Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

All the way home, Jiang Song didn't say a word to Gu Changxi.

He walked in front, and Gu Changzhen followed behind.

Once inside, he went back to the bedroom.

His stomach became more and more uncomfortable, he found a box of painkillers, took two pills and swallowed them.

He himself has always been doing quite well.

Originally, ever since Gu Changxi came to live here, these temporarily carried things have been left out in the cold.

But now Jiang Song felt that he was too pampering Gu Changxi, making him think that he had to rely on him for everything.

He also reflects on himself.

From simplicity to luxury.

Unlike the mechanized housekeeping, after Gu Changxi moved in, he didn't have a single meal, and he slept soundly at night.

Sometimes he felt a little uncomfortable in the middle of the night, and when he woke up, someone would protect him and pat his back to comfort him.

It is indeed comfortable to have someone to take care of at home.

But Gu Changxi is not the caring little padded jacket he was when he was a child after all.

In his own words, the two of them are a pure business relationship of "debt repayment".

According to the current way of getting along, Jiang Song eats other people's meals every day, let him rub his stomach when he sleeps at night, and let him wake up in the morning when he gets up in the morning.

Not to mention the relationship between the creditor and the debtor, even if he is Gu Changxi's former guardian, it is not so suitable anymore.

Now he owes Gu Changzheng, so it is understandable that Gu Changzheng wants to live in his house.But there is no need to follow the words of those children who say "can't leave his sight for more than an hour".

He decided to find a chance to talk to Gu Changxi today.

The guest room was well tidied up and the bed was spacious. If he didn't want to live there, then Jiang Song would move by himself and give him the master bedroom.

He didn't eat lunch, and after swallowing two pills, he didn't feel anything in his stomach.

Jiang Song rolled up the pillow, put on the quilt and fell asleep.

Didn't even have a dream.

There was a slight commotion in the kitchen.

The porridge has been left in the hotel with the bucket, and it takes time to cook new porridge.

Gu Changxi chopped up the ready-made vegetables and noodles in the refrigerator, cooked them, poured chicken soup and laid poached eggs, and took them lightly to the bedroom.

The person was covered in the quilt and curled up into a ball.

The ups and downs of the quilt were a little hasty, and it seemed that he did not sleep peacefully.

Gu Changxi peeled off the quilt a little, revealing Jiang Song's sleeping face.

Unlike Gu Changzhen's, Jiang Song's eyelashes are curly, and he looks very young when he closes his eyes.

Because his breathing was not smooth under the quilt, his pink lips were slightly parted, like young flower buds in early spring.

His delicate brows were slightly frowned, forming a shallow "chuan" between his brows.

"Get up." Gu Changzhen said in a stiff tone, and patted his back lightly twice.

Jiang Song was very tired, and it was not easy to wake up, his eyes closed again after blinking twice, and his brows frowned even tighter.

"Mr. Jiang, get up and eat." Gu Changxi raised his voice slightly.

"Huh?" Jiang Song woke up slowly, looking at him with a dazed look, "What?"

"Get up and eat." Gu Changzhen repeated again, without any ups and downs in his tone.

Jiang Song buried his face in the pillow, "I won't eat, you are busy with your work."

Gu Changxi reached out and touched his forehead, but it didn't burn.

His tone slowed down a bit, "Why don't you eat? Are you feeling sick again?"

"No discomfort," Jiang Song regained consciousness a little, cleared his throat, "I'm just not hungry."

Gu Changzhen frowned and looked at him.

He obviously said he was hungry in the hotel.

"Eat a little even if you're not hungry." Gu Changzhen held his shoulders, trying to help him up.

Jiang Song's stomach is weak, and it is not a trivial matter to go hungry.

Jiang Song dodged back and moved his hand away, "I will eat when I am hungry, so I don't need to worry about such trivial matters."

The painkillers were starting to wear off, but he didn't want to show weakness at this point.

