The boy was very calm, obviously threatened by him, but still worried about his injury.

Yes, worried.

Although this judgment was a bit abrupt, the young Qiao Yu felt that he was not wrong. The eyes of this demonic young man like a woman are indeed worried!

"Shut up, or I'll kill you!" The furious roar, the trembling bottle against the boy's chest, he couldn't let him go because of that, because he was afraid of being found, he was afraid that he would be driven out.

This fear and unwillingness made him unable to take a wrong step, even if it was to kill a teenager he didn't know by mistake.

But he didn't expect that the teenager's nerves seemed to be completely inversely proportional to his delicate appearance. "You can actually speak Chinese!" Peach blossom eyes flashed with joy, and the young man was not afraid of his threat, but grabbed his shoulders excitedly: "Are you also Chinese?" Oops, finally met the Chinese! Ay...... But how did you get hurt? Forget it, I'll help you! ”

His tense nerves were hit by the teenager's enthusiasm, and with excessive blood loss, he only felt that the boy's gentle voice had been hovering in his head, a little noisy, but also a little comfortable. But he still remembered what his father had said, he couldn't trust others easily, and he saw with his own eyes the consequences of betrayal by those who believed.

"Don't worry, I know a very good doctor who will cure you." The young man's hand gently grabbed his arm, but let him wave it away roughly: "Shut up! ”

He wouldn't trust the boy easily, the hand holding the wine bottle tightened tightly, he slowly moved the wine bottle away from his chest, and then staggered to his feet: "You go!" Get lost! ”

"That's not good, you're hurt!" The boy got up from the ground, his eyes still fixed on where he was bleeding.

"Get out of ......" roar before it could be heard, Qiao Yu only felt that his eyes were dark, and his feet bent down weakly.

"Hey!"

By the time he woke up again, it was five days later. In the house of a barefoot doctor in a slum, he didn't even go to see Lord Yama and was rescued.

And the person who rescued him lay down beside him to rest, revealing a delicate side face, not at all like a child in the slums.

"Hey, hey, what's the fuss!" A few cries and a hand that kept shaking before his eyes pulled him back from the image of his memory.

Raising his eyes, Qiao Yu looked at the face that was no different from the young man in his memory.

"What for?" Maintaining the same posture as before, he opened his lips coldly.

"Big brother, are you blocking the door?" A little angry and funny withdrew his hand, Yan Si hugged his chest with his hands and said.

With thick eyebrows and a slight frown, Qiao Yu tucked away his slender legs, and then watched him walk in front of him.

In fact, many years later, he asked the teenager;

"At that time, why didn't you save me even if I killed you?"

The teenager who had already started playing music in Taiwan raised his head from the guitar and looked at him with a charming smile: "Of course I'm afraid, because I'm afraid, I have to pretend to care, otherwise how can I have a chance to fight back." "It turns out that he was born to be an actor.

Seeing that his expression sank, the young man scratched his face a little self-consciously, and then muttered: "Alas, it may be that being in a foreign land is lonely, and it is not bad to have a friend." ”

With that, he continued to fiddle with the guitar in his hand.

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A warm night, dreamless and stable.

The day rendered, and the creatures controlled her to wake up leisurely. His gaze wandered around the unfamiliar room, and his eyes gradually cleared up from confusion to blur, and finally Mucha stopped his gaze on the sofa in the corner of the room.

The outstanding figure leaned lightly on the sofa, his white shirt was a little messy, his legs wrapped in trousers were slightly crossed, and he closed his eyes and took a nap with his hands holding the unfinished documents.

Liu Yemei's eyebrows were immediately twisted into a knot, Mucha clearly remembered that they slept together last night, why did he run to the sofa? But when he saw the stack of folders on his side, he immediately felt distressed and apologetic between his eyebrows.

You don't have to ask to understand that he must be holding a bunch of work. But I was afraid that she would think too much, so I waited until she fell asleep to get up and deal with her own affairs.

With a tightness in his chest, Mucha got up to uncover the quilt and got out of bed gently. Walking barefoot in front of him on a soft carpet, she picked up the discarded blanket. The moment the velvet blanket gently wrapped Chu Mofan, her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly because of her movements, but they did not disturb her orderly breathing.

Stooping down to gaze at his quiet sleeping face, his eyes changed from his velvety black hair to the sword eyebrows that reflected the imperial temperament, and the long eyelashes drew a deep silhouette and lengthened the eyeliner. The straight nose bridge carved out by the knife and axe, and the thin lips with a bit of coldness and sexiness, it turns out that the sleeping face of the male god can also be as beautiful as an oil painting by a master.

The corners of her mouth curled up with a smirk, and a similar scene suddenly flashed through her mind;

- In the unoccupied living room at dusk, he sat alone on the sofa with a book on his lap and rested on his forehead with one hand. Looking at his sleeping face from afar, she was stupid but didn't dare to disturb.

It's just that in the picture in the memory fragments, she is so timid and lonely.

Because of the sudden memories, she didn't realize that the sleeping man had opened his deep eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing in front of him, but there was a look of deep loneliness on his face, Chu Mofan's sword eyebrows sank, and he immediately pulled her into his arms.

"Uh......" Startled by his movements, she slumped on his lap.

"What are you thinking?" Wrapping around her from behind, his voice that he had just woken up with a little sexy hoarseness, his chin gently rubbed against the side of her face, and the slightly stiff scum tickled her.

"No, nothing." Shaking her head, she wouldn't say that she was too fascinated by him and a nymphomaniac.

"Huh?" Suspicious nasality.

"Ahem, you can sleep a little longer." Quickly changed the subject, because of the breath he slapped on his neck, Mucha blushed. "You accompany me." It was the decision sentence, so he tightened his arms.

"Ah, I ......" and he didn't even leave her room to resist, and put her down directly on the sofa, and he blocked her between the sofa and himself. I woke up! Crammed into his arms, she protested weakly.

"Sleep again." Afraid that the blankets would be pulled up to cover each other, he pressed his chin to her forehead and closed his eyes.

"......" resisted for the last moment, as his calm breathing died down.

She closed her eyes helplessly.

Hawkers, for his rest, she will accommodate him.

She made excuses for her vulnerability.

Mucha woke up again, and Chu Mofan was not around, but this time she soon heard him talking outside the door.

"I'll go over later, you arrange the details of the meeting first......" "Okay."

Sitting up, Mucha looked out the window at the sky, which seemed to be raining.

The door was pushed open, Chu Mofan had already washed up, and changed his white shirt to a light gray striped shirt.

"You're going to the company?" She said first.