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In the early hours, Jiang g y in bed, both hands pced uhe b, resting steadily between his abdomen and chest.
The Fatty was still sleeping on the old sofa in the living room.
The differeoday was that Jiang g did not close the bedroom door.
Perhaps the Fatty was really scared; he tossed and turned on the old sofa, finally moving the sofa to the bedroom door, so that whenever he opened his eyes, he could see Jiang g lying inside.
But for Jiang g, this was quite terrifying. If he slightly turned his head, he could see a round head with eyes staring at him from in front of the bedroom door.
Fortunately, Jiang g didn’t do that. His breathing gradually steadied, and slowly, he fell asleep.
Seeing Jiang g so calm, the Fatty couldn’t help but feel safe too. Perhaps it was irely accurate to say so, but as long as he was near Jiang g, the Fatty felt he couldn’t die.
The closer, the safer, the less likely to die.
As he thought about this, the Fatty’s eyelids began to droop, and his sciousness slowly became blurry.
In the m, a strange sound woke the Fatty from his deep sleep.
He rolled over, and after a few seds, he lifted his heavy eyelids.
In his vision, Jiang g was no longer in the bedroom.
Immediately, the Fatty lost all his sleepiness and sat up from the sofa with a “gurgle.”
“Creak—”
There was a sound from downstairs.
A momehe Fatty finally found Jiang g downstairs. The tter was moving the rack that held medical cases. The Fatty, with great insight, went to help.
“Doctor,” the Fatty said while pushing hard with his shoulder, “Leave this kind of work to me from now on. You don’t o do it yourself.”
After putting away the clothes rack, the Fatty stiously went to wash up and then rushed to the kit to prepare a nutritious breakfast for Jiang g.
He had woken up in a hurry that day, so the Fatty only prepared two bowls of cereal, thehe 1L bottle of pure milk he had grabbed on dist at the supermarket to mix it. Worried it wouldn’t be nutritious enough, he also boiled two eggs for Jiang g.
After seeing Jiang g finish eating, the Fatty finally rexed.
“Doctor, are you full?” the Fatty asked as he ed up the dishes. “Would you like me to fry an egg? I bought a niew barbecue sauce.”
“I’m full.”
“Then you rest for a while, Doctor.” After saying this, the Fatty took the dishes to the kit to wash them.
When he went downstairs, the Fatty immediately boiled water and poured it into Jiang g’s most used pink Peppa thermos, so Jiang g could rest while making coffee.
Jiang g picked up his coffee cup and slowly took a sip, enjoying the feeling of the cheap instant coffee bursting on his tongue.
“Fatty,” Jiang g suddenly asked, “What day is it today?”
The Fatty’s voice was mixed with the sounds of pots, pans, and water running, creating a lively noise. “It’s Friday, Doctor.”
“Is it the end of the month?”
“Your memory is great, Doctor!”
What Jiang g liked most about the Fatty was this: although he was timid, his self-adjustment ability was amazing. As long as he wasn’t scared to death the day before, he woke up the day as a pletely new Fatty.
The Fatty yelled from the kit, “Doctor, do we eat sweet and sour fish or boiled fish for lunch? I o start preparing!”
Jiang g took another sip of coffee, then answered after a few seds, “Sweet and sour, boiled fish takes too many seasonings.”
“Got it, Doctor.”
After hearing Jiang g's words, the Fatty took the fish he bought the day before from the fridge.
Once everything was ready, the Fatty went to wash his hands carefully three times with soap ihroom until there was no fishy smell left, then came out to approach Jiang g.
He sat obediently on the sofa opposite Jiang g, saying nothing, with his hands properly pced on his knees, staring at Jiang g.
Jiang g picked up his phone and replied to a few messages, then put it down, seemingly thinking about something, while drinking the st sip of coffee.
The Fatty licked his lips, his eyes betraying his impatience.
“I didn’t get the mission reward,” Jiang g put the cup down and said calmly, “Someohe door before me.”
The Fatty blinked in disbelief.
“And,” Jiang g leaned ba his chair, “I met someone I khis time.”
The Fatty blinked again, “That pure girl Xiaomeng?”
Now it was Jiang g’s turn to frown, “How do you know?”
He instinctively thought the Fatty’s brainwaves had transmitted the information to him. Last night, he had realized the nightmare was likely caused by brainwaves spreading it. Could it be...
“Doctor, we’ve only gohrough two missions,” the Fatty seemed to realize Jiang g might have misuood, so his face turned slightly awkward. “Out of the two missions, aside from us, only Xiaomeng survived.”
Jiang g: “.”
“Doctor, that’s not important. Tell me about your mission, what happened?” the Fatty asked, his face full of curiosity.
He skillfully filled Jiang g’s cup with water.
Jiang g didn’t disappoint, starting to review the events from the mission.
I have to say, Jiang g had a great talent for storytelling. The plot, already full of twists and turns, seemed epic wheold it.
Of course, he was the only male protagonist.
And in his story, there were three women vying for his attention, peting and feeling jealous.
The Fatty was pletely engrossed.
When Jiang g told the story of how he uhed the mines buried by the vilge chief and others, then moved them to the vilge entrahe Fatty was stunned. He couldn’t help but blurt out in admiration, “No wonder you’re an orphan, who else would do something like that?”
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“Tsk,” Jiang g immediately stopped talking, gng sideways at the Fatty.
Realizing his mistake, the Fatty quickly expined, “Doctor, don’t misuand, I meant to praise your wit.”
After some coaxing, the issue was finally resolved.
The Fatty promised to fry some spicy chi for lunch as an apology to Jiang g.
However, after hearing Asumu’s story, the Fatty fell silent. From the things Asumu had done before, he could hardly be sidered a good person, but the decision he made at the st moment of his life was admirable.
Good and evil are just a matter of a sihought.
“By the way,” the Fatty ed his clothes tightly around himself and said, “That woman, Li Lu, is too powerful. She actually mao deceive both you and Xiaomeng, a a trap to kill you.”
This artly because Jiang g and Xiaomeng were on guard against each other, but there weren’t many people who could pull off something like that.
At this point, the Fatty’s expression became subtle. He leaned closer to Jiang g and smiled slyly, “Doctor, I have a question.”
Jiang g g him, clearly signaling him to tinue.
The Fatty swallowed, his face turning slightly red from excitement. “That night you stayed with Xiaomeng, didn’t anything happen?”
(End of the Chapter)
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