can not help

Qian Shucheng has always known that Murong Ling is good-looking, especially when he smiles.The eyebrows and eyes are just right, and the corners of the mouth that always look a bit cold are soft when they are raised, as if they can tolerate all the injustices in the world.But this is all an illusion, he used this listening attitude to cleanly reject the communication with others.

Like now.

Qian Shucheng's words sounded cloudy, but there were many tricks hidden in them.When he talked with Meng Yanzhao back then, Meng Yanzhao said that Murong Ling had helped some people deal with things.He originally thought that Murong Ling and that person only offered to help out of favor because of their mutual interests.But when I think about it, I think it is unreasonable. Even if this incident happened in the family of an important person, even if he did not take action himself to avoid suspicion, it is still a scandal after all. To throw such a big handle into the hands of others, is it the official of this important person? Sitting for too long and not wanting to do it anymore, or he trusts this 'other' too much, or... this 'other' is not 'other' at all.

Murong Ling's attitude of neither answering nor rebutting amplified Qian Shucheng's doubts infinitely.

"Help me with the discharge procedures tomorrow."

Murong Ling's abrupt voice interrupted Qian Shucheng's deepening suspicion just in time.

"Ok?"

Murong Ling didn't seem to notice Qian Shucheng's absent-mindedness, and repeated what he said just now without the slightest bit of displeasure: "Help me with the discharge procedures tomorrow."

Qian Shucheng sat up abruptly, and said, "Discharged from the hospital? What hospital? The injury hasn't healed yet, why are you in such a hurry to be discharged from the hospital?"

Murong Ling's patience has always been inexhaustible with Qian Shucheng, and he said with a smile in his tone unchanged: "It's the same wherever you live. After all, the hospital is crowded with people, but it's more comfortable at home."

Qian Shucheng: "Then you..."

"I'm going back to the old house. You can come over when you have time. I won't leave if there is no accident in the near future." Murong Ling didn't give Qian Shucheng a chance to continue, and just finished his plan.

Qian Shucheng was so choked that he couldn't speak. If he didn't want to go to his own house, he said he didn't want to go. It's very rude to hold back all other people's words, don't you understand?

"Tomorrow is the second day of the Lunar New Year, no one is going to work, what to do to leave the hospital, no!"

Holding back his anger, Qian Shucheng fell back onto Murong Ling's lap, and bumped it up on purpose.

The nonchalant and coquettish action made Murong Ling laugh out loud.

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Murong Ling was finally discharged from the hospital the next day. Shen Yuqing was so angry when he heard the news that he directly scolded the escort commissioner Jiang Fanyi bloody. Finally, Murong Ling promised to give Jiang Fanyi more bonuses before letting him Holding their mouths tight and carrying their luggage, they were sent back to Murong's old house.

Murong's house, where the servants, butler and chef were absent, seemed particularly deserted and empty. The huge living room lacked everything except popularity. Standing in the middle of the living room and speaking a word seemed to hear a hollow echo.

As soon as Jiang Fan put his things on the sofa, he left. Murong Ling seemed to dislike crowds every New Year's Eve, and those old people who knew him well knew that.

Qian Shucheng went around the stone table and walked into the kitchen, Murong Ling stood busy and said, "No, you just let him go?"

Murong Ling said without turning his head, "What else? Let him have lunch and then dinner?"

Qian Shucheng snatched the ingredients that Murong Ling took out from the refrigerator: "Go, go back and rest first, tell me what you want to eat, I can let you cook for me even if you are sick."

Murong Ling dodged to the side, folded his arms on his chest and leaned to the side, and said, "I wanted to ask you before, didn't I say I was going to a party with my friends? Why didn't you go?"

Qian Shucheng didn't stop washing the vegetables, and rolled his eyes: "When did I say I was going to a party? You were just thinking about it."

Murong Ling himself didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were curved to an unprecedented position. He watched Qian Shucheng busily preparing lunch with a happy mood.Although Qian Shucheng's knife skill is not outstanding, it is still passable. The peeled potatoes are rolled in his hands for a few times before they are sliced ​​and then shredded. Although the thickness is not uniform, the roots are distinct. The shredded potatoes look extra pleasing to the eye.

It was such a cautious and clumsy look that suddenly hit a nerve in Murong Ling.At this moment, he felt the stagnant water in his heart give birth to slightest ripples.

Qian Shucheng's craftsmanship can't be said to be very good, at best it is quite satisfactory.

Murong Ling has eaten countless mountain delicacies, except that Qian Shuning occasionally dragged him to eat a few roadside meals to change his appetite, every dish was carefully cooked by the chefs and then served on a plate.But just like the ordinary New Year's Eve dinner, it could even be said to be a bit simple, but it had a taste that he had never tasted before.

"Is it delicious?" Qian Shucheng bit his chopsticks, carefully observing Murong Ling's expression.

Murong Ling bit the meatball, and when he looked up, he saw Qian Shucheng's shining eyes.He nodded, and then continued to eat his own things slowly, without making too many comments on the lunch that basically had meat in every dish on the table, but the color was not very good.

Qian Shucheng took a few glances at the person next to him, seeing that every dish had been tasted, and then he relaxed and continued to eat his own.

