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Murong Ling woke up when Jiang Fan approached the door of the ward. He held his breath and concentrated all his attention to feel the movement of the person coming.When someone entered the room, Murong Ling knew who it was, and immediately let go of his guard, and comfortably calmed down the nerves that had suddenly arisen all over his body.

With this relaxation, the abnormality in his waist was immediately and accurately conveyed to his slightly stagnant brain through every cell on the skin.Only then did he remember that yesterday he had allowed others to sleep on his own bed, in such an ambiguous posture.

Is it because I miss my loved ones during the festive season, or did the bullets hit my brain a few days ago?

Murong Ling didn't want to move anymore.

He really didn't think about how to explain this weird scene to Jiang Fanyi.

Who knew that this blind boy would go home after delivering his breakfast, forget about visiting relatives with the old couple, and why did he come to bedside to stick around.

Murong Ling secretly sighed in his heart that Jiang Fanyi really didn't have any EQ, and it would be difficult to find a wife in the future.He reached up with his hand, and finally he was about to get up and face life, but the person who had been holding him suddenly reacted, and pressed him into his arms hard, and put his hands in his hair to prevent him from getting up.

Murong Ling jumped into Qian Shucheng's hard chest without any defense.His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe Qian Shucheng's action of protecting food. He deeply felt that all the shame he had saved in the first half of his life was lost at this moment.

"I said, on the first day of the new year, it's fine if you rush over to be a light bulb in a hurry, but you think you're not bright enough and come to bed. Would you consider going to a year-round barber shop to shave yourself?" With a bald head, it is guaranteed to be much brighter than now, comparable to Yuba."

Qian Shucheng's voice just woke up was mixed with laziness, as deep as a cello.It's just that this 'cello' is capable of shooting.

After Jiang Fanyi lost his mind for a short time, he watched his husband being hugged by such a 'cow dung', and the first gun of the new year was lit just like that.

"You stinky shameless person, who told you to go to bed?! Who told you to hug your husband?! Come down quickly! Stay away from my husband! Do you think I can't beat you to death?!"

After Jiang Fanyi's roar, Qian Shucheng finally woke up completely.He stroked the hair of the person in his arms provocatively, raised his eyebrows, and said in an unclear tone: "Oh? Say it again, Mr. Who?"

As soon as Jiang Fan had such a violent temper, he wished he could rush up and kick this unsightly guy out of the ground for two miles, so as not to look like a peacock with its tail open in front of him, with a look of embarrassment.

"Whoever's is not yours!"

The corner of Qian Shucheng's mouth curled up, and he said, "How do you know it's not from my family?"

Jiang Fan wanted to say something, but Murong Ling broke away from Qian Shucheng's arms at this moment, cleared his throat and said, "What did you bring for breakfast?"

Jiang Fan glared at Qian Shucheng fiercely, but softened when the conversation turned to Murong Ling: "I'll get it for you."

"No, just go and eat."

Before Qian Shucheng could react, Murong Ling threw off the quilt and got out of bed. The hospital gown on his slender legs was a bit short, and the baggy trousers barely covered his calves, and his slender white ankles were exposed. Blind Qian Shucheng's eyes.

Qian Shucheng swallowed, he never felt that he was such a beast that he could have sex with his ankles.He hid under the quilt motionless, watched Murong Ling walk to the bathroom with fixed eyes, listened to the sound of running water from there, and kept muttering in his heart, "Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, I want to ride the wind to return home." Go, why hasn't this person come out yet'.

Murong Ling did not wash up slowly, and when he came out, water was still dripping from his bangs and temples.He looked at the person who was still lying on the bed strangely, and said, "Still sleepy? Get up and eat before going to bed."

Qian Shucheng hid half of his head under the quilt, and turned around with Murong Ling with his eyes exposed, his voice sounded a bit dull: "You guys eat first, I'll go over later."

Jiang Fan glanced sideways and thought: I didn't bring it for you. If you like to eat or not, you will starve to death.

Murong Ling withdrew his gaze, just pretending that this person was lying on the bed and didn't want to move, so he walked to the sofa and sat down, poured a glass of soy milk and drank it slowly.

After searching for a long time, Jiang Fan finally found a few steamed buns in a multi-layered lunch box, brought them to Murong Ling as if offering treasures, and said, "My mother specially ordered you to eat meat to supplement your meat."

From the moment the steamed stuffed bun was liberated from the lunch box and regained sight, the tangy aroma drifted into the air, slowly filling the entire ward.

Qian Shucheng sniffed under the blanket, feeling that a certain part of his body had finally calmed down, he slipped out of the blanket and rushed to Baozi.It's just that he hadn't had time to do anything to the buns, Jiang Fan put the buns away quickly with a quick glance, and moved his chin forward a little.

"Eat your fritters."

Qian Shucheng pursed his lips and said, "You are so old, you should be careful when eating such greasy food, uncle."

Jiang Fanyi struggled hard in his heart before he put down his lifted foot, remembering the scene where he was standing in front of the bed just now, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "My mother packed the food for Mr. Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you, my husband is the same age as me."

Qian Shucheng sat down next to Murong Ling, and said, "Oh, really? Then you look really anxious. The buns are said to be for my brother, why are you holding them up? You have to kneel on the ground with your hands in your hands to make offerings." ?"

Jiang Fanyi hurriedly pushed Baozi in front of Murong Ling, put his hands on his chest, and reminded himself: Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, it’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, anger hurts your body, sir, you can’t be impulsive if you’re still here, at worst, you won’t know what happened in the future Unknowingly put this brat in a sack and beat him up.

