Devil's Hickey

In the evening, until the anti-inflammatory solution that the doctor arranged for Jiang Yucheng was finished, Jiang's mother had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Yucheng looked at the darkening night outside the window, and looked at the cute teacher Xiao Su who was sitting beside him with his chin propped up. He felt itchy everywhere. It wasn't so itchy when he secretly thought about it before. How did he kiss him? Just thinking about it all the time, Jiang Yucheng secretly slandered that he was really worthless.

He cleared his throat: "cough, mom, it's getting late, how about I call you a taxi?"

Jiang's mother looked out the window and said, "It's getting late, so I'll go back first, Xiaochen, then I'll trouble you to take care of Cheng."

"Auntie, what are you talking about? This is what I should do." Su Zhichen got up and took Jiang's mother's arm, "I'll see you off."

Su Zhichen booked a car for Mother Jiang with her mobile phone, and watched the car go far before returning to the ward. As soon as she entered, Jiang Yucheng, who was waiting at the door, pushed her into a corner.

"Why so long?" Jiang Da police officer said like a year.

"How long? I just took a taxi for my aunt...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, he enthusiastically closed the little mouth that he had been thinking about all afternoon, pulled away Su Zhichen's obstructive belt, pulled out the T-shirt tucked into his trousers, and swam in.

The police officer Jiang Da, whose nature was released by Mr. Su, was so flirtatious. Su Zhichen trembled slightly, groaned, and lightly bit the corner of someone's lips.

Jiang Yucheng let go of him with a hiss, squeezed his waist in a tricky way, and said with a low smile, "Murder your own husband."

Teacher Xiao Su leaned her head on his shoulder and said shyly, "Stop making trouble, be good? I will definitely make it up to you when you recover. You need to recuperate well now. If you accidentally touch your arm again, At that time, if we have to take care of him for another ten days and a half months, it will be the two of us who will suffer."

"Just once." Jiang Yucheng locked the door with his backhand, his voice a little hoarse, "Be good, baby."

Seeing the dissatisfied Jiang Da police officer Gu Qianqiu, Master Su reluctantly pulled him back to the side of the bed, pushed him gently with both hands, pushed him onto the bed, and turned off the light.

"Jiang Yucheng, what should I do with you, hey, it's another night with sore hands."

That night, the contented police officer Jiang Da secretly put the ring on the ring finger of Mr. Su who was sleeping, and then remembered the words that the DR clerk said - "DR, dear, I only love one person in my life."

Outside the window, the night was desolate. In the old European-style castle, Luo Ling was lying on a big European-style bed with his brows tightly locked, with fine sweat on his forehead.

Mi Xiu sat aside with a serious expression, and said to Mu Sen who was standing by the bed: "Has he ever drank human wine before?"

"Drink it, I would occasionally go to the bar when I was in Europe." Mu Sen replied;

"Then why did this happen?" Mi Xiu frowned. He put his hand on Luo Ling's forehead, and his eyelashes slowly drooped. "It's ice."

Mu Sen sighed: "His power will become weaker and weaker as his life shortens, I believe you can feel it too."

Mi Xiu didn't answer, and stood up directly, "I'll find blood for him."

"No need!" Mu Sen stopped him, "I'll go, Your Highness, he only drinks the blood bags in the hospital now, not the blood of living people, even if you find him, he won't drink it."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Jun's face, and Mi Xiu sneered: "Stupid, blood-sucking people are born to suck blood, brother is really a woman's kindness."

Mu Sen was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at Mi Xiu: "Your Highness Mi Xiu, can I ask you a question?"

Mi Xiu: "Say!"

Mu Sen glanced at Luo Ling who was sleeping deeply on the bed, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "You didn't come back this time for the life stone, did you? You came back because you were worried about him."

He had seen Luo Ling and Mi Xiu when they were getting along, they were as good as a pair of conjoined twins.

He watched Luo Ling grow up little by little, but before he knew it, the relationship between the two brothers changed and became a little tense.

Mi Xiu's face changed slightly, as if something had been punctured, and he gave Mu Sen a hard look: "Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about, and don't forget your identity."

Mu Sen didn't have any expression on his face: "Do you know why you became like this?"

Mi Xiu looked at him coldly: "Why?"

"Because...you are becoming more and more like a madam." After speaking, Mu Sen turned and left.

Because... you are becoming more and more like a lady.

Mi Xiu's fingers gradually clenched into fists, he didn't know it.

He was originally an unknown pawn in the blood clan, but one day he was adopted by the blood clan leader and brought home. He will never forget that day, when his adoptive father looked at his almost ecstatic expression, and said: " Ah Sang, are you back?"

