Master's heart

Wen Luo really fell into the den of thieves this time, he didn't know why those people opened their eyes and told lies, maybe it was to protect the Lord and let him be a scapegoat.

However, Wen Luo quickly regained his composure and began to analyze his situation. At least judging from the current situation, he was not in danger of his life for the time being, because the man seemed to be using himself to find someone.

But no matter what, he will not be afraid, because he Wen Luo is not a kind person. At the age of 15, he followed his elder brother and second brother to venture into the rivers and lakes. At the age of 28, he settled down to do business. At the age of 34, he can be regarded as having played in the underworld and in the white way.

It's just a bunch of little bandits, how can they beat him, old thief Wen!Old Bandit Wen nestled outside the stone hall, clenched his fists with raised eyebrows, and his face was fierce.

"Damn it, A Yuan!" The man who came with big strides roared, and the old thief Wen who was nestled in the corner suddenly stood up, and the shackles on his feet made a "click" sound because of his movements.

He stepped sideways to let Boss Qing go in, then restrained his expression, and followed in with a very doglike manner. When he woke up after being crushed unconscious last time, he learned a piece of news that was enough to make him pass out again, that is, to take care of Qing. The boss's food and daily life, but when he calmed down, after a little weighing, he felt that serving the bear might be better than chopping wood and boiling water.

But this time, old thief Wen made a big mistake again!This bear is so...so hard for his grandma!

"He dared to play a sneak attack with me, doesn't he know what it's like to be beaten so badly?"

"Injured?" Wen Luo looked at the bloody cut on his forearm, which was three inches long and was bubbling blood. There were some rust marks on the side of the opened flesh, which should have been injured by a blunt instrument.

Wen Luo first yelled hello in his heart, then quietly took out a veil from his arms and pressed it on his wound. The veil was made of the best Jiangnan silk, with green bamboo patterns on the four corners, and green bamboo patterns on the corners. There was a warm word embroidered on it, and it was pasted on the forearm, with a slight coolness.

Boss Qing frowned and looked at the handkerchief, "Ah Yuan, how do you use it...ah, it's you, Wen Yue."

The corners of Wen Luo's eyebrows twitched, and after calming down, he smiled with a good temper, "It's me, Wen Mingyue."

"I care about your grandpa and grandson!" Boss Qing turned his face away from his smile, and suddenly withdrew his arm.

"If you're injured, it's better to bandage it, or you'll get infected." Wen Luo thought to himself, I don't care about your eighth-generation ancestor or grandson, but you still shook out the handkerchief obediently, roughly bandaged him, and then pretended to ask : "Is there any medicine for gold sores in the stockade?"

"I don't know, that kind of thing is managed by A Yuan." Boss Qing was a little inexplicably awkward.

"Then where is Ah Yuan? I'll ask him." Wen Luo continued to ask patiently.

"If he's here, what do I want you to do? Well, go to those three bugs and ask them, don't bother me!"

"Oh." The moment he turned around, Wen Luo's old face pulled down, but there was still a little complacency on his brows, did you think he was annoying?That's right!Being kicked out was exactly what Wen Luo wanted. He dragged the chains on his feet and walked out of the stone hall. He sat down on the stone on the mountain path, took a deep breath, and his expression finally relaxed a little. This is him. Winro's rules of survival.

His martial arts are not the best, and his mind is not the smartest, but he is like a fish in water. The weapon he has been mixing up to now is camouflage. He knows what mask to wear when he sees someone, knows how to guess people's hearts, knows how to be patient, and picks out the most defenseless opponent. When it is time to hurt the killer again, so as to give yourself the best protection.

Boss Qing is rude but has a pure mind. Although he is strong in martial arts, he will be hurt by sneak attacks. Wen Luo showed a disdainful and cunning smile. He can easily deal with this kind of person.

"You're not going to serve the boss, why are you sitting here?" A man suddenly appeared.

"I... want to find herbs." Wen Luo stood up, looked at the man in front of him, and saw that he was the man named Er Chong, who was one of the "three worms" and the "two worms". This, Wen Luo felt that the names of the three brothers were really creative... catchy and easy to remember.

He pursed his lips and held back his smile, "Do you know where there is any herbal medicine for knife wounds here? Your boss has an arm injury."

"Ah, yes, that grandson who sneaked up!"

Er Chong punched the other palm with his fist, then waved at Wen Luo impatiently, "I'll take you there."