In fact, Qian Shucheng was a little apprehensive about cooking. As a rough old man who could get by, as long as the food could be eaten, he didn't have so much leisure time to study cooking.The last two times he cooked, the first time was out of anger, and the second time was to drive ducks to the shelves. He couldn't let the wounded cook for him.

Fortunately, it seems that the food is quite satisfactory.

After eating, Qian Shucheng quickly put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and then ran out of the kitchen like a mother who is afraid of losing her child, and hurried back to the living room without seeing Murong Ling him felt uncomfortable all over.

As a result, the 'child' really disappeared.

"Murong Ling!"

Qian Shucheng rushed to the second floor non-stop, and saw that the door of the master bedroom was ajar, and there was a faint sound coming from inside.

"I said you, why didn't you tell me when you went upstairs, you thought I was a nanny..."

Qian Shucheng hadn't finished speaking, but the situation in the room immediately made him shut up.

Murong Ling was wearing a pair of loose slacks and standing in front of the closet with his upper body bare. With his slender fingers, he turned up and down and tied the slender trouser belt on his narrow waist.Plain white gauze tightly bound his shoulders and lower abdomen, and there were many large or small scars vertically and horizontally on the white and somewhat sickly skin.

He glanced at the person coming, and unhurriedly took a long gown from the cabinet and put it on, with a piece of gauze tightly wrapped around his wrist.After he tidied up his clothes and closed the cabinet, he turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

Qian Shucheng snapped back to his senses: "Huh? It's nothing. Is your wound better? Does it still hurt?"

Murong Ling touched his abdomen subconsciously, and said, "It's okay, you'll be home later?"

Qian Shucheng leaned against the door with his hands crossed over his chest, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"You chase me?"

Murong Ling didn't answer his provocative question, and walked past Qian Shucheng without stopping.

"Why go?"

"study."

Seeing Murong Ling drifting away, Qian Shucheng chased after him in three steps and two steps, and followed behind him reluctantly, as if he was afraid that he would not be annoying, chattering: "What are you doing in the study? Doctor Let you rest well and not overwork yourself."

Murong Ling stopped and turned his head: "You really don't want to go home?"

Qian Shucheng looked stupid: "You let all the servants go, if I go home, who cares about you?"

Murong Ling: "I used to be fine when you weren't here every year."

Qian Shucheng: "Are you complaining that I didn't come to accompany you earlier?"

Murong Ling: "..."

What brain circuit is this?Murong Ling really didn't understand what the young man was thinking now.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and said a little tiredly, "You can do whatever you want."

Sure enough, Qian Shucheng was free.With nothing to do, he went to the bookshelf to find a few books, sat slumped on the sofa in the corner of the study, casually flipped through a few pages and felt really bored, and finally couldn't hold back his mobile phone to check Weibo.

The afternoon sun slanted into the study room, and the fine dust in the air swirled leisurely in the light.Originally on the sofa, I could still hear the rubbing sound of the cloth and leather when turning over and changing positions, but even these occasional sounds disappeared after an hour.There was no sound in the room other than the clacking of keyboards and the occasional flipping of pages.

I don't know how long it took Murong Ling to move his stiff shoulder, and accidentally pulled the wound on the shoulder, and then remembered that his arm could not move around for the time being.He raised his head subconsciously to look for the 'little friend' who was extra clingy recently, and saw the 'little friend' hugging his long legs that had no place to rest, nestled on the sofa that was too narrow for him and fell asleep.

No matter how well the heating in the house is turned on, winter is winter after all.Qian Shucheng frowned, and subconsciously scratched to the side to cover himself, but there was nothing to cover on the sofa, and then he could only shrink himself even more aggrieved.

Murong Ling watched this series of actions and smiled silently. He got up and went to the cabinet next to him to get a thin blanket, and walked lightly to cover Qian Shucheng. After that, he stood by the side uncharacteristically. She moved, staring at the sleepy face with her brows stretched out after she was covered with a blanket.

The long and dense eyelashes cast heavy shadows on the eye sockets, and the sharp-edged face vaguely contained a coldness and unruliness.This person is actually not that familiar.

The appearance and personality of Qian Shucheng and Qian Shuning are too different. If they hadn't done their own research, they would not be able to tell that they are brothers.But after a long time of contact, I found that the two people are the same in their bones.

Qian Shucheng's personality is more open-minded, good and evil are distinct, others will return evil to him when they do evil to him, and return kindness to him when they are kind to him, and he never hides it.

And Qian Shuning has a gentle personality and is considerate in handling things. Even if he plays his temper occasionally, he will stop at the point. He can directly stab a knife in the back with an elegant face.

Qian Shuning's personality and behavior style are more like himself, and Qian Shucheng may have been too well protected by Qian Shuning since he was a child, or maybe this is what they should have grown up to be, sunny, uplifting, and reluctant to give up. What a quality.

Qian Shuning was too deeply influenced by him, and Qian Shucheng was lucky not to have too much contact with him.

The two want to talk about something in common—to protect their shortcomings, what an interesting common ground.

They should still live in the sun.

At this moment, Murong Ling doubted for the first time whether he was right or wrong in bringing them back.