The wealthy old attack and cub picked up at the construction site?

Saturday and Sunday are the rest time for the workers. Many of the workers on the construction site leave their hometowns to make money. The two-day rest time is not enough to go home. These energetic men stay together, so it is natural to think about it. Ways to consume time and energy.

The basketball game is fixed every Sunday afternoon.

On an open space that was spontaneously cleared by the workers, white paint twisted and twisted to mark various sidelines of the field. On both sides of the open space stood two basketball hoops repaired by iron plates.

Bare-shouldered men were sweating freely in this casual venue.

The employees in technical positions and the leaders of the construction site disdain to play with their dirty ordinary workers. The men are muscular and dark-skinned. Although they are not tall, they are full of energy on the court.

In stark contrast to them is a beautiful scene on the field, a black-haired young man with a well-proportioned figure and a handsome face, whose skin is made fairer by the red jersey.

The young man is like a little wild leopard, receiving the ball from his teammates, bending down to find loopholes, and breaking through the opponent's pincer attack.

Take off, throw the ball.

Three points! ! !

"Nice job!"

The basketball game spontaneously formed by the workers finally made Shen Liangan's three-pointer.

"Beautiful shot at the end, boy."

Just after the game ended, workers gathered around Shen Liangan and discussed the whole game.

"It's different to have a young man in the team." Someone in the crowd said such a sour sentence.

After hearing this, the tenth-level men of the calf-protecting school couldn't bear it at all, and the men whose adrenaline was still soaring started a conflict.

"You are young and don't break the law, so what's the matter with being young? Our Xiaoan's skills are beyond your lifetime. Under such circumstances, you can still score three-pointers. Who among you can do it?"

"If you lose, you lose. No matter how old you are, you can't afford to lose when you are too old."

"What are you talking about, Lao Zhang, do you want to be beaten by me again?"

"Try to touch me? Come on, let's see who beats whom!"

More than a dozen adult men crowded aggressively, trying to overwhelm each other with arrogance. This is probably the man's desire to fight.

Poor Shen Liang'an, a good boy, was squeezed among these angry people and became the calmest person among the dozen. He used his body as a railing to stop this inexplicable war.

"Hey, hey, everyone, stop arguing, we are all adults, there is no need to fight this way."

The men were all focused on how to overwhelm each other, so the scene would naturally not be good. Shen Liang'an's voice of persuasion was very weak among the group of restless men.

Seeing the scene out of control.

A well-dressed man in a suit and even a tie came from a distance outside the arena.

The man's aura was too strong, like a lion stepping into the circle of herbivores on the grassland. As soon as he approached, the restless workers felt a chill penetrating through their bodies at the same time.

Could it be that a leader came to inspect it?

The men waved their palms at each other's faces, paused in the air, and looked back timidly.

Ji Chengzhou was dissatisfied, and he didn't care about the workers who were blushing and thick-necked. The first thing that pierced his eyes was Shen Liang'an, whose facial features were entangled in the middle of the men's wrapping.

Shen Liang'an was uncomfortable, and Ji Chengzhou felt uncomfortable as well, and his good mood was instantly shattered.

Ji Chengzhou walked towards the crowd step by step, his face tensed even more, his hands wrapped around his arms, with a terrifying aura.

Just a newly hired designer, nothing to be afraid of.

Everyone comforted themselves, but their legs and feet receded obediently to the two sides, making way for this 'Mr. Designer' who seemed not to be trifled with.

Shen Liang'an hadn't figured out the situation yet, just as he turned his head, he felt a force on his wrist, dragging him away from the crowd.

As soon as Ji Chengzhou stood there, there was a kind of effect that the upper-level leaders came to inspect the work that ordinary people could not touch. The workers did not dare to breathe and watched the two leave the stadium.

Shen Liang'an was in a daze for a while, until the spotlights on the construction site shone into his eyes, and he realized that he was dragged out of the stadium by a man.

I played too hard just now, and my wrist was a little twisted. Now that I am being pulled by a man, there are bursts of tingling pain in my wrist.

It's just a small sprain, if it was in the past, Shen Liang'an wouldn't care about it, at worst, go back and apply more safflower oil.

But today, he only felt the tingling pain moving up from his wrist a little bit, until his chest also hurt like being pricked by a small needle.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, wait a minute." Shen Liang'an's wrist was forced back, and he was struggling.

I saw that the young man was pressed to the skin by a group of sweaty men with their shirts off, and he had to be stopped between the irritable people on both sides, enduring the attacks that flew in from time to time.

Only God knows how he feels.

Ji Chengzhou's mood was really not stable, he turned his head with a stiff neck, and lowered his head to look at the palm dropped by the young man.

"what happened?"

The anger in his eyes still existed, Ji Chengzhou didn't want the young man to see his ugly appearance, so he didn't look up.

But in his memory, the cheerful young man just stood behind him, neither answering his questions nor speaking.

Somewhat strange.

After all, Ji Chengzhou's anger could not last long in front of the young man, and he still lost.

All the helplessness and resentment were immediately forgotten when Ji Chengzhou saw the young man enduring the pain.

Concerned about it, Ji Chengzhou didn't dare to touch it. He could only scan the young man's body up and down, but he didn't see any bruises or wounds.

"Are you hurt?" Seeing that the other party was about to bite his lip, Ji Chengzhou became a little more anxious when he spoke.

