When Jiang Cong returned to Noone, the debris on the floor had indeed been taken care of.

Because of today's trouble, Yi Linhe put up a "closed for business" sign early, and someone helped him with the cleaning, so he simply settled down in the lounge chair at the front desk to play the game of landlords leisurely.

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

Woolen cloth."

If Yang Lang and Bai Daiyi hadn't come over and mentioned it, he would never have imagined that the girl he saw at the door was actually the real person in the photo.

Jiang never said anything to him, and lay down diagonally on the sofa, with his long legs crossed on the coffee table in front of him. He looked a little tired, but he didn't know what he thought of, and he lightly curled his lower lip.

After Yi Linhe's game ended, he remembered something, put away his cell phone, stood up and walked towards him, "Oh, by the way, Aunt Rong came in the evening and told you that your parents will go back tomorrow and asked you to..."

He spoke a bit slowly, and he paused for a moment. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the expression of the lazy boy on the sofa, he continued: "...I'll go home too."

Go back...home.

Jiang Cong still didn't say a word, his black eyelashes were lowered, and there was no obvious emotional change on his face, but the relaxed smile on his lips had long been gone.

After a while, he chuckled softly, his tone cold and slightly mocking: "Where do I come from?"

His home had long since disintegrated and collapsed, existing in name only.

Yi Linhe frowned, sighed, and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he sat down on the small sofa next to him.

The air was quiet for a few seconds. He took out the cigarette in his pocket, opened the cigarette case with his thumb, and handed it to Jiang Cong, "Want one?"

Jiang Cong slightly raised his eyelids and raised his hand to pick it up, but he suddenly stopped when he was halfway up. He stared at the cigarettes in the box inexplicably for a few seconds, then put down his hand and looked at Yi Linhe's eyes that contained comfort.

He asked doubtfully: "Do you think little girls don't like the smell of cigarettes?"

Yi Linhe: "..."

Damn...

That worthless comfort suddenly disappeared.

Yi Linhe gritted his teeth, retracted his hand that was hanging in the air, took a root and put it in his mouth, and said angrily: "If you don't want to smoke, I will fall down."

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

The lighter rang, a few wisps of smoke floated into the room, and there was another long silence.

Yi Linhe's cheeks sunk deeply, he blew out the smoke, and returned to the slightly sensitive topic, "Are you going to stay like this forever, staying in this small club? How old are you?"

I don't know if his words contained the preaching of an elder, the regret of a friend, or a combination of both.

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

There was nothing glamorous about him. The young man had shocking scars all over his body, and his face was almost bloody. Everyone was sighing, but even then, he still stood upright in the ring, stubborn and unbeatable.

He's crazy. He just wants to win.

A fledgling boy fought with an opponent who was three years older than him and had won a professional boxing award. Yi Linhe had never seen such a desperate fighting style. He had been the referee of countless boxing matches. That was the only time that Yi Linhe

Lin He raised his hand with extremely complicated emotions.

The young man was proud at heart, but his features were numb and desolate.

The purpose of that national youth event organized by the well-known domestic boxing association was to select good talents and train them to go to international competitions. It also set up generous bonuses. Jiang Cong came out halfway. After winning the championship, he rejected the association and all parties.

The olive branch he extended was just that amount of money.

It was with that money that he had noone, and Jiang Cong escaped from the home that was like hell to him.

Yi Linhe felt that this boy's sharp edge should not be restrained under any circumstances.

Pulled back from his distant thoughts, the boy on the sofa remained silent, Scarlet was extinguished in the ashtray, and Yi Linhe's words fell into silence.

Yi Linhe sighed silently and did not continue the topic. Suddenly he realized that there seemed to be something missing around him tonight. He looked around, "Eh? Where is the little bratty cat?"

"Ouch~"

Perhaps as he was saying this, a fluffy white shadow jumped in at the door.

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

It walked in like a boss with steps that it didn't recognize, and its owner looked very confident.

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

A fat cat doesn't show off to others.

"Jiang Tiechui." Jiang Cong shouted word by word.

The fat cat yelled at him angrily, with a frantic look as if he was saying: Your name is Jiang Tiechui.

"You little heartless one." Jiang Cong said angrily, "Come here, there is something to eat."

Jiang Tiechui never had trouble with food, but he still pretended to think about it, then walked slowly to the sofa, jumped up, and hit Jiang Cong in the stomach with his fat cat body.

Jiang never paid attention and groaned when he was hit.

"...Fuck," he cursed, looking at it angrily, "you don't know how much you weigh?"

"Ouch~" Where's the delicious food?

Jiang Cong straightened up slightly, took out a bag of newly bought cat biscuits from the box under the coffee table, opened it and fed it to it.

As soon as his hand touched the soft cat's back, Jiang Tiechui moved away from him and refused to let him touch it. He only had cookies in his eyes.

"Tsk." Jiang Cong was very unhappy. The tip of his tongue touched his back teeth lightly, "White-eyed cat."

Jiang Cong stopped touching it, resting his elbows on the back of the sofa, supporting his head, looking at the rebellious fat cat in his arms regardless of its appearance.

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

And her soft voice.

Well, very well behaved.

Jiang Cong raised his lips slightly, and the depression that was blocking his chest gradually dissipated.

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

Li Zhengye works for a well-known state-owned enterprise. He had been working in a small subsidiary in Yiyang City before. Now he has been steadily promoted to the headquarters. In order to follow up on an important project led by him, he was promoted.

My family moved and came to Beihe City.

The residential buildings in the old district of Qingpu are allocated by the company. Most of them live here with the families of employees of the same company. The infrastructure is complete but old. The walls are peeling off badly, and the mottled rust on the edges of the windows has long and twisted marks, which makes it look a little bit a bit awkward.

dilapidated.

Li Xingchen walked up the steep and narrow stairs to the third floor. As soon as he inserted the key and opened the door, a sharp female voice mixed with anger could be clearly heard.

"I'm a prodigal?! Li Zhengye, please understand, how much money do I have to lose? You were not broke when you married me, but our family didn't even ask for a single cent of the bride price. In order to support you in your career, we gave you some money."

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