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Qian Shucheng completely gave up the idea of ​​finding a part-time job by himself, ignored the few people around Murong Ling, checked them up and down, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

After the ecstasy, anger suddenly ignited in his heart, burning his eyes sorely.

That person Qian Shucheng was not familiar with, and he didn't say hello, so he didn't care who was around him at this time, even if the Heavenly King Laozi came, he couldn't stop him from taking him back.

Murong Ling only hesitated for a moment, glanced at the people following him, and then obediently followed behind Murong Ling.

After Meng Junchen saw Murong Ling getting off the car, he wisely didn't follow up with him, and didn't even plan to take some of the things left at Qian Shucheng's house. He gritted his teeth and prepared to go back to continue to be tortured by his brother.

Standing at Qian Shucheng's house again, Murong Ling felt as if he had passed away.

Qian Shucheng was not a person who was keen on decorating his own home, and the furnishings in the house were no different from when Murong Ling left.

Murong Ling's eyes only stayed on the dining table for a moment, and then he retracted his eyes without a trace, wanting to go to the sofa to rest for a while.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qian Shucheng standing by the sofa, with two steaming water glasses on the table.

Qian Shucheng's gaze was focused but far-reaching. It contained too much information and too much emotion, so much that Murong Ling felt as if he wanted to turn around and run away.

Murong Ling has never escaped facing anything in his life, but at this moment, he regrets that he came so early and didn't think everything through clearly.

He slept in the hospital for a long time, if he hadn't left a word at the beginning, he might have really chatted with Liao Chen in the underground.

There were many thoughts in Murong Ling's mind, but his face was still calm as usual.

He walked to the sofa and sat down naturally, took a sip of the water in front of him.

Murong Ling was indeed a little tired. He was not in good health, and now such a toss made it worse.

Qian Shucheng didn't look back until then, and sat beside Murong Ling.

The fire he ignited before came and went quickly, and he didn't need anyone to extinguish the fire. Just looking at Murong Ling's now thinner body was enough to turn all his resentment into heartache.

There is nothing to worry about. It is already the greatest gift from heaven that people can appear in front of themselves alive.

Qian Shucheng stretched out his hand cautiously, and without looking closely, he could find that his hand was trembling badly.

He put his hand on Murong Ling's, feeling the coldness in the palm of his hand.

Qian Shucheng opened his mouth, and finally spit out two words: "A Ling."

Murong Ling turned his head, lifted the corners of his mouth, and put on what he thought was the warmest smile: "Huh?"

Qian Shucheng's lips trembled a little, and he tentatively asked, "You...don't you have anything to say to me?"

Murong Ling pondered for a moment, and his smile didn't fade: "Aren't you happy that I'm back?"

"You know I don't mean that."

Murong Ling sighed and said, "Actually, there is nothing to say. Do you remember the house I gave to his grandson on Lao Meng's birthday?"

Qian Shucheng nodded.

Murong Ling went on to say, "There's a big basement under that house."

Qian Shucheng suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened suddenly.

Murong Ling suppressed the smile on his face, and laughed at himself: "The basement was originally my real gift to the Meng family, but I didn't expect to use it myself in the end."

Qian Shucheng: "It's a laboratory..."

Murong Ling smiled and said: "The original laboratory has been destroyed long ago, and it is not a glorious thing. 8301 is a by-product."

He sat up straight without moving the hand Qian Shucheng was holding, and took a sip of water from the cup with the other hand.

After all, that thing still hurt my throat, and even after a few months, it was still uncomfortable to talk for a long time.

Moisturizing his throat, Murong Ling continued to speak: "After your brother's incident, the direction of the experiment was placed on 8301. Even though I was abroad, this project has not been put on hold until something else happened. This study was put down."

Qian Shucheng knew what happened, he held Murong Ling's hand and squeezed it, and Murong Ling patted him reassuringly.

"The laboratory was destroyed. Fortunately, the research had begun to take shape at that time. Later, I threw those things together in the basement and gave them to the Meng family. Fortunately, the Meng family continued the project."

During the conversation, Qian Shucheng's gaze was fixed on Murong Ling, and now he was afraid for a while, what if the Meng family really wanted to use this to learn about Murong Ling.

Murong Ling said these words calmly, but Qian Shucheng knew how many loops were involved, and also knew that Murong Ling was really not prepared to come back alive.

Murong Ling held the water glass and looked at the opposite wall.

In fact, he never thought that he would come back alive.

The cups of tea entered the stomach, which was equivalent to hitting the body with life-threatening talismans. The longer it took, the closer it was to the Palace of Hades.

Liao Chen had already drank a little before seeing Murong Ling, and Murong Ling also had symptoms earlier than others because of his poor health.

If the blood came out half an hour later, Murong Ling would have been drinking tea with Liao Chen below.

His internal organs have been tortured by the products of modern technology for several months, and the blood he spit out has already exceeded the maximum value that a person can bear.

