Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang closed his eyes tightly, listening to everything that happened in the room, he could only freeze his body, and a hundred kinds of feelings came to his heart.

——Did Song Li premeditate it?

——I was the one who fulfilled Song Li step by step by myself

——Then I treated him like that before...

Wen Rang thought of the painting that was torn by his own hands, of He Shishen forcing him to ask if he had anything to do with Song Li, of designing the artwork for Song Li...all kinds of things suddenly told him: He Shishen was right. .

But I am still pampering Song Li every time he gets close to me step by step, eating, drinking, partying and smoking... I even got into Song Li's car in front of him at the hospital that day, if, if I really wanted to avoid talking with him... With Song Li's distance, it wouldn't be the case today.

What would He Shishen think when he saw himself like this? He would hate me, Wen Rang bit his lip, and when he opened his eyes, bigger tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Boss! Don't hit me! People will die!" Lei Yuan restrained He Shishen, and He Shishen was still so angry that he wanted to trample on the people on the ground.

Song Li's glasses had been blown off, bright red nosebleeds gushed from his nostrils, his cheekbones were torn, and he was dying.

"Drag him out! Everyone get out!!"

He Shishen broke free from Lei Yuan's control, stepped over Song Li, and the first thing he did when rushing to the bed was to cover Wen Rang with a quilt.

Song Li was dragged out of the room by two men as if they were dragging a dead body, and everyone left immediately, and even closed the broken door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry..." He Shishen took Wen Rang into his arms, and hugged him, sobbing.

For a while, I didn't know who was the one who suffered the most.

The smell made the unconscious body unable to feel the feeling of being hugged, only the hot and humid eye sockets were pressed against He Shishen's neck.

"I'm sorry for making you wronged, Wen Rang, woo woo woo..." He Shishen hugged him tightly, crying like a child. The undisguised and embellished crying made Wen Rang's heart ache. it hurts.

"Sorry……"

He Shishen was almost incoherent, tears fell into Wen Rang's hair, "Go home, we'll go home right away..."

He picked up the clothes that had been thrown aside, and put them on for Wen Rang with trembling hands, completely unaware that Wen Rang was unconscious at this time, and Wen Rang let the other party put on his clothes for him like a pool of stagnant water.

He Shishen hugged the opponent horizontally, and Wen Rang's face was pressed against the opponent's chest. He Shishen tried his best not to expose Wen Rang's face directly.

He Shishen walked out of the room with the man in his arms, but He Shishen didn't even look at Song Li who was curled up in a corner like a bereaved dog, "Drag him back to me."

"Yes."

A group of hotel security guards had already gathered in the downstairs lobby of the hotel. The manager even called the police, who had been waiting for He Shishen and his group for a long time.

"Get out of the way!" Lei Yuan stood in front, and a group of people followed to suppress the crowd in front of them.

"You have already been involved in illegal crimes, please be sure..."

The police and hotel personnel went to stop them together, and even put up a cordon at the hotel gate.

He Shishen frowned, it seemed that only a dozen people were too few.

Wen Rang in his arms closed his eyes, and the noise around him made him feel even more numb.

"It's okay, we'll go home soon." He Shishen said softly to Wen Rang, holding Wen Rang in his arms and standing in the crowd surrounded by several people, moving with difficulty.

A policeman who seemed to be the leader confronted He Shishen, "Sir, please put down the murder weapon in your hands, and come with us."

"Get out of the way." He Shishen was impatient.

The lead policeman took a step back, and the auxiliary policemen on both sides stepped forward.

"Didn't you hear me say get out of the way!" He Shishen scolded, and hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.

"Officer, look..." The hotel manager beside him responded in a low voice.

Lei Yuan walked up to the policeman, "Comrade please make way for us first, we will be responsible to the end."

"you……"

Before the policeman finished speaking, another group of people walked in outside the hotel gate.

"He Dong!" Lei Yuan was delighted.

………………

Afterwards, He Jiutang stopped the situation at the hotel, and He Shishen returned to Fuda Garden without hindrance.

After arriving home, He Shishen immediately carried him back to the bedroom.

Lei Yuan followed in, and He Shishen immediately got angry: "What else is there!"

"Boss, Song Li...what to do?" Lei Yuan was worried.

"Throw it to the gate of their company for me."

"Yes."

After Lei Yuan went out, He Shishen leaned over and half knelt beside the bed, Wen Rang still closed his eyes tightly, the corners of which were still moist.

"I'm home, I'm home, I'm fine." He Shishen held the other party's hand tightly.

Wen Rang slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar environment, but he didn't look at He Shishen beside him.

The numb body and speechless mouth made me feel like a vegetable at this moment.

He Shishen babbled a lot, but Wen Rang didn't move at all, just closed his eyes, until He Shishen was so dumbfounded from crying that he gradually realized Wen Rang's abnormality.

"Wen Rang, what's wrong with you?" He Shishen squeezed the opponent's hand, "What's wrong with you? Are you unable to move? Huh?"

Only then did Wen Rang open his eyes, looking at He Shishen in grief and helplessness.

"!" He Shishen really realized what was going on, and immediately rushed out of the room, shouting downstairs in the corridor, "Lei Yuan!"

Lei Yuan, who heard the shout, appeared immediately, raised his head and answered the other party: "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Call the doctor! The sooner the better!"

However, when the doctor came, the anesthesia on Wen Rang's body had subsided a lot, and Wen Rang moved, but no one noticed.

After the doctor saw Wen Rang's symptoms, He Shishen immediately asked, "What's going on here!"

"You don't have to worry too much. This gentleman just injected an anesthetic and temporarily lost consciousness. He usually recovers in an hour or so." After speaking, the doctor began to organize the tools.

"Anesthetic?"

He Shishen asked a few more questions, and only after getting the doctor's assurance that there was no danger, did he let the doctor leave.

Wen Rang had heard these words clearly, and couldn't help feeling annoyed that Song Li would use this kind of thing to control himself, and the mixed feelings in his heart turned into shame and unacceptable.

"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine soon." He Shishen hugged Wen Rang in his arms, rubbing Wen Rang's head lightly, "It's okay, stop crying."

Having said that, the corners of Wen Rang's eyes were already dry, and it was He Shishen himself who was choking up.

Wen Rang raised his hand, and his consciousness had almost recovered. He pushed He Shishen's chest, and the other party immediately noticed this movement.

"Are you alright?" He Shishen pinched the other's hand, "Huh?"

Wen Rang nodded and pulled out a straight wry smile.

"That's good, that's good." He Shishen kissed Wen Rang's forehead.

This kiss made Wen Rang tense immediately. Song Li kissed his forehead like this tonight. He widened his eyes and raised his hand to He Shishen's face.

"What's wrong? Huh?" He Shishen was very anxious.

Wen Rang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and with his fingertips, he drew two words on the other's palm: take a bath.

"Taking a bath?" He Shishen read out, "Okay, take a bath, take a bath."

When He Shishen carried Wen Rang to the bathroom, he also understood what taking a shower meant to Wen Rang.

At the same time, he was also guilty, he was not sure if Jiang Lele had done anything to him, just like Wen Rang, he couldn't wait to clean everything up.

Those who are false and blinded, the corruption that covers them.

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I drank too much last night, so I just remembered to post it in the afternoon]