After Chen Qing hung up the phone, Cheng Ke stood there with his cell phone in a daze for a long time before putting the cell phone back to the bedside.

Although he usually struggles with Chen Qing every time and looks forward to the end without saying a few words, but now he doesn't want Chen Qing to hang up the phone.

Because after hanging up the phone, he had to continue to face Jiang Yuduo who was still wrapped in the bed sheet by himself.

Jiang Yuduo should have returned to normal. But whether he will attack again? How amazing the intensity will be, Cheng Ke cannot judge.

In fact, since he met Jiang Yuduo, he would feel that this person was treacherous from time to time, but he had never thought about it carefully. In addition to the fact that he was not familiar with Jiang Yuduo so deeply that he could explore it, probably he also had some unaware of Jiang Yuduo.

Whether this kind of favor comes from this person himself or because he is experiencing the biggest changes in his life, it is objectively present.

Now that he suddenly had to face such a Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little confused.

He stood beside the bed, looking at Jiang Yuduo who was still lying quietly in the sheets. He didn't know what he should say at this moment. He should just keep it like this, or open the sheets to see Jiang Yuduo's hand.

After standing for a while, his right shoulder began to hurt a little, which was where Jiang Yu had bitten him before.

He walked to the closet, opened the door and pulled out the dressing mirror inside. However, after the mirror was facing him, he first looked at Jiang Yuduo on the bed. Seeing that he did not move, he looked on his shoulder. Blood could see from the white T-shirt.

Jiang Yuduo bit this bite very seriously. He pulled open his collar and broke three holes, all of which were round and swollen.

But compared to this bite, the punch he was hit on his face made him mind more.

Too obvious.

The bottom of the right corner of his right eye was red and swollen and blue.

He sighed, closed the cabinet door, glanced at Jiang Yuduo again, walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen.

There was no ice in the refrigerator, but there was yogurt. He took a can of it and pressed it on the corner of his eyes. He didn't go back to the bedroom, sitting on the sofa in the living room in a daze.

Chen Qing actually came very fast, and in just half an hour, the doorbell was ringed, but when Cheng Ke went to open the door, he still felt that time passed too slowly.

"Third Brother!" As soon as the door opened, Chen Qing's voice squeezed in, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yuduo in the bedroom had no answer.

"Jiajia, you're fine..." Chen Qing saw Cheng Ke's face after coming in, and was stunned for a moment, immediately pressing his voice, "Why... do your eyes hurt? Do you want to go and see, I drove here."

"Look at you three first..." Cheng Ke pointed to the bedroom.

I was a little worried that Chen Qing would make a fuss when he saw Jiang Yuduo wrapping it into an old Beijing chicken roll, but when he turned around, he found that Jiang Yuduo had come out of the sheets at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Except for his hair being a little messy, everything was as usual.

Cheng Ke was stunned.

"Third Brother?" Chen Qing walked over, "How are you?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo held his left wrist with his right hand.

"He probably dislocated his wrist," Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo, "I just... the energy may have been too big."

Chen Qing looked down at his hand: "Dislocated?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Before Cheng Ke could go to the clinic to check it out, he had already grabbed his left hand with his right hand and pulled it out suddenly.

"You!" Cheng Ke only felt a huge pain in his wrists, and quickly turned his head away.

He knew that Jiang Yuduo was resetting his dislocated wrist, but the visual experience given by the doctor helping to reset is completely different from that of him just pulling his wrist.

But Yu Guangli could see that Chen Qing seemed to be calmer than him. He stood in front of Jiang Yuduo without moving, but just stared at his hand that was still trying hard.

"Are you okay?" Chen Qing asked after a while.

"Yes," Jiang Yuduo stood up, "You wait for me downstairs."

Chen Qing glanced at Cheng Ke and turned around and left.

Cheng Ke felt that Jiang Yuduo wanted to say something, explain, or apologize.

But they could stand face to face for a minute, but Jiang Yuduo didn't say a word.

Cheng Ke also wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it either.

