The cannon fodder of quick time travel slaps the face and becomes a god

He Junchen's face was flushed with fever, and his mind was in a daze. For a while, he saw his father's ferocious expression and his face clamoring for family law to deal with it. It was those subordinates who rushed in like a tide, trying to stop him from stepping out.

He vaguely remembered that after being whipped 24 times and locked up for three days, he defeated his father's eight hidden guards before he was allowed to be released, and he also got approval that he would not interfere in his personal affairs again.

He seems to have found the man's house in a daze, picked the lock and entered, so now?

He Junchen woke up suddenly, lying face down on the bed, his upper body was covered with bandages, the smell of disinfectant floated from the tip of his nose, and the familiar furnishings around made his uneasy heart finally return to its original place.

Fortunately, he really came back, not a dream.

"Are you awake?" A clear voice came from behind. Before he could turn his head, his forehead was covered by a slightly cool hand. The coolness came with a refreshing fragrance, and he was tense for many days. My mind finally completely relaxed.

"Luo..." He Junchen opened his mouth, his voice was somewhat hoarse and dull, but his tone was extremely gentle.

"En, drink water." Mu Xichen helped him up, held a cup with his left hand, and handed it to his lips. He Junchen was not pretentious, and took a few sips with his hand, but his eyes never left The young man's face was so hot that it seemed that he wanted to burn two holes in him.

The memory before coma also gradually returned. Although this person did not reject his kiss, according to the information, if he cared so much about that Shen Ruoxuan, it might not be so easy to accept him.

Thinking in this way, his hand has already unconsciously brought the slightly cold hand into the palm of his hand, rubbing the delicate skin lightly, and refused to let it go no matter what.

Mu Xichen had no choice but to sit down beside his bed, but the relatively silent atmosphere was a little anxious, he could only ask what happened during this period of time, and the origin of the scars on his body.

He Junchen's eyes flickered, he raised his head, and met those light-colored pupils that seemed to be full of tenderness. With a thought, he blurted out, "I like you, no, I love you, stay with me, That Shen Ruoxuan is simply a despicable villain, forget about him!"

It was the first time in his life that he confessed to a man. He Junchen, who knew that he was stupid, was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and even Mu Xichen's hands were wet from his sweat, but he still held on tightly and refused to let go. I was afraid that if this person got angry, he would throw up his sleeves and leave.

But to his surprise, the young man just nodded lightly, "Okay!"

The red lips pulled up a seductive smile, and he took the initiative to kiss her. Feeling all this soberly, He Junchen felt that he might still be dreaming...

He said yes, he kissed me, he wanted to be with me.

he's mine now...

If he regrets and wants to leave...

No, there is absolutely no way this will happen!

He Junchen settled in Mu Xichen's life with a strong attitude. He was originally a bandit-like person, but he was full of possessive and controlling desires when dealing with his hard-earned lover.

He was worried that his distorted personality would scare the young man, but he didn't expect that the man just accepted all this indifferently from the beginning to the end, as if he already knew the nature of his perversion, and contained all his dark thoughts.

There will never be anyone else in this world who fits like them.

He thought so.

Time flies, and soon the Strolin Music Competition will begin soon. It is a music festival held every four years, and No.1 in each competition finally becomes a world-renowned musician, gaining both fame and fortune.

Huge posters are hung high in the display cabinets and the most eye-catching areas of the major shopping malls in the city. A man in a suit with a stern expression sits in front of a huge Steinway piano and plays it ecstatically, as if the thing he caresses is His favorite in this life, those eyes burning with flames are in stark contrast to his slightly cold expression, and he is playing the song of ice and fire with his own body.

The LED advertising screen is also broadcasting the grand events of the last competition. The man is the leader of the previous competition, Huo Tewogang, who has just finished his No.30 global performance to promote the competition.

Shen Ruoxuan walked out of the hustle and bustle of the bar, away from the hustle and bustle behind him, and was instantly drawn away by the bright poster.

His eyes were slightly obsessed, and he walked over slowly, gently stroked the slightly cold page, and subconsciously replaced the person on the poster with his own.

Wearing a noble and decent suit, playing his favorite violin, receiving the attention of the world.

Young talent, prince of music, full of talent...

All kinds of words of praise came one after another, and the charming spotlight made him finally get rid of the poor and impoverished self. He embraced his favorite music and enjoyed the same fame and fortune that music gave him back. free yourself.

However, a gust of cool night wind blew by, he couldn't help shivering, and woke up instantly.

