He still likes this feeling, Jiang Ningchuan at this time is no longer the doctor Jiang or teacher Jiang who makes people feel omnipotent, he is Jiang Ningchuan who drinks a little too much, can be coquettish and tricky.

Listening to the sound of unpacking behind him, Jiang Yu couldn't help but knock on the steering wheel a few times, a little nervous.

He Xila went to see an art exhibition last week, Jiang Yu actually admired these people who engaged in art, but he also looked at it and thought it looked good, and he didn't understand the connotation at all.

This good-looking and that good-looking accompanied He Xi for most of the morning, He bought two paintings that matched the style of his studio and prepared to go back and hang them on the wall, Jiang Yu actually held a painting in his arms when he went out.

Jiang Ningchuan put the wrapping paper aside, and what caught his eye was something like a picture frame, but the light in the car was too dim to see what it was.

The picture frame exuded the fragrance of primitive wood, Jiang Ningchuan's unstable body shook for a moment, his head almost knocked up, stared at the thing in front of him and frowned, and put his head on it steadily.

Jiang Yu only thought that he was asleep, and reached out to turn off the loud broadcast, and the speed of the car also decreased.

Jiang Ningchuan suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Are you a snail?" ”

This familiar word made Jiang Yu a little flustered, he always felt that Jiang Ningchuan would stretch out a leg to step on the accelerator at any time, and his little courage was not enough to be scared.

"Hey, I'm speeding up, aren't you sleeping?"

Jiang Ningchuan still closed his eyes, his body swayed with the frame, and said, "Recuperate, I drank a little too much today." ”

Jiang Yu snorted softly, and said in his heart that you are still recuperating like you, and your brain is dizzy. But he just complained silently, but he didn't dare to say it. The drunken Jiang Ningchuan reminded him of a very important matter, and asked: "How did you go home after drinking with Director Lu before, do you drive on your behalf?" ”

"Why are you so troublesome, if you don't stay overnight with me, the old man is too good to drink."

Jiang Yu's heart was inexplicably a little sour, "The director and Aunt Luo like you very much." ”

"What do I want him to like?" Even though he said this, he didn't hide his smile.

Lu Pei is chic and comfortable abroad, the old couple is lonely at home, and often treats Jiang Ningchuan as if he is his own son, and the family has everything for him, so he has to prepare a room for him.

Jiang Yu didn't think about it, and then followed, "Then who do you want to like." ”

"I don't want any." Jiang Ningchuan responded and frowned, "You have too many questions, shut up, I want to recuperate." ”

The oncoming car drove the high beam, Jiang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the light, and accidentally saw the person in the mirror when his eyes shifted. Jiang Ningchuan tilted his head sideways and looked out the window with a frown, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Yu frowned, and never took the initiative to speak along the way.

He knew the unspeakable little bit of caution in his heart, and he didn't intend to say it to scare people.

But people are always not so easily satisfied, and they always want him to look at themselves more when they like the person they like, and they always think that the other party is a little different from themselves.

But the phrase "no one wants" excludes all possibilities, and no matter what, it makes people feel lost.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Yu pressed the elevator on the two floors, handed the key to Jiang Ningchuan and said good night, as if he was going to go home directly.

Jiang Ningchuan was still holding the frame in his arms, and before he could glance at the picture, he was stuffed with a key, looking at the little intern who was not very good, he was puzzled, and asked, "Didn't you say to go see Xiaohong and Xiaohei?" ”

"It's just to give the gift, but since you've already opened it, let's just take it back." Jiang Yu's answer was faint, the elevator "ding", and he was about to go down when he reached the floor.

Jiang Ningchuan freed up a hand to grab his little intern's arm, "You must go to my house today to see Xiaohong and Xiaohei, and you are not allowed to talk." ”

“……”

The elevator door closed again, and the floor continued to go up, looking at the arm that grabbed him, Jiang Yu looked at the sky silently.

Jiang Ningchuan was still a little difficult to hold the picture frame in a daze, Jiang Yu took the things over and hugged them himself, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Jiang Yu didn't treat himself as an outsider, helped Jiang Ningchuan to sit on the sofa, and put the picture frame on the cabinet next to the TV by himself.

The painting is a soft and mellow green, to say that green is a cool color, giving people the feeling of cold or vibrant, but Jiang Yu perceives softness in the different shades of green, like green feathers floating in the sky.

And on that piece of green, a carving knife was used to carve out a series of willow leaf-like gaps, lined with a white wood frame, which reminded Jiang Yu inexplicably of the lancet that Jiang Ningchuan held in his hand during the operation.

