Sure enough, when he walked a few meters away, the car door opened, Chen Qing jumped out of the car, rushed to him in a few steps.

"What's going on?" Chen Qing stared at the gauze on his head, "Who did it? I'll fuck! Who did it!"

"I didn't see clearly." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Where did you meet?" Chen Qing asked, "Why don't you call me!"

"On the other side of the street," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "I didn't even see the people clearly."

"Is it serious?" Chen Qing asked.

"Not serious," Jiang Yuduo walked into the corridor. "Go up the parking space of the car and block here and ask for scolding. Aunt Wang threw down a medicine jar after a while. You can repair the car this month's salary."

Chen Qing went to park the car, Jiang Yu entered the house, and checked in the mirror that the gauze patch was not well-sticked.

When he was pasting gauze, Cheng Ke kept staring at him. He was a little uncomfortable when he was staring, so he thought he would finish it quickly and leave, and basically pressed it up randomly.

"Will you go to the hospital for this injury?" Chen Qing parked his car and entered the house, put a large bag of unknown things on the table, "What's wrong?"

"Brick," Jiang Yu took it away to the table, "or knife."

"... Third brother," Chen Qing looked at him, "These two things are quite different."

"I didn't even see clearly, and I was in pain the first time I felt like it," Jiang Yuduo sighed, "This person is too fucking heavy."

"It's been so many years," Chen Qing kicked the table. "I don't know what I'm going to do! What do you think they want?"

"I don't know," said Jiang Yuduo, "Let me never have peace."

"Fuck," Chen Qing thought about it and came to him again and studied the gauze, "Have you gone to the hospital... Isn't this a package from the hospital? Is it too skillful, where to package it?"

"Ji...I made it myself," Jiang Yuduo opened the bag and immediately smelled the scent of dried beef. "You are so considerate."

"My aunt brought it to me, it's almost here," Chen Qing said, "It's enough for you to chew it slowly for a while."

"Your mother didn't slap you?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"She doesn't like to eat these stingy ones," Chen Qing looked at him, "You really go to Jaeger-LeCoultre to get a bag, why do you tell him?"

"Nothing said," Jiang Yuduo took a piece of beef and chewed slowly. "I'm afraid that if I'm too late, I'll be bleeding all over again and someone will call the police or something. It's not troublesome."

"Your blood coagulation function is not the same as your physical condition," said Chen Qing, "You are already covered in blood when you come to him."

"It's okay, I pressed it very hard and used 85% of my skills," said Jiang Yuduo. "I let go when I suddenly saw him, and the blood came out."

"You don't want to sneak into the house to bandage it?" Chen Qing was surprised.

"I thought he shouldn't be at home at that time," Jiang Yuduo sighed. "The agent said he was an artist. I didn't expect that the artist was so idle that he didn't go to the studio to be busy with art."

"It's not me, third brother," Chen Qing looked at him for a while and sighed, "You're really a bit inappropriate to do this."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything and nodded.

Chen Qing rarely had such a clear time, and he was very moved.

It is indeed inappropriate to run over like this today. It has to be considered a private trekking in a private house, and even if Cheng Ke really has no problem...

"He must be on guard now," Chen Qing continued, "It's probably not easy for us to sneak in and find clues."

Jiang Yuduo raised his head and looked at Chen Qing.

"Did you think so?" Chen Qing said.

"If I weren't afraid that my wound would collapse," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I really want to drink happily in the toilet for you now."

"Third brother," Chen Qing looked helpless, "Can't you speak well?"

"Let me go," Jiang Yuduo patted his shoulder, "disappear within three seconds, otherwise I will spray your blood."

"I'm leaving. I was just here to deliver beef to you. I had to put the car back to the store," Chen Qing quickly walked towards the door, took two steps and stopped again, "Is beef a good thing? Isn't it good for wounds?"

"Get out." Jiang Yudu took a bite of the beef.

