There was a man named Jiang Mo

Just like every tens of thousands of Wednesdays in the past, Jiang Mo opened his eyes a second before the alarm clock, stared at the familiar ceiling and got up for a second.

From the moment he got out of bed, Jiang Mo had already started thinking about how to lead the three interns who came yesterday.

When he went out of the bedroom and opened the door, Jiang Mo realized that the fingertip on his left index finger had fallen off.I looked down and found that the finger cot was standing on the bedside table.

"Did you forget?" Jiang Mo rubbed his head and walked into the bathroom. The temperature his hands could normally accept was only 27°C. After washing his hands, Jiang Mo took out the eggs from the freezer and began to beat egg custard for breakfast.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Mo always felt that he forgot something.Jiang Mo came out of the kitchen and went back to the bathroom to look at the extra toothbrushes and towels with a blank expression.

In essence, Jiang Mo is an old man, and he will buy enough daily consumables for three months to store at home if he doesn't buy them for half a year at a time.The replacement cycle of his daily necessities is neither long nor short, once a month. When he came back from the National Day holiday, his toiletries were just replaced with new ones. Maybe he really had a brain problem, and yesterday he accidentally dismantled a set.

Of course, this is impossible. He absolutely disagrees with his mother's theory that if her hair turns gray, she will soon suffer from Alzheimer's.

So it was not a dream to pick someone up from outside yesterday.Jiang Mo turned around stiffly, his eyes scanned everything he could see, and finally settled on the beanbag sofa in the living room facing away from him.

Jiang Mo first saw a leg wrapped in a quilt and knocked on the back of the sofa, and then a hand that had been slender and well-articulated climbed up.

Jiang Mo closed his eyes, before a plop sounded.

Wrapped in a quilt, Xia Yang rolled from the overturned sofa to the floor. Before he opened his eyes and could figure out what happened, the sofa was covered up.

"Senior, save me."

Before the sofa was covered, Xia Yang smelled the aroma of eggs floating in the air.

Jiang Mo turned up the sofa with a sullen face, and saw Xia Yang's appointment lying on the ground with all four limbs wide open, only moving his mouth, showing no sign of struggling. "It hurts me to death."

Jiang Mo glanced at him, turned around and walked into the kitchen without saying a word.

The eyebrows were lowered, and Xia Yang's anger was completely wiped out by that look. There was a little itching in his throat, and he had to rely on dry swallowing movements to soothe him.

Xia Yang took a look and then another look. Jiang Mo was wearing a compliant white shirt, hiding his flesh and bones. Suddenly, a half white waist in a rainy night flashed in his mind. , Feeling ashamed and excited.

Getting up from the ground, Xia Yang finished washing quickly, and when he came out, he saw two half bowls of egg custard placed on the dining table.

Xia Yang: ...

Seeing him come out, Jiang Mo put the disposable chopsticks on the half-filled white porcelain bowl opposite, "Sorry, I forgot you were here while cooking." Xia Yang stared at the disposable chopsticks, and put them aside for a while Aside, "Disposable chopsticks are unhygienic, so you should use them less in the future." As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and drank the egg custard in one gulp, then looked at the minced ginger.

Ginger: ...

Xia Yang stared intently at the strong-smelling traditional Chinese medicine brought out by Jiang Mo from the kitchen. He pinched his nose and looked disgusted, but then remembered the important effect, and his face turned red and white and looked good.

Jiang Mo must not know that this is a medicine for nourishing and nourishing the kidney.Otherwise, how could he drink it in front of his face so carelessly.

"Senior, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Treat the body." Jiang Mo said in a general way.Although he felt that there was nothing to be taboo about young people with gray hair, but in front of Xia Yang, a young and energetic young man, Jiang Mo suddenly felt that he was really old.

"Can it cure dark circles?" Xia Yang stared at Jiang Mo and asked leisurely, "Can it cure colds? Can it improve the body's immunity?" After speaking, he covered his face and sneezed a series of times, even the sound of his breathing changed It's getting dull.

"I can't." Jiang Mo tried his best to hold his breath to prevent the pungent smell of medicine from rushing into his lungs, but there was a noisy sparrow in his ear that kept chirping, making it impossible for him to do so.

With gloved fingers resting on the edge of the warm blue and white porcelain bowl, Jiang Mo closed his eyes, and when he was about to drink it down, a breath suddenly came close to his ear, followed by a nasal request.

"Senior, can you give me a taste? I seem to be getting sick soon." Xia Yang sniffed, his head almost reaching Jiang Mo's eyes.

When Jiang Mo opened his eyes, he saw a magnified face in front of him, he forgot to hold his breath, and the mental construction he had worked so hard to do suddenly collapsed.

I have seen people earn candy and grab steamed buns, but I have never seen anyone rushing to drink medicine.

