dhibooks Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Immediately after Jiang Jian hung up the phone, he put on his coat and was ready to go out. Zhao Yunwei just walked out with the boiled porridge when he saw him walking towards the door quickly.
"Ah Jian, where are you going? Didn't you have breakfast?"
Jiang Jian unscrewed the door handle and replied:
"Go out for a while, you and your father can have breakfast first, you don't have to wait for me."
After thinking about it, he folded it back, took out a bag of candy from the storage cabinet and put it in his pocket.
When Jiang Jian hurried to the closed house, she felt something was wrong, it seemed a little too quiet.
Aunt Song led Jiang Jian up the stairs.
"This morning, Young Master Guan Jia and Ms. Rong accidentally fell down the stairs. Young Master Guan Jia was holding a bowl in his hand. When he fell, it shattered and just cut Ms. Rong's face... now he is being trained by Guan Wen. Mr. was sent to the hospital..."
Jiang Jian's eyes darkened when he heard that, and he was a little impatient to hear what Aunt Song said about other people's affairs, but this emotion was immediately hidden, and he followed Aunt Song's words and asked, "How is Guan Jia now?"
Aunt Song paused, took the medicine box on the side and handed it to Jiang Jian: "Young Master Guan Jia...he won't let us touch him...Since Young Master Guan's father left, he seems to be a different person. If there is anything that offends Mr. Jiang, please forgive him."
Jiang Jian looked at the medicine box in her hand and frowned, then turned around and asked Aunt Song:
"he is injured?"
Aunt Song rubbed her hands nervously, feeling a little embarrassed by Jiang Jian's sharp gaze.
"Yes, Young Master Guan probably got his arm cut..."
While talking, the two had already arrived at the door of Guan Jia's room.
Jiang Jian stood in front of Guan Jia's room with a medicine box in hand, and knocked on the door.
No one answered.
Jiang Jian knocked a few more times.
"Mr. Jiang, Young Master Guan..." When Aunt Song was about to say something, the door was opened by Jiang Jian.
Jiang Jian just tried to twist it, but he didn't expect the door to be opened all of a sudden. He looked into the room and saw that the heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was dark with no lights on.
Aunt Song also stood behind her and looked in. Jiang Jian swayed her body, cleverly blocking the view behind her.
Aunt Song retreated knowingly, and closed the door for him by the way.
In that darkness, a group of black shadows curled up in the corner.
Jiang Jian walked towards the black shadow lightly, squatted down slowly, put the medicine box aside, and said softly, "Guan Jia, how are you?"
Guan Heng didn't make a sound, just buried his head between his arms and shook.
Jiang Jian smelled blood, and he thought of Aunt Song saying that Guan Jia's arm might have been scratched.
After asking several times, Guan Heng didn't respond. Jiang Jian felt that it would be better to break this stalemate than this stalemate.
Guan Heng kept silent, but his expression buried under his arm was not painful at all, and even slightly excited. He wanted to know what Jiang Jian would do.
Jiang Jian got up and looked around the room, then went to the head of the bed and turned on a small light, the area on the bed was lit up, but Guan Heng's position was still in a shadow.
After turning on the light, Jiang Jian returned to Guan Heng. Without any nonsense, a princess hugged him directly, and was very careful not to press his arms.
Guan Heng raised his head all of a sudden, his pale face was tense, as if he was angry, but Jiang Jian could see a bit of grievance from his stubborn eyes.
Jiang Jian's heart softened all of a sudden, and the fire in her heart was extinguished. She gently put him on the bed, and carefully looked at his injured arm. Guan Heng's thin clothes were stained with blood.
Jiang Jian frowned and took out the candy from her pocket, tore off the wrapping paper, took out the milky white candy, and stuffed it directly into Guan Jia's mouth.
Guan Heng only felt a milky taste spread on the tip of his tongue, and the sweetness of milk filled his entire mouth. He puffed up his cheeks, and watched Jiang Jian carefully remove his clothes, showing a secret smile on his face.
Jiang Jian lifted his clothes and inspected his wound. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but a not deep and not shallow cut.
He rummaged through the medicine box on the side, unwrapped a pack of medical cotton swabs and sat next to Guan Heng, took the cotton swabs and carefully wiped him with alcohol for disinfection.
The scorching breath sprayed on the skin of Guan Heng's arm, making Guan Heng tremble. The dark yellow bed light fell on Jiang Jian's face, softening his tough facial lines.
The eyelashes are really long, Guan Heng secretly admired Jiang Jian's face.
"If you have time to look at my face, why not use it to pay more attention to the way you walk every time." Jiang Jian said without raising his head, but the strength in his hands did not increase at all.
Guan Heng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and didn't look at him again, and continued to suck the toffee in his mouth.
Jiang Jian couldn't help laughing angrily when he saw that he turned his head away as soon as he spoke. He didn't know why he was angry. It was obviously just a kid who had a kiss once, and he hurried over after answering a phone call.
Without saying a word, he tied up the bandages, packed the medicine box, got up and walked out the door. Before he took two steps, he felt that he was being pulled by the corner of his clothes.
I only heard Nuonuo's voice from behind: "Don't go."
The author has something to say: Guan Jia: The little devil is injured, and I need Jian Jian to hug me to get better
Jiang Jian: hug