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When he got home, Ming Yang took a shower and lay down on the bed to play with his mobile phone. Mia called and said excitedly, "I applied to be your assistant. Did you see the document for personnel transfer?"

"I haven't had time to watch it yet, but Mr. Jiang told me." Ming Yang's elbows were numb, he turned over and lay on his back, and asked doubts, "Didn't you want to be Cheng Zui's publicist? Why do you want to follow me again?" ?”

"Cheng Zui is an idol, I thought about it, idols, you shouldn't get so close, just look at them from a distance." Mia grinned, "Besides you are so good, I have to hold your thigh tightly Ah, that's too generous!"

Ming Yang didn't understand what she said about righteousness, and was asking the bottom line, Jiang Chongnian came out of the bathroom and grabbed his half-dried hair, and pressed Ming Yang to lie down, leaning on his shoulder.

Ming Yang's separated legs wrapped around Mr. Jiang's waist, playing with his earlobe with one hand, and Jiang Chongnian also kissed the corner of his lips.

Mia was at the phone terminal, typing tirelessly, "By the way, Yangyang, the procedures for the apartment you sent me have been completed. The decoration style is my favorite, so I can just pack my bags and move in."

When Ming Yang heard it, he also wanted to see what style it was.Mia took two photos and sent them to him, saying, "I told my family about this when I went back to celebrate the New Year, and my mother thought I was someone else's mistress!"

"Whose mistress are you?"

"Your!" Mia paused and became interested, and joked: "Although I hate San, if you want to accept me as San, I will run towards you even if I stumble! How about it?"

"not so good."

The words were answered by Jiang Chongnian. Mia was silent for a moment, coughed, "Hello? The signal is not good, I...Hello? Are you still there? I'm not here. I'll hang up." The voice fell, and the phone was hung up.

Ming Yang held the phone in a daze for a while, then dropped the phone and touched Mr. Jiang's face, "Honey, you seem to scare Mia."

"Yeah." Jiang Chongnian held him still, and closed his eyes comfortably, "She has taught you bad things, you should be scared." He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt next to them to cover the two of them, and touched the bright light with his fingertips. Yang Yang's clear ribs commented: "It's too thin, my wife should eat more, and she will be healthier if she is fatter."

Ming Yang followed suit, "I'm much fatter than Cheng, I'm about to die of fat."

"Zai Zai is going to lose weight now. How about I give Zai Zai an extra month's salary for every catty he eats?"

"Okay!" Ming Yang once again felt that making money is really easy!

Jiang Chongnian turned sideways, put his legs on him, and hugged him at eye level, "LookBook's shooting location was chosen in country L, and the plane will fly in the early morning of the day after tomorrow. My wife doesn't have to go to the company tomorrow. She has a day off and gets up after a full sleep to pack her luggage."

Ming Yang frowned, and asked in surprise, "What about Mr. Jiang?"

After the incident at Wuming Mountain, Ming Yang didn't feel safe in places where Mr. Jiang was not around.

"Zaizai want me to come together?"

Ming Yang lowered his eyes and said nothing. Mr. Jiang also has his own job, so how could he keep pestering him.But he was a little scared, and he didn't know what to do if he was not in China and couldn't speak the language.

The young man looked very aggrieved, and he didn't say anything about his grievances. He put his head close to Jiang Chongnian, and comforted himself sensiblely, "I'll go by myself, and I'll be back after working for a few days, don't be afraid."

Jiang Chongnian deliberately added fuel to the fire, reminding: "I have to go for about a month, not only for the lookbook, but also to shoot a themed promotional video, and I have to follow along."

Ming Yang buried his head and didn't speak immediately, silently counting how many days, how many days and nights there are in this month.After thinking about it, he raised his face abruptly, unwilling to accept it, and said, "I have to be separated from Mr. Jiang for so long! I can't..."

"Yes, we will be separated for a month." Jiang Chongnian squeezed his chin, "Let's get closer tonight."

"Well..." Ming Yang agreed, and emphasized in a low voice: "Can it not be so long, the photo is taken very quickly, ten days is good..."

"My wife doesn't want me?" Jiang Chongnian kissed his forehead, and said with a smile: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so I can't bear it now? How can I concentrate on my work like this?"

Ming Yang shrank his hands in front of him, and slightly curled his legs, feeling even more aggrieved.

"Not happy?"

"A little bit unhappy..." Ming Yang reached out and hugged Mr. Jiang tightly. After making out, he relaxed and accepted him. He still held Jiang Chongnian's index finger tightly until he fell asleep, for fear that he would run away.

Early the next morning, Jiang Chongnian was about to go to the company. When he was a teenager, he felt that the temperature was a bit high. He went downstairs and took a thermometer to measure 38 degrees.

Ming Yang originally didn't want to wake up, but when he heard the word hospital, he opened his eyes in fright, and shrank into the bed.

Jiang Chongnian had no choice but to coax him not to go, and brought hot water to take medicine.

"Last night, I went to the top floor to blow the air, and kicked the quilt at night, so whoever is sick will be sick."