This time, if he gave in, this little bastard would definitely push his limits and cause endless troubles.

"Don't bother me?" Gu Changxi smiled coldly, "What can I worry about? Or do you want me to call Xing Ce's mother now, lest Mr. Jiang make a mistake?"

Jiang Song didn't expect this kid to move out and threaten him just after seeing his aunt today.

"What are you doing when you call someone? When they say something polite to you, you take everything seriously?" Jiang Song knew in his heart that Ms. Miao Hongyun was not completely polite to Gu Changxi, but he didn't feel that she was being polite to them either. relationship has a correct understanding.

It's just that he was not easy to correct at the time.

"Yes, I take everything seriously." Gu Changzheng stared at him, "Especially those things that others promised me so swearingly."

Jiang Song knew that he was bringing up the incident a few years ago again.

He sent him away with that.

But he and Gu Changxi had nothing to explain, they just said bluntly: "Then Mr. Gu does have room to grow."

When Gu Changxi spoke again, he was already gnashing his teeth, "Uncle taught me a lesson."

Jiang Song didn't eat enough, didn't sleep well, and had to compete with this "unfilial son", two painkillers couldn't bear it at all.

He fumbled for the medicine from the bedside, and just as he was about to dig out two more pills, the medicine was taken away by Gu Changxi.

"You..." Jiang Song wanted to grab back, but he was not geographically dominant, and when he stood up for a while, his stomach protested.

He couldn't hold back his waist, and let out a soft "hiss".

Gu Changxi immediately bent down to protect him, and picked him up without saying hello.

"Mr. Gu, don't just hug me, I can't afford it." Jiang Song slowed down a little, and supported his knees to get down, his forehead was covered with sweat just as soon as he moved.

Gu Changxi covered his upper abdomen and said in a low voice, "I was wrong."

Hearing his confession, Jiang Song was a little relieved, but also a little confused, "What did you do wrong?"

"It's not uncomfortable, okay?" Gu Changxi pressed his palm against his stomach, his eyelids were a little red.

Jiang Song felt that he didn't care much about him, and his words were not serious.

What does it mean that you are crying, little brat?

"No, two big men, I don't think it's very suitable for you to hug as you say all day long. If you have any thoughts, just say it. Why are you crying?" Jiang Song's tone became softer as he talked about it.

Even if he hates himself for not living up to expectations, he really can't see Gu Changxi like this.

He used to have a cold and even sharp handsome appearance, but now his golden eyes are flushed, and the wet eyelashes are clustered, making him look more and more soft-hearted.

"I just have a little stomachache, and it's not hard." He didn't know why he was coaxing Gu Changxi by himself while being so angry.

Sitting on Gu Changzhen's lap, he was already taller. He lowered his head and wiped Gu Changzhen's eyes lightly, "What's there to cry about? You are a man in your twenties, why do you always cry when you say you want to?" What? My stomach hurts and I didn't cry, why are you crying?"

He sighed: With the ability to reach the sky, he is still a child after all.

Gu Changxi was silent for a while, then brought him the noodles.

Jiang Song didn't dare to refuse at this moment, he honestly took it in his hand, scooped up a little and ate it slowly.

The shredded noodles were nothing to eat, but Gu Changxi adjusted the taste very well, and he felt he had some appetite after eating a little.

"I'm eating, don't cry." Jiang Song held the bowl in one hand and wiped Gu Changzhen's tears with the other, "God, why are you... making a big splash?"

He had originally prepared a draft to ask Gu Changzhen to move to another room, but now that he was in such a situation, he couldn't speak anymore.

"Eat," Gu Changxi said with tears on his face, but his tone was still cold, "It's going to be cold."

Jiang Song ate almost half of the bowl in small bites, and just about to say that he couldn't eat any more, Gu Changxi took his bowl, "Is the relationship between He Yilan and Mr. Jiang so good? You must eat the cake he made ?”

Of course not.