Wen Luo nodded, dragging the shackles and struggling to follow the big strides, staggering all the way, the ankles that had been scuffed by the shackles began to bleed again, he gritted his teeth and endured, and in his heart he cleared the boss and this The eight generations of ancestors of the three bugs greeted each other once, and when he came back to his senses, he was instantly overwhelmed by the scenery in front of him.

Under the steep mountain wall, there is a strange scene, which seems to be divided by a line, half of which is barren and vast like a desert, and half of which is as beautiful as a fairyland in Taoyuan. Blocked by the huge mountains, people who came from the mountain road could not see this shocking scene at all.

"This..." Wen Luo lost his voice for a moment.

"Don't ask why, I don't know either." My ears shrugged, and I looked at him sideways, "Can you go down to collect herbs?"

"It's okay..." It's your size, can't you see how high this mountain is?Can't you see the handcuffs on Lao Tzu's feet?If you dare to let Lao Tzu go down, you will only see Lao Tzu's body in a while, you big brainless worm!Wen Luo slandered silently, keeping his composure.

"Really, I don't know why the boss keeps you?" Er Chong said disdainfully.

"Second brother, second child... where are you?" A voice suddenly came from the mountain road below.

"I'm in the back mountain, what are you doing!" Er Chong turned around, walked a few steps forward, and shouted back with his arms around his mouth.

"Boss wiped his ass with your embroidered rag!" The other party shouted back word by word.

Er Chong froze when he heard it, and then his breathing became heavier and heavier, and the fists hanging by his side were clenched together, "Li Dachong, you bastard..."

He clenched his fists and walked a few steps, then stopped as if remembering something, and turned around with anger on his face, "Go down and pick it yourself, listen clearly, so..."

He gestured with his hand, "Such a big flower, lavender, petals like sawtooth, four petals, don't get it wrong, don't even try to run, the back mountain is our place, there are people guarding it." He pointed at Wen Luo threateningly, then quickly turned around and cursed: "Da Chong Li, wait for me!" Watching him walk away... Really let him go down?

Wen Luo froze in place for a long time, then moved to the edge of the cliff, leaned over to look down bit by bit, then swallowed lightly, thought for a moment, and then took a step back...he going down?

It's a ghost that he will go down!It's not worth it to risk your life for that person, Wen Luo curled his lips, rolled his eyes, looked down on the ground, wandered around for a long time, and he really found it!It's just a little lower on the cliff, and you can hook it with your hand.

Wen Luo stared in surprise. He just wanted to search casually, but he didn't expect him to find it so easily. He lay down on the edge of the cliff with a little excitement, stretched out his hand and pinched off the small flower, and then straightened up. , holding the flower stalk and looking at it...the size is similar, yes; lavender, yes; the petals are like sawtooth, yes; three petals...or how many?Let it be three.

Wen Luo nodded, stretched out his hand to pick up a few more flowers, put them in his arms, patted the dirt off his body, and went back home.

Inside the stone hall on the other side, Boss Qing clutched his wound in a daze.

Under the dark palm, there is a refreshing and cool silk handkerchief, and the inadvertently exposed corner is embroidered with the graceful words of warmth. He has never used this kind of thing for women. To be precise, before today, he thought it was a kind of handkerchief. The rag with flowers on it is for going to the latrine.

Thinking of this, a very subtle feeling came to my heart. Compared with the gentle and well-dressed Wen Yue, he is really a big bastard.

In this world, there is always a kind of person who is born arrogant, and there is also a kind of person who is born to be a bandit, no one understands it, and everyone is afraid of it.

It's strange, after meeting Wen Yueyue for the first time, Boss Qing had a vague liking for him. He couldn't explain why, but according to his description, at the moment they looked at each other, there was a feeling of being pulled in his heart. Even if the person's face is full of dirt, even if he is in a mess, he is incompatible with the people in the village.

It's not that he has never seen a gentle man, not to mention the friends he has met, but the seven younger brothers raised by him are all handsome and elegant. Besides, Wen Renyuan is also a good-looking talent. Wen Yueyue was just as eloquent, but there was something different, Boss Qing frowned and hissed, thought for a while, then clasped his hands together and slapped, "Ah".

There is something in Wen Yue's eyes!The slow-witted Boss Qing suddenly became wise, and always felt that there was something different in those eyes than on the surface.

"Damn..." Boss Qing picked up the piece of silk handkerchief and stuffed it into his bosom, put down his sleeves indiscriminately to cover the wound, strode out of the stone hall, and glanced at Er Chong and Shan Chong who were walking over with their shoulders crossed. Da took a few steps and stepped over, "You two, let me die!"

