Paranoid Love

Waking up the next morning, Han Qiuming found that An Sheng's spirit was very poor. Although the wound had been covered with medicine, it was still a little inflamed. Han Qiuming originally planned to let An Sheng stay in the cell to rest, but thinking about the current situation, he was afraid that he would put him in the cell. It's going to happen if you stay here alone.After thinking and thinking, he finally decided to take An Sheng out.

"Can you get up?"

Although An Sheng nodded, Han Qiuming could see that his condition was not good.

"Be patient, I'll take you to the library to sleep."

Seeing the worry in Han Qiuming's eyes, An Sheng smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"It's better to be fine." Han Qiuming glared at him, "Back then you dared to say that you would never cause trouble for me, tsk, what the kid said is really unbelievable."

Although Han Qiuming kept chanting, An Sheng could feel that he was so careful in helping him, which made him smile and squint his eyes.

"What are you laughing at, I don't think your face has caused enough trouble." Han Qiuming complained angrily.

An Sheng had no choice but to tighten his lips and laugh inwardly.

Han Qiuming didn't expect that An Sheng looked very thin, but in fact he was very heavy. When he walked side by side with him, he realized that An Sheng was not shorter than himself, and finally dragged him into the library. Han Qiuming felt that The whole person is about to collapse.

"It's dead, where is all your meat hidden!" Han Qiuming complained while rubbing his arms.

The disgusted An Sheng lowered his head aggrievedly, and murmured: "I am growing my body."

"Okay, lie down for a while, and I'll call you when lunch time comes."

Nodding, An Sheng obediently lay on the table, turned his head sideways to read Han Qiuming in the book, closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Han Qiuming, who was always reading in the same posture, felt a little tired. He put down the book in his hand, raised his head and moved his neck. Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught a figure walking by the window. After a while, he walked out quickly.

"Brand."

Hearing Han Qiuming's call, Brand stopped, and he said to the others who were following him: "Go first."

Seeing that it was Han Qiuming, the others left in peace.

"Why didn't you show up yesterday?" Han Qiuming asked straightforwardly.

"Any cigarettes?" Brand asked, raising an eyebrow.

Frowning, Han Qiuming took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to him.

After taking a deep breath, Brand said, "Why are you protecting him so much?"

"He's just a kid."

"Qiu, it's not like you. You have always been calm and rational, and you know how to protect yourself. Well, although sometimes you are easy to soften your heart, you usually only do what is within your ability. "

"I don't think it's beyond my ability to protect him. It's fine if you're willing to accept it." Han Qiuming complained with a frown.

"I hate that brat." Brand stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, his blue eyes showing displeasure.

"He's just a child, and he hasn't offended you. Why do you hate him?" Han Qiuming rubbed his eyebrows, feeling dizzy.The work of persuasion is more difficult than he imagined. Brand is a person with clear preferences. It is very difficult to change his view of a person, but no matter how difficult it is, he will try.

Brand didn't answer, he lit a cigarette again impatiently, at this moment he resented Han Qiuming's slowness very much.

Brand and Han Qiuming met outside the prison. The young Han Qiuming spent a long time in the black streets of New York. He was smart and soon attracted the attention of various gangs in the black streets, and many of them invited him. To join his own gang, but Han Qiuming never agreed.

He always said that he was too lazy to do big things, but everyone knew that Han Qiuming looked lazy on the surface, as if he didn't care about anything, but in fact he was a kind man who valued loyalty and was soft-hearted.Once he helped a little devil he knew to solve troubles, some gangsters at the bottom of the black street would come to him for help when they encountered troubles that they couldn't solve by themselves.As time goes by, when some big gangs have conflicts, but they don't want to tear their faces, Han Qiuming will be pulled to be a peacemaker. Although Han Qiuming complains about trouble every time, he does his best to make things happen every time. Best, and never asked to be paid.

Gradually, Han Qiuming became a very special existence in the black street.

The boss of Brand's gang has a good relationship with Han Qiuming. He can often see Han Qiuming going in and out of the headquarters, but Brand has never liked this young man who is especially favored by his boss. For Brand, a real man should be able to fight and fight bloody, but an accident changed Brand's mind.

In order to prove his ability, the young and energetic Brand brought together a few good brothers and single-handedly destroyed the most profitable nightclub of a rival gang. He went to a warehouse to teach him a lesson and almost died, but Han Qiuming saved him in the end.

Han Qiuming, who appeared in front of the dying Brand, looked like a savior to him at the time. After simple negotiations, he easily brought himself out of that hellish place. From that moment on, Brand told I can no longer underestimate this thin young man.

Afterwards, Brand took the initiative to befriend Han Qiuming. The straightforward Brand easily got Han Qiuming's favor, and the two quickly became friends. During the process of getting along, Brand gradually developed a good impression of Han Qiuming, but Before he realized his feelings when he was young, Han Qiuming disappeared from the black street, and no one knew where he went.

Originally, Brand thought that the two would never see each other again, but he didn't expect that they would meet again in prison.

