Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

Gong Cheng glanced at Bentong's exposed, slender neck and looming collarbone, and immediately felt a little short of breath.

"So many medicines?" Ben Dong didn't notice Gong Cheng's strangeness at all, his attention was all focused on the big bag of medicines.

"En." Gong Cheng avoided his eyes and cleared his throat, "Well, there are internal medicines and external medicines, should you take the medicine first, or should I give you medicine and massage first?"

"Get some medicine first."

In fact, Ben Dong had already looked in the mirror when he was taking a shower just now. The injury on his back was a little more serious than he imagined. Almost from the right shoulder to the area above the waistline, it was all bruised and purple. Large, looks shocking.

Ben Dong was sitting sideways on the sofa, with his shirt off on one side, revealing his thin and strong back.If it weren't for this large bruise and black and purple, Ben Tong's figure could be called perfect.

Gong Cheng sat behind Ben Tongjiu, and when Ben Tongjiu took off his clothes at first, he was still worried that he would not have enough concentration and would do some shameless hooliganism.But when he saw the injury on Ben Dongjiu's back, he felt pain in his head and heart.

"This man's attack is too dark!" Gong Cheng cursed in his heart: Damn it, if Lao Tzu meets him, he'll hit the ground until he looks for his teeth!

The strength in Gong Cheng's hand was already the lightest, but Wen Dong was still sweating from the pain on his forehead, he gritted his teeth, and pretended to be relaxed and teased: "That man was kicked to the ground by me, and he couldn't even stand up." I can't stand up, I'm ashamed."

The more relaxed Wen Dong said, the more distressed Gong Chengcheng felt.Even though he was in so much pain, he still had to worry about other people's feelings while talking and laughing, Gong Cheng would rather Wen Dong just say that he was in pain, that he was uncomfortable, and that he couldn't bear it.

Thinking of this, the movements of Gong Cheng's hands became more gentle, even with a kind of devout admiration.He put his hands on his back, caressing the tight muscle lines of his back, his firm and powerful shoulders, his thin and clear waistline...

Gong Cheng applied the ointment bit by bit on Bentong's bruised and black and purple scars, with no distractions, with a hot, scalding enthusiasm and persistence that could melt all ice and snow.

Was it because he was afraid that Ben Dong would catch a cold, Gong Cheng used the fastest speed to help him get the medicine, and then ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

It is said to be washing hands, but it is actually calming my restless heart.Gong Cheng looked in the mirror, the vigorous desire in his eyes slowed down for a few minutes before he felt his breathing regain a calm rhythm.

When he went out again, Ben Dong had already put on his clothes, lying on the sofa with his arms crossed, his chin resting on his arms, and tilted his head to look at Gong Cheng.The bangs on the forehead also tilted to the side with the movement, looking like a big obedient golden retriever.

"Thank you for today..." Ben Dong said.

Gong Cheng walked over, sat next to Wen Dongjiu, and said, "We are friends, there is no need to be so polite... That, the Zhang Yi you mentioned today belongs to you..."

The heartache is over, and the commotion is over, it's time to talk about business.

Gong Cheng thought: This Zhang Yi seems to be the closest young woman around Bentong now, and besides, Wendong fought with the National People's Congress today because of her, so the relationship between the two of them is a problem that has to be guarded against.

"It's my senior sister. I used to be in the same school as a graduate student, two years older than me. When we were in school, we both worked as reporters for the school newspaper. After graduation, we were able to enter the TV station smoothly because of the introduction of my senior sister." Wen Dong was biased. head, say.

"Oh." Gong Cheng's heart, which was still hanging in the air just now, suddenly let go, "Then...does she have a boyfriend?"

Wen Dong frowned and thought for a while, before saying, "I guess not yet..."

Speaking of this, Wendong felt strange again. Zhang Yi seemed to be on blind dates often, but he couldn't understand why he still didn't fall in love with him. Could it be that, as she said, a good man these days has eyes above his head, Or have you all gone to find a boyfriend?

"What? Are you interested in my senior sister?" Wen Dong suddenly looked at Gong Cheng warily as if remembering something.

Gong Cheng: "..."

I am interested in you!fool!

"I have never met your senior sister," Gong Cheng put on a pitiful expression, "How is that possible!"

"That's right! Hahaha..." Wen Dong was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed out loud.

For the next week, Gong Cheng came to Bentong every night to help him apply medicine and massage at home, and the bruises on Bentong's back gradually disappeared.

Every time he comes, Gong Cheng will bring a few boxes of blueberries, go to the kitchen to wash them up, put them in small bowls, and bring them out for Bentong to eat.

And Ben Dong also quietly bought a pair of slippers that were exactly the same as his own and put them at the door for Gong Cheng to wear.

The two of them sometimes meet up to eat out, and sometimes they make casual dinners at home.If Ben Dong came back late from overtime, Gong Chengcheng would wait for him at the entrance of the TV station, and then the two of them would walk home together.

After dinner and medication, the two of them would nestle on the sofa and watch a basketball game together.Gong Cheng and Wen Dong were the main players of the school basketball team when they were in school. They both liked to play and watch. Sometimes they could shout more energetically to a game than the commentator.They even made an appointment to play basketball together when Bentong's injury healed.

The life of being able to see Ben Dongjiu every day is so beautiful that Gongcheng began to hope that Ben Dongjiu's injury would not recover so quickly.

The news program about asking for wages for He Gong and the others was also broadcast as scheduled. Because of the arrogance of boss Zhu and the arrogance of his subordinates, this incident of wage arrears for migrant workers has aroused widespread public attention.Relevant departments also quickly intervened and actively dealt with it. In the end, He Gong and the others successfully got back their hard earned income.

In order to thank Bentong for their help, He Gong and a few migrant worker brothers went to the TV station to find them, and brought them a lot of native products such as local eggs and spicy sauce from their hometown. They thank you.

Wendong thought they couldn't shirk, so he had to accept it.

They do their best to make news, not for these things, but for the people who send them.

Help people in need, report things that need to be known by the public, be objective and calm, use the lens to describe the world, and use news to realize your own value.

Ben Dong looked at the souvenirs sent by He Gong and the others, and suddenly felt that no matter how much suffering and grievances he suffered, it was nothing. Being able to do what he wanted to do and help those in need was a sense of satisfaction. And the sense of accomplishment is something that no amount of money can exchange.

With a smile on his lips, Wen Dong took out his mobile phone, took a photo of a souvenir, and sent it to Gong Cheng.

"Authentic local eggs, homemade hot sauce, do you want it?"

Gong Cheng quickly sent a greedy emoji, "Is there still something for me?"

"Come to my house at night, bring some side dishes and beer, and I'll give you half after watching the game."

"No problem! See you tonight!"