"Hey!" The two paused, turned around and asked, "What's the matter, boss?"

"Where's Wen Yue?" Qing Boss looked around.

"I'm picking herbs in the back mountain." Er Chong replied casually.

"Houshan? You left him in Houshan?" Boss Qing stared wide-eyed.

"Yes... yes, I asked him to collect medicine for you." He felt guilty when he stared at Er Chong.

"Didn't you know that there are many poisonous weeds and snakes in the back mountain?" Boss Qing suddenly felt a little nervous.

That bastard didn't know what he did to the back mountain, so that the flowers and plants on one side grew strangely, but nothing grew on the other side. Every winter, a strange grass would grow, giving off a hallucinatory smell. Later, he got rid of that bastard, but he didn't find the antidote. As a result, every year, brothers in the cottage would be infected with that poison and slaughter their companions frantically.

Although the appearance of Fujian later made the situation better and suppressed the growth of strange grass, the place behind the mountain was still very dangerous!

Just as they were thinking, the sound of the shackles rattling came, and several people looked at the slow-moving people at the same time, only to see Wen Luo walking over with a bouquet of flowers in disgrace.

"It's a fate, it's not dead like this." Boss Qing couldn't help but relax, but said sharply.

"This is the medicine you want." Wen Luo panted exhausted, picked up the herb and showed it to the boss, "Do you need to crush it and apply it?"

"Go ask Fujian." Boss Qing kicked the question away again, and then stopped talking to Wen Luo, and turned to his ear, "How is Ah Yuan?"

"I haven't found the one surnamed Ding yet, and I don't know where it was hidden by that grandson..."

"Remember to report to me at any time. When there is not enough manpower, you must remember to make up for it. Ah Yuan is not good at skills, so protect him." Boss Qing interrupted the ear punch to prevent him from revealing the fact that he already knew that Wen Luo was taking the place of the dead ghost. , ordered a few words with a sullen face, and then changed the topic, "Bring some money, I'm going to the desert."

"Da Mo, what are you doing in the desert?"

"Business!" Boss Qing knocked on Er Chong's head vigorously, "Otherwise, how can we live by only robbing!"

"But... didn't you steal a lot of money this time, it can be used for a while..." Er Chong rubbed his head.

"Shit, there are hundreds of people, young and old, in the village, what do you do with that little money?"

"It's true, now there are more idlers." Er Chong remembered the waste who didn't dare to pick medicine.

"Stop talking nonsense, bring the money. It turns out that Ah Yuan is in charge of the money. Do you know where it is?" Boss Qing discussed with Er Chong as they walked, completely forgetting Wen Luo who was behind them.

Wen Luo turned a deaf ear to the sarcasm, but became interested in that A Yuan who was always talked about by the Qing boss, A Yuan?It seems that he wants to inquire about this person.

During dinner, people of some status in the village sat around a long table.

There were more than [-] people sitting on the table oversized, both young and old, sitting together lively, chatting in full swing, the boss Qing sat at the main seat at the end of the long table, and two beautiful women stood beside him. He poured wine and served vegetables. There were dozens of people outside the dining room, sitting around the campfire in several groups, laughing and drinking and eating meat. The atmosphere was extremely lively.

Wen Luo sat on a small stool at the entrance of the dining room, with a bowl of wine and a plate of meat in front of him.

Because his hands were handcuffed together, he had to arch his hands to eat, but he was content with such treatment for a prisoner. In fact, Wen Luo was not as proud as he appeared on the surface. He suffered all kinds of crimes and was treated like a dog.

But that was nothing to him, he was used to a playful smile, and almost no one could break his mask, even Gu Changsheng.

Wen Luo picked up the big bowl and took a sip of the wine. It tasted like clear rice wine, but it had a fruity aroma, and it was stronger than rice wine and fruit wine. up.

Wen Luo couldn't help but took another sip, turned his eyes away from the plate of meat, and then looked at the men and women sitting around the campfire. They seemed a little drunk, and two men started to compete shoulder to shoulder, The people around were laughing and booing.

He sat outside the dining room, on the open space, looking out of place like a spectator, admiring this kind of living habit that he did not agree with. After all, who is handcuffed like him, how can he agree with the person who imprisoned him? What about lifestyle?

