Chapter 9: "Do you want your feet!"

Chapter 9: "Do you want your feet!"

    White sugar was in a bright and warm room, staring blankly at the man hidden in the dark corner, the tools that had hurt him before poured out and were thrown away one by one in the big trash can, Suddenly a flash of blue light flashed for a moment, abrupt and strange.

     Baitang's pupils shrank, and he turned his face away in a hurry. His memory was like the sea water at night, and he was sucked into the seabed dark and salty.

    "Hey, sugar," Jiang Yunsu sat beside the bed, his knuckled fingers turned a pair of handcuffs, and a sapphire flashed away, "Climb over."

    The white sugar who had just taken a bath paused for only a second, then landed on his knees skillfully and climbed to Jiang Yunsu's feet.

    Jiang Yunsu hooked her lips and glanced at the kneeling omega, moved her legs charitably, and Bai Tang obediently rubbed the instep of Jiang Yunsu with her cheek, like a coquettish cat.

    Jiang Yunsu put the handcuffs on Baitang's wrist in a good mood, "How is it? Does it look good?"

    Sugar held her hands up like a prisoner. He saw that the shape of the handcuffs was not a regular circle, but an irregular shape with corners. It was carved with a beautiful rose pattern, and the center of the rose was impressive Encrusted with a brilliant sapphire.

    "This sapphire was auctioned for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and I designed the handcuffs myself," Jiang Yunsu said proudly, "It took three months to make the sterling silver. It's your face in your hands, you know?"

    Irregular precious metal chrome made the white sugar wrists red and broken, and he thanked his long and curled eyelashes: "It's beautiful... Thank you sir."

     Later, during the violent and violent affair, he accidentally smeared a drop of saliva on the handcuffs, and was then tortured and beaten.

    Bai Tang hugged her knees and curled up in the corner, her eyes staring blankly for a long time.

    Jiang Yunshu saw that the bandages on the soles of Baitang’s feet were stained with blood, but he did not dare to act rashly, because Baitang was obviously still in an acute stress response, any change in the outside world would aggravate the condition , elicited a more violent reaction, whether he got up and walked to sit on the sofa, or just changed his position, let alone touched it.

    Jiang Yunshu kept squatting on one knee and carefully observed Baitang's expression. He believed that Baitang already had post-traumatic stress disorder, and the trigger was that box of tools.

    But he is not a professional psychiatrist, but he has taken psychology-related electives in college. He must make Baitang trust him as soon as possible, and then go to psychotherapy.

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    Jiang Yunshu's feet were already numb, and he shifted his center of gravity several times.

     Baitang's eyes rolled slowly, and he was blank for more than 20 minutes, only vaguely heard someone whispering to him in a trance, "No one will hit you again in the future, Don't be afraid", repeated several times.

    He lifted his sweaty face from his knees and saw the alpha in front of him sitting three or four steps away from him.

    Memories poured in, sugar's eyelashes trembled, like butterfly wings as thin as cicada wings in the sun.

    He began to wonder if alpha really had amnesia, because how could that arrogant and arrogant man sit on the ground for almost half an hour just to wait for him, that Jiang Yunsu who loves money like his life and is arrogant How can you throw your proud design into the trash?

    To test whether he was really obedient during the period of his "amnesia", to test whether he obeyed the rules set in the past, and to test whether he acted recklessly on the basis of his "amnesia" .

    Although Bai Tang can't wait to destroy all those tools and throw them away, he is not stupid enough to risk his hard life for his own desires.

    He said in a hoarse voice, "Sir...you can't throw it."

    "Huh?" Jiang Yunshu wondered.

    White sugar dare not look at alpha's face again: "There is a sapphire handcuff in it...you can't throw it away."

    "No more." Jiang Yunshu expressed his attitude without hesitation, "Come on, take you to the sofa and change the gauze."

    "But..." White sugar's face was mixed with old and new tears, and said cautiously, "Sir, you said that you spent more than 100,000 yuan on that sapphire, and you designed it yourself..."

    Jiang Yunshu stretched out his hand, a hundred thousand? ! His original half-year salary? ! Migrant worker Dr. Jiang hesitated.

    Maybe Jiang Yunshu's expression was too shaken, Baitang lowered his head again, covering his eyes that were ashes as death, it turned out to be waiting for him here, trash can, alpha, how could these heavenly sons and daughters go? Turning through the trash can, how could that alpha who loves money really be willing to throw away hundreds of thousands for no reason? It turns out... It turns out that he is waiting here...