In short, such a painting provoked Jiang Yu's eyes, and it was hung in the living room of Jiang Ningchuan's house at this time, although it was a new object that only came today, it did not have any sense of abruptness, and I just felt that it should be placed here.

Glancing around the living room, Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction, feeling that the 3,000 yuan spent on the painting was worth it.

Jiang Ningchuan was still sitting and yawning at first, and when Jiang Yu finished doing his job, he saw him reclining on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.

The eyelids that were dyed peachy pink by the wine were slightly closed, cold when expressionless, and the gentle eyes when smiling were covered, showing the original appearance, Jiang Yu held his breath and looked at it for a long time, for fear that he would wake people up if he breathed heavily, and he felt that he was too stupid to think about it, he was supposed to wake people up, and he couldn't make up all night on the sofa.

Reaching out and pushing it gently, Jiang Ningchuan muttered and turned over, not intending to wake up.

Jiang Yu was not in a hurry, as if he had thought of something funny, he couldn't help but smile and coughed lightly, only to see Jiang Ningchuan frowning slightly, lying flat and sleeping on his side.

Jiang Yu laughed shyly, made a little noise Jiang Ningchuan changed his position, he played several times, and finally coughed so much that his throat was a little dry, and Jiang Ningchuan still didn't wake up.

It's no wonder that he slept so soundly, he has been staring at Zhong Jiajing these days, for fear that he will pass with a rattle, during which he also participated in guiding several surgeries in the hospital over there, and just got off the plane today before he had time to rest, he went to Director Lu's house for dinner, and drinking a little wine just helped him sleep.

Jiang Yu thought that he, Teacher Jiang, might not be able to wake up for a while, and he couldn't bear to wake up when he saw people sleeping so soundly, so he was a little helpless for a while. He wanted to take people to the bedroom, but people are self-aware, and it's no problem to pick them up, but the problem is that he is afraid of smashing people to the ground in the middle of the road, so he has to do it.

After hesitating for a while, he shook off a small blanket and covered it, and brought two chairs from the dining table to block the edge of the sofa, afraid that Jiang Ningchuan would turn over and fall down at night.

After all the preparations, he didn't rush to leave, first boiled the kettle of hot water and poured it into the thermos kettle, afraid that people would wake up thirsty, and put a cup next to the pot intimately, and the service should be a full set.

Jiang Yu sat on the other side of the sofa, ready to go back for a while before leaving, afraid that someone would kick the quilt and catch a cold. After a while, he himself was a little sleepy, Jiang Ningchuan, who was sleeping honestly, turned over, his brows furrowed tightly, and his mouth muttered as if he was saying something, although he couldn't hear it clearly, but looking at his expression, it seemed to be scolding.

Jiang Yu sneered, usually so gentle, who did he scold when he fell asleep.

Jiang Ningchuan's brows furrowed even more, and his voice gradually became louder, Jiang Yu subconsciously leaned his head over, only to hear Teacher Jiang say, "How can you get married?" ”

I couldn't hear any tone in the dream, but the voice was small and vague, and it sounded like complaining.

How did Jiang Yu know that Mr. Jiang dreamed that the old man at home's second wedding was making awkward noises in his dream, and the sentence "How can you get married" made him make up a complaining love story in his mind.

Could it be that Lang has no intention of having a concubine, and he has lived up to the deep affection of this head, and he has gone to find his own happiness.

The little intern pursed his lips, and his heart began to pantothenic acid again, what kind of person can make Mr. Jiang worry about his stomach and can't forget it in his dreams, and what kind of person can make Mr. Jiang show such a look.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and his heart was also panicked, so he had the courage to flatten Mr. Jiang's frowning brows, pursed his lips and left, he didn't want to see Mr. Jiang sad for others, and his crush also had the right to release his possessiveness.

Jiang Ningchuan rubbed his face after waking up in the morning, trying to drive out of his dream of his father Jiang Hai's happy appearance after his marriage, that face galloped in his dream like a tumor all night, the most uncomfortable thing was that he was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up, so he could only endure it, he wanted to take the initiative to call Jiang Hai and scold him for the first time, it was too annoying.

The long-armed-legged man was really aggrieved on the sofa all night, Jiang Ningchuan sat up and stretched, and the bones in his back "crackled" a few times, and then he was completely awake.

When I turned my head and saw the thermos pot on the coffee table and the cup next to it, I finally felt a little relieved after a night of depression, and the little intern was quite caring.