My Bai Yueguang and I became rivals in love

Jiang's father is a very face-saving person. Seeing that Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, he endured the fire and put down his crutches.

But letting go doesn't mean he's not angry anymore. With a dark face, he said politely and obviously displeased: "Mr. Xu, I'm disciplining my son. I hope you don't meddle in our family affairs."

Xu Wushi glanced at Jiang Che with red eye circles, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Of course, I have no intention of interfering."

"It's just that young master Jiang has become too popular recently. There are people coming and going here. If someone is interested in taking a picture, it will probably not stop when it is posted on the Internet."

Jiang's father has been annoyed to death by calls from reporters and condolences from old friends these days, so he immediately yelled at Jiang Che angrily: "Go home, don't embarrass yourself here!"

"I don't," Jiang Che said with a stiff neck, "If you have the ability, you can beat me to death on the spot."

"Little bastard, you've turned your back on you..."

The anger that Jiang's father had not gone down was aroused again, no one could persuade him, so he directly hit Jiang Che with a cane.

Xu Wushi put one hand on the armrest of Jiang Che's wheelchair, hit his back with a hard stick, frowned slightly, turned his back to Father Jiang, covered Jiang Che's mouth with his hands, and bared him in a low voice: " Shut up and stop talking."

Jiang Che pursed his lips and turned his face away unconvinced.

Seeing that he hit the wrong person, Jiang's father couldn't face it, and his anger burned again, and finally he gave Jiang Che a hard look, as if giving up, "If you don't go home, don't go back, I will pretend that I never gave birth to you. "

Seeing this, Jiang Yu quickly supported Jiang's father's arm, and said to Xu Wushi in a low voice before leaving: "Please take care of my brother first, thank you."

Jiang Che's eyes were red, and tears rolled in his eye sockets several times, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand as soon as they fell out.

"If you don't go back, you won't go back... who cares."

"I still don't want to be your son, eight legs are not enough to fight..."

The nurse was dismissed by Xu Wushi long before Jiang's father did anything. He lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Che who was crying like a kitten. Xu Wushi helplessly pushed her back to the ward with the wheelchair.

The ward is a high-class single room, and once the door is locked, the sound from outside can no longer be heard.

The tears in Jiang Che's pupils had almost evaporated, leaving only a little redness in the corners of his eyes. After sniffing, he returned to the begging mode of never giving up.

"I want to drink water, you go and pour it for me."

Xu Wushi didn't move, lowered his eyes, gently rubbed Jiang Che's chin with his fingertips, and asked him in a low voice: "What's the matter of responding to Bai Yiyue's love from the air?"

Jiang Che's back felt chills, and he always felt that if he didn't answer well, in the next second Xu Wushi would turn love into hate and directly wring his head off.

But just screw it, anyway, it's better to be screwed than to be beaten to death.

"That's what you saw, Xiaobai and I... ah!"

Before Jiang Che could finish speaking, his chest was pinched hard through his clothes. Immediately, his small face flushed and he changed his words in pain: "...I gave a thumbs up, I didn't recognize love."

Xu Wushi slapped a date, leaned over and kissed his mouth tenderly.

"anything else?"

"I just want my dad to beat me hard, so don't care whether I like men or women in the future."

Xu Wushi had already felt that he was on purpose, so he hugged him on his lap with a sullen face, and pinched Jiang Che's uninjured right cheek as punishment, "Are you short-hearted?"

"Is this kind of thing a good thing?"

Jiang Che was honestly twisted, and rubbed his face against his palm, and said pitifully: "No, you can twist my other side too, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I can't accept my asymmetry."

This is a disguised accusation that he hit hard and screwed him up.

Xu Wushi lowered his head and bit Jiang Che's neck bitterly, stretched his hand in and gently rubbed it for him, and said with half anger, "Jiang Che, why are you so annoying?"

This was Xu Wushi's first reprimand with a little temper. Jiang Che's heart trembled when he heard it, and he lowered his head and said unhappily: "If you are annoying, just ignore me. I will go to my dad. Think I'm annoying."

Xu Wushi twitched his lips expressionlessly, "He gave you to me just now, don't even think about it."

"No way!" Jiang Che was angry, "You talk nonsense!!"

"Why not? He threw you away, and I picked it up when I turned back. Didn't you give it away for something? Didn't you say that you were never born?"

These words pierced Jiang Che's sensitive and fragile glass heart. He really never thought that Jiang's father would abandon him just because he likes men.

The father-son relationship of more than 20 years is not as important as the reputation and face of the big fart.

Jiang Che pursed his lips, and his eyes were red again, "Why did you pick me up? I'm crippled, and I don't have a wallet to support you. It's useless. You should kick me away."

Xu Wushi swallowed all the coaxing words restrainedly, and looked at Jiang Che coldly, "Do you want to say this to me, or to Bai Yiyue?"

Jiang Che didn't answer, but lowered his head and wiped his tears with his fingers.

Xu Wushi watched, his heart softened within a few minutes, and he lowered his head to kiss Jiang Che's mouth.

Jiang Che sobbed and raised his head to kiss him, and opened his mouth to let him explore.

The arms were quite consciously hugging his waist, looking extremely obedient.

