The male protagonist tricked me

Thoughts go back and forth, but it's all in a flash.

Seeing that Song Ling gave up his seat and was worried by the side, Song Xiang immediately rushed up and grabbed Song Ao's wrist, "Sister, did she really get it right? I'm studying pharmacology, let me take a look, okay?" ?”

Song Ao wanted to politely decline the moment he thought of the scalp-tingling maddening feeling when someone put the power of the star sea into his body.

However, facing Song Xiang's beautiful eyes glistening with tears, he still swallowed the words of refusal, and nodded with difficulty.

Perhaps it is the difference in cultivation, or the reason for doing different jobs.Song Ling's Xinghai power is powerful and heavy, and more aggressive, while Song Xiang's Xinghai power is much gentler, which makes Song Ao feel better.

However, no matter how comfortable it was, the energy that did not belong to my body came in, and it still made me feel very uncomfortable no matter what.

Song Ao frowned slightly, and shrank his neck a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, Jiang Heng walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, looking at Song Xiang with concern in his deep black eyes, "How is it?"

Perhaps it was because Song Ling's reaction just now had given her enough psychological foreshadowing. Although Song Xiang was still sad, his mood was still calm.

She sighed, put down Song Ao's hand, and shook her head, "It's really planted...but why, in such a short time, it should be impossible."

Jiang Heng's eyes flickered, and he asked again: "Can you find out what kind of Gu is planted?"

Song Xiang raised his head and looked at Jiang Heng, and shook his head, "No, although my brother and sister have been trying to research these years, things like Gu are too old and unreasonable. Existing data is almost zero, we can only do experiments from ourselves."

As she spoke, Song Xiang raised her left hand and rolled up her long sleeves, revealing her white and slender arms.

However, the inner side of that beautiful arm is full of needle holes, big and small. It's not hard to imagine how often she takes samples from her body.

However, the seemingly weak Song Xiang didn't mention this much, as if it was just a trivial matter, she continued: "After studying for so long, what we can do now is to investigate a person's Xinghai can tell if he has been hit by a Gu, but as for what kind of Gu he has been hit by and for how long, it is impossible to tell."

Saying that, Song Xiang glanced at Song Ao who was lying on the bed, his face was still pale, "Sister is right, you are a big fool! Such a family, just leave it as soon as possible... Now that you know it, don't worry." Come back, you! I have never seen a more stupid person than you!"

Probably because he got more and more angry, Song Xiang kicked Song Ao's bed directly.

To this little princess, Song Ao really has no temper at all. Seeing her wayward appearance, he naturally accepted all the accusations, "Okay, I'm a big fool."

"You still have the guts to admit it!" Song Xiang rolled his eyes, and went to Song Cheng's side again, "Brother, I don't want to talk to a fool, it makes me stupid!"

Song Cheng patted Song Xiang's shoulder dotingly, turned to Jiang Heng, with apologetic expression on his face, "Thank you for bothering you today...Although Xiao Ao is still...Since this is the case, we can only leave it like this for now, Regarding the specific situation of the Song family, I will discuss it with my sister first, and then I will tell you later, and maybe I will use your words to report the situation to the marshal."

"Xiaoxiang, go and call your sister in." Song Cheng lowered his head, whispered something in Song Xiang's ear, and continued to say to Jiang Heng, "In this case, it is actually inconvenient for Song Manor to keep guests. I will send you off later. Go back to the Marshal's Mansion."

"No need." Jiang Heng unexpectedly directly refused, "You don't need to entertain me, I can just sleep here."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was taken aback, even Song Ao looked up at Jiang Heng in surprise.

And Song Ling, who just came back from the balcony, frowned even more, "If you stay, I can arrange a guest room next to you, but I'm afraid it's not suitable to sleep here directly."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Jiang Heng didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, and sat directly beside Song Ao's bed, "We've always slept like this in Honglian."

Song Ling was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but recall what Bai Yu secretly whispered into her ear on the starship. Bai Yu once said, "Maybe he will have a boyfriend first."

At that time, Song Ling only thought it was a joke among classmates, but looking at it now, it seems that Jiang Heng and Song Ao have more than just a good relationship...

She frowned, and wanted to say something more, but seeing Song Ao's pale face and attitude of not refusing, she finally swallowed her words, "Then you watch him better at night, I will sleep in the next room, if If there is something, call me as soon as possible."

Jiang Heng nodded, Song Ling didn't stay any longer, opened the door and left.

And Song Xiang, who was hiding behind Song Cheng, poked his head out and blinked, his eyes turned around Jiang Heng and Song Ao a few times, and finally tugged on Song Cheng's sleeve, "Brother, let's go too, let Xiao Ao have a good rest."

Song Cheng pushed his glasses, "Then, thank you again. However, although my Song family has fallen to this point, I still hope that you can abide by the etiquette as a guest."

What he said was plain, but the meaning was very clear, it was warning Jiang Heng not to overstep the rules.

As the most thoughtful and sensitive person in the entire Song family, he always felt that the aura between these two people was a bit subtle.But where exactly is wrong, but it seems impossible to say.

