Cheng Ke just stood outside the elevator, staring at the jumping numbers on it, not knowing what to do.

Should I wait until Jiang Yu takes it away before going down, or take another elevator?

Should I make another call or just chase me and ask what's going on?

Or stay in the house?

No, why did he take care of Jiang Yusheng?

A so-called boss, who can fight with someone on a trash can, has nothing to worry about when someone breaks his head... But why is he here?

Cheng Ke couldn't figure it out, but he decided to stand here, and then he made sure that Jiang Yu had taken it away and went downstairs to eat.

The numbers on the elevator stopped when they reached the eighth floor. After a while, they continued to walk down. The numbers on the elevator next to them began to change, from the ninth floor to the eighth floor, and then went up.

Cheng Ke suddenly became nervous, stared at the elevators coming up layer by layer, and found a suitable position to get out. If Jiang Yuduo comes out of the elevator in a while, he could kick Jiang Yuduo back into the elevator.

The elevator never stopped again, so I simply reached his floor and opened the door.

Jiang Yuduo indeed walked out of the elevator.

Bucheng Ke did not expose his legs because when Jiang Yu took it away, he pressed his forehead with his hand, and the blood that kept oozing out had already covered his left eye, which looked more than twenty times worse than before.

"Where are you traveling here?" Cheng Ke was speechless.

"A woman came in on the eighth floor," said Jiang Yuduo, "I'm afraid she will scream if she can't hold on for two floors."

"Why..." Cheng Ke stared at his face.

"Open the door," Jiang Yuduo looked at him with one eye, "I'll use the medicine box."

"...I don't have a medicine box." Cheng Ke said.

"Yes," said Jiang Yuduo, "in the small cabinet door of the TV cabinet."

Cheng Ke was stunned.

"I'll let it go," Jiang Yuduo waved his hand, "Hurry up, my platelets are low, and I will be able to shed blood in a while and then die at your door. Chen Qing will call the police and say you have killed me."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything or move, staring at Jiang Yu snatching his face.

I don’t know how big the wound on his head was, but it can be seen that the pressure on his palm did not stop the blood, and blood kept oozing out from his palm.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, turned around and opened the door.

"Fear." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke couldn't help but look back at him.

"Is it strange?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Then you are still afraid of mice." Jiang Yuduo sat on the chair.

Cheng Ke was stunned. Yes, he was just afraid of mice, but how did Jiang Yuduo know?

"Open the cabinet door," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the TV cabinet, "Give me the medicine box inside...will you open the cabinet door?"

Cheng Ke had already bent down and was about to open the cabinet door. When he heard this, he immediately sat down on the chair next to him: "Sorry, no."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, got up and opened the cabinet door, and took out a small medicine box from it.

As his hand left his forehead, two drops of blood dripped onto the floor.

Cheng Ke looked at the blood on his face and felt that the injury was not something he could do with it casually, but he didn't make a sound, and sat there watching Jiang Yuduo skillfully take out alcohol gauze and medical tape from the medicine box, and there was actually a pair of scissors.

When Jiang Yutuo took off his coat and walked towards the bathroom with these things, Cheng Ke couldn't help it and said, "Your injury cannot be washed with tap water."

"Well, use alcohol," Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at him, "Do you actually know this?"

"Or why you sit down and hurt me for a while, and you will lose two hours," said Cheng Ke, "I will die if I lose too much blood."

Jiang Yuduo turned around and entered the bathroom.

Considering that this house is now his own territory, Cheng Ke hesitated for a few seconds before following him to the bathroom door.

Jiang Yuduo did not close the bathroom door, stood in front of the mirror with his back to him, raised his hand and took off his T-shirt and threw it on the side.

Before Cheng Ke could see his figure clearly, he was already shocked by the scars on his body and could not think: "You..."

Jiang Yuduo had several big scars on his back, one of which crossed the entire back from his shoulder to his waist, which was shocking.