Brand was very happy to meet Han Qiuming again. He was very aware of Han Qiuming's abilities. In this closed space that advocates violence, he would definitely have a hard time, so Brand took the initiative to ask Han Qiuming to include him under his protection. Among them, he did not expect to be rejected by him. Brand felt very hurt at the time, so he got angry and ignored him. He thought that after Han Qiuming realized the cruelty of the prison, he would take the initiative to come to him for asylum.

But what Brand didn't expect was that Han Qiuming would be able to find out a way of life that belonged to him by virtue of his own ability. He is not strong and his skills are not good, but he can still make himself as good as he was in the black street back then. Survive like a duck to water.

This kind of Han Qiuming is undoubtedly charming. The emotions buried deep in his heart were unearthed again. After time and experience, Brand is no longer the ignorant boy he was before. He finally knows what kind of feelings he has for Han Qiuming.

It's not that he didn't think about confessing, but Brand knows that he needs to stay here for 15 years, and Han Qiuming only needs to stay for eight years. They can't last long, and after these three years of observation, Brand knows that Han Qiuming He has no interest in men, and he only has brotherly affection for him. Various reasons constrain Brand's footsteps and force him to suppress his feelings again and again.

"Brand?" Sensing the gloomy light in Brand's eyes, Han Qiuming called out uneasily.

Wiping his face vigorously, Brand forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

Han Qiuming remained silent, with a look of struggle flashing across his face, but finally he asked, "Are you really unwilling to help An Sheng?"

"This is a prison, the weak prey on the strong, you should understand." Brand's eyes were cold, "Also, didn't he tell you? I gave him a chance, but he voluntarily refused."

Han Qiuming gasped, looking surprised. After a while, he sighed and returned to the library in frustration.

"Qiu, don't do dangerous things, you are not a saint, you can't save everyone." Brand reminded.

Han Qiuming didn't reply, and his figure disappeared behind the door in a blink of an eye.

Brand leaned his back against the wall and sighed deeply.

"If you're willing to be with me, I'll save him. Heh, Brand, you are such a coward, why don't you dare to say it in front of Qiu?" A lonely smile appeared on Brand's lips, and he was tired close your eyes.

Han Qiuming, who returned to An Sheng's side and sat down, stared at the sleeping boy with a depressed face, wanting to punch him very much.

This bastard, did he think it would be easy for him to convince Brand!To reject Brand's asylum so easily, and let all his hard work go to waste!

Han Qiuming, who became more and more depressed as he thought about it, stretched out his hand and pushed An Sheng who was still sleeping soundly.

"Ansheng, Ansheng, get up!"

After a while, An Sheng woke up from his sleep, looking at Han Qiuming who was staring at him, he was slightly lost in thought.It's not the first time, why can I always sleep so peacefully next to this person?

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" Han Qiuming asked with a frown as he waved his hand in front of An Sheng.He's so angry here, this brat is fine, he still has time to be in a daze? ? ?

"I just woke up and I can't turn my head around." An Sheng smiled shyly at Han Qiu.

"You are still in the mood to laugh! Tell me, why did you refuse Brand's asylum!"

An Sheng was slightly taken aback, and asked cautiously, "Who did you hear that from?"

"What? If I didn't meet Brand today, are you going to keep it a secret?" Han Qiuming glared at An Sheng angrily. You will soon be gnawed down to the bone by the people in the prison!"

"I hate Brand." An Sheng lowered his head and replied aggrievedly.

Hearing this answer, Han Qiuming almost fainted, "Do you think you can do things according to your preferences when you are still outside? It seems that I have protected you so well that I have given you such naivety. idea."

Noticing a hint of disappointment in Han Qiuming's eyes, An Sheng immediately grabbed his hand nervously and said, "Qiu, I'm sorry."

Shaking off An Sheng's hand, Han Qiuming said with a cold face: "Since you are confident that you can survive in prison, then I don't need to take care of you anymore." After saying that, he ignored An Sheng, got up and left the library.

Watching Han Qiuming go away, An Sheng suddenly felt abandoned, and he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Han Qiuming really did it, and he never paid attention to An Sheng since that day. Everyone saw the transformation of Han Qiuming and Brand. After several careful trials, everyone finally confirmed that An Sheng was no longer Protected by those two.

Mad Dog decided to do it.

As soon as An Sheng entered the bathroom, he was held up by two people and dragged to a corner, where the mad dog and his men had been waiting for a long time. An Sheng noticed that there was no one else in the bathroom except them. sank.

"Little beauty, we finally have a chance to be alone." Mad Dog had a very uncomfortable smile on his face.

An Sheng frowned, trying to avoid the mad dog's approach, but the strength of the two holding him was too great, and he couldn't move at all.

"It's useless for you to struggle any more. You might as well obey me obediently. Maybe I'll be gentler to you." Stretching out his hand to pinch An Sheng's slender chin, Mad Dog laughed.

A dark light flashed in his silver-gray eyes. An Sheng, who felt a little irritable because Han Qiuming ignored him these days, clenched his fists. He lowered his voice and said in a warning tone: "Don't mess with me."

"Don't mess with me?" Mad Dog laughed, "Hahahaha, little beauty, haven't you realized your situation yet?"

