Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the corridors of the hospital were still lit with bright white lights, and there was no sleep from morning till night.

The night outside was dark and the shadows of the trees were dancing. The entrance of the hospital was quite deserted. There was some loneliness, sadness and sleepiness in the air. The cool night wind blew past, and the tightly-closed eyebrows and eyes would stretch a little unconsciously.

Fu Liang sent Shen Hao to the car first, and after telling the driver to be careful, he turned around and returned to his luxury car. Song Jingyuan had already sat down in the back seat, staring straight at Fu Liang's face through the windshield. Keep staring at him back to him.

He also hates Fu Liang, who treats others better than him.

In his heart, Fu Liang can only belong to him alone, and will only belong to him forever.

When Fu Liang got into the car, he put away his sullen expression for a second, and instead smiled innocently and caringly: "Brother, does your injury still hurt?"

As if stimulated by his smile, Fu Liang took a quick glance and then withdrew his eyes. His tone was dry: "It's okay, how about you? Does it hurt?"

Song Jingyuan frowned aggrievedly: "It hurts, it hurts too much, it hurts so much."

Fu Liang had no choice but to look at him, feeling that this person was not polite at all, and did not play cards according to routine.

The bald driver asked for advice angrily: "Master, why don't we call the police, those bastards are really worthless."

Before Fu Liang could answer, Song Jingyuan replied with righteous indignation: "I think it's okay, those people are so lawless, they almost killed my brother, we must bring them to justice."

Seeing that he played cards so unconventionally and even shot himself in the foot, Fu Liang couldn't help suspecting that Shen Hao's guess might be wrong.

But he changed his mind and thought that there were no cameras at or near the incident site, nor were there any witnesses...

If it was really Song Jingyuan's plan, then his level of thoughtfulness was terrifying, and Fu Liang couldn't help but gasped: "Forget it, it's too remote there, and it's useless to call the police, and we have to cooperate with the police to record a statement, which is pretty cool." trouble."

"But..." The driver wanted to say something more, but he swallowed silently after speaking, turning into a sigh.

His young master is beautiful and kind.

After returning to the villa, Fu Liang took a shower and was about to rest when Song Jingyuan knocked on his door.

It was already past morning, and the night was like a thick fog that could not be melted away.

Fu Liang had no choice but to face his facial features, so he opened the door with a smile as much as possible. After all, his "savior" was outside the door. If Song Jingyuan hadn't blocked the knife for him, he would have died.

Fu Liang: "What's the matter?"

Song Jingyuan was wearing a shirt pajamas, which he deliberately did not button up, and the gauze bandage around his waist was particularly eye-catching.

Fu Liang's heart was stung. Although he knew that it didn't matter whether he lived or died in this world, Song Jingyuan didn't know. It was a fact that Song Jingyuan blocked the knife for him. Where did Song Jingyuan suffer from such injuries since he was a child? ?

Song Jingyuan: "brother, can I sleep with you? I'm afraid."

Fu Liang stumbled on the tip of his tongue: "Afraid, afraid of what?"

Song Jingyuan hooked his lips, and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid of pain, afraid that you will disappear when you wake up, afraid that you will be hurt in your dreams."

Fu Liang was silent for a while, wondering if the "love brain" is so magical, and the things he thinks are very strange.

"come in."

He finally turned sideways to let Song Jingyuan approach. Song Jingyuan's injury really made him feel distressed, and made him even more guilty.