It was only later that he found out that the woman named Asang was Luo Ling's mother, the only wife recognized by the leader of the blood clan. She died a long time ago due to some unknown reason. It is said in the blood clan that she died before the leader of the blood clan. hand.

That woman is a human with beautiful eyes. She is a mixed race, just like Luo Ling, except for the oriental traits, she also has a pair of blue eyes, and Mi Xiu was attracted by Luo Ling because of her similarity to that woman. father brought home.

In his memory, the relationship between him and Luo Ling was not like this, they were very good when they were young, they ate and lived together.Even... taking a bath together, Luo Ling's eyes were bright at that time.

Until Luo Ling was 20 years old, a very fierce quarrel broke out between Luo Ling and his adoptive father, and even touched hands. From then on, Luo Ling's attitude towards him changed, and he began to speak sarcasticly and even disgust him.

Mi Xiu didn't know what happened. He began to sink, degenerate, and become abnormally evil. Since then, the only pure thing in his heart is secretly liking this person.

Mi Xiu looked at Luo Ling, who was so charming even when he was sleeping, his fingers lightly brushed his lips, and he lowered his head uncontrollably to kiss his lips, he gently pried open his teeth, and greedily accepted the kiss with.

Brother, why can't you look at me?I'm the one who loves you the most, look at me, okay?

I'm your younger brother Mixiu, do you think I really care about that shit's status?I just want to be someone who can match you.

Luo Ling moved uncomfortably, Mi Xiu let him go immediately, he didn't want, didn't want him to hate himself even more.

In a daze, Luo Ling slowly opened his eyes. He saw a beautiful face and eyes that were exactly like his mother's. He murmured softly, "Mom, are you back?"

He grabbed Mi Xiu's hand like a child: "Tell me, did you really sacrifice yourself voluntarily? Can love really make one person give his life for another?"

He began to speak in confusion, "Why, why would he be so sad, why would he be so sad when he thought the man was dead, why, would he be sad for me one day?"

Mi Xiu's hands were clenched suddenly, and his eyes darkened. He knew that Luo Ling was talking about Su Zhichen.

The slight pain in his hand made Luo Ling wake up in an instant, and the blurred image in front of his eyes gradually became clear. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, let go of Mi Xiu's hand, and his attitude was as cold as ice in an instant: "How could you Here? What are you doing here?"

Mi Xiu was stung by the coldness in Luo Ling's eyes for a moment, and he regained his evil look at the beginning: "What am I here for? Of course I came to see your jokes, and I will be very upset when I see you look weak. A sense of accomplishment."

"Get lost! I don't want to see you!" Luo Ling turned over and stopped looking at him.

"Okay, very good." Mi Xiu spread his hands, "However, I don't want to do what you want, I won't leave!"

Luo Ling wanted to do something, but found that he had no strength at all, he was really getting weaker and weaker.

Mi Xiu forced Luo Ling's face away, Luo Ling looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing!!"

Accompanied by the tingling pain, Mi Xiu bit his wrist with his teeth, and the snow-white flesh split instantly, and blood dripped into Luo Ling's mouth: "Drink! Only when you regain your strength can you beat me up, right?"

Luo Ling wanted to close his lips, but Mi Xiu pinched his chin fiercely.

When the bright red blood slid down his throat, Luo Ling felt much more comfortable.

If human blood is medicine, then the blood of the blood clansman is a rare medicine in the world, but few people will use it, because no blood clansman is willing to donate blood to others, and the blood in their bodies is pitifully small. Blood is precious.

"Why did you do this?" Luo Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, looked deeply at Mi Xiu, "Didn't you expect me to die soon?"

Mi Xiu casually picked up a Luo Ling's white shirt from the side of the bed and wrapped it around the wrist artery in his hand. His face was a bit scary pale, and a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Just treat me as sick." After speaking, she turned and left the room.

Luo Ling watched Mi Xiu's disappearing back, and slowly closed his eyes. Why does this person look so much like his mother? Why.

The author says:

Don't be serious when you read the text, I just wrote it blindly.

latest comment:

——I think Xiu is very Ling, but he deserves it——

Momo, I feel like I put a little bit of sugar in it;

Momo, the relationship between Luo Ling and Mi Zu is really messy;

One side is sweet and sweet, and the other side is miserable;

From the bedside, not outside the window. Am I suffering from dementia? Why do I write it as outside the window? It’s so weird.

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19. Secret

Three days later, Jiang Yucheng was discharged from the hospital smoothly.

Before he was discharged from the hospital, the old doctor explained that his wrist would take at least a week to recover, and he could take a bath at ordinary times, but he could not use force on his hands.

kind old doctor