Maybe it's you who didn't recognize it clearly.Lowering his eyes, An Sheng's lips curved into a sneer.

The mad dog was too lazy to talk nonsense with An Sheng, he grabbed An Sheng by the neck and pinned him to the ground, and immediately pulled his pants with one hand.

"Stop!" A voice suddenly rang out from outside the bathroom, and then a few messy footsteps came from far to near.

The mad dog stopped and looked up, only to see Han Qiuming, Char and Char's men running in.

Seeing Han Qiuming, An Sheng's eyes lit up, and then he suppressed the irritability in his heart, and lay quietly on the ground without any resistance.

"Qiu, what are you doing?" Mad Dog climbed up from An Sheng's body with a bad expression, and glared at Han Qiuming viciously.

Fortunately, we caught up.Han Qiuming breathed a sigh of relief.When he heard from the conversations of several other people that the mad dog was going to block Ansheng in the bathroom, he was actually very contradictory. He knew that he shouldn't have come. When he is released from prison, he will even bring himself a lot of trouble.

But... When his eyes fell on An Sheng's eyes like a helpless fawn, he secretly sighed in his heart. He really couldn't bear to see this young man humiliated.

Withdrawing his gaze from An Sheng, Han Qiuming turned to Mad Dog and said, "Let him go, Mad Dog."

"What? Qiu, do you want to fight with me?" Mad Dog narrowed his eyes with a bad expression.

"No, I just want you to let him go, he's just a child."

"Come on, Qiu, don't you know what is good or bad. It's too late to pretend to be a good person. It is said that you raped this kid on the first night in prison. What are you saying now?" Mad Dog walked up to Han Qiuming and stretched out his hand. Patted his cheek, "What? Want to hide it privately? Ha, you don't have the ability, Han Qiuming, don't rely on how many people you have helped, and forget how many catties you weigh if you have them to take care of you. His skills are useless in this prison!"

When Char, who was standing beside Han Qiuming, heard this, his face changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He just wanted to step forward, but Han Qiuming blocked him without leaving a trace.

Even though he was insulted like this, Han Qiuming's face did not change, his smile was always gentle and full of kindness, "Of course I know my own ability, but for the sake of my being able to talk in this prison, you How about selling me some face?"

"Are you threatening me!" Mad Dog was furious.

"That's not what it means." Han Qiuming shook his head, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I'm just asking you."

"What a request." Mad Dog laughed back angrily, "So what if I don't agree?"

"Then I'll have to ask Char for help."

"Huh, Char?" Mad Dog turned his eyes to Char and asked mockingly, "You want to spoil me too?"

"Mad Dog, even if I'm not strong enough, the people I brought are more than enough to destroy your affairs today." Charl stared back at Mad Dog without showing any weakness, "I don't want to fight against you, but you know that, Qiu has helped me many times, so if he doesn't want to, you don't want to touch that brat."

The atmosphere of the two parties suddenly became fierce.

"Mad Dog, Char will only help me this time, how about taking a step back today?" Han Qiuming gently persuaded Mad Dog.

"Just this time?" Mad Dog asked, looking at Char.

Char nodded.

"Okay, then I'll let this little beauty go today." The mad dog finally gave in, and his eyes shifted to Han Qiuming, "Qiu, you can just do it yourself."

"Let's go." Mad Dog forced the word out between his teeth, his face was very ugly.

When Mad Dog and his men walked away, Charl looked at Han Qiuming worriedly, "Qiu, is it worth it? Offending Mad Dog for that brat, he won't make it easy for you."

Han Qiuming smiled helplessly, "It's useless to think about it now."

Charle sighed, reached out and patted Han Qiuming's shoulder, "If it doesn't work, you can go to Brand, I believe he can help you."

Han Qiuming smiled and ignored the question. "Thank you so much for today."

"Why are you being polite to me? You have helped me a lot, so let's go first if we have nothing to do." Char waved at Han Qiuming and left with his men.

When only Han Qiuming and An Sheng were left in the bathroom, Han Qiuming walked to An Sheng's side and knelt down to see if he was injured.

"How long are you going to lie on the ground." After making sure that An Sheng didn't have any wounds on his body, Han Qiuming glared at him.

"Didn't you say you don't care about me?" An Sheng complained loudly, covering his face with his hands like a child in a tantrum.

"You mean I saved you by mistake?" Han Qiuming simply sat down on the ground and talked with An Sheng.

An Sheng pursed his lips and did not reply.

"What a brat." Han Qiuming shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Don't ignore me anymore." An Sheng put down his arms covering his face, and looked at Han Qiuming pitifully.

"Now I can't help but think about it. For you, I have completely offended Mad Dog."

"……sorry."

"It's not the first time you've caused me trouble." Han Qiuming stood up and stretched out his hand to An Sheng. "Don't think too much, get up."

Stretching out his hand to grab Han Qiuming's hand, An Sheng used his strength to get up from the ground, looking at the hands that were tightly intertwined with him, a trace of warmth burst out of his silver-gray eyes.

He wanted to hold this hand tightly and never let go.