Xu Wushi had nothing to do with this kind of brat. After the kiss, he put his arms around Jiang Che's thin shoulders and wrapped him in his arms, and said softly against the corner of his lips: "You can be my pet, lame or not. I take care of you."

Jiang Che was a little worried, "Will Che Che be unhappy that I compete with it for work?"

Xu Wushi was really laughed out of anger, sighed around Jiang Che, and asked him: "What exactly do you want to do? You have a set of tricks and tricks. If you don't hold me, it's not over yet, right?"

Jiang Che pursed his lips, staring at Xu Wushi's cold and smiling eyes, afraid of missing every trace of his emotional changes, whispered: "I want you to do me a favor."

"Help me to seduce Bai Yiyue, and ask him why he hates me so much."

The corners of Xu Wushi's raised lips gradually drooped down, and the smile in his eyes was almost invisible.

Sensing that the other party was not in the right mood, Jiang Che shrank his neck in fear, regretting that his mind had suddenly turned so fast.

Xu Wushi held Jiang Che's thin shoulders with cool long fingers. After a brief silence, he asked, "Did I seduce you, and you will be my pet from now on?"

Jiang Che hesitated a bit, but finally nodded affirmatively, "En."

"That's fine," Xu Wushi carried him back into the wheelchair, "I will sign a contract of sale later, and I will arrange it for you in two days."

"……Oh."

Two days later, the injuries on Jiang Che's face were all healed, Xu Wushi applied to the hospital for an out-of-hospital examination, and then took him out.

Jiang Che's left leg has just had a plaster cast removed, and he can't walk very flexibly, so he still has to use a wheelchair for the time being.

In the past few days, he has learned how to make good use of his little wheelchair. When he got off the ground, he pushed it and stopped in front of a stylish hair salon. Then he pointed to a poster on the window and turned his head and said to Xu Wushi: " Master, I want to cut this hair."

The corners of Xu Wushi's lips under the mask twitched, restrained and whispered to him: "...don't call me that outside."

After signing the deed of sale, Jiang Che became more and more shameless. He couldn't make a fuss because of the injury on his leg, but he recruited people with energy.

He was not afraid of being scolded, and said "Oh" and said, "Xu Wushi, I want to cut this hair."

Xu Wushi followed the direction he was pointing at and glanced at the skinhead hairstyle of Michael, the hero of the American drama "Prison Break" on the poster, and rejected it without hesitation, "This is not suitable for you."

Jiang Che pursed his lips, then pointed at one, "What about this one?"

Xu Wushi looked at the allback look of the European and American actor on the poster, then looked down at Jiang Che's beautiful and clear face, and then pushed him in, "All right, this is it."

Jiang Che had wanted to get rid of the knot on the top of his head for a long time, and after getting permission, his eyes were bent, and he was as happy as a fat man of two hundred catties.

This hair salon is a private club for celebrities in the city to do styling. Members are required to enter, and there is one room per person, so it is extremely private, so there is no need to worry about being photographed.

Xu Wushi called his usual hair stylist Max, sat down on the sofa with a magazine, and told him, "Give him an ALL BACK cut, as ugly as it is."

Max took a look at Jiang Che who was rubbing his hands with hand sanitizer and didn't hear their conversation at all, and said with a smile: "Brother Xu, this is a bit difficult. Young Master Jiang is right there, so he can't be ugly."

Because there were outsiders around, Jiang Che was embarrassed to ask Xu Wushi to hug him.

After washing his hands, he supported the wheelchair by himself, slowly moved to the seat, and then said to Max: "Master, cut my man, and you can tell that I am a man at a glance."

Max took a look at his delicate and pretty face, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll try my best."

Just after finishing speaking, Max laughed again and said, "By the way, Young Master Jiang, congratulations."

Before Jiang Che could understand where the joy came from, he heard Max sighing: "You and Xiaobai are so brave. Now everyone is blessing you, and it's the end of all hardships."

Jiang Che wanted to thank everyone for their blessings quickly, but before he opened his mouth, he saw Xu Wushi's death stare in the mirror, so he said with a dry smile, "Cut your hair, you are a bit talkative."

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Max smiled, and immediately picked up the scissors and started cutting.

An hour later, Jiang Che went to the most expensive hotel in City B with Xu Wushi, wearing the freshly baked men's hairstyle with big back.

The top floor of the hotel is the highest-class presidential suite. Jiang Che was pushed by Xu Wushi to take the elevator up. When he saw the door, he saw Zhou Yan sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing Jiang Che's inconvenient appearance, Zhou Yan was dumbfounded, and asked, "Young Master Jiang, your father is so ruthless, can you leave in the future?"

Jiang Che was so angry that his face turned red, and he couldn't get angry at Zhou Yan, so he turned his head and stared at Xu Wushi, and said fiercely: "Who told him that I was beaten by my father!"

The forehead hair was combed up to reveal clear and deep eyebrows, both sides were shaved very short and a cool "∠" was hooked on each side, and the brows were wrinkled with anger, and the corners of the eyes were red, like a wild beast that was about to rush up and bite people.

Xu Wushi suddenly got the aggressiveness on Jiang Che's bone.

After thinking about something inappropriate for children for half a minute, he pinched Jiang Che's small face and explained: "I didn't say it, it was your father who made the statement himself."