Shen Liang'an has never been a flower bone raised in a greenhouse, so fragile that she can't bear even a little pain.

The work on the construction site was hard and tiring, being hit by flying stones and being pricked by wooden thorns, these were considered minor injuries. In the past three years, Shen Liang'an had suffered a lot of injuries all over his body.

Now because I twisted my wrist a little while playing, I feel aggrieved and sad. I really don't know what disease I have.

Shen Liang'an was immersed in self-enclosure, and subconsciously put the other hand on the twisted wrist.

It was only then that Ji Chengzhou noticed that the young man's left wrist was slightly red, and compared to the other wrist which was healthy, the joints were still a little swollen.

"You...you are such a big person, how can you..."

Concerned about chaos, a moment of urgency, the words of blame come to the lips.

Looking into the misty and wronged black eyes of the young man, Ji Chengzhou's temper like an eruption of an active volcano was instantly extinguished.

"Alas", the man sighed, and reluctantly took out the ice water hidden inside his suit.

Afterwards, the man tested the temperature of the bottle with his hand, took off the tie, wrapped the tie around the outside of the bottle, and carefully stuck it on the young man's swollen wrist.

"Ice first, let's go to the doctor." The man looked serious, not like talking about a small injury to a man's wrist, but discussing some kind of high-investment project with the leader.

The inexplicable grievance in his heart was covered by the man's reaction, Shen Liang'an looked down at his wrist, which was treated tenderly, and felt a warm current in his heart.

Well, his vision has never been wrong, Mr. Ji is indeed a very good man!

Ji Chengzhou didn't quite understand that when the young man raised his head to look at him, his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of light, but he was still so cute by the young man with his almond-eyed eyes widening like a kitten.

This is probably the 'mind blow' that the little girls in the secretariat always talk about.

An 'old man' who is disconnected from contemporary young people thinks so.

"What's wrong?" The atmosphere was too weird.

"No, you don't need to go to the hospital. It's just a trivial matter. I have safflower oil in my dormitory. Every time I twist it and apply some of that, the pain will be gone the next day." Shen Liang'an snorted with his other intact hand to the back of his head, Han Han smiled.

Shen Liang'an's wrist was injured, and the injured man's heart was so big that he wanted to eat, drink, and play, but Ji Chengzhou was worried all night, sometimes reminding the young man that it was time to apply medicine, and sometimes watching over the young man's hand that was trying to hold a heavy object.

"Perfect, eat chicken!!!"

The words 'Good luck, eat chicken tonight' appeared on the screen, and the young man leaning on the quilt shouted, almost hitting the bed board in excitement.

Ji Chengzhou who was originally at the desk appeared at the youth's bedside at some point, holding hot water in one hand and a red bottle of ointment in the other.

"It's the last time to apply the ointment. Your wrist has just been injured. You should avoid using it too hard." Ji Chengzhou stood there with hot water, looking a bit like an old father trying to persuade his playful son.

Fortunately, this 'playful son' was quite obedient, and said something to his teammate on the other end of the phone, "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, so I have to go offline first."

"No way, it's just a round and then it's offline. It's so boring. You kid, don't you go to accompany your girlfriend?"

"There is a situation, something is wrong, tsk tsk tsk~~"

"Seeing sex and forgetting friends..."

There were bursts of heckling voices from young boys coming from the phone.

"What nonsense, isn't it..."

His tongue couldn't be straightened out, and he couldn't speak clearly, and Shen Liang'an didn't know why he was flustered, his mouth was so clumsy that his cheeks turned red.

A wide palm snatched the noisy mobile phone, and directly clicked 'Exit Game'.

The noisy sound disappeared immediately.

"Apply the last medicine today, and if the wrist hurts badly at night, take a painkiller."

Ji Chengzhou moved a chair and sat beside Shen Liangan's bed, dripped a drop of red medicinal oil on his palm, rubbed the medicinal oil with both hands until the medicinal oil became hot, and then lightly placed the palm soaked in the hot medicinal oil on the young man's red and swollen wrist.

According to the advice of a professional, it is necessary to increase the force when applying the medicated oil to promote the absorption of the drug by the wound.

The strength of Ji Chengzhou's rubbing and stroking gradually increased, and Shen Liangan, who was forced to receive the massage, didn't feel much pain. Under these movements, the young man slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The medicated oil has almost been absorbed, and under the palm is the skin of the young man, which is more delicate than ordinary people.

Ji Chengzhou's eyes were dim, and after nearly 10 minutes of struggling, the man reluctantly removed his palm from the young man's wrist.

Even though he was enduring the pain, the man patiently helped the sleeping young man change his wrist-external posture.

The air conditioner was adjusted to the 25 degrees that the youth was used to, and the quilt that had just been washed by someone covered the young man's shoulders. Ji Chengzhou gently touched the young man's forehead with his fingertips like he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

The mobile phone in the left pocket was vibrating crazily. The man blocked the light from the mobile phone screen with his body, and lowered his head to quickly glance at the messages on the mobile phone.

The cold moonlight slanted in through the curtains, and the man walked out of the room slowly with the only light in the room behind his back.

The man didn't notice.

The moment the door lock fell, the young man who was supposed to be asleep in the quilt sat up.

"Where are you going so late?"

The eyes of the young man looking at the door are full of curiosity...

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I am struggling whether to update at twelve o'clock every day or at six o'clock in the evening.