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

After Fu Liang changed the dressing and re-bandaged him, more than an hour had passed before he knew it.

It was almost five o'clock in the morning, Song Jingyuan turned his head to look at Fu Liang tremblingly, his lips trembled twice but he didn't speak.

Seeing that his face was very pale, Fu Liang couldn't help asking softly, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Song Jingyuan murmured, "It just... hurts."

"Then... how can I help you?" Fu Liang licked his lips, feeling a little nervous.

Song Jingyuan seemed to curl his lips into a light smile: "Can you hug me?"

Fu Liang: "..."

Compared with what Song Jingyuan did to him, this request was very polite and even insignificant.

"Okay." Fu Liang agreed, he was naked now, and wanted to find some clothes to put on.

Song Jingyuan probably guessed his movements, and stopped him weakly: "Don't wear clothes, I'm cold, I want to feel the temperature of your skin."

Fu Liang: "..." Fuck, make an inch of it.

He got into the bed as carefully as possible, facing Song Jingyuan, passed through the gap between his neck and the pillow with his right hand, gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and pressed the palm of his left hand against his back comfortingly.

He really wanted to hold Song Jingyuan tightly in his arms, but Song Jingyuan curled up in pain, his closed eyes and brows were furrowed into a ball, and painful cold sweat flowed wantonly on his cheeks.

Fu Liang tried her best to get close to him, so that he could feel the skin temperature he wanted to feel.

Song Jingyuan's tone was weak: "Brother, I'm sorry... I thought you were bloodied by Shen Hao, because he went to the hospital for an examination that afternoon when the rumors spread... But judging by your jerky performance, your first time was still mine. Yes, hehe."

"Uh..." Fu Liang blushed. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed. He swallowed and explained, "Shen Hao went to the hospital for a routine physical examination, don't get me wrong."

Song Jingyuan closed his eyes, although he was very uncomfortable, he still pressed hard: "Brother, are you afraid that I will misunderstand you?"

Fu Liang didn't know how to answer, so he simply chose to remain silent.

Song Jingyuan didn't hear the answer, so he moved his lips and asked softly, "Brother, can we be together?"

Fu Liang thought of his grandpa, Song's father and Song's mother, and gritted his teeth cruelly: "Xiaojing, what happened to us this time, we will act as if it never happened after dawn... We grew up together, and I really just put you Be a good brother..."

A tear oozes from the corner of Fu Liang's eyes unconsciously. Grandpa is conservative. He didn't dare to tell grandpa when he was with Shen Hao, but Song Jingyuan and Shen Hao are even more different. Grandpa regards Song Jingyuan as his grandson, and Song's father and mother Song also Treating him like her own son, Song's father and Song's mother have been looking for a beautiful daughter-in-law for Song Jingyuan since he was in high school.

Therefore, he and Song Jingyuan cannot be together no matter from the perspective of grandpa, Song's father and Song's mother, or the "dog blood disease Jiaoxiu Luochang".

Fu Liang's only miscalculation is that he didn't expect to really fall in love with Song Jingyuan. He didn't expect their relationship to be two-way. Perhaps the two-way BE is more in line with the system's mission expectations.

It was rare for Song Jingyuan not to respond, probably because he couldn't hold on anymore, so he didn't hear his answer.

Holding a wounded and painful person in his arms, Fu Liang couldn't fall asleep peacefully. At about seven o'clock, he woke up again in a daze. This time he was woken up by Song Jingyuan's scorching temperature.

Fu Liang reached out and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains with the remote control. After the sky shone in, he could see clearly that Song Jingyuan's cheeks were burning red, and his whole body was like a blazing stove in winter.

He gently touched Song Jingyuan's forehead, it was scorching hot, obviously the wound was infected and had a fever.

"Xiao Jing, can you hear me?" Fu Liang asked in a soft voice, his heart pounding with tension.

Song Jingyuan was probably confused by burning, his delicate lips moved twice, but he didn't say a word.

Fu Liang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He couldn't delay any longer, so he hurriedly put on clothes for Song Jingyuan, casually found some clothes and trousers that he could go out with, and hurriedly went downstairs with Song Jingyuan in his arms: "Quick, Inform the driver and go to the hospital immediately."

Song Jingyuan really had a high fever caused by a wound infection. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor re-sterilized and bandaged the wound, and then he was forced to stay in the hospital for transfusion.

Fu Liang stayed silently by his bed until more than five o'clock in the afternoon. When Song's father and Song's mother arrived, he explained the ins and outs of the incident and left, naturally skipping their bedtime experience.

He went home immediately after leaving the hospital, pushed open the bedroom door, the obscene smell of last night was still floating in the air, he was glad that the servants at home would not casually enter his room to clean up, otherwise everything on the floor and bed would be exposed Intense last night.

Fu Liang licked his lips, walked in silently and began to clean up the mess, he couldn't help but think of the affair with Song Jingyuan last night, even though he was forced, but he really fell in love with Song Jingyuan, and now the room is full of those The traces left by others made it harder for him to forget the experience of last night.

After cleaning up the traces of Song Jingyuan in the bedroom, Fu Liang went into the bathroom to take a bath, wanting to clean up the traces left by Song Jingyuan on him...

But he couldn't clean it up no matter what, Song Jingyuan's hickey was too deep, and it was still on the most conspicuous neck.

When he was in the hospital, he saw Song's father and Song's mother looking at his neck strangely, but they probably thought it was a lip print left by a girl, so even though the eyes were ambiguous, they didn't think it was the masterpiece of their precious son.

Before going to bed, Fu Liang called Papa Song to inquire about Song Jingyuan's situation. After learning that his fever had subsided and improved, he felt a little relieved.

Song's father would not go abroad for a short time after returning to China, so he asked Fu Liang to go to his company for an internship. Fu Liang readily agreed that he did not go to the hospital to see Song Jingyuan again, because he was afraid of embarrassment, and Song's mother stayed by Song Jingyuan's side every day. Sensitive, he was also afraid that Song's mother would find out that there was something tricky between the two of them.

It was late at night, and the ward was very quiet. Song Jingyuan was repeatedly transferred by Song's father to a friend's private hospital because of high fever. After a week of hospitalization, his physical condition had almost recovered, and he could be discharged the next morning.

From the moment he opened his eyes in the ward to the present, Fu Liang, whom he was thinking of, has not appeared by his side. He is now living in a spacious high-end single ward, and his mother is working by the small round glass coffee table in front of the window. The smell of light perfume and detergent in the air is better than the smell of alcohol disinfectant.

He stared fixedly at the white ceiling, his thumb nails under the quilt fiercely pinched into the flesh of his index finger, and he remembered Fu Liang's answer that night - "I really just treat you as a younger brother".

Song Jingyuan knew that Fu Liang went to his father's company for an internship, so he applied to his father to also go to the company for an internship, and he couldn't wait to come to the company in the afternoon after he was discharged from the hospital the next day.

"Brother, long time no see."