Although he disliked the strong smell, Xia Yang suddenly wanted to taste ginger medicine.The left and right are for nourishing the kidney, and it doesn't matter.

"It's three-point poisonous medicine." Jiang Mo raised his eyelids slightly, and said in a cool tone, with no intention on his face to let him taste it.

"Then there is seven-point medicine. Our aunt said that health preservation should start when you are young, and you often boil this kind of messy Chinese medicine. I have been drinking it since I was a child." Xia Yang said unwillingly.This is not Xia Yang's random fabrication, the aunt at home used to be an apprentice in a traditional Chinese medicine store.

"Your aunt?" Jiang Mo raised his eyes and looked at Xia Yang fixedly. In fact, Xia Yang didn't look like someone who lacked food and clothing since he was a child. He also knew people who could speak well in the company. It is very different from those who can only live in low-rent housing after graduation.

When he realized that he still cared too much about Xia Yang's existence, Jiang Mo's eyes darkened, and he pulled back his thoughts. No matter who Xia Yang is, what he wants to do has nothing to do with him, as long as he does his duty well.

His duty is very simple, to live a stable life for ten years.For the sake of stability, not to mention giving half of the medicine to Xia Yang, even if Xia Yang said to give him half of this month's salary and he would go out immediately, he would agree.

"Then..." Xia Yang was about to make up for his leak, but was interrupted by Jiang Mo's action.

Jiang Mo generously gave half of his medicine to him, and then gave him special instructions, which was a bit bitter.

After finishing speaking, he drank the remaining medicine in one gulp, Xia Yang didn't even see any extra emotion from his expression, it was the same as just drinking egg custard.

But after a while, Xia Yang discovered that Jiang Mo had been sitting there motionless after drinking the medicine, looking down at Wan as if waiting for the bitter taste in his tongue to dissipate.

The toffee that Xia Yang had prepared earlier came in handy, Xia Yang stretched his claws straight towards Jiang Mo with his long arms and legs, grabbed Jiang Mo's unprepared chin, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the candy into it.

Seeing Jiang Mo's eyes widen, Xia Yang felt a little pity, he should have put more in his pocket yesterday instead of leaving it in the car as a burden.

Jiang Mo's eyes are round and round, very cute.

However, Jiang Mo's stare was not because Xia Yang Chaoyue suddenly stuffed something into his mouth, but because Xia Yang pressed Jiang Mo's gloved hand on the dining table with the other hand to prevent him from pushing him away.

The strength is not strong, but the fright it caused to Jiang Mo is strong enough.

The wounds on the five fingers of his left hand are usually a little more serious than those on his right hand. At this moment, because he wanted to pull it out, he was caught in the palm of his hand again.

The itching pain after the gravitational friction came out through the thin glove, and was echoed on the other hand.

With a bang, the porcelain bowl was touched by Jiang Mo's clenched fingers, turned sideways, and rolled to the ground along the grain of the wooden table.

When his fingers moved towards the heart with itching, Jiang Mo's eyes darkened, and he raised his clenched fist and swung it at the worried face across the dining table.

I am!

Xia Yang has never been slapped in the face since he was a child, but this punch caused his nose to bleed, and his eyes were full of stars.

Looking at Jiang Mo again, his hairs stood on end, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, holding his hand with a subtle and unspeakable expression.

Jiang Mo didn't expect that he would hit someone.He seldom fights with others, he used all his strength to punch Xia Yang just now.

After forcing himself to calm down, Jiang Mo clenched his fingers in his palm, his face paled.

"Are you okay?" The voice was so cold that Xia Yang didn't feel any guilt.

"What do you think?" Xia Yang raised his head with a gloomy expression, showing a miserable face in Jiang Mo's eyes without reservation.

Jiang Mo's eyes flickered slightly.

Xia Yang glanced at Jiang Mo, and left Jiang Mo without looking back.

The person walked for a long time, so long that Jiang Mo could no longer smell the smell of Chinese medicine in the air, and then suddenly came back to his senses, it was time for him to go out.

Doing a specific shuttle bus at a specific time is almost a habitual behavior that Jiang Mo has developed over the past ten years.

Jiang Mo was a few seconds late today, and the driver was surprised to see him in the rearview mirror.

"Little Jiang, why is it so late today?"

"There's been a delay."

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, your hand is hurt." Through the thin cotton gloves, bright red blood came out.

Jiang Mo's expression was slightly stagnant, and the next second he returned to his usual appearance.

"It's nothing."

Xia Yang regretted it after leaving the house, he should have stayed at Jiang Mo's house and made him responsible for his violent behavior.

But the pain on his face immediately made him dismiss this idea, put on the earphones, Xia Yang heard that after he left, Jiang Mo picked up the bowl on the ground like a normal person, and drank the remaining half bowl of medicine.

