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103 The hands and Jiang Fanxi's ten fingers are tightly clasped

103

Jiang Fanxi was putting dumplings into the hot pot, but when he saw Tang Yi coming in again, he immediately went into the kitchen with a very bad expression.

Seeing that Tang Yi's face was also bad, Jiang Zhicun thought that the two young people had a quarrel. He hurriedly became a peacemaker and asked Tang Yi to sit next to Jiang Fanxi.

So Jiang Fanxi came out of the kitchen again and saw this scene-

Tang Yi and Jiang Zhicun were able to drink white wine.

Jiang Fanxi was really afraid that Tang Yi would not be able to return to Beijing if he got drunk, so he hurriedly stepped forward and snatched Tang Yi's wine glass: "You still have to drive, don't drink it."

Tang Yi looked at her with a smile: "There are still people who don't let customers drink?"

Jiang Zhicun also spoke out: "Yes, Yaoyao cannot be rude to customers!"

"Dad!" Jiang Fanxi was anxious, "He is the one who drives back on the highway for several hours. How can you let someone drink white wine?!"

Tang Yi said: "I will go back tomorrow and stay in a hotel tonight."

Jiang Fanxi had nothing to say now. He knew that he had the intention to spend the night here today, so he didn't want to persuade him, so he put the wine glass back in front of him.

The transparent wine in the cup hit the glass and splashed a few drops.

Tang Yi was not annoyed, but instead gently held her hand and said warmly: "Eat."

Jiang Fanxi broke free and sat down with a red face.

She was always wary of Tang Yi talking randomly, and was in a tense mood. She didn't have the mood to eat, and she kept carrying the hot lettuce from the bowl to eat.

Tang Yi and Jiang Zhicun chatted about liquor for a while, and then talked about the topic of "Made in China 2025". The more they talked, the more they became, the more they became.

Seeing that the topic would not burn on him for a while, Jiang Fanxi had just relaxed his energy, and heard Tang Yi ask, "Uncle, where did you hurt you to be unable to move?"

Jiang Fanxi was shocked, afraid that Jiang Zhicun would remember what happened back then, and was about to stop Tang Yi from continuing to ask, but Jiang Zhicun said: "Spine fracture and dislocation are accompanied by spinal cord injury."

Tang Yi nodded and said, "The medical level of Zhangjiakou is still limited. Why don't I take you to Beijing to have a look? If not, we will go to the United States for treatment. It is a little bit to recover."

Jiang Zhicun always kept smiling, seemingly optimistic and open-minded: "I can't get back to normal with this disease. Since I'm still unable to move in the end, we won't make any trouble. In fact, I've been used to it for so many years."

Tang Yi was about to speak, but he felt his thighs being twisted.

He turned his face to look at the initiator.

Jiang Fanxi warned him with his eyes while twisting his thighs.

The man sits generously, with his knees open, and the woman cannot twist the tight quadriceps on the front of her thigh with his small hands, and instead twists the softer muscles on the inner side of her thigh.

Tang Yi felt sweat from his forehead, put his hand under the table, and held Jiang Fanxi's unrestrained little hand.

Jiang Fanxi was shocked and was about to pull out, but his hand was pressed tighter.

Tang Yi opened his big hand and completely wrapped her little hand in his palm, both light and heavy, tightly pressed it one by one.

"Uncle, you are still young. Even if we recover to 30%, we can stand up with the help of equipment and move around at home, which will greatly improve the quality of life."

Tang Yi's expression was as usual and persuaded Jiang Zhicun to hold Jiang Fanxi's fingers tightly under the table.

...

Tang Yi and Jiang Zhicun's drinking did not end until three o'clock in the afternoon. If Jiang Fanxi had not been urging them to end soon, he would probably have been drinking until eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Fanxi sent Tang Yi downstairs, but Tang Yi was already so angry that he was lost.

"Don't give the old man unreal hope anymore, my dad..." Jiang Fanxi swallowed his throat and did not develop a sluggish look. "He used to have severe depression. If the depression recurs due to our affairs in the future, I really don't know what to do."

Tang Yi came to visit her home without her consent, and even said so many things to Jiang Zhicun that shouldn't have said, which made her feel embarrassed and angry.

She felt very upset. She was in a bad mood when she went back to her hometown, but after Tang Yi was tortured, she felt even worse.

She subconsciously twisted her ten fingers until her knuckles turned white.

Tang Yi reached out his hand and wrapped her hands.

The man's palms are dry and warm.

She subconsciously loosened her tightly strangled hands.

Tang Yi wrapped her right hand with his left hand and put it in his warm coat pocket.

"We'll go into the car and talk for a while."

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