Paranoid Love

Brand was sitting on an iron chair in the playground, and his subordinates were standing or sitting around him chatting in groups of three or four. Brand's blue eyes went straight through the crowd and landed on the two people not far away. The beautiful young man was hugging the young man's arm and talking to him. It seemed that the other party said something that made him unhappy. He pouted dissatisfiedly, but when the young man rubbed his hair comfortingly, his expression finally changed. After some relief, he reluctantly left the young man's side.

"You guys, go to the side."

Brand's voice was not loud, on the contrary, it could be said to be very low, but everyone who was chatting heard it. Although everyone was puzzled, they still followed the advice and walked a little farther away.

An Sheng, who was walking towards Brand, saw everyone walking to the side, he paused slightly and followed them to the side. Under Han Qiuming's repeated warnings, as soon as he separated from him, An Sheng would choose Stay with Billy.

"Brat, come here."

Hearing Brand's call, An Sheng obediently moved towards him even though he didn't understand.

Standing in front of Brand, An Sheng lowered his head anxiously waiting for him to speak.

Silently staring at the young man who was almost trembling under his gaze, Brand took a long while before saying, "Stay away from Qiu."

"Why?" An Sheng asked almost immediately.

Brand's eyes revealed a gloomy brilliance. He spoke slowly, speaking very slowly, but every word was extremely clear.

"Because I don't like it."

Brand's facial features are very resolute and correct, and when he doesn't speak usually, it makes people feel very majestic. When he deliberately wants to pressure people, this majesty can be overwhelming.

"No, you have no right to interfere with Cho's life."

Brand raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that An Sheng, who looked thin and weak, could resist the pressure he exerted and retorted.

Seeing that An Sheng was so ignorant of good and evil, Brand was no longer polite, and snorted disdainfully, "How can you say such a thing if you can survive safely under my protection."

"You..." An Sheng bit his lower lip tightly, looking annoyed.

"Little devil, you'd better figure out your own situation." Brand's eyes were full of contempt.

An Sheng clenched his fists, suddenly raised his head and shouted at Brand: "I don't want it."

"what?"

"If you want me to leave Qiu, then I would rather not have your protection."

After listening to Anson's words, Brand smiled, and he smiled very coldly, "Very well, remember what you said."

Everyone who had been secretly paying attention to the situation here shuddered abruptly after seeing Brand's smile.

No one noticed that the mad dog sitting in the distance was always watching Brand and An Sheng, his pale and nervous face flashed thoughtful light.

Not long after An Sheng left, Char came to Han Qiuming's side, and the two walked to a hidden corner together.

After throwing all the things Charl needed to him, Han Qiuming stretched comfortably, feeling relaxed all over, and it didn't feel good to carry so many contraband on him.

Charles nodded in satisfaction after counting the items, and praised: "As expected, you are the best, Qiu, you have obtained such difficult things."

"You also know it's difficult?" Han Qiuming gave Char a dissatisfied look.

"Hey, it's not because you are the only one who can get it." Charle hurriedly showed a flattering smile.

After snorting, Han Qiuming didn't continue to complain.

"Here, this is what everyone wants this time."

"Aren't you exaggerating too much? You really think I'm Doraemon, and I can change into anything I want."

"What more?" Charl asked confused.

Waving his hand, Han Qiuming was too lazy to explain to this native American what Doraemon was. Anyway, this guy who only thought about fighting and killing would definitely not understand.

"Qiu, you also know that the prison is very empty..."

"It's not a woman, empty ass."

Char could only smile wryly. He also knew that Han Qiuming had to bring things in so frequently to embarrass him, but he was the only one who could get everything in this prison.

"Tell your people to restrain themselves, it will be difficult for me to keep asking me to bring things in."

"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing Han Qiuming let go, Charle quickly nodded in agreement, and stuffed the note into his hand.

Putting away the note, Han Qiuming was just about to leave, but was stopped by Char.

"What else?" Han Qiuming asked suspiciously.

Charles struggled for a while before carefully asking, "Is Anson Brand's bed partner?"

"Why do you ask that?" Han Qiuming was surprised, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and asked back.

"I always feel that he sticks to you for a long time."

"Of course, including sleeping time, he will spend at least half of his day with me." Han Qiuming replied, spreading his hands.

"Haha, of course I don't mean that." Charl laughed, "But I always feel that he and Brand are not very close, and many people are secretly trying to move."

"You won't be moved too, will you?"

"I don't want to cause trouble. There is an old saying among you Chinese people, it's called beauty is trouble. Am I right? Qiu."

"Surprised you would know that."

