can not help

Qian Shucheng went into the kitchen and sat the kettle on the stove. When he returned to the living room, he saw that Murong Ling's hat and mask were still on, and he was leaning on the sofa, wondering if he had fallen asleep.He walked over with light steps, and gently lifted the strap hanging on Murong Ling's ear.

As soon as half of the mask was removed, Murong Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other unpreparedly.

Qian Shucheng's hand holding the mask froze in mid-air, and said with some embarrassment: "I, uh, I'm afraid you will fall asleep and feel bored."

Murong Ling pulled down the rope hanging from the ear on the other side, and covered Qian Shucheng's chest with his slender fingers, pushing him away.

Qian Shucheng looked down at the hand that was ready to be released on his chest, and in a flash, he saw a few blood scabs on his fingers that hadn't fallen off, obviously they didn't fall off today.

Going out to fight again these days?Or... was ambushed again, has Murong Ling been living this kind of life since returning to China?

Qian Shucheng thought of what happened on the way to the airport years ago, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. If he lived this kind of life every day...

Murong Ling didn't pay attention to Qian Shucheng's gaze, and got up and walked towards the bathroom on his own. Halfway through, he remembered something and turned around and said, "Do you have any pajamas you don't use? Borrow it."

Qian Shucheng was stunned for a moment and then said, "Uh, yes, I'll get it for you later."

Murong Ling nodded and walked directly to the bathroom.

Qian Shucheng stopped him with a black thread on his hair: "Wait a minute, I'll get you a towel and something to wash your hands."

Murong Ling leaned against the door of the bathroom, just quietly watching Qian Shucheng toss around, and then handed the sorted pajamas, towels and other things in front of him.

Qian Shucheng scratched his head and said, "The pajamas belong to me. I didn't wear them after washing them. The towels were also washed. There were new towels, but they were taken away by Han Yue. If you want to blame, you can blame him."

Murong Ling took the things without saying a word, turned and went into the bathroom.

Qian Shucheng, who was locked outside the door, raised a beautiful arc, and ran back to his bedroom in a happy mood to make the bed.

It's a joke, everyone has been tricked back, so is it possible to let him sleep in the guest room?

When Murong Ling came out wiping his hair, Qian Shucheng was already sitting peacefully on the sofa watching TV like a wolf with a big tail. After taking a hot bath, he felt dizzy even more. Even if his body recovered a bit recently, he was still not as good as before. , in the future, I will toss lightly, I am really afraid that I will go down and report to the ancestors of the Murong family before I finish what I want to do.

He walked over and sat down side by side with Qian Shucheng, and saw a glass of honey water on the coffee table, he knew it was for himself without asking, so he was not polite, took it up and took a sip, waiting for the warm honey water to flow into his stomach, Only then did I feel more comfortable and asked, "Where do I sleep?"

Murong Ling had been to Qian Shucheng's house before, but he just came to sit and sit, and never stayed overnight.There are three bedrooms in this house, and the extra one was never his own. He knew that Qian Shuning would not allow himself too much contact with Qian Shucheng. Han Yue lived in Qian Shuning's room, so where would he live?

Without taking his eyes off the TV, Qian Shucheng casually pointed to the side, not knowing when he was so interested in an archaeological program.

Murong Ling: "..."

Did he really drink too much and cause dizziness? There is only one bedroom in that direction...

There are three bedrooms in this house, one is south and the other is north. Qian Shuning feared that his younger brother would not grow up if he lived in the north without the sun, so he left the only south-facing bedroom for Qian Shucheng.

There is only Qian Shucheng's bedroom in the south.

But Murong Ling was stunned for a moment, then got up and walked over.

Qian Shucheng: "..."

Accepted so easily?I was still thinking about what reason to use to convince him, but he just passed without a word?

Qian Shucheng turned around slowly, trying not to make any sound.

That's right, that person entered his bedroom, he really did!

After the figure of that person disappeared completely, Qian Shucheng walked softly to the door of the bedroom with his back bent, carefully poking his head out.As soon as his head was stretched out, he realized that his movements were too much. Murong Ling was already lying comfortably on the bed, with his arms resting on his eyes, as if he was ready to sleep.

Qian Shucheng stood up straight, his eyes burning.

"elder brother."

"Ah."

Murong Ling's voice was deep and nasal, it seemed to be rolling around in his throat for a few times, and finally leaked a little carelessly.

Qian Shucheng went to the bed and squatted down, grabbed Murong Ling's wet hair and said, "I'll get the hair dryer, let it dry before going to sleep, be careful to get a headache tomorrow."

Murong Ling put his arms down, stood up after a moment of silence, but Qian Shucheng pushed him back with sharp eyes and quick hands.

Murong Ling looked at Qian Shucheng in confusion, not knowing what this man wanted to do, he was the one who made him get up and blow his hair, and he was the one who didn't let him get up.

Qian Shucheng pushed back the messy hair on Murong Ling's forehead, and said in an unprecedentedly gentle voice, "Wait here, I'll get you a hair dryer, and cover yourself with the quilt so you don't catch a cold."

Murong Ling: "..."

What's going on, did I drink too much or did Qian Shucheng drink too much? Did he take the wrong medicine today?Is he pouring honey water for himself, blowing his hair again, or is there something wrong and needs his help?

Murong Ling realized that he had only a little brain left to think clearly about what was going on, so he simply gave up thinking about it. Even if Qian Shucheng was not like this, he would help himself if there was something to do, so he relaxed and got under the covers inside.

When Qian Shucheng came back with the hair dryer, Murong Ling was drowsy and almost fell asleep. He plugged it in, sat on the bedside, and put Murong Ling's wet head on his lap.

