What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

Chapter 115 Look up, it's Chinese New Year.

Jiang Li didn't speak, she knew he was comforting her, but her brain was overloaded now, and she didn't have the extra energy to conceive more words.

The car accident was brought up again, and when she thought about it, the person with a smiley face in front of her might disappear forever, and she was afraid for a while.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li tightened his arms, buried his face in front of his broad and powerful chest, and hugged him even tighter.

The familiar orange scent filled her taste buds, reminding her that he really existed.

She didn't understand why, obviously she was the one who wanted to divorce at the beginning, but now she can only find peace of mind in Shanglu, and it's also herself.

Shanglu didn't wait for her to speak, knowing that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't force him, hugged her and moved to the side of the road to make way for the flow of crowds and vehicles, then pressed his chin against the top of her hair and rubbed gently , also imitated her and hugged her tightly.

With his long arms and legs, he easily hugged her in his arms.

Stepping on the shadow of the sycamore branches being knocked down on the ground, the big screen opposite Shanglu began to play every bit of beauty that happened in this city in the past year.

Crowds gradually gathered on the squares and highways, and there were more hawkers selling balloons in plush doll costumes at some intersections. Expectations for the New Year ignited and spread among the crowd, and also infected Phytophagophyta and Jiang Li who were on the edge of the crowd. personal.

Shang Lu's eyes moved, "Jiang Li."

"Huh?" Jiang Li buried his head in front of his chest, because of the infection of the atmosphere in the crowd and Shang Lu Wuyan's company, his mood has calmed down a lot.

Shanglu didn't continue talking, but just hugged her and turned around in place, so that she was facing the big screen where the countdown started after the video was played.

Jiang Li raised his head slightly, trying to see the expression on his face clearly, but Shang Lu lowered his head and buried his head on her neck, "Look up, it's Chinese New Year."

As soon as he finished speaking, the countdown on the big screen had already returned to zero, and the four characters "Happy New Year" appeared impressively in the explosion of electronic fireworks, lighting up the dark sky a bit brighter.

The crowded crowd also followed the countdown on the big screen and shouted a deafening "Happy New Year".

Jiang Li raised his head over Shanglu's shoulder, staring blankly at the scrolling New Year's greetings and people's photo wall on the big screen, his pupils flickered slightly by the afterglow of electronic fireworks.

Shanglu leaned against her ear and said softly, "Jiang Li, Happy New Year."

Jiang Li's nose was sore, he padded his feet and put his arms around Phytolaca's neck.

Many times, a hug brings two people closer than any other close contact.

Just separated by two layers of clothing, the two beating hearts are close to each other, just like now, they are hugging like no one else in the fireworks and blessings.

No extra words, just a quiet hug.

For a long time, the photo wall on the big screen was gradually replaced by advertisements, including the advertisement of Gm, which is endorsed by Shanglu.

Jiang Li quietly looked at Shanglu on the big screen. He was still wearing the formal suit provided by Gm, and he was sitting on a round high stool with haughty eyes.

The cuff of his left arm was rolled up slightly, revealing a strong and powerful arm. The veins snaked up the arm from the back of his hand, and finally submerged in the cuff.

Jiang Li suddenly called out to him: "Shanglu."

"I'm here."

"Happy New Year." Jiang Li hugged him and rubbed against his shoulder, Shang Lu chuckled, tightened his arms and patted her on the back lightly.

"Digested?"

"It's digested." Jiang Li reluctantly let go of his arms, his arms were so comfortable and at ease, like her comfort zone, she felt a little uncomfortable when she suddenly let go.

Looking up at his teasing eyes, Jiang Li hooked his fingers and asked tentatively, "Can I hold your hand?"

"Here, here you are."

Shang Lu responded very simply, and frankly stretched out his hand, palm up, and handed it to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li put his hand on it, squeezed his fingers into his and intertwined with his.

Maybe it was because he was hugged by her for too long just now, his hands were always exposed, and the palms that were always hot and dry were also cold, just like hers.

