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

Although Luo Wenhui was not convinced, she still left the bathroom.

There was something wrong with Shen Ci at this moment, his hands were tightly grasping Qi Song's suit, his eyes were half-closed, as if he was dreaming or waking up.

Qi Song took a deep breath, helped Shen Ci's body and quickly left the Luo mansion.

He was in a mess because... things were gradually getting out of his control.No, it can be said that it has deviated from the development track of his novel "Urban Mad Boy".

The evening Shen Ci he wrote was simply discussing business with the Luo family. Who would have thought that the wine was so strong, and Luo Wenhui was not so bold. What went wrong?

Straight into the back seat of the car, Lin Wei noticed Shen Ci's abnormality, and was about to ask, but Qi Song spoke first: "Go back to my place, hurry up."

Lin Wei couldn't ask any more questions, so he stepped up his horsepower and quickly headed towards the apartment.

Shen Ci was in a coma, leaning his head on his shoulder, yelling something unconsciously, the hot breath just filled behind his ear, itching, Qi Song pondered for a long time, did not push him away, but let him Lean on him like this.

A pair of thick eyelashes trembled uneasily, "Mom, don't leave me..."

Qi Song heard the small murmuring sound clearly, he planned to write Shen Ci's mother to death early in the morning, not for anything else, but to reduce the obstacles on the protagonist's road to success.

Who knows how traumatic a child whose father is not in pain and whose mother is not around is so traumatized.

"What is Second Master going to do with him?" Lin Wei asked tentatively.

"Today he almost spoiled my good deed, so naturally I can't let him go so easily, go to my apartment today, and hide a bit, the old guy, you cover for me." Qi Song gently stroked Shen Cifa Lin Wei didn't see the hot forehead.

"Do I need to guard your apartment tonight?" Lin Wei asked after thinking about it.

"No need, you still have a lot of things to do, you're just a brat, are you afraid that I won't be able to subdue the second master?" Qi Song asked back.

Lin Wei hurriedly said, "No, I'm just worried that you're tired."

"For so many years, have I ever been free? The old guy doesn't know where to get a seed again. It's really bad luck."

Qi Song intentionally expressed irritability and resentment, observing Lin Wei from the rearview mirror without any trace.

"The old man asked you to take him with him. Take it easy and scare him. Don't really cause any problems. It will be difficult to explain to the old man then."

"Do I still need you to teach?" Qi Song asked sharply, but Lin Wei didn't dare to answer.

After arriving at the apartment, Qi Song continued to enter the house with Shen Ci, and Lin Wei drove out of the apartment after taking a look.

The child was too thin, with little flesh, even if he carried him up the steps, he didn't feel tired.

As soon as he was put on the bed, his thin voice came from his ears, but he couldn't make out what it was.

Qi Song didn't care about the sensitivity of his ears, and helped him to lie down. Afterwards, he found that there were a few red marks on his thin collarbone that hadn't healed before. It was obviously inflamed, and he felt a sense of guilt inexplicably.

Why didn't he feel this way when he was writing? No matter how miserable the people around him abused the protagonist, he felt it was justified. Why is he becoming sentimental now? Even if he inherited Qi Song's body, how could Shen Ci It should also be disgusting.

He didn't struggle so much. After lying down, he covered him with a thin blanket and was about to go downstairs, but his wrists were grabbed by a pair of extremely thin palms.

Qi Song suddenly felt his wrist tighten, "Shen Ci, let go."

It didn't loosen, but became tighter and tighter, a strange feeling came to his heart, Qi Song turned around quickly, and touched those hazy and beautiful eyes that were sizing him up slightly.

"Are you sober?" Qi Song tentatively asked.

If he woke up, the two men would just stare like this, how embarrassing it would be.

Although Qi Song was Shen Ci's deadly enemy before, the current atmosphere is somewhat weird.

"Who are you, you are so beautiful." Shen Ci murmured while looking at Qi Song bewilderedly.

Qi Song sneered: "How can a big man say he is beautiful? You are really drunk." He is not in the right situation now, it would be fine if he just fell asleep like this, other things... Qi Song stopped and didn't let himself think about it .

Shen Ci was hazy, unconscious, and didn't know what he was doing at the moment. He stretched out his hand towards the collar of his shirt, and the sweat on his forehead and even his neck seemed to be poured by water.

Qi Song suddenly panicked, saying whatever, Luo Wenhui is really a disaster.