"Ah, don't underestimate me."

"Yes." Han Qiuming laughed.

"Anyway, this is for you too. Many people are secretly exploring the relationship between Brand and An Sheng, and they are ready to make a move. Qiu, don't get involved." Charle warned with a serious expression.

"I'll be careful." Han Qiuming smiled and nodded, feeling Charle's concern for him.

Turning his head away, Char scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

Although he doesn't understand why Brand likes Han Qiuming, at this moment, Charl has to admit that Han Qiuming's smile is really charming, which makes people feel at ease.

After separating from Char, Han Qiuming looked for An Sheng, and it didn't take long for him to find him by the corner of the playground. Han Qiuming frowned slightly. What Char said to him just now made him vigilant, and he felt it was necessary to Let Anson know about his situation.

This little bastard was probably protected too well by him, he had no sense of crisis at all, and dared to stay alone in the corner, isn't he afraid of being dragged to gang rape!Han Qiuming walked towards An Sheng while thinking about it in his heart.

Standing against the wall, An Sheng, whose body was half hidden in the shadow, made it difficult to see his expression clearly. The closer Han Qiuming got to him, the more weird he felt. This kind of An Sheng made him feel very dangerous. Han Qiuming subconsciously She stopped and didn't approach him again.

As soon as An Sheng recovered from his own thoughts, he saw Han Qiuming who was a few steps away from him, and found that he was staring at him with complicated eyes, and asked in doubt, "What's wrong?"

Han Qiuming suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, returned to his usual lazy look and raised his eyebrows: "Even with Brand's protection, you can't be so bold as to hide in this hidden place by yourself."

An Sheng pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, but decided not to tell him about his breakup with Brand, he neither wanted to worry Han Qiuming, nor listened to his nagging.

"Why are you in a daze?" Seeing An Sheng staring at him blankly, Han Qiuming waved his hands in doubt.

"It's nothing." An Sheng smiled and stepped forward coquettishly to hug Han Qiuming's arm.

Knowing that An Sheng was not telling the truth to himself, Han Qiuming was not interested in exploring other people's privacy either.

It just so happened that the bell rang for the end of the breeze, and Han Qiuming pulled An Sheng towards the gate of the playground.

Han Qiuming walked towards the infirmary with the washed quilt in his arms. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a slight ambiguous moan from the room. He pursed his lips, and Han Qiuming reluctantly walked to a place farther away with the quilt in his arms and waited patiently.

Several days have passed since Charle gave him advice last time. Han Qiuming has been on guard for several days, but nothing happened. He thinks that Charle is worried too much.

But after observing these days, he always felt that the relationship between An Sheng and Brand's group seemed too cold, and people who didn't know would not think of them as a group. It seemed that he was going to tell An Sheng .

Just when Han Qiuming was about to doze off while waiting, the door of the infirmary was finally opened, and a very manly man walked out of the room with a satisfied expression. When he saw Han Qiuming, he smiled at him.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Cho."

"It's okay, Phoebe is so delicious, isn't it?" Han Qiuming blinked and smiled.

The man raised his finger, hummed a little tune and walked away.

Han Qiuming stretched his stiff limbs, calculated the time, and guessed that Phoebe should have finished grooming before entering the infirmary. As soon as he entered the room, he was surrounded by people from behind, and a warm breath blew past his ears.

"Have you been here for a long time?"

"Did the person just now feed you?" Han Qiuming tore the person behind him off his back, turned around and asked with a smile.

The man behind him has a pretty androgynous face, waist-length blond hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Coupled with a body that is thinner than ordinary men, Phoebe looks like a glamorous woman. Girls in general.

"Hehe, I'm not so easy to be satisfied." Phoebe narrowed her eyes and smiled lewdly as she licked her lips with her tender red tongue.

"That kind of man can't satisfy you, so don't count on me."

"You are different." Phoebe wrapped her arms around Han Qiuming's neck again, and whispered softly with her lips pressed against his ear, "You are special."

"Thank you for your love." Han Qiuming smiled bitterly, and pulled Phoebe off his body again, "But I don't want to die on your bed."

"My bed is always ready for you."

"Is everything I want ready?" Not wanting to continue this topic, Han Qiuming asked about his concerns.

"Of course." With a wink at Han Qiuming, Phoebe turned and walked into her lounge, and came out with a bag after a while.

Opening the bag, Han Qiuming counted the contents inside, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you."

Phoebe sat down on the chair, turned on the lighter and lit a cigarette with beautiful movements, took a deep puff, and then spit out the cigarette before speaking: "You're welcome, even if it's not because of Noah, as long as you speak, I will do my best." achieved."