"There is a bag of cat food below," Chen Qing said, "It's better not to eat with you. It's so annoying to eat when you eat salty food."

"Can you leave?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

Chen Qing flashed out of the door.

Jiang Yuduo stood by the table, slowly finished gnawing the beef, then took out the bag of cat food from the bottom of the bag, and shook the cat who had been staring at his hand: "Can you eat?"

He meowed, and tried very hard, and shouted very loudly.

Jiang Yuduo poured a little cat food into its bowl. Meow went over and smelled it, and took a step back with some disgust, then raised her head and called him again.

"Eat it if you don't eat it," Jiang Yuduo pointed at its nose, "A stray cat has picked up food."

Meow turned around and looked at the bowl, not eating or moving, solidifying quite strongly.

Jiang Yuduo ignored it and lay down on the sofa.

My head was a little swollen. I don’t know if it was a concussion caused by a concussion. He closed his eyes and pressed the gauze. The wound was still painful, and there was a tingling pain in the dull pain, which was very complicated.

Today, I probably got distracted.

He was in a bad mood after coming out of Building 1. Perhaps because he didn't fall asleep at night, anything would make him think a lot. Once some feelings appear, it would be difficult to get rid of them, so he didn't know when the people behind him were targeting him.

No premonition, no sound, no people.

It just hurts, and then it goes dark.

Very embarrassed.

Last time I was so embarrassed, two years ago... No, last time I was so embarrassed, I was fighting with Cheng Ke on the trash can...

He opened his eyes and looked at the cat who was still on a hunger strike in front of him: "Eat quickly, when you get fat, I'll send you hot pot to Chen Qing... Have you ever eaten hot pot? It's very delicious, and it's delicious to be hungry just by thinking about it."

Cheng Ke used a wet tissue to wipe off the two drops of Jiang Yushu's blood on the floor. He was not obsessed with cleanliness, but he was still a little surprised when he saw that there were not only blood on the tissue, but also a piece of black and gray.

The floor looks pretty clean, but I didn't expect it to be so dirty!

But it's normal. After all, it was empty before, and Jiang Yusuo didn't change his shoes when he entered the house just now. He probably came a lot when his head was bleeding... When he thought about this, he suddenly felt that there was probably a lot of dust everywhere in the house.

He tried to touch the table, and there was gray, and the chair... it had been cleaned, and the head of the bed was also gray.

The sofa didn't feel the dust because it was fabric.

Cheng Ke walked back and forth in and out of the house several times, and he had to clean up all of this. With his professional level, he probably had to clean up for a day or two.

After pondering for a while in the living room, he went out with the key.

Don't clean up any more.

Go eat.

It was a while before supper time. Cheng Ke walked around the community and couldn't find the store he wanted to enter. Finally, he moved to the street where he was fighting with Jiang Yuduo.

After all, he used to come here often, and he was used to the prosperity and bustle. He has been in a state of anxiety these days. Any familiarity will make him want to get close.

Even if he hadn't had very good memories here.

There is a Starbucks in front of me, so Cheng Ke decided to go there for a while and have something to eat.

There were not many people in the store. When Cheng Ke ordered the items to pay, he suddenly found that he had noticed the price behind the coffee for the first time.

Of course I saw it before, but I have never felt like it is now. The price suddenly no longer a simple number. This feeling suddenly pulled him out of some of the "familiarity" he had just obtained.

Cheng Ke found a sofa in the corner and sat down. After taking a few sips of coffee, he took out his cell phone, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't know what to do, so he put the cell phone back in his pocket.

Although he didn't get up until the afternoon of sleep today, maybe he was always tense and fell asleep just leaning against the sofa.

When I woke up, my coffee was already cold.

Cheng Ke stood up and left with infinite admiration for himself.

He couldn't figure out what it means to be able to fall asleep anywhere these days and fall asleep every time, but this sleep is quite suitable, so he can find a place to have supper now.
Chapter completed!