This thought seems to have really worked.Jiang Fan lifted the corners of his mouth one by one, and looked at Murong Ling with a pleasant smile, as if urging him to eat quickly, obviously treating Qian Shucheng like nothing.

Qian Shucheng didn't bother to talk to him, and with a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth, he said to Murong Ling indistinctly, "Hurry up, the buns will be cold in a while."

Murong Ling was still drinking his soy milk, and he didn't know how he could drink such a small cup for so long.

"You can eat, I can drink soy milk."

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth angrily as he watched Roubaozi being pushed in front of Qian Shucheng by Murong Ling.

"Fan Yi." Murong Ling turned around and spoke to Jiang Fan.

As soon as Jiang Fan withdrew his gaze from staring at Baozi, he straightened his sitting posture and said, "Sir."

Murong Ling put down the cup in his hand, and said, "I haven't read a little bit of the document that I sent earlier, so you can send it to Yunxi in the afternoon."

Jiang Fan was puzzled. The document had been sent for two or three days. According to the past, it should have been sent back to Chu Yunxi by this time. Why haven't you read it yet?Is it too much for the body?Do you want to ask Dr. Shen?

Despite all the thoughts in his heart, he still just nodded and said, "Okay."

As soon as Jiang Fan had finished breakfast with him, he was called by the **** serial, and left with the rest of the food.

Murong Ling'an sat quietly on the sofa and took the time to read the documents in his hand, while Qian Shucheng lay lazily on his lap and continued to grab the red envelopes.

When the last word entered Murong Ling's mind successfully, he closed the file and looked down at this idler who was so unformal that it was as if he had won a lottery by grabbing a few cents in red envelopes.

He suddenly remembered something and said, "I wanted to ask you before."

Qian Shucheng's eyes didn't move, he was still staring at the phone screen intently, afraid of missing any word 'open', subconsciously replied: "What?"

"The... laboratory you mentioned to me before, who told you about it."

Qian Shucheng's eyes were blank, and a bag just flashed on the screen of the phone, but he had no intention of fighting, so he threw the phone aside and looked up.

Murong Ling's hair was a little long because he didn't have time to take care of it for a while. When he lowered his head, the hair on both sides fell obediently, just hiding his well-defined face and preventing outsiders from seeing it.

This thought made Qian Shucheng very happy, and he was surprised to find that his possessiveness was getting stronger and stronger.

"What happened to the lab?"

Murong Ling didn't say any more, and a standard smile appeared on his face again.

Qian Shucheng knew that this was a sign of Murong Ling's displeasure.He didn't know what Murong Ling looked like when facing other people, he only knew that if he made Murong Ling unhappy, this person would wear a mask called 'Amiable' on his face.It's true, it can even be said to be very good-looking, and it is very deceptive, but he doesn't like this smile.

Qian Shucheng raised his hand and rubbed his fingers against Murong Ling's soft lips.

"Don't laugh at me like that. I knew about the laboratory by accident. If you don't like it, I won't mention it in the future, and I won't tell others."

Murong Ling suppressed his smile, and raised his hand to hold the troubled fingers on his lips.

"Where did you hear I had a laboratory? Do you know what that laboratory does?"

Qian Shucheng took Murong Ling's hand with his backhand, put it to his lips and kissed it, and smiled reassuringly.

"I don't know what's in it. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask, and I won't ask nonsense. Don't be nervous."

Murong Ling took a deep look at him, then fell backwards, leaning lazily on the sofa with his eyes closed.Qian Shucheng just looked at this man in a hospital gown with no blemishes from bottom to top, no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a sick and weak 'little boy'.

Qian Shucheng: "Brother."

Murong Ling kept his original posture and replied lazily, "Huh?"

Qian Shucheng held Murong Ling's hand tightly, but he didn't speak immediately. .

Murong Ling seemed to know what he wanted to say next, and he pursed his lips calmly, not even arousing the slightest reaction from the aching hand being held.

Qian Shucheng pinched Murong Ling's fingers, and said cruelly, "Get out of the hospital and live in my house!"

Murong Ling: "..."

Qian Shucheng once again successfully stunned Murong Ling.He thought...

Murong Ling was very thankful that his eyes were closed. After a brief moment of God of Cookery, he opened them and said methodically, "Qian Shuning did take ZS8301, but I am not familiar with this medicine."

Qian Shucheng felt his heart stop beating suddenly, and the conversation was changing so fast that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and subconsciously let go of his tightly clenched hands.

Murong Ling withdrew his hand calmly, and the trace of regret that had just emerged in his heart was immediately snuffed out in the cradle.

The corner of Qian Shucheng's mouth was trembling unconsciously.He just lay there, looking straight at Murong Ling, but only saw his thin chin and slender fair neck.

In this way, Murong Ling exposed his most vulnerable part defenselessly, and he could touch it just by raising his hand.

"As for why the warehouse exploded back then, I'm still investigating it, so I can't tell you for the time being." Murong Ling clasped his hands together, with a formal attitude and wanted to make a project report in the company. "I'll tell you after I figure it out, what's a good thing for you now that you know too much."

"A Ling, I have a question I've been wanting to ask you for a long time."

Murong Ling didn't react too much to the change of address, he lowered his head and asked, "What's the problem?"

Qian Shucheng was silent for a moment, and said, "Are you working for someone?"

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