Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong rushed home only to remember that he was going to make soup for Zhou Qingyan tomorrow, but he ran to the supermarket again in the middle of the night and bought all the ingredients before closing time.

The materials also include casserole and soup spoons. There is only one cooking pot at home, which is almost scrapped by him.

While cooking the soup, the phone rang.

"Nan Song, the owner of the truck has been found out," said the other end of the phone.

"What's it called?" Chen Nansong was lifting the lid of the pot to fill up the foam with a spoon, his face was full of steam.

"That..." The other end of the phone paused for a long time, and finally said in a small voice, "Chen Feng."

The spoon in Chen Nansong's hand fell to the cooking table with a snap.If hearing bad news is like being struck by lightning on the top of his head, then he will probably be chopped into coal cinders in the next few days, and he will disappear as soon as the wind blows.

Chen Feng and him are not in the same city, so the person who questioned the premise had to buy a ticket.

Chen Nansong hung up the phone without saying a word, lowered his head and continued to fill the soup, filled a small bowl of foam, the ginger hadn't been cut, and the water was gurgling in the pot.

He pressed Jiang, and the moment the knife fell, he couldn't collapse.

Bang!

Chen Nansong kicked the pot next to him, causing a mess in the living room, and the stainless steel steamer was dented by the kick.

All the bowls on the table were smashed.

In the corner, there were two kittens that had been carried back, meowing continuously, shrinking in their nests and shaking their bodies lightly.

Chen Nansong walked around the living room three times quickly trying to suppress his temper, but he waved his fist and smashed it on the glass, cracking both his hand and the glass, and the bloody smell from his hands floated into the air with the cold air.

If Chen Feng did this, how would he have the face to meet Zhou Qingyan, let alone face, kneeling down and kowtowing would not be enough.

He has a countdown bomb in his mind now, and it will blow up sooner or later. He is throwing himself into the sea now, and he will die.

The room was smashed to pieces by him, blood was all over the hands, mixed together, even the fingernails could not be seen clearly.

He squeezed his cell phone and called Chen Feng, the phone beeped a few times.

"Hey."

Chen Nansong roared, "What are you going to do? You have something to come to me, why the hell are you moving him!"

Chen Nansong finally nestled next to the cat's nest, with his whole body huddled together.

The pot on the stove was gurgling and boiling, and the water was almost boiled dry before the fire was turned down.

When there was half finger-height water left at the bottom of the pot, Chen Nansong went over to add some water, and the spoon was covered with blood. He exhaled twice, turned on the faucet, rinsed his hands, and stood beside him to continue cutting ginger slices .

The soup still has to be given away, and people like it from the bottom of their hearts, and their hearts really hurt.

Chen Bei was really right before, they are really fucking idiots.

It was also the first time for Chen Nansong to feel that he was really much better than before, and he would not stab himself with a knife.

"You're still hiding it from me. There's nothing to hide." Chen Nansong's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he couldn't smell anything in his nasal cavity.

The soup had to be boiled again, and it lasted until one o'clock in the morning. The fire on the stove was turned off. He sat in the living room all night, bought a ticket, and finally had to go back to that house to see Chen Feng.

The next morning he got up from the sofa, went to the kitchen to heat up the soup, packed it in an insulated box, packed it up and put it in the car, and arrived at the entrance of the hospital at nine o'clock sharp. He didn't feel anything when he went upstairs. stopped.

He felt guilty, he was afraid of seeing Zhou Qingyan.

After stopping like this for 3 minutes, the nurse in the corridor was about to make rounds, Chen Nansong froze for a moment, and pushed open the door.

Zhou Qingyan leaned on the head of the bed and turned to smile at him, "Come on, I thought you would come later, what good things did you bring?"

Chen Nansong looked at the man smiling at him, feeling pain like a needle prick in his heart.

"Tang, didn't we make an agreement yesterday." He laughed and walked inside with big strides.

"The sun has been pretty good these two days, I want to go out." Zhou Qingyan pointed to the curtain, and Chen Nansong helped to pull it open.

Chen Nansong sat next to him and opened the lunch box, "Just two more days, no, it's four days, I remember wrong." He glanced at the calendar.

"My body is lying stiff, and my waist hurts every night, and it's tossing to death." Zhou Qingyan helped his lower back after speaking, "It smells so good! Did you make it yourself?"

"I made it myself." Chen Nansong's voice was much softer.

He felt so uncomfortable, Zhou Qingyan said that his back hurts, not only his back hurts, Chen Nansong looked at his arm that had just had the plaster removed, and his heart tugged.

It was all caused by him. I don't know if Zhou Qingyan knew about it. He would rather this person know and slap him.

"Where does it hurt?" Chen Nansong looked up at him, his eyes were watery.

"Legs are a little sore, but everything else is okay." Zhou Qingyan stared at the lunch box before he had time to look at him, and was startled when he looked up, "What's the matter?"

Chen Nansong rushed forward to hug him, and put his head on his shoulder. Zhou Qingyan was startled, and reached out to touch his back.

Chen Nansong really cried, very embarrassing, "Why do you still smell so big of lemon in a hospital gown." He said in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Qingyan was completely dumbfounded, "I, do I stink?"

"Your lemons stink, don't they?" Chen Nansong held on to the man's shoulders, and the snot and tears hadn't been wiped off. How embarrassing it is for people to see it now.

The aunt in the next bed was stunned, the soup in her mouth leaked, she watched Chen Nansong cry with wide eyes, she happened to be facing his face, she could see clearly.