The Meng family used so much blood from the blood bank to barely hang his life.

Murong Ling thought very clearly that although this move was dangerous, it was an inevitable one. He was actually putting his life on the line to survive.

If he walked out unharmed, there might be nothing wrong with him at the time, but in the future, he will inevitably become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the people above.

In the early stage, this small thorn will not feel much. After a long time, this thorn will become a heart disease.

Although he is still under surveillance now, at least he will no longer be the sand in the eyes of the people above.

These Murong Ling didn't say a word.

Those are all things of the past, and talking about them now is of no use other than embarrassing others, it is enough for others to be here.

Qian Shucheng's fingers rubbed against the gauze on Murong Ling's wrist.

The hideous scars were still covered under the white gauze, very much like Murong Ling.

Having said so much, Murong Ling was also a little tired.

His health was not very good, and he was able to come here because of his persistent persistence.

Qian Shucheng didn't ask any more questions. He wasn't really curious about the past. He probably knew enough. There was no need to get too entangled in the twists and turns. He knew that Murong Ling didn't lie to him on purpose, and he didn't hide from him. enough.

Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment, let go of Murong Ling's hand, stood up and said, "Whatever do you want for lunch, I'll make it for you."

Murong Ling smiled and said, "Let's make something light, or make some soup."

Qian Shucheng glared, "You're welcome."

Murong Ling: "I'll make it for you tonight."

Qian Shucheng raised his eyebrows, obviously full of doubts about Murong Ling's cooking skills.

Murong Ling smiled and didn't defend himself, leaning comfortably on the sofa and watching Qian Shucheng busy in the kitchen.

The two of them didn't eat much for lunch, Murong Ling couldn't eat much for the time being, and Qian Shucheng just stared at Murong Ling the whole time.

Qian Shucheng originally had a class in the afternoon, but at this moment, he was in no mood to go to school to listen to the old professor's theoretical knowledge of hypnosis. His mind was full of someone sitting at home, so he simply sent a message to Meng Junchen After that, it will be lifted directly.

Murong Ling watched Qian Shucheng send a message to Meng Junchen with his fingers quickly, and shook his head with a smile.

Murong Ling's health was still not good. After eating, he felt a little lazy and mentally lethargic.

Qian Shucheng changed all the sheets and quilt covers in his bedroom, and then pushed him onto the bed.

Murong Ling didn't refuse either, and after changing into a set of home clothes that he hadn't taken away before, he lay down under the blanket.

The clothes bought half a year ago, at most, are now loose and don't fit Murong Ling's body at all, so Qian Shucheng's heart aches for this.

Qian Shucheng stuffed himself into the bed, wrapped Murong Ling in his arms, looked at his pale cheeks, always afraid that he would vomit blood again and again.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Murong Ling opened his eyes, and met Qian Shucheng's eyes directly.

"what happened?"

Qian Shucheng smiled: "It's okay, you sleep in your bed, I'll just take a look."

Murong Ling gave a low laugh, and closed his eyes again. Just when Qian Shucheng thought he was asleep, Murong Ling's voice sounded again, this time with a nasal tone.

He said, "Shall I go back to the old house at night?"

Qian Shucheng's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it at all: "What's the matter, you're going to abandon me after taking a look at me?"

Murong Ling smiled: "Where are you thinking, my status is still a little sensitive now, I don't know how many people I have arranged around me, it's inconvenient for you."

Qian Shucheng thought of the person who was with Murong Ling today, and didn't think much about it at the time, but thinking about it now, although the people who followed Murong Ling in the past were not always those people like Pan Shirong, they were not unfamiliar to him. He doesn't know this.

Seeing that Qian Shucheng didn't reply, Murong Ling was afraid that he would think too much, and said, "You can go to the old house to find me when you're not busy. I guess you won't go out under normal circumstances."

Qian Shucheng hugged him in his arms and said, "You are right here, don't go anywhere, I wish someone would stand guard for me for free, so I don't have to worry about leaving the door unlocked in the future."

Murong Ling chuckled.

Qian Shucheng continued: "How is your health now? Do you still need to go to the hospital? They... How long will this situation last?"

Murong Ling didn't want to hide it, and said honestly: "I still have to go to the hospital and have regular check-ups. There shouldn't be any serious problems, but I need to be raised. I'm not sure about those people outside. It's good that they didn't wake me up, but If I were here, I might not be able to go out at will."

Qian Shucheng frowned, thinking that this was another kind of sex.

"It's nothing." Murong Ling wrapped his arms around Qian Shucheng's waist, and said nonchalantly, "Actually, it's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable when someone is watching you."

"will not."

Murong Ling didn't make another sound, and quietly leaned against Qian Shucheng's arms. After a while, he breathed evenly and patted Qian Shucheng's chest one by one.

Qian Shucheng looked past Murong Ling's messy hair, he didn't know where to look, but his mind was always on the person in his arms.

Forget it, people coming back are better than anything else.