Murong Ling seemed to be really asleep, without any resistance.

Qian Shucheng complained, feeling a little uncomfortable, why did he drink so much wine because of Chu Yunxi, so he asked after thinking about it.

Murong Ling's eyes were still closed, and he still said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Chu Yunxi's sister is here. He didn't say the reason, but I guess it's because his family wants him to go back. Chu Xinyi is almost old enough to get married." It's impossible for his family to force Chu Xinyi to find someone to marry, what if Chu Xinyi's husband's family disagrees with her continuing to manage their winery, or wants to use Chu Xinyi to make a fortune with ulterior motives."

Qian Shucheng: "So Chu Yunxi is going back to take care of his own property?"

Murong Ling opened his eyes, his deep eyes contained a light that Qian Shucheng couldn't understand, but after a while he understood what it meant.

"Actually, there is no need to talk to that person today, but I can guarantee that Chu Yunxi will not leave within three years. Chu Yunxi didn't want to go back at first, so I just gave him a reason. You can follow him to fight for him within three years." Everything over there will follow."

Qian Shucheng frowned in displeasure, but the movements of his hands were still gentle: "Why do I have to touch these things?"

Now it was Murong Ling's turn to be puzzled, he said, "Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted my property?"

Qian Shucheng paused, remembering that he had indeed said this back then, and he said it under... that situation.His ears turned red, but his face remained calm, and he curled his tongue in his mouth before continuing: "Well, that's just a joke, what do I want from your property?"

Murong Ling stared at Qian Shucheng for about a minute, then closed it again and said, "If you don't have any plans in the future, just learn from Chu Yunxi. I don't have much energy to take care of it. Someone still needs to take care of it."

Qian Shucheng didn't say anything more this time, and he is not in a hurry to talk about these things in the future. What he said at the time was purely out of anger, and he really didn't have any interest in Murong Ling's family property. His goal in life was just to avenge his brother. A stable job to live in peace and stability.

Murong Ling's hair was thin and soft and not particularly thick. Although it was a little long, it dried quickly. As soon as Qian Shucheng turned off the hair dryer, Murong Ling put his head back on the pillow.

Qian Shucheng's hand that was about to take up the thread froze, looking at Murong Ling who had his back turned to him, he felt a sneer in his heart - to kill the donkey.

He put away his things and left the bedroom, went to the bathroom to take a shower, turned off the TV and the lights in the living room, and walked in again.

Murong Ling, who had just fallen asleep, woke up suddenly. He felt the quilt behind him being lifted, and then someone lay down.

what happened?Didn't he sleep in this room and he sleep in Qian Shuning's room?

How did Qian Shucheng know what Murong Ling was thinking, but he was so happy that he finally got what he wanted, even though he didn't feel sleepy at all, he ran into the bedroom, the temperature in the bed was transmitted through the pajamas to the skin, it was so warm .He turned around and embraced the motionless person beside him into his arms. He felt so at ease smelling the same shower gel as his body.

Murong Ling's suddenly froze body awakened the person who was immersed in the beautiful fantasy alone, Qian Shucheng tightly wrapped his arms around the person in his arms, put his hands on Murong Ling's shoulders, and said softly: " I really want to say sorry to you for what happened last time, although you may still think I have ulterior motives."

The person in his arms was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Qian Shucheng knew that the person in his arms was not asleep, and Murong Ling's sleep was very light, no matter how lightly he moved, it was impossible not to wake him up, so he definitely listened.

Qian Shucheng tilted his head and kissed Murong Ling's cheek, then rested his chin on the top of his head and continued, "I think I have liked you since a long time ago. I used to look forward to you more than my brother. The phone calls asked when you will come back, my brother laughed at me, is it because of the gift you brought me. "

Murong Ling let out a low laugh.

Qian Shucheng followed suit with a smile: "Go to sleep, and I will settle accounts with Chu Yunxi tomorrow."

Murong Ling relaxed a little, but still lay in his arms without moving, sighed and said, "We don't have much contact with each other."

Qian Shucheng: "It's enough that I like you, go to sleep."

Murong Ling: "..."

Do you want to get up early tomorrow and leave, but the two of you haven't reached the point where you have to leave without saying goodbye, but if you stay, you don't know how to deal with it.I am now living a life of licking blood with a knife, and I may be dead in the wilderness in the next second. It is fine for me to live like this, how can I get another person?

His mind was still confused until he fell asleep, and he didn't know when he fell asleep with the help of alcohol, but this night was full of chaotic and disturbing dreams.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to that warehouse again, and the roar of the explosion was everywhere in his ears. He managed to escape, but found that Qian Shuning in his arms had already lost his body temperature. He hurriedly went to sniff, He went to feel the pulse in his neck, but he only felt blood on one hand, and he himself did not know when his whole body was covered with warm blood.At this time, Qian Shuning, who was breathless, opened his eyes suddenly, and firmly held Murong Ling's hand, as if he wanted to convey his unwillingness through those blood-red eyes.Before Murong Ling could say anything, he was sucked in by those eyes, and his surroundings were blood red.When his eyes lit up again, he returned to the nursing home. He was lying on the cold and wet grass, his bones seemed to be broken and he was in pain. The warm blood flowed out from some broken places. As he stood, his body became colder and colder.

When he finally woke up from the complicated dream, it was broad daylight, and the soft morning light shone on the floor through the gap between the curtains.Murong Ling wanted to get up but couldn't move at all.Qian Shucheng imprisoned him in his arms with long arms and legs, no wonder he always felt extra heavy in his dreams.