Wen Luo's eyes froze, and he turned to look at the gate of the village. On the wooden platform stood a night watchman with a knife on his back. The red tassel on the handle of the knife was particularly eye-catching in the dark. The flag of the characters was inserted obliquely on the gate, and the big characters of Qingfengzhai whistled in the night wind. Wen Luo had already seen through it. Judging from his state, it was impossible to run out.

After drinking for three rounds, the drunk boss Qing walked out of the dining room. He took off his shirt and joined the drinking party with a big smile.

The men in the competition changed round after round, and the final winner was a dark man who was not considered strong.

Boss Qing yelled a few cursing words, hooked up with that man, you punched me and kicked each other, the two of them were not light-handed, Wen Luo wondered for a few times whether they would really fight, but The onlookers were still watching happily, cheering from time to time.

Boss Qing's arm was still wrapped with the bandage that Wen Luo personally wrapped for him. The glaring white made his skin darker. Stretched out, punched and kicked down, Boss Qing's naked body was already covered with fine sweat. Through the light of the campfire, his body appeared dark and shiny. In Wen Luo's eyes, he actually had a little bit of sexiness. .

Bah, bah, bah... A bear is only sexy!

"Hey, ha!" Boss Qing shouted exaggeratedly, and knocked down the man with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. Finally, the battle was resolved. The man who was thrown on the ground groaned for a while, then looked at Boss Qing and laughed out loud. Come on, Boss Qing walked over to him and stretched out his hand, and pulled the man up. The two of them laughed and hugged each other vigorously, and it was over.

The atmosphere seemed to reach a climax directly, people began to cheer and shout, and the loud voice made Wen Luo frown, Boss Qing tried a few more laps, then waved his hand and turned around to walk towards Wen Luo.

It was only when Boss Qing walked in that Wen Luo noticed the wound on his arm. The surrounding area seemed to have been suppurated, and it had opened a lot due to the strenuous exercise just now, "Your wound..."

"Sweaty all over, wait for me to take a shower."

Boss Qing shook his sweat-drenched hair and shouted loudly, "Xiao Bao, untie him from the chain!"

Wen Luo was sweating from being dumped, and couldn't help but raise his sleeves and rubbed his hands after he was untied. Although the chain on his hand was gone, there was still on his feet, and he always made a "crackling" sound when he walked. , carrying a lot of weight, dragging the shackles with Boss Qing all the way back to the Stone Palace, and began to prepare bath water for him.

"Where do you get the hot water?" Wen Luo asked.

"Go down, you can see the stables, the corner is the water house, hurry up!"

"I will as soon as possible."

Fast your head ghost ah!Do you know how far the barn is from here, do you know how tiring it is to carry hot water up, do you know that your cottage is built on the mountain road, how do you ask me to give you a Buckets of water, you bastard!Wen Luo dragged the shackles and walked out of the stone hall silently, feeling extremely entangled in his heart.

An hour later, Wen Luo fell sideways beside the wooden barrel, and weakly let go of his puffy fingers holding the small barrel.

"Okay..." Wen Luo reluctantly got up.

"Why so slow?" The boss Qing, who had already slept, woke up, his black hair looking a little messy.

"Then I'll go down." Wen Luo arched his mouth and prepared to leave with the small bucket.

"Why go down?"

"You want to take a bath, shouldn't I avoid it?"

"I asked you to come, isn't it just to wait for me to take a shower? Avoid your fart!" Boss Qing strode over.

Wen Luo stopped, and the shackles on his ankles made a "crack". He had never heard of a bandit leader who needed someone to take a bath. Wen Luo hadn't started his actual "serving" action in the past few days , so I just thought that serving this kind of bandit was nothing more than being a small follower, and they would never be as expensive as the young master.

But who knew, this bear-like boss Qing was so precious!

"What are you doing in a daze, come here!" Old Qing yelled at him.

"Actually, you don't have to shout everything, it's bad for your throat." Wen Luo walked over sadly.

"I've been shouting for 33 years, and my voice is still good." Qing Lao gave him a sharp look, took off his clothes, and then stood naked in front of Wen Luo, threw the clothes on his head, and Wen Luo took them off. Clothes, smoothed, folded and placed on the screen outside the barrel.

The wooden barrel is in the corner of the stone hall, and it is blocked by a simple and elegant screen. No matter how you look at it, this screen is more suitable to be placed in the study of a scholarly family. It is very out of tune here.

