Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

Qi Song and Shen Ci took a taxi back home.

There was nothing to say all the way, and as soon as he came back, Qi Song sat on the sofa, lost in his own thoughts, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Seeing this, Shen Ci went to sit beside him, and said in a judo tone: "What's wrong, Second Uncle?"

Qi Song came back to his senses, "I'm thinking about what happened today."

"You mean... the relationship between those two people?"

Just as Shen Ci asked, Qi Song quickly vetoed with an unnatural expression: "No, no, what does their relationship have to do with me..."

It's too weird to say this.

Shen Ci remained silent and continued to look at him.

"I was thinking that Ren Mingwei was too flustered today, but Jiang Zheyuan was too calm. You said...the illegal drugs...would it have nothing to do with him?" Qi Song tried his best to keep his voice steady.

Hearing this, Shen Ci became serious, "Whether it's related or not, this matter is very bad. Second Uncle, it's better for you to break away from the cooperative relationship with Huasheng as soon as possible, otherwise...you will be implicated."

Seeing Shen Ci's serious expression, Qi Song didn't refute again, "Since I found out that there is a problem with their drug, I have no intention of cooperating with them. It's just... how to bring this matter up with them will make our company no longer Loss, get out of the way, I have to think about it." He took a breath, his face was a little tired, and he stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow.

The next moment, Qi Song felt a pair of big hands covering both sides of his forehead, fingertips gently pressing on his temples, rubbing them in a circular motion, inexplicably comfortable, making Qi Song's whole body and mind relax involuntarily.

Shen Ci was kneeling behind the sofa, right next to Qi Song's back. From this angle, he could clearly see his second uncle's bright and beautiful eyebrows, his thin and fair neck, and he couldn't help pursing his lips.

Qi Song relaxed physically and mentally, and put the hand that was pressing the center of his eyebrows beside him, and leaned his head relaxedly behind, which happened to be the position of Shen Ci's chest, but he didn't know how intimate the two of them were at this moment.

When Qi Song's head was leaning against him, his nerves were visibly stiff, and he just stared blankly at the face close at hand.

It's strange to say that Qi Song's body is a little sensitive, and he doesn't like to be touched at such a close distance.

But at this moment, it seemed that everything around him became very quiet, and his thoughts were also emptied. The massage of his temples one after another gradually relaxed his restless body and mind, just when he was about to fall asleep.

The upper body was just wrapped into the man's arms.

A pair of powerful arms gently hugged him, arms folded, encircling most of his body, and his chin was buried in the hollow of his neck.

No matter how dull Qi Song is, he can still feel this unusual intimate contact.

He opened his eyes, stared blankly at the 45-degree angle, the ceiling slanted above, and was silent for dozens of seconds before pursing his lips, "Shen Ci, are you... not feeling well?"

"No."

Qi Song: "Then...are you sleepy?"

Qi Song didn't break free, nor pushed away, the two of them still maintained this posture.

Obviously, when he saw those two people making such an intimate action together just now, he was still extremely repelled, and even got goosebumps, why didn't he feel that way about Shen Ci?

"nor."

"then you……"

"Second Uncle, I just want...to hug you, are you...very annoying?"

Shen Ci closed his eyes, the veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible, as if he was holding back something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse at the moment.

I can't say I hate him, I can't tell what it feels like, but at this moment, I don't have the heart to reject him.

He reached out and gently stroked Shen Ci's hair, but finally remained silent.

The night was getting dark, and the two people on the sofa didn't speak a word, but the atmosphere at this moment was more peaceful and harmonious than ever before, and it was unbearable to disturb them.