"You don't need to thank me." Jiang Heng slightly curled the corners of his mouth. This was the first time he smiled since he entered Song's house, but it was actually more chilling than when he was expressionless.

There was a light of interest in his black eyes, and he looked straight at Song Cheng, "I am also for myself."

Song Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly behind the lens, and the danger radar all over his body began to run crazily, with alarms constantly flashing - this guy is definitely not a kind person!

The two confronted each other silently for a moment, but Song Cheng also slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Regardless of the scourge, perhaps, such a beast can stir up a bloody storm in the Song family, which is like a rotten swamp.

They have already traveled here, and if they can get rid of the disaster, they are willing to pay any price.

"Let's go." Taking the lead to look away, Song Cheng bowed his head and said softly to Song Xiang, as if he had never been at war with Jiang Heng just now.

And when the whole bedroom became quiet again, Song Ao recovered from his daze.

His older brothers and sisters had all left, and he and Jiang Heng were left in the huge bedroom.

Jiang Heng sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stretched one hand into the quilt, and grabbed Song Ao's wrist.

Song Ao was startled, blinked his eyes and looked at Jiang Heng, his throat rolled up and down very hard, and then he asked in a dry voice: "What...what's wrong."

This was the first time that he had some fear in the face of Jiang Heng.

He suddenly found that he couldn't see through the person in front of him, and couldn't see through his eyes that were as thick as black ink at the moment, what kind of emotions were hiding in them.

It seemed to be an abyss, and he wanted to take his soul into it!

How strange, when he just came here, when he had a bad relationship with Jiang Heng, when he knew that he was facing the person who would kill him in the future, he never had such a heartache. Fear.

However, at this moment, he wanted to escape a little, but his eyes seemed to be tightly bound by some kind of magic, and he couldn't move a little bit.

Fortunately, such a suffocating stare did not last long.

Jiang Heng let go of his hand, as if nothing had happened, stood up again, went to pour a glass of water and brought it over.

"Drink some water, you are tired today, go to bed earlier."

Song Aomu sat up awkwardly, took the cup, drank from the bottom of the cup, and handed the quilt back to Jiang Heng, only to realize that he was still wearing Jiang Heng's windbreaker.

He wanted to change his own clothes, but for some reason, he was a little afraid of Jiang Heng's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Heng put the quilt away, staring at Song Ao with straight eyes.

"I..." Even after drinking a whole glass of water, Song Ao still felt his voice was very dry and hoarse, and he looked at his chest in a bit of embarrassment.

"Oh." Jiang Heng followed his gaze, and then answered with an inexplicable elongated voice, "Well, it's really not good to wear a windbreaker. Come, take it off, and give it back to me."

"I..." Song Ao swallowed again with difficulty. He always felt that something was about to happen, which made his heart beat faster.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Heng asked back, but one knee was already kneeling on the edge of the bed. He leaned over, raised his hands naturally, and said as he approached Song Ao, "You are tired and want to rest, don't you?" ?"

"Yes...but..." Song Ao replied a little jerky, but Jiang Heng's hand had already reached his neckline.

In the stillness of the night, the excellent sound insulation of the room completely blocked the sound of splashing rain and the thunder that seemed to cut off the world, but Song Ao felt that the room was even more turbulent and hot.

And Jiang Heng is the source of the turbulent waves, the incarnation of the scorching flames, almost drowning and devouring him.

The sound of the zipper being unzipped slowly sounded in the quiet late night, and the fair skin on the chest-abdomen was illuminated by the warm-colored bedside lamp, showing a more seductive reddish color.

Jiang Heng lowered his eyes to get rid of the dark eyes, but with a light movement of his hand, he completely peeled off the pure black windbreaker.

But only for a moment, the warm and thick quilt covered his head again, giving Song Ao a tight sense of security again, and Song Ao's heart finally fell back to reality.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, poked his head out from under the quilt, and the heat that hadn't receded on his face surged up again.

Without him, Jiang Heng, who was standing by the bed, took off his close-fitting clothes, revealing his thin upper body.

The thin muscles outline extremely beautiful lines, and the two mermaid lines hook the waist and hips and slip into the edge of the trousers. It is definitely an excellent figure that can make people scream.

Seeing Song Ao's eyes looking over, Jiang Heng put the undressed clothes aside, slid his hand to the edge of his trousers, slightly bent his lips and smiled, "You don't mind, do you?"

Song Ao couldn't speak, he just shook his head quickly, and quickly retracted under the quilt.

Through a layer of quilt, there was another rustling sound of dragons taking off their clothes.

Although he didn't see anything now, Song Ao felt as if he could imagine Jiang Heng's every movement.

But before he could finish his mental preparation, the side of the bed suddenly sank.

Song Ao's breath was stagnant, and the heart he had just settled down raised again.

The author has something to say: I was in a good state today and wanted to spend a lot of time...but I was dragged to a project meeting, pawn.

A headlight, it should not be locked (scratching head)