    Jiang Yunsu wanted to see his stench all over his body and his hands full of filth, he pretended to be distressed on the surface, but he couldn't help laughing at him in his heart: "Sure enough, this stinky **** is only fit to dig through the garbage. "

    White sugar suppressed the fear of being abused by the box of tools, a reluctant smile raised on his pale face, he supported his stiff body and stood up staggeringly, and said sensible and considerately: "Sir, let me pick it up for you."

    Jiang Yunshu picked him up and put him on the sofa, "You sit, I'll pick it up."

    But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he is dirty now, Jiang Yunsu actually hugged him without disgust, Bai Tang looked at Alpha's jawline in disbelief, how could this be possible Woolen cloth…

    But in just a few seconds, there was no room for Baitang to think. Seeing alpha turn around and leave, he reflexively grabbed the corner of Jiang Yunshu's clothes and pleaded: "Sir, let me pick it up, sir. …”

    "What nonsense," Jiang Yunshu frowned and took a step forward, the feeling of pulling on his clothes suddenly disappeared, he took a broom and went out, "You sit, I will soon come back."

    Bai Tang looked at his empty palm in shock, and didn't react for a while, he was rejected... How is it possible... But now there is only one thought in his mind, he can't let alpha walk out of this door , or you will be punished...!

    White sugar couldn't handle so much, he eagerly went to the ground, ran barefoot towards Jiang Yunshu who was about to step out of the door, grabbed the alpha's thigh: "Sir, sir, I'll come, please, please. Now...you can't get Mr.'s hands dirty."

    Jiang Yunshu looked at him in disbelief, hurriedly picked up the sugar, and whispered: "Do you want your feet!"

    The white sugar shuddered, tears fell on the thin chin, and said pitifully: "I can help Mr. pick it up..."

    Mental and physical health is Jiang Yunshu's bottom line. Before he touches on the principle issue, he can follow the white sugar unconditionally and take it step by step, but once it is involved, he will not compromise.

    And judging from the stress response of White Sugar just now, that box of tools is obviously the key to triggering White Sugar ptsd, and it is impossible for him to let White Sugar see it again.

    "No," Jiang Yunshu looked at the already red gauze, sighed, and coaxed in a tone of coaxing Zhou An, "My dear, your foot is injured and you can't pick it up."

    "I, I can do it..." Bai Tang shook his hands and carefully grasped Jiang Yunshu's collar, frightened and frightened, as if he would kill him if he didn't pick it up. Shaking his head and sobbing, he said incoherently, "No, uh, no... If you don't pick it up, Mr. will hit me, he will hit me..."

    Jiang Yunshu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said firmly: "No, I won't hit you, and I won't in the future."

    I don't know which sentence hit the white sugar, his face was filled with despair and despair like never before, shaking even more.

    Jiang Yunshu put the white sugar on the sofa and was caught in a dilemma for a while, and he was a little helpless.

    But within a few minutes, he decided: "Then don't pick it up, we don't want it."

    Things that have hurt sugar, don't need any money.

    But this sentence sounded like a threat in disguise to Baitang, he raised his head and his pale lips trembled: "...No sir, I beg you."

    Jiang Yunshu: "…"

    He calmed down and thought, the problem now is that the handcuffs are to be picked up, but the white sugar will not let him pick it up, he will not let the white sugar pick it up...

    Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, and in Baitang's surprised eyes, he tapped his head as if he was stupid, so why not find a third person to pick it up for them? !

    He made a phone call to the property: "Hello, this is room 1507, can you give me the phone number of the cleaning aunt?"

    Soon, someone rang the doorbell, and Jiang Yunshu warned: "Bai Tang, don't go to the ground again."

    White sugar did not dare to speak, bit her lip and nodded, staring closely at the alpha who went to open the door, he saw Jiang Yunsu politely thank you, and then gave two large bills to the person outside the door, the door closed Afterwards, Alpha was carrying a black plastic bag, which should contain the pair of sapphire handcuffs.

    Jiang Yunshu stood a few steps away from the white sugar, and shook the plastic bag towards the omega. Suddenly there was a slight metal crashing sound inside. With a helpless smile in his eyes, he said: "Can you change the bandage now, sugar?"