can not help

It is true that nothing can be seen on the surface, but only Murong Ling knows how complicated his heart is.Because of the Meng family's banquet last time, he could force himself to put all his energy on those old foxes.But on such an unprepared night, Qian Shucheng's sudden arrival caught him by surprise.Years of habit allowed him to wear a flawless mask and smile to face visitors, but the subtle sense of strangeness still broke his usual way of hospitality, and he returned to his room first.

Now in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Murong Ling looked at his pretty face in the mirror, with an unabashed sarcastic smile on his face.

It's just that the skin looks better, but the bones are dirty and disgusting.

I took off my clothes and stood under the shower. Although the water temperature was not hot enough to burn, it was too high, leaving a patch of red where the water flowed.Maybe it's just a comfort in his heart. He always feels that this kind of washing may wash away a little dirt and filth, so he always adjusts the water temperature to a high level when he takes a bath.He really hates the current life, but he has to live with ease.

After coming out of the bathroom, he was covered with steaming steam, his red skin and messy wet hair added a bit of youthful air.It's just those eyes, looking at her eyes with wet hands, from the initial dullness, to dullness, and then to panic.It seemed that the hands were not water-stained, but covered with blood.

Murong Ling rushed to the bedside table, pulled the drawer, unscrewed those bottles and cans, poured them into his hands in a panic, then threw them into his mouth, picked up the water glass on the cabinet and took a sip, those colorful pills Take advantage of the trend and swallow it all.

"Are you... taking medicine?"

Qian Shucheng still lives in the same house he used to live in, and the decoration of the room has not changed, and he didn't take a good look at it last time he came back.Faced with this situation, he was in a daze, always feeling that the next moment the door would be knocked open, and he would hear a person rushing into the room, grabbing his collar and pulling him out to bask in the sun.

Qian Shucheng didn't move the bag he brought, he just walked around the room, and then sat down on the soft bed.Sitting and sitting, his feet unconsciously led him to the place in his mind, and he was already standing in front of the master bedroom door when he recovered.

He knocked on the door lightly, but didn't hear a response. He habitually opened the door and walked in. Just like before, the knocking action always carried some teasing.It's just that he didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw Murong Ling swallowing a handful of medicine without hesitation.He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he actually saw blankness on that person's face.People who are always strategizing are also at a loss?

Murong Ling froze instinctively when he heard Qian Shucheng's voice, then adjusted his expression, and put on a mask-like smile again.

"Why are you here, have you packed your things?"

Qian Shucheng: "You... are not feeling well."

Murong Ling smiled, did not answer his question, went straight to the wine cabinet on the east wall, picked out a bottle of red wine seriously, took two goblets, and tilted his head to signal Qian Shucheng to go to the sofa Sitting, he walked over by himself.

Qian Shucheng kept watching Murong Ling's movements, watching him pick out red wine with a serious face, watching him sit on the sofa unhurriedly, watching him open the bottle and pour a glass for each of them.

Murong Ling shook the wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid swirled in the glass with his movements: "I'm not awake, do you want to try?"

Qian Shucheng smiled: "Are you terminally ill and dare not reveal it?"

Murong Ling's hand shaking the cup paused, and Qian Shucheng's heart also tugged after this pause.

impossible……

Murong Ling put the cup on the table and looked at Qian Shucheng with a half-smile: "Do you want me to die early? Or do you want me to die later?"

He was inexplicably angry, and it was the first time he spoke to Qian Shucheng in this tone and attitude.

Sure enough, no one in this world cares about him at all. He lives for profit, and dies only for profit. This is the fate of the Murong family.

Qian Shucheng couldn't see Murong Ling's heart, and he was young and vigorous, and he always spoke with a sharp edge when he said good words.

"I'm afraid you'll go down too early. My brother hasn't been reincarnated yet, so you stained his eyes."

Murong Ling smiled, the anger in his heart came and went quickly, and the whole person became like a pre-set machine again, not continuing this meaningless verbal dispute with Qian Shucheng.

"You don't have to worry about Han Yue's affairs."

The tone of the conversation suddenly changed, and Qian Shucheng didn't realize it for a while: "What?"

Murong Ling picked up his wine glass again, and took a sip: "Isn't that why you came here this time?"

Qian Shucheng pursed his lips.

Really want to see you.

When the words reached the edge of his mouth, he turned a corner and swallowed them back. After thinking about this kind of words, it is better not to say them. The two of them are already embarrassing enough.

Murong Ling: "Han Yue's matter is not difficult, don't worry, I can handle this matter."

Qian Shucheng was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood that Murong Ling mistook his tangled expression as worrying about Han Yue, and gave himself a step up by mistake.

"What is he looking for with you?"

Murong Ling: "You don't need to worry about small things, you can get along as you want."