"What do you want to eat?" Shang Lu was in a good mood, glanced at her with downcast eyes and a smile, pulled her into the side of the road, and followed the crowd.

After his reminder, Jiang Li remembered that he and Shang Lu were in a hurry to go out at night, and they didn't even have time to eat dinner.

Shanglu has a bad stomach, but she still stays with her on an empty stomach, and the bloodstains on her face haven't had time to deal with it. This kind of knowledge makes her feel guilty.

Jiang Li dragged Shanglu into a chaoshou shop by the roadside, and ordered Chaoshou in clear soup according to Shanglu's taste, while he ordered Chaoshou in red soup full of red oil.

There were a lot of people in the store, Jiang Li glanced at his hand plate number, and said to Shanglu: "You wait for me here first, I will go out to buy something, and I will be back in a while."

"it is good."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Li came back with two big bags of things. She handed a cup of heated cherry passion fruit tea to Phytolacca, and then kept the room temperature one for herself.

Shang Lu took a look, inserted the straw into the cup, saw her take out the alcohol pads and bandages from the plastic bag, and frowned subconsciously: "Are you injured? Did you get injured in the store just now?"

"No." Jiang Li tore off the wrapping paper of an alcohol pad, and sat across from Phytophthora.

Shang Lu didn't believe it, so he got up and sat beside her, holding her face in both hands to look around.

After confirming that there were no signs of injury on her face, she took her hand. Jiang Li directly raised his left hand to pinch his chin, stopping his movement, "It's not me, I'm not injured, it's you, the wound on your face It hasn't been processed yet."

Hearing what she said, Shang Lu heaved a sigh of relief, and Jiang Li stuffed the torn alcohol pad into his hand, "Take care of it yourself, there are band-aids here."

Shang Lu didn't move, sighed, and pretended to be wronged: "My arm hurts, and I can't lift my strength."

Jiang Li glanced suspiciously at his exposed arm.

In order to make what he said more convincing, Shang Lu blinked and emphasized again, "Really, I don't know who hugged me for more than three hours just now, I was still bent over, and my waist hurt .”

Seeing that Jiang Li was still suspicious, Shang Lu sighed again, looked up at the ceiling with a gloomy expression, and continued to complain: "Jiang Tiedan, you don't even know that you love me, I hugged you for more than three times in the cold wind. When I was young, you still doubted me, tsk."

"Then I'll help you?" Jiang Li was amused by his out-of-shape words.

Shanglu nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Li tore open a pack of alcohol pads again, and moved towards him, Shang Lu sat up straight quickly, and moved his face closer to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li pinched his chin with one hand, fixed his head to the right, and gently wiped the edge of the bloodstain on his cheek with an alcohol swab.

The wound was a bit long, as if scratched by a sharp object, from the cheekbone to the corner of the lip, perhaps because the time had been a bit long and the blood had solidified.

Jiang Li tried his best to clean up his wound as lightly as possible, but Shang Lu still sucked in a breath of air.

His curly eyelashes fluttered gently, and his eyes fell softly on Jiang Li's lips, which were close at hand.

She came out in a hurry today, she only put on a layer of lip balm, her lips were plump and shiny, at this moment, she slightly pursed her lips because of her concentration.

Shanglu's Adam's apple rolled down, and Jiang Li had already withdrawn his hand, wrapped the blood-stained alcohol cotton pad in a packaging bag and threw it into the trash can, then tore off a band-aid and stuck it on him.

"Please pick up customer number 99 at the pick-up counter."

The mechanical meal reminder sounded, and Shang Lu got up to pick it up.

The Chao Shou tastes very good. Shang Lu looked at the light bowl of clear soup in front of him, and then glanced at the layer of red oil in Jiang Li's bowl. He asked Jiang Li for two Chao Shou and added some more. Chili oil.

As a result of his death, at 02:30 in the morning, Phytophthora suddenly suffered from acute gastroenteritis and was sent to the hospital.

(End of this chapter)