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

The next day, Qi Song was awakened in Shen Ci's arms by the sound of a siren.

I felt that I slept for a very long time, and it was very heavy. It seemed that I had never slept so peacefully.

He raised his head, just in time to meet those warm and easy-going eyes, and just stared at him in a daze.

"You... What are you looking at?" He quickly sat up straight, like a primary school student, he had never been so upright before, and he felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Within a few hours, Qi Song's lips were faintly red, like a ripe cherry, but he didn't know it.

"Second Uncle, do you know that you... are really good-looking." Shen Ci stretched out his palm to caress his cheek, his voice was low, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qi Song's cheeks blushed inexplicably, and he said in a forceful tone: "Are you insulting me? What's the use of being so good-looking for a big man? I'd rather grow two more muscles than put on airs."

Then he stood up, pursed his lips and continued: "At first I still had a few yuan, and my figure was barely adequate. After lying down for a few years, it was completely gone, and I couldn't get it back even after practicing..." It was outrageous.

Before he finished speaking, his body was pulled into his arms, and those arms were like irons, tightly clamping him.

Qi Song's hands were stiff at his sides, his chin was still resting on his shoulder, "You..."

"Second Uncle, you have suffered all these years, if you hadn't saved me four years ago, maybe you wouldn't have suffered so much."

Shen Ci's voice was filled with deep guilt and self-blame, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor.

Qi Song's heart also tightened for a while. They didn't seem to sit together and talk about this matter so calmly. Now he just said that. For so many years, he should have been living in guilt and self-blame.

At that time, I only did such a thing for the momentary plot, thinking that I was only completing the task of going offline temporarily, but I didn't expect that it would have such a great impact on Shen Ci. The more he blamed himself, the more he felt in his heart. The more uncomfortable.

The hand that was stiff beside him slowly raised, and touched Shen Ci's hair. He didn't know what to say, but he just said in a calm tone, "What are you talking about, call me anyway. Second Uncle, how could I refuse to save you, if I didn't save you, I wouldn't live with such peace of mind."

"Second Uncle, no matter how you... feel about me, please let me... stay by your side." After a while, the person in his arms continued.

Qi Song's palm froze slightly, he didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

The atmosphere was quiet, and there was a siren sound downstairs.Immediately afterwards, the door of the house next door was opened, and the sound of old-fashioned wood rubbing came, followed by a burst of conversation.

"You said that this family has moved away long ago. The hostess of this family has been dead for several years."

Then, Qi Song felt the body of the person in his arms froze suddenly.

He felt something was wrong.

The conversation continued, "I know this, so can I put this letter with you first? The child is back... Please hand it to him."

"This... the child was taken to a rich family, will he return to our poor village? His mother is also a poor person..."

Shen Ci slowly let go of his hand, with a particularly complicated expression on his face.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Qi Song's heart. The content of the conversation just now was clearly...

Shen Ci didn't pause for long, and quickly ran downstairs. Seeing this, Qi Song also followed behind him non-stop.

He opened the door abruptly, just in time to meet the eyes of the family next to him.

I saw a few people standing at the door next door, the owner of the house, and a middle-aged man in a black windbreaker, standing next to a little boy about ten years old.

"Is it... Brother Shen Ci?"