"How is my brother?"

"Xia?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows, showing a hint of envy in her expression, "With Noah by his side, how could he have a bad life?"

"That's true." Han Qiuming nodded in agreement, took out the items in the paper bag, and carefully hid them on his body.

"I heard you've been very protective of a brat recently?" Phoebe asked gossipingly, resting her chin on one hand.

"I didn't expect men to gossip so exaggeratedly."

"It can't be helped, who made Qiu you so eye-catching, your every move is being watched."

"I don't want such high-level treatment."

Han Qiuming is very clear that his skills here can't even do the most basic self-protection. A large part of the reason why he can stay safely without being beaten or raped is because of his mind. His little cleverness keeps a delicate balance between various forces, but this balance is easily broken, so Han Qiuming has been trying to keep a low profile, not wanting to offend any faction. Originally, he did a good job and was very successful , but the appearance of An Sheng broke all this.

Han Qiuming sighed secretly, lamenting again that being a good person is really not so easy to do.He knew that he should abandon An Sheng and continue to maintain his low-key style, but... just because An Sheng resembled that person in the slightest, he knew that he would never be able to abandon him.

"Qiu, you must not do dangerous things." Phoebe narrowed her eyes, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

"Ann, I know what to do." Although Han Qiuming himself was not sure, he didn't want Phoebe to worry.

"It's better that way."

After hiding everything and making sure no one could see it, Han Qiuming patted his clothes and prepared to leave. "Then I'll go first."

"Be careful in everything, you don't want Xia to worry."

"I see."

While queuing up to receive the meal, An Sheng looked back at the entrance of the restaurant frequently. After finishing work in the afternoon, Han Qiuming said that he had to send the clean sheets to the infirmary before he could eat, so he asked An Sheng to go to the restaurant first.

Just send something, how can it be so slow.An Sheng bit his lower lip, muttering in his heart.

An Sheng, who turned his head frequently, didn't notice that the person walking in front of him had stopped, and suddenly bumped into the other person's back.

"It hurts." The opponent's muscles were as hard as a rock. An Sheng held his painful head and cried out in a low voice.

"Smelly brat, don't you have eyes when you walk!" The man grabbed An Sheng by the collar and pulled him in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." An Sheng bowed his head in fright and apologized desperately.

"Just say I'm sorry!" The other party obviously didn't intend to let An Sheng go so easily.

The prisoners who had been quietly queuing up began to commotion. Everyone looked at the two excitedly, hoping that something interesting would happen.

"Brand, look over there." Billy, who had already sat down and started eating, noticed the situation on the other side of the line. He knocked on the table and signaled Brand to look over there.

Brand took a glance and withdrew his attention, "Leave him alone."

"Is it okay? Didn't Qiu ask you to take care of him?" Billy raised his eyebrows and asked.

"He has already refused to seek my asylum. I have no reason to deal with him."

reject?Billy showed a surprised expression, "Has this kid figured out his situation?"

Brand just sneered and didn't answer.

"But why did he suddenly refuse your protection?" Billy asked curiously, and he believed there must be a reason.

But Billy's curiosity quickly disappeared under Brand's cold gaze, and he touched his nose. Billy felt that he really asked a stupid question, which could make Brand and a brat get serious. What do you think? It could only be because Qiu was involved.

After Brand bowed his head to eat, Billy returned his attention to the commotion.

He knew that Brand was just angry that this brat had been occupying the position next to Han Qiuming, so he just wanted to teach him a lesson, but if something happened to An Sheng, Brand would not be able to explain it to Han Qiuming.

Mad Dog noticed that Brand didn't do anything, so he nodded at the man who had a dispute with An Sheng.

The man threw An Sheng to the ground forcefully, pointed at his crotch and said, "I'll forgive you if you crawl over."

An Sheng's face suddenly became ugly.

"Climb fast!" The surrounding prisoners booed one after another.

"What? Don't you want to crawl?" Seeing that An Sheng hadn't moved, the man flew up and kicked An Sheng in the stomach, his face full of arrogance.

"Hmm..." The force of that kick was so strong that An Sheng felt that his stomach was going to explode, his face turned pale from the pain, and he curled up weakly on the ground.

"Ha, what a useless brat, why don't you wash your ass and give me a refreshment. If it makes me feel refreshed, how about I support you in the future?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Hmph, your mouth is quite hard. I want to see if it's your mouth or your bones." After saying that, the man's fists rained down on An Sheng's body.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Han Qiuming noticed that everyone was gathered in a circle, as if they were watching something lively, so he grabbed someone and asked, "What happened?"

