bad kid

Chapter 38

Yan Yue stopped for two days.

But only two days.

Three days later, Ruan Zhimu was in a big class at school when he suddenly received a call from the homeroom teacher Zhao Wanping, saying that Yan Yue accidentally fell while playing basketball, and the soft tissue of the knee joint was contused. After a short treatment by the school hospital, he has now been sent to the Municipal People's Hospital.

Ruan Zhimu hurriedly packed up his textbooks and rushed to the hospital.

When I went to the ward, Yan Yue was half leaning on the bed, his face pale. Zhao Wanping and a boy were standing beside the bed.

The boy looked strange at first, but the more he looked, the more he looked familiar, and then Ruan Zhimu remembered, isn't this the guy with the short hair who had a fight with Yan Yue just after school started.

The hair of the flat-headed boy has grown a bit, and he doesn't look like a juvenile delinquent like he did when he first started school. Zhao Wanping introduced him as Luo Jiang.

In the fourth class in the morning, a group of boys in the class were playing basketball. Yan Yue and Luo Jiang were trying to grab the ball. Luo Jiang bumped into him during a jump shot. It happened that there was a piece of broken stone behind his foot. He sprained and fell to the ground. The skin on his calf and calf was broken. After the MRI examination, it was said that it was a soft tissue contusion, and he had to be hospitalized.

This matter is not serious or minor, because it is not a vicious fight, but an accident. Yan Yue's injury is also a normal sports collision and will not leave sequelae, so it mainly depends on the attitudes of the parents of both parties.

During the fight last time, Luo Jiang's parents did not show up. Zhao Wanping said that the situation of Luo's family was a bit complicated, and it was not convenient for Luo Jiang's parents to come here, so Ruan Zhimu didn't see them at that time.

Ten minutes after Ruan Zhimu arrived at the hospital, Luo Jiang's mother came.

Luo Mu is a thin and elegant woman with long hair tied in a low bun at the back of her head. She looks older than her real age. She has a good temperament and speaks softly, but there is always an indelible sadness between her brows. .

Luo Jiang had been holding his head up, like a little rooster who refused to admit defeat, but when he saw his mother coming, he lowered his head and came to help his mother sit down.

Luo's mother apologized to them, saying that she was not in good health and could not stand for a long time, and she did not intend to be rude.

Ruan Zhimu quickly waved his hand and said it was okay.

Luo's mother understood the situation and expressed her willingness to bear all of Yan Yue's medical expenses. If there is any other compensation, she can also discuss it.

Luo Jiang: "I didn't hit him hard at all, it was because he was too weak, he fell limply when touched."

Luo Mu glared at him: "Still stubborn."

Luo Jiang pursed his lips and remained silent.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Ruan Zhimu was not a fool, and he had some doubts in his heart, but Zhao Wanping and Luo's mother and son were present, so he didn't say it out.

Luo's mother was sincere, and Ruan Zhimu and Yan Yue were not the kind of people who would steal money by touching porcelain, so they quickly negotiated that the Luo family would pay for the medical expenses until Yan Yue recovered, and the rest would be fine.

Zhao Wanping also breathed a sigh of relief.

She has seen many parents who are difficult to serve, especially those who are not of high quality and dote on their children. They don't care whether it is right or wrong. When they see a child injured, they will definitely make a fuss and ask for compensation, and they may even force the other party to transfer to another school.

People like Ruan Zhimu and Luo Mu are really rare.

Several adults went out to ask the doctor about the situation, leaving the two children in the ward.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Luo Jiang looked out of the window boredly, watching the busy traffic on the street.

Yan Yue suddenly said, "Bank card number."

Luo Jiang turned around: "?"

Yan Yue: "Your bank card number, Alipay, or other transfer methods are all fine. I will return all the medical expenses your family paid for you."

He was leaning on the head of the bed sickly, his voice was clearly weak, but it was not to be questioned.

Luo Jiang looked at him coldly: "Finally admit that I fell on purpose?"

Yan Yue chuckled, but there was still no blood on his lips: "Your strength is not enough to break a single finger of mine."

Luo Jiang stared at him: "Why didn't you dare to admit it just now...I'm going to tell Zhao Wanping and my mother."

Yan Yue: "If you tell me, I won't pay back the money."

Luo Jiang didn't have any evidence, and everyone saw that he hit someone.

Luo Jiang: "..."