Qian Shucheng didn't like this very much, Murong Ling had to shoulder the debt even though it was his own, it had nothing to do with big or small matters.If Qian Shucheng came to ask Murong Ling for help, then he owed Murong Ling a favor.But judging from Murong Ling's attitude, it was as if his own child got into trouble and his parents came forward to solve it.

"I owe you this time." Qian Shucheng frowned and said solemnly.

Murong Ling: "Small things, don't need them."

Qian Shucheng: "What did you promise him?"

Murong Ling: "I said something trivial, so you don't have to worry about it."

After speaking, he reached for the wine bottle, ready to pour himself another glass.As soon as the hand touched the bottle, it was held by another hand, which was warm and wide.The sudden skin-to-skin contact made Murong Ling froze there and did not immediately pull out the hand that was being held.

"It's not that you're still taking medicine, what are you drinking so much for?" Qian Shucheng didn't notice anything wrong with his actions, nor did he notice the almost doting worry in his tone.

Murong Ling looked at his held hand with dull eyes, then slowly turned his head to look at the owner of that hand.Only then did Qian Shucheng realize what he had just done, and hastily withdrew his hands, not forgetting to take the wine bottle away with him.

"Ahem, what expression, I've already slept on the bed, what's wrong with touching your hand." Qian Shucheng felt his face was a little hot, and he really didn't want to look too embarrassed, so he found something for himself to ease the atmosphere, and then he came out of the mouth. What I said, turned out to be even more embarrassing.

Murong Ling withdrew his hand, forgetting for a moment what he was going to do just now, his eyes were dazed, and he didn't notice that the wine bottle had already been taken away.

"Last time..."

The conversation was interrupted as soon as it started.

"I was wrong last time. I apologize to you. I was too impulsive. I couldn't control my temper when you deliberately provoked me. I'm really sorry."

Qian Shucheng didn't know what Murong Ling wanted to say, but he really wanted to apologize, whether there was hatred or not, it was wrong to do so.

After listening to Qian Shucheng's apology, Murong Ling slowly came back to his senses, the temperature that was just passed on his hands gradually dissipated, also, hands that are not warm even in hot water, what can warm them up?

"It's ok."

Qian Shucheng scratched his head: "Why is it okay? You can't blame me for this matter. You said that you have nothing to do to stimulate me to do something. It's not that you don't know that I have a bad temper and are easily impulsive."

"It's okay." Murong Ling's voice, which had regained his sanity, was still dull, without any ups and downs, as if the two of them were talking about a commonplace and innocuous topic, rather than the matter that almost killed him.

Qian Shucheng said cautiously: "After you..."

Murong Ling: "I said it's fine, do you have anything else to do?"

Murong Ling's voice was very cold, Qian Shucheng resisted the cold so as not to shiver.

Sure enough, he was too beastly.

"Brother, you didn't kill my brother, did you?"

Qian Shucheng's eyes were astonishingly bright, and the hope in those eyes made Murong Ling unable to say no for a while.

The child in front of him still hasn't grown up, he still wants to rely on someone, and still wants to keep someone by his side who can warm and protect him.It's a pity that Murong Ling is so cold that he can't even warm himself, how can he warm others.He can only protect Qian Shucheng as much as possible, if he can protect Qian Shucheng until his wings are full and he can fly freely.

There are mixed feelings in my heart, and my face is calm.

"How to say?"

Qian Shucheng: "Brother, we've known each other for over ten years. You were the one who picked us up from the street."

Murong Ling: "Yes."

Qian Shucheng: "Brother, I don't have evidence now, but I don't believe you are that kind of person."

Murong Ling smiled, he didn't know what kind of person he was, he wasn't a good person anyway.

Qian Shucheng looked serious and looked straight at Murong Ling.

"Brother, if I find the murderer, can you give me a chance?"

Murong Ling looked back puzzled.

Qian Shucheng: "Brother, although I'm not as rich as you, I'm not as capable as you, I don't have as many contacts as you, and I can fight without you."

Murong Ling: "..."

What is this?Brings me so many top hats.

Qian Shucheng: "But bro, I'm taller than you."

Murong Ling: "..."

Qian Shucheng continued to say to himself: "So can you give me a chance to chase you?"

Murong Ling: "!"

It was the first time for Qian Shucheng to see so many expressions on Murong Ling's face, bewildered, dull, flushed and then angry, his face turned red and dark for a while, not to mention how exciting it was.

Qian Shucheng still refused to let him go, and added: "I'm serious."

He said he was kicked out of the room, and Qian Shucheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the door slam shut behind him.It's so funny that people who are bound by rules and never transgress in doing things get annoyed because of their own few words.

But when the smile disappeared, Qian Shucheng stood there with a gloomy expression.

Who the hell set up this game.