There was nowhere to erupt the depression, so Xia Yang called Wu Chun.

"Hey, Master Xia is finally willing to bubble up. Has the little lover caught up?"

"Go away, what little lover?"

"I heard Duan Yunqing say that you went to their company as an intern, saying that you fell in love with an intern girl in their company, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to have a Cinderella complex."

"Damn it, you also believe Duan Yunqing, a guy who only thinks with his lower body."

"The main reason is that you have been too abnormal during this time."

"Go away, you're not normal."

After meeting, Wu Chun began to express Xia Yang from a distance, "Is our Young Master Xia planning to debut in the future?"

Xia Yang crossed his arms, raised his eyelids and ignored him.

"Let me see if it was gnawed and swollen by some goblin." Wu Chun took advantage of Xia Yang's inattention and quickly tore off the mask, stood there for half a second and started laughing.

Xia Yang's eyes were cloudy, and he put on the mask again with a gloomy face, staring at Wu Chun.

Enough of laughing, Wu Chun sat down on the sofa opposite Xia Yang despite the low air pressure around him, but still carefully kept a safe distance from Xia Yang.

"Beating by someone else's boyfriend?"

Xia Yang rolled his eyes, and the corner of Wu Chun's mouth couldn't be suppressed again.

"You said someone gave you a piece of candy, would you punch him backhand?" Xia Yang asked depressedly.He also couldn't figure out why Jiang Mo suddenly hit him.

He didn't ask Jiang Mo at that time, because he was worried that he couldn't help but make a move on Xia Yang. As for his body that looked like glass ceramics, it felt like a punch could pierce through it.

"Slap a sweet date? I think it's playing hard to get."

"Go away, answer seriously." Xia Yang raised his long legs and kicked Wu Chun on the leg. Wu Chun glared at him, but he was defeated after a while. With Xia Yang's dog eyes, whoever stares at him will suffer. .

"It was I who gave him sweets, but he was punched." Xia Yang said through a mask, gnashing his teeth.I didn't take advantage of any advantages, and I suffered a big loss.

I'm so fucked up.

Jiang Mo doesn't look like a person who can beat people at all. How can I put it, Jiang Mo is the kind of person who hates you, but will never show that he hates you, and is definitely the kind of person who alienates you casually.

When it comes to cold violence rankings, Jiang Mo is definitely the leader.

Asking himself, Xia Yang didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but instead felt that he had followed the routine very successfully, obviously invading his personal space, why did he give a candy, and he was beaten up without doing anything.

Could it be that Jiang Mo's seemingly gentle and elegant interior is actually a shiver, Xia Yang's back suddenly felt cold.

"Tsk, you must have done something else while feeding candies to others." Wu Chun looked like he couldn't believe it.

Xia Yang's face is not bad if others don't rush to give him candy, it must be Xia Yang who has done something else in a hurry.

"No, I'm just worried that he resisted and pressed his little hands." Speaking of Jiang Mo's hands, Xia Yang felt that it was the most feminine part of Jiang Mo's body.

One pair of hands wears gloves every day, eating and sleeping, Xia Yang thinks that maybe he also wears gloves when taking a shower.

The hand he raised is really the best in his hand. If he used it for other things, Xia Yangguang thought he would have to react.

"Hey." Wu Chun stretched out his hand and waved in front of Xia Yang's eyes, "What kind of spring do you miss in broad daylight?"

"I really want to ask, where did you press his hand?" Wu Chun said, looking towards Xia Yang with malicious eyes.

Xia Yang stared at him with displeasure, "put away your obscene thoughts, have you done something bad with Duan Yunqing recently, why are you becoming more and more like him?"

"Cough" Wu Chun seemed to think of something, and pretended to cough in a disguised way, "That guy knows how to serve his meat every day, who is like him."

Xia Yang narrowed his eyes, and leaned over to stare at Wu Chun, "Really, that guy is right, why haven't I seen him showing off his achievements in Moments these two days."

"Healing up."

"I hurt my kidney."

"Almost." Wu Chun was perfunctory, and then forcibly pulled the topic back, "By the way, you, Cinderella, should be quite strong, with such great strength."

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows, "Do you have an opinion?"

"...No, I think the problem between you and Cinderella is the handle."

"handle?"

"If you think about it, people wear gloves for everything. Maybe they have skin contact allergies, cleanliness or something. Maybe it's a stress reaction when they beat you."

The reason why Xia Yang dared to gossip with Wu Chun during working hours without any scruples was because he heard that Jiang Mo had asked him for leave at the company.

After hearing Wu Chun's words, Xia Yang felt that there was some truth to it, and he had to go back to the company to confirm it.