Outside the manor, Wen Shiqing lit a cigarette and leaned against the side of the car.

Today is his car.

The smoke is lingering, and the taste of nicotine melts in the air, making it particularly strong.

He lit his cigarette, shaking off the scattered ash.

The lights on the second floor of the villa in the manor were still on. It used to be dark when he came back to the manor at this time.

So before Jiang Ji came to this place, Wen Shiqing seldom went back to this place. He seemed to be more satisfied with the Daping floor in the city center.

Now this place has become his two points and one line of foothold.

After smoking the cigarette in his hand with Wanfeng, Wen Shiqing entered the building.

Jiang already sat on the sofa and fell into a drowsy sleep. He originally went up to the second floor to sleep, but he was a little scared to be alone, so he simply went downstairs to wait for Wen Shiqing.

With something in mind, when he heard the door open, he even forgot to put on his shoes, and ran to the entrance with bare feet.

Wen Shiqing still had a lingering smell of nicotine on his body, so Jiang Ji pounced on him without saying a word, smelling the smell of cigarettes.

Not offensive.

Jiang already sniffed and buried herself in Wen Shiqing's arms.

Wen Shiqing was caught off guard by his pounce, raised her arms to hug him firmly, and dragged her slippers into the room.

He touched his head strangely, the boy's hair was soft and soft, he frowned: "What's wrong?"

The head buried in his arms moved, and then drilled a little further.

It can be seen that the mood is very bad.

"It's nothing, I just miss you a little bit." Jiang Ji hummed coquettishly, his voice was listless, like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Wen Shiqing carried him inside and smiled, "You're acting like a baby."

Jiang already snorted, but it was rare that he didn't refute.

He is really acting like a baby now.

From the moment Wen Shiqing appeared in his line of sight to the moment when he hugged a real person, Jiang Ji felt that the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

Even if that person is Tang Suisui, it doesn't matter if Tang Suisui is bullied, even if Tang Suisui is dying, it has nothing to do with him.

Why should he take the responsibility on him.

Having figured it out, Jiang had already hung himself on Wen Shiqing's body, and did not get off. He said sullenly, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Shiqing put him on the sofa, "Huh?", probably because he didn't understand what he said.

Jiang already lay in his arms, yawned lazily, "I don't seem to be in a good mood."

He grabbed his collar and sniffed it: "I'm still smoking, I'm sure I'm not happy."

Wen Shiqing paused, hugged him and sat on the sofa, pulled him out of his clothes, revealing the youthful face.

Jiang was stunned for a moment, a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

Wen Shiqing didn't speak, looked at him, smiled for a while, raised his hand and pinched his face: "It's nothing, you are cute."

Jiang already rubbed his face and smiled foolishly: "I know."

"So, don't change the subject!" Jiang Ji looked at Wen Shiqing, and forcefully brought the topic back: "Did something happen to you recently, and you don't stay home all day, I knew you must be in trouble."

Wen Shiqing was amazed by his sensitivity, but also a little slow to receive his kindness.

He rubbed the top of the boy's hair, and the daylight fell from above his head.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled: "I have encountered some, but they have all been settled."

Jiang Ji groaned, probably because he knew he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask.

Anyway, no matter whether you talk about it or not, it's just something about the Xu family, or it's something about the company.

Jiang has recalled the plot, and it seems that no other major events have happened to Wen Shiqing or Xu's family during this time period.

Of course, the plot has changed beyond recognition now, and Jiang Ji can no longer completely rely on the development of the plot.

It's like what happened today, and it's not in the plot at all. At this time, Tang Suisui and the others should be fighting in dire straits, facing the damn Shura field all the time.

And Tang Suisui lingered among several stock-buying attackers, causing readers to quarrel and quarrel in Chaohua.

Under such circumstances, how could the author arrange for Tang Suisui to be bullied? Is it true that he is not afraid of being sent a blade?

Jiang Ji is now not at all sure about the direction of the plot, and is not sure what the situation is.

He raised his hand and pinched Wen Shiqing's face. The man's face is not very soft, but it's not rough either. He looks handsome even without skin care products.

He couldn't put it down, and said: "Has Uncle Wen checked Huo Qi? I never know his details, and I always feel uneasy."

Wen Shiqing looked at him, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Assistant Yang is investigating, it may take a while."

He held the young man's hand and whispered softly, "With uncle here, even if he dies, uncle will die first."

Jiang Ji was a little stressed now, and he was a little scared when he heard the word death, and quickly covered his mouth: "Bah, bah, we won't die! Neither of us will die!"

Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed through his mind, as if he had seized the opportunity, Jiang had already started to lay the groundwork.

"Then what, for both of us to live a long and long life." Jiang Ji said cautiously: "Uncle Wen, look at how busy you have been recently, you still have to pay attention to your health, why don't we take some time to go for a physical examinationone time?"

Jiang Ji had this idea a long time ago, but because he didn't have any good reason to speak up, if he said that suddenly, Wen Shiqing might not respond.

Wen Shiqing patted his head and refused, "No, I have a regular physical examination every month."

ah this

Jiang was stunned for a moment: "Ah, are you so punctual?"

Wen Shiqing raised her eyebrows: "Are you really afraid of my death?"

Jiang has nodded sharply.

Wen Shiqing leaned forward slightly, pressed his forehead against his, breathed heavily, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't die, and I won't die because of Xiao Jiang."

Jiang was stunned for a moment, his whole body was a little hot, and the hot air rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.

He was a little overwhelmed.

He had heard a lot of love stories, but just one sentence from Wen Shiqing could make his heart tremble.

Jiang already thought that maybe he lacked love too much.

No one has ever said to live for him, so Wen Shiqing said that when he lived for him, he was like a snowball falling on the ground, rolling and stumbling, even if it would melt in the sun.He still thinks this moment is beautiful.

Jiang already moved his head, rubbed against Wen Shiqing's head, pursed his lips and said, "We will live well."

When went there in the morning, Zhang Wen, the know-it-all, immediately reported the latest news.

As expected, Tang Suisui entered the hospital.

Zhang Wen described it vividly, dancing with his hands and feet: "You don't know how tragic the scene was yesterday! I heard that Tang Suisui was beaten to the brink of death, and the security guards called an ambulance when he saw it, otherwise he might have died in the dark yesterday night.A windy night."

Lu Heming was not very interested, so he tapped on Jiang Ji's paper: "Have you finished your weekend homework?"

Jiang Ji: "..."

He looked confused: "What homework? What else is there?"

The last class yesterday was self-study, so he hurriedly finished writing.

Lu Heming rubbed his forehead, looking at him like that, he knew he didn't write it: "The English teacher has assigned a weekly report again, please write it quickly, because you won't be able to hand it in later."

Jiang Ji didn't want to listen to the gossip now, and looked around for his weekly newspaper.

Just kidding, Tang Suisui is not as important as his homework!