"What?" Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the alcohol cucumber and poured it directly onto his forehead.

"No...hey." Cheng Ke felt a pain in his forehead, but Jiang Yuduo's expression was very calm, as if he had poured a ** clear water on him.

Jiang Yuduo's operation was very extensive. He cleaned the wound, poured powder on top, pressed gauze and pasted the glue strips. Every move made people feel that he was dealing with someone else's head and had to be an enemy.

After quickly wrapping the wound, Jiang Yuduo turned on the faucet, washed the blood on his face and body, and then pulled a towel from the towel rack and wiped it.

That's my face wash towel!

Cheng Ke looked at him and couldn't even speak. After holding it in for a long time, he turned around and returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette.

Suppress the shock.

When Jiang Yuduo came out of the bathroom, had already put on his T-shirt, and packed the medicine box and put it back into the cabinet, Cheng Ke cleared his throat: "Don't put this here, take it away."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"This house has been rented to me," said Cheng Ke. "You can't keep your stuff here, right? If I weren't at home today, would you plan to open the door and come in by yourself?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said that he had no expression, and his face finally changed at this moment, although Cheng Ke was very surprised that he could actually have such an expression as "sorry".

"I did not change the lock as required by the rental agreement," said Cheng Ke. "Can you respect the tenant?"

"I'm sorry," said Jiang Yuduo, "I'm a little anxious. I'm closest to here, so I'm here."

Cheng Ke was holding a cigarette in his mouth. He thought he had prepared a big battle, but even if he didn't do it, he would have to choke a few words. Now Jiang Yuduo suddenly apologized so honestly and sincerely. He seemed to have stepped on the empty hand and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I'm leaving." After Jiang Yuduo said that, he put on his coat and walked towards the door with the medicine box.

"Oh," Cheng Ke responded, thought about it and called him again, "Oh."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yu took it back.

"I'll ask you, just..." Cheng Ke pointed to the kitchen, "Is that gas stove good?"

"It's not only good, it's new," said Jiang Yuduo.

"It...can't catch fire," said Cheng Ke.

Jiang Yuduo put down the medicine box and walked into the kitchen, and said in the kitchen: "Come here and show me how you called it."

Cheng Ke pinched the cigarette, got up and went into the kitchen: "Wouldn't you just try it?"

"No, I'm going to see," said Jiang Yuduo. "What did you do? The new water heater cannot release hot water, and the new gas stove cannot catch fire."

Cheng Ke hesitated for a moment and reached out to open the gas valve.

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Cheng Ke reached out and twisted the knob on the gas stove again.

Dada dada dada dada...

"Look." Cheng Ke pointed at the stove.

Jiang Yuduo took a breath, spit it out slowly, and then grabbed his hand. Before Cheng Ke could pull it out, his hand was pulled onto the knob.

Cheng Ke frowned: "Just say it..."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, grabbed his hand and pressed down: "Do you understand?"

Cheng Ke felt the knob being pressed down.

"Twist." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke twisted it.

Dada dada dada...bang...

The flames rushed out of the stove, two circles, small blue flames.

"Are you true?" Jiang Yu took it away from the kitchen.

"What does it mean?" Cheng Ke turned off the fire.

"You've been in the past twenty-seven years," Jiang Yuduo said, picking up the medicine box again and walking towards the door, "Is there anyone helping you take off your clothes when you sleep?"

"Fuck|Your uncle." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"The electrical instructions are all in the drawer of the TV cabinet," Jiang Yuduo opened the door, "If you don't understand, just look."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything.

Jiang Yu took it away and closed the door.

The sound of closing the door is very light, much civilized than the sound of closing the door.

Cheng Ke sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette again, and stayed in the drawer of the TV cabinet for a long time.

When Jiang Yuduo returned home, an Audi that had not been turned off was parked downstairs. According to his experience, Chen Qing should be sitting on it.
To be continued...