She is soft on my heart

Chapter 28 Very Good, Very Good
When Jiang Cong returned to Noone, the debris on the ground had been dealt with as expected.

Because of today's troubles, Yi Linhe put up the "Closed Business" sign early on, and someone did the cleaning for him, so he just sat on the recliner at the front desk and played against landlords leisurely.

Hearing the movement at the door, Yi Linhe raised his head and glanced, then looked back at the time on the phone. He smiled and joked: "So fast? I thought Boss Jiang would stay with him for a while Woolen cloth."

If Yang Lang and Bai Daiyi hadn't come over and raised their mouths, he wouldn't have thought of such a coincidence that the girl he saw at the door was actually the right one in the photo.

Jiang never answered his words, and lay down on the sofa, with his long legs crossed on the coffee table in front of him. He looked a little tired, but for some reason, he slightly curled his lower lip.

Yi Linhe's round was over, and when he remembered something, he put away his phone and got up and walked towards him, "Oh, by the way, Aunt Rong came in the evening, saying that your parents will go back tomorrow, let you"

He spoke a bit slowly, and he stopped here, seeing that there was nothing unusual on the expression of the tired and lazy boy on the sofa, and then continued: "...Go home too."

go home.

Jiang Cong still didn't say a word, his black eyelashes were lowered, and no obvious emotional changes could be seen on his face, but the relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth just now had already disappeared completely.

After a while, he gave a soft "sneer", his tone was cold and slightly mocking: "Where did I come from?"

His family has long since disintegrated and collapsed, existing in name only.

Yi Linhe frowned, sighed, and sat down on the small sofa next to him, not knowing how to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, he took out the cigarette in his pocket, opened the case with his thumb, and handed it to Jiang Cong, "One?"

Jiang Cong slightly raised his eyelids, and raised his hand to pick it up, but he stopped suddenly after halfway up, staring at the cigarettes in the box for a few seconds inexplicably, then put down his hands, and looked at Yi Linhe with implied comforting eyes.

He asked suspiciously: "Tell me, don't girls like the smell of cigarettes?"

Yi Linhe: "."

I fucking.
The worthless comfort disappeared in an instant.

Yi Linhe gritted his teeth, withdrew his hand hanging in the air, took a stick into his mouth, and said angrily: "Whether you want to smoke or not, you will fall down if you don't."

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

There was a sound of the lighter, and a few wisps of smoke floated in the room, and there was another long silence.

Yi Linhe's cheeks sunken, he puffed out his cigarette, and returned to the slightly sensitive topic, "Are you going to stay like this forever, nestled in this small club? How old are you?"

He didn't know whether it was the preaching of the elders, the regret of his friends, or both.

The scene of seeing Jiang Cong for the first time is still imprinted in Yi Linhe's mind very clearly, and he will never forget the feeling at that time.

It was not glamorous at all, the young man had shocking scars all over his body, his face was almost bloody from the beating, everyone was sighing, but even so, he still stood upright on the ring, stubbornly unbeatable.

He is crazy.He just wants to win.

A fledgling boy, fighting against an opponent who is three years older than him and has won a professional boxing award, Yi Linhe has never seen such a desperate style of fighting. He has been a referee in countless boxing matches, and that is the only time, Yi Linhe Lin He raised his hand with extremely complicated emotions.

The boy's bones are proud, but his features are numb and desolate.

The purpose of that national youth competition organized by the well-known domestic boxing association was to select good seedlings and train them to go to international competitions. At the same time, they also set generous bonuses. Jiang Cong came out halfway. After winning the championship, he rejected the association and all directions. An olive branch thrown, as long as that money.

It was because of that money that Noone was born, and Jiang Cong escaped from his hellish home.

Yi Linhe felt that this kid's sharpness should not be restrained no matter what.

Pulled back from his distant thoughts, the boy on the sofa remained silent, his scarlet extinguished in the ashtray, and Yi Linhe's words fell to nothing.

Yi Linhe sighed silently, did not continue the topic, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something missing around tonight, so he looked around, "Eh? Where's the little cat?"

"Ow~"

Perhaps it was his muttering, and a fluffy white shadow jumped out of the door.

This white cat's hair is soft and shiny, and its body is more than twice as fat as ordinary cats, making it look very bloated, but its blue eyes are like glass, and it can't help but look very cute.

It walked in like a big man with a pace that its relatives did not recognize, and the owner's appearance was seven points.

"Heh" Jiang Cong glanced at the defiant fat cat on the ground, and ordered, "Come here."

Fat Cat doesn't show off.

"Jiang Tiehammer." Jiang Cong shouted every word.

Fat Cat yelled at him angrily, with a frenzied look as if saying: Your name is Jiang Tiechui.

"Little heartless." Jiang Cong said angrily, "Come here, I have something to eat."

Jiang Tiehammer never had trouble with food, but he pretended to think about it before he walked slowly to the sofa, jumped up, and the fat cat's body hit Jiang Cong's stomach.

Jiang never paid attention, and let out a muffled grunt when he was hit.

"Fuck," he cursed, and stared at it sullenly, "you don't know how much you weigh?"

"Aww~" What about delicious food?
Jiang Cong straightened up a little, took out a bag of newly bought cat biscuits from the box under the coffee table, opened it and fed it.

As soon as his hand touched the soft cat's back, Jiang Tiechui avoided letting him touch it, only seeing the biscuit.

"Tsk." Jiang Cong was very upset, and lightly touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue, "White-eyed cat."

Jiang Cong didn't touch it anymore, rested his elbows on the back of the sofa, propped his head, and looked at the rebellious fat cat in his arms regardless of his appearance.

I don't know which moment, which string was broken, and a gentle and quiet face suddenly appeared in my mind.

And her soft voice.

Well, very good, very good.

Jiang Cong lifted his lips slightly, and the annoyance that was stuffed in his chest dissipated bit by bit.

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The reason why Li Xingshen came to Beihe City was to cooperate with Li's father's job transfer.

Li Zhengye works in a well-known state-owned enterprise. Before that, he had been working in a small subsidiary in Yiyang City. Now he has been steadily promoted to the headquarters. In order to follow up an important project led by him, he took the initiative. The family moved and came to Beihe City.

The residential buildings in the old area of ​​Qingpu are allocated by the company. Most of the family members of the employees of the same company live here. The infrastructure is complete but old, and the wall is peeling off badly. dilapidated.

Li Xingchen went up the steep and narrow stairs to the third floor, and as soon as he inserted the key to open the door, a shrill female voice mixed with anger came to his ears clearly.

"I'm a prodigal?! Li Zhengye, do you understand how much money I lost? You were not poor when you married me, but our family didn't even ask for a gift. "

"However, your mother insists on pretending to be a good person and stuffing money-losing goods into the house. There is no blood relationship at all. Why don't you say the money you spent on her for so many years?!"

(End of this chapter)