Jiang Song explained to him in a good voice: "That's his wish, I can't eat it, I'm going to let him take it back. But if you come here and refute his face directly, then he must have a bad impression of you. "

"Why do I want him to have a good impression of me?" Gu Changxi's eyes were gloomy, which didn't match the wet corners of his eyes.

"..." Jiang Song felt that he couldn't understand him, and he didn't intend to continue to compete with him.

He froze on Gu Changxi, afraid that if he moved, the bastard would cry again, so he softly asked for his opinion: "How about I get up first?"

During the meal, Gu Changxi kept rubbing his stomach silently, and after eating, he was no longer uncomfortable at all.

Gu Changxi pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, touched his stomach, and pulled his pajamas back into place before putting him down.

Seeing the little boy crying, Jiang Song gave way to him for the past two days, and He Yilan didn't mention it again.

Gu Changzhen didn't talk to him much, but he was happy.

Go to bed at [-]pm, wake up at [-]am, and sometimes take a nap.

After a while of sleeping half a round and waking up half a round, Jiang Song's body has obviously improved.

Some time ago, he was in poor health, so he had to ask Gu Changxi to help him take a bath.

Fortunately, Gu Changzhen just helped him into the bathtub, and carried him out after washing.

Jiang Song doesn't mind the trivial things like meeting each other frankly, after all, he and Gu Changxi have lived together for so many years.

He watched Gu Changxi grow up, and he himself has nothing to make Gu Changxi feel fresh.

And he really couldn't stand for long at that time, and his eyes started to turn black within a few minutes, and it was really not very realistic to take a bath by himself.

But now that he is in much better health, he doesn't intend to trouble Gu Changxi all the time, so he told him, "Today I can just wash it myself, and I don't need a bathtub."

Gu Changxi was reading emails on the computer, when he heard this, he raised his head, "No."

Jiang Song didn't expect his legitimate request to be rejected so directly, "What's wrong with that?"

"You are not in good health, and it will be very troublesome if you fall." Gu Changxi obviously felt that there was nothing to discuss about this matter, and quickly looked down at the screen again.

Jiang Song felt that it was outrageous, "It only takes me 10 minutes to take a shower, how can I slip and fall? And if I slip and fall, I stand up, what trouble can I have?"

"How long has it been since the plaster was removed, and Mr. Jiang has forgotten the lessons learned from the fracture?" Gu Changxi answered him without raising his head.

"I didn't wake up at that time, but now I'm awake." Jiang Song vaguely felt that Gu Changxi looked down on him too much, but he tried his best to calm himself down, and moved his feet towards the bathroom, "I'll wash up soon good."

"Crack." Gu Changzhen closed the notebook and stood up neatly, "No."

Jiang Song figured it out, and Gu Changxi was an outstanding benchmark in the face world.

I depend on him for everything these two days. He opens his mouth as soon as the food is delivered, closes his eyes as soon as the quilt is covered, gets up when asked to get up, and walks when asked to walk.

In line with the media's embellishment a few days ago, "Gu's Boss took Mr. Jiang's son to leave the xx hotel quickly, and the onlookers couldn't help worrying about the bleak ending of Beijing Yimei", Gu Changxi obviously couldn't find his position, and wanted to ride him Became a dad.

"I've lived by myself for so many years, don't I know if I can take a bath?" Jiang Song didn't understand, and turned to argue with Gu Changzhen.

"You have lived by yourself for so many years, don't you know what kind of life you have become?" Gu Changxi kept his hands in his trouser pockets, and first won in terms of height.

Jiang Songka paused for a while, "But I can really take a shower by myself."

"Prove it to me." Gu Changxi looked down at him slightly.

Jiang Song couldn't believe his ears, "What? How does this prove?"

"It's okay for me not to intervene, but I want to be by the side to ensure the safety of my property." Gu Changxi took on the tone of talking about business again.

"You want to watch, right?" Jiang Song made love to this bastard today, "Whoever doesn't see who is a grandson."

