.Gu Yi and Wang Jian are fighting.

Wang Jian shook his head and went to the kitchen with the ingredients.

Watching Wang Jian leave, Yang Yong put down his cigarette and said to the kitchen, "Find me a notebook, I want to go online!"

"I'll take you shopping this afternoon!" In the kitchen, Wang Jian replied without talking.

"Ayong, how do you peel potatoes? Just peel them with a knife?"

Yang Yong was thinking about something, and said absent-mindedly: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yong fell silent, lying on the sofa and closing his eyes.

After a long time, the long-time Yang Yong was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, there was a burning smell, and then Wang Jian's violent coughing sound was heard.

Opening his eyes, Yang Yong watched in astonishment as Wang Jian escaped from the kitchen, then glanced at the kitchen, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

"Well, I accidentally overcooked it!" Wang Jian laughed dryly and said, "Why don't we take it out? What do you want to eat?" Wang Jian opened the window.

"It's up to you!" Yang Yong closed his eyes, and quickly thought about how to contact Uncle Ma after he had a computer.

Ma Jun doesn't have QQ and the like. Of course, I don't know if Yang Yong has one. Anyway, Yang Yong rarely sees Ma Jun surfing the Internet, so he probably doesn't have it.

Thinking of this, Yang Yong couldn't help but smile wryly. It turned out that he didn't know many things about Uncle Ma very well after spending several months with him. What a failure.

Soon, Wang Jian hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, stroked Yang Yong's neck with his big hand, and didn't speak.

Feeling irritated by being touched, Yang Yong opened his eyes, glared at Wang Jian, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, here is my mark!" Wang Jian smiled, withdrew his hand, and stared at Yang Yong like this.

Yang Yong was terrified by the look, and couldn't help but ask: "What mark?"

"Hey!" Wang Jian just kept laughing, very strangely.

"Say it or not?" Yang Yong was annoyed.

"The Mark of Joy!"

Hearing this, Yang Yong suddenly remembered that when he saw Wang Jian that day, he was taken to the hotel by Wang Jian. At that time, Wang Jian was very rough, and there was probably a bruise there.

Thinking of this, Yang Yong blushed immediately, no wonder the nurse looked at him in a strange way that day.

Yang Yong was ashamed and angry, stretched out his hand to push Wang Jian, and said coldly: "Get out!"

"What's the matter?" Wang Jian was still laughing.

"I saw your hippie smiling face, it's so ugly!" Yang Yong said bluntly, and then saw the latter's face darken quickly.

Yang Yong was slightly startled, but on the surface he remained calm, only when he angered Wang Jian, but did not become completely enraged, would he have a chance.

"You want me to treat you coldly every day?" Wang Jian sneered.

Yang Yong didn't speak, but stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a while, Wang Jian snorted coldly, got up, went to the kitchen, and cleaned up the burnt food.

Yang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the takeaway was brought in, farm stir-fry, plus an egg soup.

Wang Jian stared at Yang Yong with a dark face, and said two words: "Eat!"

Yang Yong agreed, let's start and eat.

After dinner, Wang Jian sat at the other end of the sofa, smoking a cigarette, without saying a word.

Yang Yong said sullenly: "Find me a notebook!"

"Yes!" Wang Jian agreed, got up and left.

The moment the door was closed, Yang Yong's heart suddenly became excited, and soon, he would be able to contact Uncle Ma.