At the moment when he was looking at the screen in a daze, Boss Qing had already sat naked in the barrel, his thick arms were lazily resting on the edge of the barrel, his collarbone was protruding, and the muscles on his chest were slightly tangled. His body was huge, After being squeezed into the wooden barrel, the water level immediately rose, and it actually overflowed a little, spilled on the ground, and wet Wen Luo's soft shoes. Wen Luo stepped back and shook his feet.

"You are in charge of wiping my back and massaging me." Boss Qing closed his eyes and ordered.

"I'm not used to doing this." Wen Luo, who was standing behind him, frowned and stared at him with a murderous expression.

"Just do it and get used to it, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, I'm very sleepy." Boss Qing opened his eyelids, becoming impatient.

"Hope..." Wen Luo gritted his teeth, and softened his tone: "I hope it won't make you uncomfortable." He shouted in his heart, why don't you fuck!

Wen Luo rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, took out a sweat towel from the water and rubbed it on his body.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten tonight?" Boss Qing clicked his tongue.

"Well, I only drank some wine." Wen Luo clenched the sweat towel tightly and tried his best.

"Hey, hey, it hurts! Are you getting drunk?" Boss Qing's back was red.

"Didn't I tell you, I drank some wine at night." Wen Luo said calmly, before Boss Qing thought he was provoking, he immediately said: "It's the first time I wipe someone's back, and I'm not very proficient." A standard pure tone.

"At first glance, he looks like a rich man." Boss Qing said disdainfully.

"May I ask, were you born into a rich family?"

"Why do you ask that?" Boss Qing was not angry, but asked in a deep voice.

"Because I always felt that people in your profession would not be used to being served by others." Wen Luo's eyes were fierce, but his tone was very docile: "Of course, I don't mean anything else, I just find it strange that you put me by your side , aren't you worried that I'm trying to hurt you?"

"My family is quite rich." Boss Qing felt comfortable after being rubbed, and his temper also improved, "But you don't have to be poor and crazy to go to the mountains to be a bandit. I just like to be free. I can’t control it, and what did you just say? Do you want to hurt me, haha, with your ugly appearance, can you move me?”

"Yeah, I can't touch you." Wen Luo soaked the sweat towel and gritted his teeth.

"You can sneak attack me. I have always been unable to guard against such indiscriminate methods."

"Uh... By the way, the injury on your arm." Wen Luo changed the topic, raised his arm and looked at it, the bandage was already wet, because the wound seemed to be bleeding from the fight just now, a little red seeped through the bandage come out.

In fact, he wasn't worried about Boss Qing at all, he just instinctively talked about something that just came to his mind, and changed the topic just now, he touched the skin around the other's wound, rolled his eyeballs under the lower eyelashes, "Yes Shouldn't the medicine be changed?"

"Wen Yue, I said you really look like a woman, this little injury is nothing."

"My name is Wen Mingyue..." Wen Luo dragged his arm to set it up beside the bucket, "Just stay like this, don't get wet anymore." After speaking, he continued to pick up a sweat towel to scrub his body, and carefully Bypassing his wound, he went to the front to wipe Boss Qing's arm, and couldn't help putting away those weird little moves.

Boss Qing secretly looked at his eyebrows and eyes. Wen Luotian has a pair of eyes that can smile. Even if he is expressionless, there will be a slight curvature. He looked like suet white jade, white and clean, the heat from the hot water made him sweat a little, and his face was a little red again, his eyes drooped slightly, showing a pure and gentle appearance.

"You just said..."

"What?" Boss Qing suddenly came to his senses, and he didn't know what he just said inadvertently?

"Uh..." Wen Luo was taken aback by his reaction, and said, "You just said 33 years, so you are already 33 years old? If that is the case, you are younger than me, I am 34 years old , In a few days, I'll be 35." Wen Luo expected him to have some ideas of respecting the old and loving the young.

"Old things are the most useless, just serve me." Wen Luo was stabbed in the chest by the invisible sword called old things.

"It's half buried in the ground, you just stay here honestly, I don't think your family will come to save you." Wen Luo was stabbed again.

"Although I won't die for you, there is still a mat after death." Wen Luo almost fell to his knees, and was so angry that he spurted blood to death.

Afterwards, Wen Luo didn't take care of the boss again... His man's self-esteem was severely wounded!

The long silence made Boss Qing a little drowsy, and he began to snore after a while. Wen Luo stopped his hands, squeezed a sweat towel and looked at him secretly, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Dead bear, you are only half buried in the soil, and your whole family is sleeping in the soil!" He cursed a few words silently.

In fact, now is a good opportunity to kill him!