Yan Yue coughed: "Your mother's Valentino handbag has been used for many years."

Very old style, probably expensive at the time of purchase, but it has been used for a long time at first glance, the metal LOGO is severely worn, the edges of the black soft leather are white, soft and wrinkled.

This is a woman who has been pampered since she was a child, but has endured the hardships of life since then.

When Luo Jiang heard him mention his mother, he clenched his fists and his face was gloomy.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, and I'm not interested in your family's financial situation," Yan Yue said lightly, "You just need to keep this secret for me, keep silent, and you won't have to bear any medical expenses."

Luo Jiang couldn't understand: "Are you sick?"

If it was to get revenge on him and extort his money, it would be understandable.

Yan Yue deliberately fell and injured, and he didn't want his money. There seemed to be no other explanation except that he was mentally ill.

Yan Yue still looked calm and calm, or in other words, he didn't care what Luo Jiang said at all.

"If you agree, give me the card number before they come back," Yan Yue said, "—I owe you a favor, and the matter of you taking my tablet at the beginning of school will be cancelled."

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Ruan Zhimu was speechless.

He can be sure that Yan Yue did it on purpose.

How could there be such a coincidence, Yan Yue played basketball for more than half a year without any bumps, and now because he was going to take care of Zhan Zihang who had a car accident, Yan Yue was suddenly injured, the kind of injury that had to be hospitalized.

The distance between the two hospitals is 10 minutes by car. Yan Yue would drag him until [-] or [-] o'clock in the evening, either to let him read the text, or to help organize the study notes. Anyway, after everything is finished, Ruan Zhi Mu has been exhausted for a long time, and has no time or energy to visit Zhan Zihang.

He questioned Yan Yue, and Yan Yue was more confident than him: "Yeah, I also think that there is no such a coincidence. I just confessed to you, and you decided to get back together with your ex-boyfriend, and you are so smart. He Say what you believe."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

How do you say it.

Boomerang, darts must hit.

Sometimes he would visit Zhan Zihang first, and then Yan Yue.

Yan Yue would lower his eyes and lean against the head of the bed, not talking to him or looking at him.

Ruan Zhimu wanted to change his medicine, but Yan Yue deliberately turned over and tossed and didn't cooperate, lost his temper and threw things around, and tore up the homework he had just finished and threw it in the trash can.

After being scolded by him, he hugged the pillow silently, staring at the quilt, showing that kind of forbearance like an abandoned dog.

Ruan Zhimu didn't know what to do.

Coaxing doesn't work, scolding doesn't work, seducing gifts with gifts is useless, Yan Yue doesn't want those at all.

The soft tissue of Yan Yue's left leg was contused, and he could not stand for a long time. Although the skin on his right leg was only scratched, the dressing needed to be changed every day.

Ruan Zhimu inquired. Yan Yue's injury is not serious. It costs about 200 yuan a day to hire a nurse, which is considered cheap. Some seriously injured patients or elderly people with limited mobility can drive up to [-] yuan a day.

With his degree of frugality, it is naturally impossible to spend this unjustly money, so he has to do everything by himself, from serving tea and water to delivering meals, from washing his body and face in the morning and evening to solving his physiological needs.

Yes, the most urgent and realistic problem is that every time Yan Yue relieves himself, he must be supported by someone.

Ruan Zhimu suspected that he was using public affairs for personal gain, but Yan Yue behaved very honestly.

Ruan Zhimu showed a little reluctance, Yan Yue turned his face away, covered his head under the quilt, and ignored him no matter how much he shouted.

A man so tall and strong looks like a bullied kindergarten kid.

Ruan Zhimu: "All right, all right, let me help you go."

Yan Yue's voice was muffled under the quilt: "I didn't ask you, since you despise me so much, don't worry about me."

Ruan Zhimu: "You didn't ask me, I asked for it myself, okay. Get up quickly, I'll wet the bed later."

In the bathroom, Yan Yue started acting like a demon again.

The barrier-free bathroom is a toilet with handrails on the walls on both sides.

Ruan Zhimu thought he was afraid of not being able to stand firmly, so he asked him to help.

However, after he earnestly supported Yan Yue's waist, Yan Yue quietly said, "Help me untie my pants."

Ruan Zhimu: "You can even hold on to the armrest, but you don't have the strength to untie your pants?"

Yan Yue: "It's because of holding on to the handrail with both hands that I can't do other things, otherwise I will fall if I let go."

