Antidote

Since the atmosphere between them two minutes ago was still very tense, even if the situation just eased, Cheng Ke is not willing to show special attention now.

But he sat on the chair and watched it for at least two minutes. Jiang Yuduo kept looking like that, looking sideways, looking down at his arm under the tap under the cold water.

The arm is still shaking. To be honest, the wound is quite long, but it is not too deep. For the injured professional household like Jiang Yuduo, it should not hurt to tremble.

It may be frozen.

Seeing the weather, it might snow in the middle of the night, and Jiang Yuduo was so cold in the water... Even if it was trembling in the cold, wouldn't it be necessary to rush?

Meow jumped off the sofa and walked from Cheng Ke's leg to the kitchen, his tail rubbing against his ankle.

Cheng Ke found the entry point and said to the kitchen: "Is Miao hungry?"

Meow screamed as he rubbed against the kitchen door frame.

But Jiang Yuduo didn't move, still staring at his trembling arm intently.

Cheng Ke hesitated and stood up. No matter what he said, there was something wrong with it.

"Jiang Yuduo?" He yelled at the door, but he didn't dare to get close.

Jiang Yuduo's face was slightly off, the angle was very small, if you look closely, you can't notice it, but she moved a little bit and continued to freeze again.

Cheng Ke admits that he is a little scared now. Combined with the moody impression that Jiang Yuduo has always given him, he always feels that if he is close, Jiang Yuduo will pick up the kitchen knife on the cutting board next to him and cut it towards himself. .

"Are you okay?" Cheng Ke walked to the pool and stood behind Jiang Yu.

Just rushed to Dabin's previous sentence, "Third Brother, let us look around, I'm afraid that you will be stared when you leave".

Jiang Yuduo seemed to move a little harder, and turned back slightly.

Cheng Ke didn't speak any more, reached out and patted lightly on his back, Jiang Yuduo's body shuddered like an electric shock.

"I turned off the water." Cheng Ke said slowly turning the faucet on.

Jiang Yuduo's arm was still stretched over the pool, and Cheng Ke grabbed his hand carefully, and pulled it back.

Jiang Yuduo's hands and arms were scary, and the wound had been washed a bit white, but after a few seconds, blood began to flow out of the wound. It seems that Jiang Yuduo said that his low platelet was not deceptive. The wound now looks the same as the newly wounded one.

"Are you sleeping?" Cheng Ke asked.

"...No." Jiang Yuduo's voice was dumb.

"That rush for so long?" Cheng Ke said, "I thought you..."

"I dare not move." Jiang Yuduo said, his voice was very soft, with a subtle vibrato.

"What?" Cheng Ke froze.

"They saw you," Jiang Yuduo said, frowning, his lips pale.

"Who?" Cheng Ke asked. "Are those people who just fought?"

"No." Jiang Yuduo still frowned.

"Who is that?" Cheng Ke stared at his face.

Jiang Yuduo's face was completely free of the usual arrogance and tugging, twisted eyebrows and drooping eyelids, and a slightly pale face, which made him look miserable.

Cheng Ke asked him no more, but was silent.

When Cheng Ke wanted to pull him back to the living room, he raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Ke: "I'm fine, you go out."

Cheng Ke stared at him for a while, Jiang Yu's eyes were empty, he could not see any emotions, but it was not completely blank, and inexplicably made people feel fear.

Fear from Jiang Yuduo.

Cheng Ke nodded, turned back to the living room, and sat next to the table.

He didn't look in the kitchen anymore. He always felt that Jiang Yuduo didn't want anyone to see him like this.

Cheng Ke looked at the salt spreading on the table and a few bags that had not been finished with the barbecue, sighed softly, took the bottle of terrible wine and poured it at the bottom of the bowl.

Jiang Yuduo's eyes made him a little uneasy.

This look does not match Jiang Yuduo's usual state. He feels that he is not a person with such a look.

However, this is not the first time Cheng Ke has seen it.

"The bad guys I've seen," Jiang Yuduo said, "more children and grandchildren than you shot."

At that time his eyes were very similar to now.

Forget it, don't want this anymore.

Cheng Ke is not a curious baby, and his long-term upbringing does not allow him to get to the bottom of someone who is not close to him. Even thinking about it in his head would be embarrassing and a little embarrassing.

He hugged the cat that had jumped onto the table, squeezed its paws and shook the grains of salt sticking to his hair.