"It's Qiu, your roommate was beaten up." The other party pouted and motioned Han Qiuming to look inside.

"What!" Han Qiuming exclaimed, and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

Finally squeezed into the innermost place, Han Qiuming saw An Sheng who was beaten miserably at a glance, and quickly grabbed the man who was about to continue beating.

"Hei Xiong, what can we talk about?" Han Qiuming stood in front of An Sheng and smiled apologetically.

"Brand, autumn is here." As soon as Han Qiuming grabbed the black bear, he was seen by sharp-eyed Billy, who was so frightened that he immediately reminded Brand.

Brand looked up, narrowed his eyes slightly, but still didn't get up.

"Aren't you going to help him?" Billy asked puzzled.

"Qiu doesn't want me to protect him like this. Let's see the situation. If he can't solve it, I'll take another shot."

Billy nodded, and continued to wait and see the development of the situation with Brand, ready to make a move at any time.

Seeing Han Qiuming make a move, Hei Xiong frowned. Although his expression was unwilling, he finally withdrew his fist. "Qiu, are you protecting this brat?"

"It's my roommate. You can't take care of him if you beat him seriously and go home. You also know that I'm soft-hearted and can't ignore it." Han Qiuming smiled, "What did he do to make you so angry?"

The black bear glanced at the mad dog without leaving a trace, and then said: "This brat bumped into me, and he was stubborn to ask him to apologize, but forget it, for your sake, I won't care about it this time."

"Thank you very much. If you need anything in the future, just ask." Han Qiuming still saw the black bear's secretive movements, but he still smiled quietly.

Nodding his head, the black bear turned and left. Seeing that there was no excitement, the crowd of onlookers also dispersed.

Han Qiuming squatted in front of An Sheng and asked, "How is it? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

"No, it's just a minor injury." Even though he said so, An Sheng still frowned in pain.

After briefly inspecting An Sheng's wound, and making sure that there is nothing serious, Han Qiuming helped An Sheng up, "Be patient, I will take you back to the cell to rest after eating."

Nodding, An Sheng covered his stomach and followed Han Qiuming to find an empty seat.

"Sit and wait for me, I'll go get dinner."

Watching Han Qiuming go away, An Sheng stretched out his hand to wipe the wound on his forehead, staring at the blood stained fingers, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After finally surviving the dinner, everyone was taken back to the room together. After the prison guards called, Han Qiuming grabbed the ointment and gauze and went to An Sheng who was sitting on the bed, and applied the medicine for him.

"You have to be careful these days."

Feeling that the wound was itchy, An Sheng stretched out his hand to grab it, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Han Qiuming frowned, and slapped his hand off, "It's so dirty, be careful of wound infection."

An Sheng sat down obediently and stopped moving.

"Today should be just a test."

An Sheng turned his head to look at Han Qiuming, surprised that his expression became very serious.

"Black Bear belongs to Mad Dog, and Mad Dog should have instructed him to do what happened today."

"why?"

"To test your relationship with Brand, tsk, that guy Brand told him to take care of you, but he still didn't do anything." Han Qiuming was a little annoyed, "The reason why you passed a period of peace Your life is entirely because I said to the outside world that you belong to Brand, but Brand’s inaction today proves that your relationship with him is not very close, that is to say, others can take action against you.”

"Shoot? You mean..." An Sheng showed a terrified expression.

"That's right, that's what it means, so you have to be careful recently." Although being careful may not be helpful... Seeing An Sheng's pitiful look, Han Qiuming couldn't help sighing, "Your pretty face is really troublesome here. .”

An Sheng lowered his head and said nothing, his fingers kept twisting the corner of his clothes, looking very disturbed.

"I'll go talk to Brand tomorrow. Things haven't turned to the worst yet. Don't be so worried." Han Qiuming scratched his hair irritably.

An Sheng's eyes lit up, but then he looked at Han Qiuming timidly and asked, "Qiu, why are you so kind to me?"

"Okay?" Han Qiuming snorted, "Don't think so much, I just don't want to see you come back with injuries all over your body every day, and I still have to take care of you when the time comes, it's very troublesome."

An Sheng pouted dissatisfiedly, but was pushed down on the bed by Han Qiuming just as he was about to refute.

"It's not convenient for you to be injured today, so you can sleep in my bed first." After saying that, Han Qiuming quickly climbed to the upper bunk.

Hugging the quilt and nestling on the bed full of Han Qiuming's breath, An Sheng felt a sense of peace of mind, and even the wounds on his body did not feel pain. Hearing the steady breathing sound from the upper bunk, An Sheng also slowly fell asleep.