Yan Yue rested his hands on the white handrails, motionless, looking at him with lowered eyes, as if waiting for him to serve him.

Ruan Zhimu's face was slightly hot: "I'll get you a mineral water bottle."

"I don't mind if it's a large-caliber mineral water bottle," Yan Yue said, "but even if it's a mineral water bottle, you have to untie my pants first."

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to bite the bullet, hooked his hands on the waistband of his trousers, and helped him pull down the trousers.

Yan Yue was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and the pants were similar to loose pajama pants, with elastic bands, which made them easy to take off.

While tugging, Ruan Zhimu's eyes were fixed on the sink, and he quickly withdrew his hand after tugging, neither looking at Yan Yue nor elsewhere.

Yan Yue: "Pants."

Ruan Zhimu: "Keep an inch, right?"

Yan Yue: "I don't understand what you mean. The pants have to be pulled down, and of course the underwear is also required, otherwise I will pee. Or if you don't want to, you can just help me take out the bird."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue laughed nonchalantly.

"Smile," Ruan Zhimu said angrily, "I shouldn't have promised you just now, I love peeing or not, I'll suffocate you to death."

Yan Yue didn't refute, just looked at him quietly.

Ruan Zhimu hesitated for a moment, then touched his waist with both hands.

The trousers were taken off, and the underside of the hospital gown was empty. As soon as he touched it, his fingers touched the warm and smooth skin.

The waist of a teenager is thin and powerful, flexible and tight, like a piece of unpolished jade.

Ruan Zhimu wanted to grab the side of the underwear and pull it down, but he couldn't find it the first time he touched it.

In this way, his fingers touched Yan Yue's waist unconsciously.

Ruan Zhimu was a little flustered.

Yan Yue lowered his head slightly, and whispered in his ear: "...take this opportunity to eat my tofu?"

The sound is close at hand, and the breath is hot, like a pot of boiling water.

Ruan Zhimu sullenly said, "I'm not that interested."

Yan Yue: "Then what are you doing touching my waist? Is it fun?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...just looking for the side of your underwear, why is your trouser waist so low, don't you panic?"

Yan Yue chuckled, and suddenly let go of the armrest with his left hand, grabbed his hand, and pressed it to the edge of his underwear.

"--I'll help you."

Ruan Zhimu's face turned red like a big tomato.

The two were standing facing each other, he was shorter than Yan Yue, and only his chin could be seen when looking at him.

His hands rested on Yan Yue's waist, like a half-hugging posture.

At this moment, Yan Yue's right wrist was held by Yan Yue, pressing against the edge of his panties, Yan Yue's palm was pressed against the back of his hand, fingers crossed.

Yan Yue's finger hooked his index finger, and he was forced to open his hand, and he was led to penetrate into the edge of his underwear, and hooked the edge of the underwear.

The touch of a finger is the boy's hormone-filled body.

Heat and breath collide in the air.

Soft, charming and ambiguous.

Ruan Zhimu's forehead was covered with sweat, and under tension, he withdrew his hand in a panic.

Snapped.

With a retraction of his fingers, the edge of the panties he was grasping bounced back, making a slight slap on Yan Yue's waist.

In the quiet bathroom, the sound was particularly loud.

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue looked down and frowned slightly: "...it hurts."

Ruan Zhimu: "It deserves it."

"You hurt me so much," Yan Yue whispered, "Brother, rub it for me."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Without waiting for him to react, Yan Yue covered the back of his hand again, grasped it tightly and pressed it to his waist.

This time Ruan Zhimu was forced to open his hands completely, and pressed his palms tightly against the boy's warm waist, rubbing them up and down.

Ruan Zhimu was pulled suddenly, Yan Yue was so strong that he staggered and almost fell.

In a panic, he grabbed Yan Yue's waist and subconsciously glanced down——

Wrapped in black panties, it was a bulging mass.

Ruan Zhimu closed his eyes, wishing he could poke his eyes blind on the spot.

"So this is what you want to see," Yan Yue glanced down, and said, "Are you satisfied—I mean, compared with your ex-boyfriend?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Whether you are satisfied or not, what does it have to do with him!"

"Well, it's okay," Yan Yue said, "This is between the two of us, and of course it has nothing to do with anyone else."

The author says:

Ruan Ruan: I don't think that's what I mean

Yan Yan: It’s okay, I’ll take it as what you mean (＾－＾)V