"Want to steal something to eat, right?" he whispered, taking Meow's paw to his mouth. "These things are very salty. You can't eat, don't believe you lick your paw?"

Meow didn't lick his paw, but just took a few bites on his finger.

"Today you will spend the night here." Jiang Yuduo said from the kitchen.

Cheng Ke turned his head to look at him.

Jiang Yuduo has recovered his usual appearance, and the hoarseness in his voice has disappeared. This change surprised Cheng Ke.

…The birth of dramatists.

But soon he felt guilty that he would have such a first reaction, frowning and not speaking.

"Don't look unwilling," Jiang Yuduo took the medicine chest and sat on the sofa. He took a little powder and spread it on the wound. Then he took a large ball of medicine cotton and stretched it up. , "If you are unwilling, go out and find the key yourself."

"I didn't... don't want to." Cheng Ke didn't ask him why he didn't help him find the key again.

However, this was awkward to say. His original intention was to express that he was not unwilling to spend the night here, but how he listened to it seemed like he was afraid that Jiang Yu would change his mind.

"I don't dare to go out now." Jiang Yuduo said quickly, somewhat ambiguously.

Cheng Ke glanced at him, and Jiang Yuduo was depressed when he said this.

A boss who dares not go out is probably a shame for him.

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"You go to bed." Jiang Yu grabbed a roll of medical tape, bit it open with his teeth, and began to wrap it around his arm, circle by circle.

"I just sleep on the sofa," Cheng Ke said, "you go to bed."

Jiang Yuzhuo glanced at him: "I also go to bed."

Cheng Ke froze for a while before asking: "How many beds do you have?"

"One," Jiang Yuduo was impatient. "My mother is a bachelor. How many more beds can I have?"

"Let's sleep in a bed?" Cheng Ke was shocked and very unwilling.

Not only because of the "homosexual" problem between them, sleeping in a bed is very embarrassing. Cheng Ke has never slept in a bed with people since he was very young. He can't stand being on the side when he sleeps. There is a person.

"Why?" Jiang Yuzhuo stared at him, seeming quite surprised. "Are you still afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

Cheng Ke sighed: "You don't know where there are any good injuries, don't roll up to hide me, I just sleep on the sofa."

"Just whatever you want," Jiang Yu grabbed his head and bit off the tape. "You want to sleep on the sofa, but I'll tell you first. Meow peeed twice in the head today."

"...Fuck?" Cheng Ke got up and stared at the sofa.

He didn’t pay attention to it before, but now he found that this sofa is also interesting after looking closely. The sofa made of cloth is old after a few years, plus it is grayish blue, it looks even older, and it was caught by meow. The thread has added a sense of time, and now tells him there are two bubbles of cat urine on it?

"Here." Jiang Yuduo pointed to the side.

Cheng Ke looked at him with his fingers, and he saw two faint traces.

"But it's already done," Jiang Yuduo patted on the top. "I'm mainly afraid that you will pay attention. If Chen Qing is sure to fall asleep directly."

Cheng Ke didn't speak.

"I can help you get a bed sheet for a while," Jiang Yuduo packed up the medicine box. "Urine is here, and you can sleep on your head."

Cheng Ke still didn't speak.

He kept telling himself, don’t pretend to be embarrassed, don’t pay attention, and don’t get the keys, and now you can’t get the keys, and you don’t have an ID card. Do you really need an ID card to stay in a hotel? So should I bring my ID card next time I go out?

Forget it, I'll bring it today, and I guess it's thrown away with the key.

Jiang Yuduo stood up and entered the bedroom to open the cabinet.

Cheng Ke had to make a decision immediately, whether to sleep on pee or bed.

When Jiang Yuduo struggled to pull a bed sheet out of the cabinet that he didn't know what was piled up but was definitely full, Cheng Ke quietly approached the sofa and patted on those two traces, The smell made him gnash his teeth: "I'm still going to bed."

"Fuck|Your uncle!" Jiang Yuduo looked at him with his sheets.

"Sorry, I didn't want to toss," Cheng Ke stood up and pointed to the sofa. "But it seems to be... smelling."

"Nonsense, we just pee in the afternoon," Jiang Yuduo said, "otherwise I can call you to bed!"

Cheng Ke didn't speak.

"You **** put me back!" Jiang Yuduo threw the sheets onto the bed.

"Good." Cheng Ke hurried into the bedroom, after all, Jiang Yu was just injured in his hand.

He picked up the sheets from the bed and froze as he turned to look at the cabinet: "Where did you get it from?"