Wen Luo pinched the side of the bucket, feeling that if he really did the attack, he would not be able to escape, and would only irritate people outside. Anyway, he is not in danger of his life now, so it would be better to plan carefully and leave here unscathed.

Wen Luo stared bitterly at Boss Qing for a long while, and finally sighed, stretched out his hand to untie the bandage on his arm, and took the pounded medicine to apply on the bloody wound. In fact, he didn't The man named Teng An was not found, and the people in the village didn't know where he went. In desperation, Wen Luo mashed the medicinal herbs on his own initiative, but now it seems that the wound seems to be getting better, but the surrounding area is a little blurry. green.

In his sleep, Boss Qing hummed, his face turned blue, but he just frowned slightly, and he never woke up. After changing the medicine, Wen Luo washed his hands with the water in the bucket and sat by the bucket , ready to wait for him to wake up before pretending.

But who knows, after a few hours, Boss Qing didn't wake up again. Waiting and waiting, Wen Luo was also tired, and his upper and lower eyelids fought for a long time, and finally couldn't help but fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was already tired. It was the next morning.

Boss Qing, whose face was still blue, woke up first, and found that he was still in the cold bath water. His muscles were slightly stiff due to being soaked in cold water for too long, and his brain was also stiff for a moment. Glancing over it, it landed on the man curled up by the bucket, Qing Boss gritted his teeth, "Wen Yue!"

"Ah?" Wen Luo was awakened by the roar.

"Damn it, you didn't wake me up!" Boss Qing angrily stood up from the water, feeling a cramp in his calf.

"What's wrong?" Wen Luo got up in a daze, looked around with out-of-focus eyes, and then fell on Boss Qing. He was covered in water, his lips were blue, and the veins on his forehead were stretched. She looked at him with comprehension, and when her eyes fell on the swelling under his crotch, her eyes widened instantly.

"you!"

"Did you do it on purpose? You let me soak in cold water all night!"

"I fell asleep too." Wen Luo who just woke up had no time to pretend, and said honestly.

"You...ha chirp!" Boss Qing sneezed hugely, and the huge monster under his crotch also trembled.

"You... Where are you..." Wen Luo couldn't help stuttering.

"What?" Boss Qing stepped out of the barrel, followed the other person's gaze, then looked up at him like an idiot, "Haven't seen it? Are you a man, who didn't respond in the morning." After saying that, take The clothes on the lower screen wrapped around her body, and she sneezed again tremblingly.

"But..." Wen Luo frowned, always feeling that it was too big.

"Ha...ha chirp, hurry up and bring me some clothes." Boss Qing walked barefoot towards the big bed on the other side of the stone hall, leaving behind a row of wet footprints.

Wen Luo took some clothes from the closet and hugged them in his arms, rubbing his eyes, walked to the bed and stood up, because he was a little top-heavy after sleeping on the ground all night.

"Damn it, why did you sleep so deeply last night?" Boss Qing wiped his body with old clothes, cursing in a low voice.

"Do you need to call a doctor?" Wen Luo looked impatient, but still asked slowly.

"There are no doctors in the cottage." Boss Qing put on clean clothes, couldn't help but "hiss" when putting on his sleeves, couldn't help but frowned and touched his bandaged arm, Wen Luo saw this.Glancing at the red, swollen and inflamed wound on his arm, he asked casually, "Is the wound hurting?"

"It's so delicate." Boss Qing wiped his face.

"Bring a doctor here, and he can also help you look at the wound." Wen Luo raised his arm and looked at it.

"It's okay if I say it's okay, stop talking!" Boss Qing shook off his hand awkwardly, and strode out.

"Wait..." Wen Luo said again.

"What's wrong?" Boss Qing shouted impatiently.

"You haven't gone down there yet." Wen Luo looked at his lower body.

"Uh!" Boss Qing was startled, and found that the tent under his crotch hadn't been dispelled, "How could it be..."

"Maybe just wait." Wen Luo calmed down.

"Damn it, how could this happen!" Boss Qing rubbed his hair irritably, and had no choice but to go back to the bed and sit down.

"Is there anything urgent today?" Wen Luo leaned against the window absent-mindedly, staring at the embarrassing Boss Qing as if he was watching a show, his darker-skinned face was a faint purple.

It was originally a good show, but watching it, I felt that something was wrong. Even if it was a normal physiological reaction in the morning, it should have been done long ago.

"What the hell is going on here?" Boss Qing fell onto the bed with a bang, hugging his head in frustration.