He is a man in his thirties, how can he be afraid of being watched when he takes a bath?

He strode into the bathroom, took off his pajamas, threw them on top of the washing machine, and walked into the bathroom.

Gu Changxi also came in and leaned against the door frame of the bathroom.

As soon as he looked down and saw the long scars on his ribs and thighs, Jiang Song's movements dragged for a moment.

But thinking about it, Gu Changzhen must have seen him before when he was taking a bath in his arms, so he didn't care too much.

The bathroom was surrounded by amber lights, and the scars on his body were not too conspicuous, like a faint feathery shadow covering his lean body.

The warm air in the bathroom flows slowly, releasing the fine woody aroma in the essential oil.

That was the smell that Gu Changxi always had.

Jiang Song bent down, and a string of joints protruded from his spine, like beads made of suet jade.

He went into the shower and turned on the faucet.

When the hot water poured down, the beads seemed to be newly rubbed with oil, giving off a soft luster.

His hair was wet and pulled back by his five-clawed golden dragon, exposing his smooth and white forehead.

"I told you that I can wash myself." His lips were wet with water, as moist as onyx.

As he spoke, a star of bright white light flickered.

The temperature in the bathroom is getting higher and higher, and warm water vapor is bubbling up, swimming slowly in the air.

Jiang Song squeezed a pump of shampoo into the palm of his hand, rubbed out the bubbles, and put it on his head.

After not washing his hair for a long time, he realized how careful Gu Changzhen was when washing his hair, never getting foam into his eyes.

not like him.

I lost my eyes before rubbing it twice.

Once you lose your vision, the gaze of others seems to be everywhere.

While washing his eyes with his eyes closed, he said to Gu Changxi who was behind him, "I'm fine, you can go out."

Behind the foggy glass, his figure was indistinct. Water droplets sprinkled on it, and occasionally a water mark slipped out, mottledly revealing his lower back.

That section of pale and smooth sag, can't wait to make people lose their minds and souls.

Unable to hear Gu Changxi's response, Jiang Song quickly washed his hair clean, "Have you gone out yet?"

He rushed for a while, and the oxygen in the air seemed to be thinner.

Jiang Song pressed his chest and took two deep breaths, subconsciously supporting the wall.

The hot water was turned off, and the tiles were slightly cool to the touch, which made him feel a little better.

He slowed down for two or three seconds, and squeezed a ball of body wash into the palm of his hand.

It was his favorite, and the sweet aroma of English pears filled the air instantly.

His breathing is also much easier.

It's just that when the hot water poured down, he couldn't breathe again.

Before the foam on his shoulders was washed off, he turned off the hot water, leaned on the handle of the glass door, pushed it open a little and asked in a low voice, "Are you still there?"

The dizziness made him a little uncomfortable, and the stainless steel handrail was stained with water, and it was slightly slippery when he grasped it.

Still no one paid him any attention outside.

He couldn't see the bathroom door until he pushed the door all the way open.

Gritting his teeth and finishing the rush, Gu Changxi may have returned to the living room.

Thinking of this, Jiang Song turned on the hot water again.

The oxygen seems to be diluted by hot water, and every breath becomes extremely difficult.

Jiang Song leaned on the wall, barely pushing his body forward, his legs were so weak that he barely had the strength to push the door.

"Changxi..." He yelled in a low voice, regretting that he overestimated himself.

What are you doing so bravely?Is it okay for someone to give a bath?

If no one came, he would kneel in the shower.

He gritted his teeth, and shouted in fragments: "Gu Chang...Gu Changxi!"

The glass door opened from the outside, and he almost fell into Gu Changxi's arms.

Gu Changxi's cotton shirt was wet against him.

Except for one hot spot, that hug was cold.

Jiang Song even vaguely felt cold water dripping from the tip of Gu Changxi's hair.

He didn't understand, and he was still worrying about it in a dizzy state, "It's winter, have you gone...to take a cold shower?"

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