The cabinet was filled with various blankets, quilt sheets, thick quilts, small quilts, and clothes. They were tightly stitched, leaving no trace of the bed sheet once staying in the cabinet.

"I don't know," Jiang Yu snatched down on the bed and looked at him happily with his arm in his arms. "Just plug it."

Cheng Ke stared at the things in the cabinet, then reached out and poked in the middle of various quilt blankets, and finally found a room that seemed to have a surplus in the lower part of the middle.

He clumped the sheets and stuffed them there.

The sheets went in for a while, hope!

Push it in again, and go in a little more!

He heard Jiang Yuduo's laughter.

In order to make a quick decision, he put his hands in while pushing in and lifted things up, trying to make room for the sheets.

In this movement, the contents of the cabinet, with his arm as the boundary, suddenly collapsed.

Cheng Ke hadn't responded yet, a pile of clothes and blankets hit his head, and then scattered all over the floor.

"Fuck!" he shouted in shock.

Just when he felt that Jiang Yuduo might be rushing to beat him, he heard Jiang Yuduo's laugh.

"I'm so **** convinced of you..." Jiang Yuduo lay on the bed with his stomach on his bed and laughed, "I can put it in now, right."

Cheng Ke leaned against the cabinet door and sighed softly: "Sorry, I really...I really...have never done this kind of work."

"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo smiled for a while before waving his hand. "Don't worry, just throw it there and clean up tomorrow."

"Throw it on the ground?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"Otherwise?" Jiang Yu grabbed his hand.

Cheng Ke glanced around, the things in the bedroom were very simple, a bed, two wardrobes, there was a bedside table beside the bed, but there was a mobile phone lamp cup paper towel and a cat head night light, Cheng Ke thought of the keychain The cat's head looks like Jiang Yuduo liked the cat very much... he suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

There is also a rocking chair by the window. Cheng Ke picked up everything on the ground and piled up hard.

"Have you hired more than 100 nanny?" Jiang Yuduo sat up and took off his shirt.

"...Ah," Cheng Ke turned to the beginning. After he finished, he understood what he said. "There are more than a hundred, a few, aunts who clean and cook."

"Envious," Jiang Yuduo jumped out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom. "If I had to force an aunt here, it would be Aunt Chen Qing."

Cheng Ke laughed: "Fuck."

"I'm going to wash," Jiang Yuduo said, "you line up."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

After Jiang Yu snatched into the bathroom, he was relieved and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face.

He often spends the night in other people's homes, but he has a separate room. He has never been in the same bedroom as an awkward person, standing a little, neither sitting nor sitting.

He looked at the things in the bedroom again. It was really very simple, and he could see that Jiang Yu had taken it very casually, and there were a lot of scratches and scratches left by the bumps.

But probably because there are too few things, it looks pretty neat. Jiang Yuduo should usually be able to clean up. The cabinet that exploded quickly is proof.

"You go to wash," Jiang Yu snatched into the bedroom, still shirtless, and the scars on his body were still splendid. "There is mouthwash next to the cup."

"Oh," Cheng Ke stood up. "You use mouthwash?"

"I don't need that stuff, it's from the supermarket shopping, the bagged one," Jiang Yuduo jumped up and hit the bed, stretched out. "You are so particular, just use that, save me throwing Wasted."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

There was indeed a small bag of travel mouthwash in the bathroom. He picked it up and looked at it. It was still the peach flavor he liked very much. Although he could only wipe his face with paper, it also made him very happy.

When he returned to the bedroom after washing, Jiang Yuduo had taken off only one pair of underwear and was lying on the bed with a mobile phone, presumably reading a novel.

"You cover that," Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, and pointed to a quilt next to him. "You lifted the cabinet and it just happened to come out, or you have to cover it with Chen Qing." That one."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke smiled.

After he smiled, he stood by the bed and hesitated a bit. Should he sleep in kimono, or should he take off his clothes? To what extent will he let Jiang Yuduo have an opinion on him?

"Aren't you sleeping?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head and asked him.

"Sleep." Cheng Ke gritted his teeth and took off his clothes. After taking off, he found that a hole was also worn in the sleeve of the cardigan.

Of course, this is nonsense, his arm can be injured like that, it must be worn out inside and out, but he is still very depressed.

"Wear my clothes tomorrow," Jiang Yuduo said. "Today, this one knocked out ten thousand?"

