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

The few people next to him were so frightened by his menacing aura that they didn't dare to say a word, and stood watching this scene from a distance.

Qi Song didn't let go, but lightened his grip a little, but the man still couldn't break free.

"Say! What do you want to do?" Qi Song asked coldly.

The man didn't dare to look at him, "You... who are you? Why do you care so much?"

"I'm his uncle, do you think I should take care of it?"

Having said that, the man's momentum weakened even further, "I... I didn't do anything, just... I touched his hand, nothing else."

As soon as the voice fell, a "click" was heard, followed by a scream, and the man's wrist was broken.

Only then did Qi Song let go of his hand, only to see that his wrist and palm were uncontrollable as if they were disconnected. He folded his hands in pain and looked at Qi Song with an extremely panicked expression.

"He's not something you can touch! Don't get out!" Qi Song's eyes were filled with coldness, and as soon as he finished speaking, the man immediately ran away with his arms folded, and he didn't dare to stay for a second longer.

At this moment, Shen Ci was leaning on the chair, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

Qi Song sighed, went to help him up, and walked out the door.

The body of the drunk person was much heavier than normal people, Qi Song struggled to lift him up, he almost dragged and helped him to the car, he was very tired.

At this moment, I didn't think about anything else, but I was relieved, fortunately he found him, otherwise those monsters might have eaten him without even bones left.

The car was full of alcohol, Qi Song speeded up as much as possible, and drove the car to his apartment.

Then he helped him up the elevator.

Shen Ci leaned on his shoulder, his scorching breath swept towards his neck, and his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably.

Qi Song quickened his pace as much as possible, opened the door, and helped him onto the bed.

This person was already drunk and unconscious, and he hoped that he would feel better when he woke up from sleep.

After dragging the shoes for him and straightening his body, Qi Song let out a breath of relief, and was about to turn around and leave, but his waist was tightly wrapped by a pair of arms.

It must be a dream...

Qi Song's body was petrified on the spot, and he didn't say a word to disturb him, but paused for several seconds before he was about to take his hand away.

As soon as he touched his hand, he heard a slight sob.

"Sorry……"

Having never seen him like this before, Qi Song involuntarily turned his gaze to the person behind him.

His cheeks were flushed, and there were many teardrops on his eyelashes. He looked very... pitiful.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you for so many years..."

After muttering these words, Qi Song's heart twisted.

To be honest, if he didn't have such a setting from the beginning, he wouldn't be so sad.

For Shen Ci, his mother was the best person in his life. In order to let him leave, but still misunderstood her so much, that side became the last side.

And... After so many years of death, I only found out the truth. How could this blow not be too big.

He must be extremely remorse and self-blame in his heart, he has almost never seen him cry, and even if he did cry, he was taking advantage of drunkenness, usually he didn't know how forbearing he was.

Qi Song's heart was also depressed and uncomfortable, as if he had completely thought about the problem from his point of view.

He stretched out his palm and patted Shen Ci's back lightly, and comforted him in a very gentle voice: "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself, things... just happened like this, you are right, you don't need to apologize. "

The comforting words were also ambiguous, but they just patted him on the back, hoping to help his emotions.