Zhou Qingyan pulled the bed curtain awkwardly, stroked Chen Nansong's back and said, "It's okay."

"Do you miss me too much?" Zhou Qingyan smiled a few times, his shoulders trembling.

"I want to die." Chen Nansong said.

He hugged him like this for a long time, until his arms became numb, and Zhou Qingyan's back was wet a lot.He turned his back to take out a piece of paper and wiped his nose for a long time.

"I'm sorry." Chen Nansong turned around and looked at him with red eyes.

Zhou Qingyan smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

"I'm really sorry for you everywhere." Chen Nansong almost collapsed again.

"Okay, my soup is cold, why don't you let me eat?" Zhou Qingyan smiled and shook his head at the broth on the table.

Chen Nansong hurriedly picked it up, "Eat quickly."

"What's wrong with your hand!" Zhou Qingyan asked while holding the bowl, looking up at him.

"I accidentally cut something yesterday." Chen Nansong said.

"Your family can cook like that, you use your own meat to make soup?" Zhou Qingyan was almost pissed off by him.

"Okay, it's okay, it will be fine after a while, I have thick skin." Chen Nansong laughed twice.

Zhou Qingyan didn't continue to say anything. He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, stunned.

"How is it?" Chen Nansong asked in front of him.

Zhou Qingyan turned his head and looked at him for a while, "You're enlightened."

"Does it mean delicious?" Chen Nansong took the spoon in his hand and put it in his mouth to take a sip, "As expected of me."

Zhou Qingyan laughed for a long time, and sat quietly while eating.

"By the way, I'm going out the day after tomorrow." Chen Nansong said.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Qingyan turned to look at him.

"Look at my sister." Chen Nansong lowered the smile on his face and made up a lie.

Zhou Qingyan didn't think much, just lowered his head and continued to drink the soup, "Come back early."

Chen Nansong didn't speak, just sat beside him and looked at him with his head propped up.

Every day until the evening as usual, the two of them didn't talk that much, even looking at each other, they didn't get tired of it.

Chen Nansong made a phone call on the way home.

If you call Chenfeng, just a word after connecting.

I will go back the day after tomorrow.

Snapped!

just hang up.

He didn't want to hear half a word, especially from that person's mouth.

It is estimated that he was responsible for the report, and Chen Nansong still kept thinking about it, thinking that his father would not turn around and torment others.

He snorted and laughed.

People who wouldn't even let go of their own son, how could they let others go.

It's just that he thinks too much.

Chen Nansong's car entered the community, flashed its headlights towards his house, and saw a figure.

Chen Bei dragged his luggage and stood at the door of his house.

"What's wrong with you? Did you commit a crime?" Chen Nansong poked his head out to look at him.

It's a cold day, and this man just stands here.

"Brother Yan called me and asked me to watch over you." Chen Bei took two steps forward with his luggage.

"What did he say?" Chen Nansong got out of the car.

"He said...you look abnormal. If there's nothing wrong, let me look after you. Don't let anything happen to you." Chen Bei said.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Nansong turned his head to look at him.

Chen Bei scratched the back of his head, "Also...let me keep a low profile."

Chen Nansong slapped him on the brim of his hat, "You're so fucking low-key."

"Damn, I'm here, so I'll just stay for a few days." Chen Bei watched the door open, squeezed Chen Nansong and ran in.

"When did he call?" Chen Nansong asked.

Chen Bei sat down on the sofa after turning on the light, "It was about 15 minutes ago."

He had just left the hospital at that time.

"You're really a scud." Chen Nansong walked to the kitchen, "There was some soup left yesterday, do you want to drink it?"

"Can I drink it?" Chen Bei turned his head to look at him, seeing that his face was about to change, he hurriedly said, "Drink!"

Chen Bei sat on the table with the bowl in his hand, and blew into the bowl one mouthful, "Did you scare Brother Yan, he actually called me, hey, your soup is quite delicious."

Chen Nansong sat across from him without speaking, and after a while he said, "I'm sorry for him."

Chen Bei dropped his spoon and stared at him, "Are you a fucking thing? You are so nice, you bastard is still cheating!"

Chen Nansong was dumbfounded by the scolding, "You're a bastard, who am I to find!"

"Then what are you doing?" Chen Bei instantly lowered his voice like a cat.

"I asked someone to check the truck driver." Chen Nansong said.

"Then what?" Chen Bei stared at him.

Chen Nansong's voice weakened when he raised his head to speak, "The car belongs to my father."

The air was quiet for an indeterminate amount of time, but Chen Bei was so stunned that the soup in his daze was cold.

"What the hell!! What do you mean!" Chen Bei suddenly yelled out, "Then Chen Feng did it? Was he also the one who reported it last time?"

The opposite party didn't speak, Chen Bei said, "Does Brother Yan know?"

"I guess I don't know." Chen Nansong lowered his head, "If you know, should you break up with me?"

Chen Bei didn't say anything, but actually he wanted to say that points are trivial matters, and seeing the court is the big one.

"What are you going to do now?" Chen Beiren was stupefied and asked in a floating voice.

"Go back." Chen Nansong looked up at him, "Help me take care of Qingyan, you are the only one here."

Tears were about to come out on Chen Bei's side, "I must be optimistic about him."

After a while, he continued, "But he's smarter than me, so he can definitely tell."

Chen Nansong lowered his head and hummed, "That's right."