Because he didn't sleep all night and was still on the road, Jiang was exhausted physically and mentally.

As soon as he reached the seat, his eyelids began to fight.

But there was something he wanted to say in his heart, he forced his eyelids, tilted his head, and looked at Wen Shiqing.

Wen Shiqing noticed his gaze, raised her eyes slightly, and asked him what he was going to do.

Jiang already pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, leaned slightly, and leaned closer.

He was dirty and sweaty.

It was also thanks to Wen Shiqing's good temper, otherwise he would definitely kick him out of the car.

"Uncle Wen, are you doing the same to other people?" He asked in a low voice, like a thief, and carefully glanced at Assistant Yang who was driving ahead.

Assistant Yang was very professional and had no intention of eavesdropping. He drove with his back straight.

Wen Shiqing saw his small movements in his eyes, suppressed his smile, and then said helplessly: "What should I say?"

Jiang already fiddled with the corner of his clothes, coughed lightly: "That's it..."

He twitched and said: "I was bullied last time. You came here after a phone call and took me in. This time you came to pick me up early in the morning. Obviously you can tell Xu Mucheng to come pick me up, but youI still came by myself..."

He thought he was being aggressive. It would be fine if Wen Shiqing could find a reason, but if he couldn't find a reason, he had to admit that he had other plans for him.

Then he took advantage of the victory to pursue and press him to ask, what exactly is he planning.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shiqing smiled lightly, and answered the wrong question: "So, I still have to ask Nephew Jiang Xian, it's all right, why didn't you call Mu Cheng to pick you up, instead you called my cell phone?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a human being.But he took the initiative in his own hands in an instant, and Jiang Ji was beaten by him in an instant.

Now he can't tell Wen Shiqing that he has nothing to do with Xu Mucheng. If he does, Wen Shiqing will definitely help his family, not an outsider like him.

He bite the bullet and poked his neck: "It's such an early day, Mu Cheng slept late last night, of course I can't wake him up!"

As soon as these words came out, the air in the car became quiet.

Wen Shiqing still had a slight smile on his lips, and his expression was calm: "So, Xiao Jiang is not willing to disturb Mu Cheng, but uncle?"

Jiang Ji: "..."

It's over, I dug a hole for myself to jump.

Wen Shiqing didn't seem to care what he had to say, lowered her eyes lightly, and sighed softly: "It seems that I am the only one in Xiaojiang's heart."

I don't know what this means, but Jiang already felt that it should not be a bad word, so he nodded immediately: "Yes, it means that I still like Uncle Wen very much."

Wen Shiqing raised his eyebrows noncommittally and chuckled lightly.

So, instead of asking the answer he wanted, Jiang Ji fell into the trap by himself.

He didn't bother to ask, anyway, he said too much and made mistakes, who knows what else Wen Shiqing can do to him if he asks again.

Thinking of this, he simply closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

There was no movement nearby, Wen Shiqing looked over, only to see the young man with his head tilted, curled up on the chair in an extremely twisted posture, his lips parted slightly, and he let out a small breathing sound.

He only glanced briefly, then closed his eyes to rest.

Assistant Yang, who was a bystander, listened to what he said just now.

He didn't dare to look back at what the two of them were doing, so he could only fight against the injustice gently in his heart.

In fact, Mr. Wen also slept quite late last night...

This sleep, fell asleep for a long time, and had a strange dream by the way.

In a daze, his body was slightly touched, Jiang Jimi opened his eyes, but there seemed to be a fog covering him in front of him, he couldn't move it no matter how hard he moved, and he couldn't see anything.

It wasn't until his fingers touched a trace of temperature that he subconsciously grasped the temperature.

The fog in front of him seemed to have dissipated a bit, and his eyes could vaguely see the outline of Wen Shiqing's appearance.

Jiang already breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he was dreaming, obediently and instinctively hooked the opponent's neck, bent his arms, and hung on the opponent's body.

He was very scared. In the dream just now, he was the only one left. He had walked a long way, surrounded by a piece of whiteness. No matter how he ran, he couldn't get out of the white mist.

Now that he finally saw the person, he was afraid that Wen Shiqing would disappear again in the next second.

However, Wen Shiqing in front of him seemed to move his lips and say something, but Jiang couldn't hear clearly, so he tried to open his eyes to distinguish what the other party was saying.

In the end, he struggled, but his head became heavier and heavier. He closed his eyes weakly, and the movements of his hands almost relied on instinct and the struggle in his heart.

The young man groaned and lay on the chair. Wen Shiqing just bent down to wake him up, but was suddenly hooked by the other party's neck.

It's not very appropriate to say hook, because the opponent's hand is weak and weak, it seems that it is just lying on his shoulder.

Assistant Yang's expression changed in fright, and he hurriedly said, "Boss Wen, are you alright?"

Wen Shiqing froze and didn't move, and Assistant Yang didn't move either.

After a while, the man seemed to realize that he wanted to tear off the boy's hand, but the boy opened his hazy eyes and looked at him moment after moment.

He thought Jiang had woken up, his brows relaxed slightly, but he didn't speak yet.

The boy sat up straight, then fell into his arms in a daze, wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his head in his arms.

The smile on the corner of Wen Shiqing's mouth dissipated, and a dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth to call Assistant Yang, he heard the young man's small voice, which seemed to be rambling, without beginning or end: "Uncle Wen, I will die, I will die in Yanjing..."

Wen Shiqing paused, didn't move, and didn't pull him out.

After a while, Assistant Yang seemed to have finally come to his senses, and quickly said, "Mr. Wen, let me come?"

Wen Shiqing nodded: "Don't wake me up, I guess I'm dreaming."

His finger slid slightly on the corner of the boy's eye, wiping away a tear that fell.

Assistant Yang helped Jiang Ji up, wanting Jiang Ji to lean on him.

Who knew that Jiang Ji didn't know if he was still recognizing someone in a dream, and he grabbed Wen Shiqing's clothes with his fingers and wouldn't let go.

Wen Shiqing smiled helplessly: "Forget it, let him fall asleep."

Assistant Yang: "..."

He once again refreshed his understanding of Jiang Ji.

It is not an ordinary person who can make Mr. Wen make concessions again and again.

Jiang already seemed to know that the thing he was grasping hadn't disappeared, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he slept a lot more at ease.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a sofa.

He propped his elbows on the sofa and stood up slowly.

The surrounding environment was extremely strange, he rubbed his eyes swollen from sleep, and stepped on the ground.

The cold touch dissipated more than half of his remaining drowsiness. When he lowered his head, he realized that his shoes were missing, and his feet were slippery on the floor.

He glanced at the blanket draped over him again.

Before going to bed, stayed in Wen Shiqing's car, and this place was like an office.

So this is undoubtedly Wen Shiqing's office.

The author has something to say:

I went to get vaccinated today, and it hurts so much.

It feels like it’s been updated at three o’clock in the morning recently, wipe away tears

Ah yes, and wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival, just zongzi, zongzi yyds!!