After a while, Jiang Yuduo moved, turned around and went to the bedside to put on his clothes and pants.

Only then did Cheng Ke find that Jiang Yuduo was wearing only a pair of underwear. The fight was probably too exciting, and he didn't notice it at all.

Jiang Yuduo put on his clothes, took his cell phone, lowered his head and poked it a few times. Cheng Ke heard his cell phone ringing in the living room.

"I'll send Chen Qing's number to you," Jiang Yuduo put his phone in his pocket. "In the future... he will collect rent. If anything is broken, he can call him if he needs to repair or replace it."

"Oh." Cheng Ke replied.

"Are you still hurt?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke touched the corners of his swollen eyes, which hurt a little, but other positions on his body were OK, and he didn't feel anything except his shoulders. He shook his head: "No."

Jiang Yuduo nodded, stood for two more seconds, walked past him, left the bedroom, and then the door rang, and Jiang Yu took it away.

Cheng Ke sighed, sat on the bed, and was stunned to the floor.

I should say sorry.

Jiang Yu regretted it after taking the elevator.

But sorry doesn't seem to be of any use.

The more serious the matter is, the more weak it becomes.

Since he was a child, the frequency of using these three words was probably not much higher than that of me. He did not have this habit or this awareness.

And today he had already said sorry to Cheng Ke once.

Sorry twice in a day.

It sounds ridiculous and insincere.

Perhaps the most sincere way now is to no longer appear in Cheng Ke's life.

Chen Qing drove the car downstairs, and Jiang Yu got into the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, he touched his pocket and wanted to get a cigarette, but his pocket was empty and it should have been kept at Cheng Ke's house.

"Your hand needs to be fixed, right?" Chen Qing handed him his cigarette and lighter.

"Yes," Jiang Yuzhuo lit a cigarette, "I'll just go back and deal with it."

"Is that Jaeger-LeCoultre's eyes okay? I see it's swollen." Chen Qing said.

"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "If you have time, call him and ask."

"Okay." Chen Qing started the car and drove towards the gate.

"I'll give him your number," said Jiang Yuduo, "you can collect rent in the future."

"Okay," Chen Qing nodded, thought about it and looked at him again, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still asked as if he had made up his mind, "Have you not been like this for a long time? You recognize the wrong person or something."

"I was watching ghost movies last night," Jiang Yuduo opened a crack in the skylight, "I guess I was scared."

"Why are you two so bored? You're either playing with you and I guess you're watching ghost movies," Chen Qing sighed, "How comfortable it is to eat barbecue and drink some wine."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, looked up at the crack in the skylight.

Chen Qing was quite considerate today and didn't say anything again when he sent him home.

After entering the house, he helped him fix his wrist with a bandage and then went to work.

Jiang Yuduo stood by the window and looked out through the cracks in the curtains.

It's indeed a long time since he beat Chen Qing up a few years ago, he has never had such a situation again.

Maybe I shouldn't watch ghost movies.

He rarely watches ghost movies, or he rarely watches movies.

No matter what kind of film or story, there will always be one or two points, or even completely irrelevant points that he can't understand why, which will make him recall some of the past details.

And ghost movies are even more direct and fearful.

No matter what kind of fear is, it is fear.

Once fear is truly hooked up, even if he keeps telling himself that this is not true, it will no longer work.

Until Cheng Ke walked in front of him, he was immersed in fear.

You are a dog, now a puppy, and now a big dog.

Do you have a name? I gave you the name, so you can take it away naturally.

Squat down! Get up! Get up! Run! Run! Run! Run!

Don't close your eyes, don't look anywhere else, stare at your opponent!

You only have one chance to take action. If he doesn't fall, you will fall. Don't give him a chance...

At any time, anywhere, opponents will appear.

...

Jiang Yuduo stood by the window, watching the light outside become brighter and brighter from the grayishness, then become dazzling, then slowly dimming, and finally turn into a dim yellow.

No suspicious figures were seen, no suspicious movements were heard.
To be continued...