Ming Yang had a red nose, took the medicine with his eyes closed, got into the quilt and stayed there, when he was drowsy, he saw that Mr. Jiang was always by his side.

Later, he was woken up by Jiang Chongnian, Ming Yang fell asleep, his head was very heavy, and his whole body had no strength.After taking the medicine and sleeping for a while, the temperature only increased but not decreased. Jiang Chongnian picked him up, looked for clothes to cover him and said, "Good boy, go to the hospital and see if there is no injection."

"No, no..." Ming Yang shrinks back in fear.Holding his reddened face, Jiang Chongnian persuaded him in a soft voice: "If the temperature goes up, Zai Zai will really burn into a little fool."

Ming Yang shed tears silently, he resisted in his heart, and he didn't want to become a fool, forcing himself to dress and put on shoes accordingly.

When I went to the hospital and smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant, I could still hold back my tears. When I went to the ward, the doctor squeezed the water for the saline injection.

"It's like a mosquito bite, it doesn't hurt." Jiang Chongnian let him lean on and covered the boy's eyes.

Ming Yang had never been bitten by a mosquito in his impression, so he was even more afraid. When the nurse wiped the disinfectant on him, his hands were shaking, and finally he cried out loudly, and cried even louder when the needle was inserted.

Jiang Chongnian couldn't even win the paper, he was distressed and wanted to laugh, he didn't need to think about it, it would be even more difficult to bring him to the hospital next time.

"I told the doctor whether it would be okay to take medicine without injections. Zaizai heard it just now, and I can only hang salt water if I want to be completely cured."

Ming Yang couldn't listen at all, his eyes were red from crying while lying on the bed, the more he comforted him, the more he cried.

During the flu season, there are only double rooms in the ward.The person in the bed next to Mingyang was watching TV at first, but he was not in the mood to watch TV when he heard the noise from Mingyang's side, and his attention was all on this side.

Ming Yang noticed that the other party had been staring at him, sniffed to hold back his crying, and buried his head in Mr. Jiang's arms.Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but secretly looked at that person, and found that I was still looking at him...

The moment they looked at each other, Xu Xi jumped off the bed and sat next to Ming Yang, and said, "Do you want a red string? It's free!" As she spoke, she took out a red string from nowhere.

Wen Yan Mingyang was taken aback for a moment, did not move, and asked Mr. Jiang with his habitual eyes.

The person finally stopped crying, and Jiang Chongnian helped wipe away the tears while explaining: "The red thread is what people used to conclude marriages or matchmaking appointments in the past."

Ming Yang stretched out his hand, "I want it."

"That's right, I'm Yuelao, what's your name?"

Ming Yang didn't understand again, Jiang Chongnian patiently explained to him, "Yuelao is... the god of marriage, who cares about marriage."

Xu Xi nodded again and again, Mingyang became interested, forgot the pain in his hand, and politely said: "Hello Yuelao, my name is Mingyang."

Xu Xi held the red thread and tied it on Ming Yang's ring finger, and introduced, "Ming Yang, let me tell you, my red thread is really very good. You and your husband will last forever. In the next life, or even the next life, the next life, the next life." Next time... we will be together forever!"

Ming Yang was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, and waited carefully for him to tie it up, for fear that it wouldn't work if it was loosened.

"Great, thank you Yuelao! Being able to be with Mr. Jiang forever, I will wake up with a smile in my dreams!" He said, pulling Jiang Chongnian's hand over and tying it to the other end of the red thread.

"The red line will disappear, but it will be invisible, so don't worry when it's gone, it's always there."

Yuelao helped them tie the red thread, smiled with satisfaction, and asked them to close their eyes. Ming Yang quickly closed it and carefully covered Mr. Jiang's eyes. Later, he felt a cool breeze blowing through his fingers. When they opened their eyes again, the red thread tied to their fingers really It's gone!

Yuelao still needs to be hospitalized, and Mingyang wants to go home after hanging the water. On the way back, he looked at his ring finger boredly, and asked curiously: "Honey, is he really a fairy? Where did the red line go?"

Jiang Chongnian held his open hand and felt the need to explain that the other party might be a quack or a fortune teller, but he couldn't put it so bluntly...

"He and Zai Zai performed a little magic trick. The meaning of the red thread is very good. It is as if we are bound together, and Zai Zai will not be able to escape even if he wants to."

"I'm not running."

After taking the medicine at night, the fever almost subsided.Ming Yang watched Mr. Jiang help him pack his luggage, and he couldn't stop him.

Standing at the door of the room with a glass of warm water, he saw the picture book in the box, and said sadly, "I don't want the story book, I don't want to read it myself, I want you to read it!"

Jiang Chongnian glanced at him with a smile, "Turn it over when you can't sleep, it works really well."

"Humph."

Ming Yang was not happy, and suddenly realized that Mr. Jiang's consent was required for the company to go to L country to collect scenery, and he agreed...

He doesn't think about himself at all...

Now that I am so happy to pack my luggage, I can't wait to let myself go.

good and bad people...