The magnificent concert hall, the full audience, the high-end orchestra accompanying him, all the beautiful fantasies, all shattered into pieces, falling into the dust, revealing the dark and damp essence behind it.

After realizing it, it was still in that narrow alley. He was wearing a yellowed and old white shirt, which was stained with the smell of oil from the dining hall, and his shoes were also splashed with mud spots from puddles. Car transfer!

Shen Ruoxuan pursed his lips. If it was still a few months ago, he would have given him the ticket to the competition, and all the issues such as matching clothing, personnel communication, logistics, etc. would have been solved without him saying anything. He needs to worry about it, but now, how did it become like this?

Recalling the previous quarrel between the two, Shen Ruoxuan was confused for a moment. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, maybe it was just a bad tone?

That's right, Dongfang Luo is also the president of the group. If he doesn't give him a little face, he will feel a little grudge in his heart. If he can bear it a little bit, it must be another situation now.

Shen Ruoxuan bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes were flickering, as if he was making a difficult decision, anyway, he had already... paid a little more for his favorite music, it didn't seem so unbearable, after all, it was his favorite thing.

Thinking like this, his hesitant heart finally stabilized, and he strode out in big strides, with a joy and ease that he himself hadn't realized.

If Mu Xichen were here, I'm afraid it would be a good laugh.

Is he dedicating and sacrificing for music?

No, it's purely for himself, for his fame and fortune, and for the high-quality life that can't be given up. As for how much of it is music?

Ah……

Shen Ruoxuan managed to pluck up the courage to stand in front of this door again. How much hatred he originally had, how much longing he now has. Even if it is a dragon's lake and a tiger's den, it still makes him nostalgic, especially that man's unreserved care and love for him, It is even more difficult to give up.

If that's the case...then he is still willing to try, to accept the man who loves him to the point of madness.

But when he rang the doorbell with his hand and no one answered for more than half an hour, the enthusiasm finally cooled down, and the lost sanity returned.

He's not in now?

Or something went out?

It doesn't matter, I can wait, presumably when that man comes back to see him, he will be very happy.

But one day, two days, and a week passed, and Shen Ruoxuan didn't wait for anything. The neighbor who was traveling far away kindly reminded him that the owner of the house had been away for a while.

Where will that go?

How to find it?

Walking out of the majestic hall, his vision dimmed instantly. Behind him was a gorgeous world, but in front of him, there was only a dead darkness, and the pressure he couldn't bear alone.

Shivering from the cold, Shen Ruoxuan felt unprecedentedly confused, except for Dongfang Luo's name, everything else was blank.

Name of company, family relatives, whether there are other residences, nothing is known...

In fact, he had the opportunity to know before that Dongfang Luo once wanted to share everything about him with him as if offering a treasure, but what did he say at that time?

"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it, annoying..."

Well, this road seems to be blocked by myself!

Shen Ruoxuan scratched his hair a little irritably, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his body, and his anxiety sparked a dark fire, burning his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

There was really no other way, he could only rely on that name and go door to door to inquire. After being a neighbor for so long, someone would always know his true identity.

Here Shen Ruoxuan's investigation is in full swing, while He Junchen looked at the news sent by his subordinates, his face was also gloomy, his eyes swept across the young man sitting on the sofa, walked over without hesitation, lifted his The face is a deep kiss.

"Well, why..." Before Mu Xichen could finish his sentence, he was blocked impatiently, and even because of too much movement, it was inevitable that his lips and tongue would be scratched, and there was a strong smell of blood.

"What are you crazy about!" He pushed the man away with a frown and touched the cut on his lips. There was a sharp pain, and before he could say anything, there was another wolf kiss. The man's obvious fragility and paranoia passed through this series When the venting action was transmitted, Mu Xichen finally realized, patted his back, and said in a warm voice, "What happened?"

After receiving the pitiful little note that had been squeezed in his hand, Mu Xichen's face was weird for a moment. The protagonist finally couldn't hold back anymore?

Heh, he thought he could be so noble, but it's only been a few months...

However, his tangled expression, in the eyes of some people, is obviously an unforgettable expression of his old lover, so his earlobe suddenly became wet, and the scorching breath mixed with vague words sprayed on his skin, "You My little cutie came to find you..."

"..."

Mu Xichen was silent for a moment, what could he do in the face of such a stubborn and jealous guy?

What else can I do besides stroking?

Who made the original owner's brain flooded and obsessed with such a thing!

So I could only shake goosebumps all over my body, stroked the messy hair with my backhand, and coaxed me insincerely, "You are cute, you are the cutest, your whole family is cute..."