Cheng Ke sighed, and was about to lift the quilt to sit on the bed, Jiang Yuduo shot a bed board: "Pants take off, even if you sleep on the sofa, sleep on my bed and his mother is wearing pants? My hood is new Change it."

"Oh," Cheng Ke had to stand up and untie his belt. "I'm actually afraid of you..."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Yuduo snorted. "My mother is not interested in men anymore. You are afraid of a fart!"

"My mother is afraid that you mind how I treat you!" Cheng Ke was very speechless. "You still say Chen Qing, what is the difference between your brain and him? They are all the same paragraph, so don't laugh at him in the future."

"I don't mind," Jiang Yuduo laughed. "What can you do to me? There is a scoop in the back of your head."

Cheng Ke really didn't want to speak anymore, he bit his teeth and took his pants off the bed, pulled the quilt, and lay down sideways to Jiang Yuduo.

"Your body is pretty good, have you practiced?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"It's been practiced," Cheng Ke closed his eyes. "I've practiced Taekwondo for a while."

"No wonder, when you fight, it looks different from others." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke felt that the mattress was moving, it was estimated that Jiang Yu took over.

This awkward sharing of beds shared Cheng Ke's nerves, and Jiang Yuduo could not hear any small movements.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yuduo's voice suddenly rang behind his ears: "Hey."

Cheng Ke was taken aback, turned his head quickly, and immediately turned his nose against Jiang Yu's nose. He asked in shock: "Why?"

"Do you have time to teach me?" Jiang Yuduo said, reaching for his bed sheet.

Cheng Ke found out that he was just leaning over to tidy up the sheets, and he suddenly passed 10,000 donkeys in his heart: "Aren't you quite capable of playing?"

"I didn't try to fight, but I found it very interesting," Jiang Yuduo lay back, leaning against the bedside. "You don't have any art to do anyway. Teach me when you're idle."

"...Well." Cheng Ke could only answer.

Jiang Yudou nodded and reached for a cigarette from the bedside table and nodded.

"You smoke in bed?" Cheng Ke just turned to lie down, and suddenly couldn't lie down anymore, twisted his neck to look at him.

"What's wrong with smoking in bed?" Jiang Yuduo held the cigarette, "I didn't flick ash on your head."

Cheng Ke was speechless for a moment, sat up for a long time, and sat up, leaning the pillow up against the head of the bed: "Give me one."

Jiang Yuduo smiled and handed him the cigarette case and the lighter.

"What to do with soot?" Cheng Ke looked around after lighting the cigarette, and there was no ashtray.

"On the ground," Jiang Yuduo said, "Get up and sweep tomorrow."

"Then you just told me not to care about those quilts or anything, you flick soot on the ground." Cheng Ke sighed.

"Are you bothered!" Jiang Yuduo frowned, "Isn't there no quilt on the ground now!"

Cheng Ke thinks it actually makes sense.

Jiang Yuduo sat up and pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and took something out of it and threw it on him: "Give it, give it, it’s for the young master!"

Cheng Ke glanced at it, it was a cat head ashtray, light blue glass, I don't know if it was unused or washed, it was very clean and beautiful.

"Thank you." Cheng Ke took the ashtray and flicked it in.

After that, neither of them was talking. Jiang Yuduo was probably reading a novel and holding his mobile phone intently. Cheng Ke watched the two cabinets all the time. The cabinets on the left were covered and the cabinets on the right were all clothes.

I don’t know if the clothes are so explosively packed in a cabinet.

After smoking a cigarette in silence, Cheng Ke felt that he was not drowsy and could only take the phone, and turned on and looked at it indiscriminately.

"Hey, I have a question. I'm a little embarrassed to ask, but I still want to ask." Jiang Yuduo looked at the phone and said.

"Then wait for the embarrassment and ask again." Cheng Ke said.

"You lie here with me like this," Jiang Yuduo turned his head, "Will there be any reaction?"

Cheng Ke has actually guessed what he is asking. If it is another question, Jiang Yuduo's character will never be "a little embarrassed to ask."

"No." Cheng Ke replied.

Indeed, no, at least not now, he just feels awkward now.

"Can't you?" Jiang Yuduo was a little surprised. "If I stayed with a woman like that, I don't think I would wait until she was lying next to her."

Cheng Ke took a breath and slowly exhaled, trying not to be too helpless: "Which woman did you stay with so much?"

Jiang Yuduo thought for a while: "No."

"...No?" Cheng Ke turned his head to look at him, and did not suppress the roar, "You don't have your mother to help me imagine a fart here!"