Sven scum routine again

"You little thing, what kind of species are you?" Bai Mohua grabbed his neck, a mass of white hair, chubby, cute big eyes, and a red lotus mark on his forehead.

"Senior, my name is Cha Jiu," Cha Jiu whispered, "What do you want from me?"

"Tell Jiang Li, Song Yuhan and Shen Chengcinan know that they are the same person." Bai Mohua was concise.

"Ah," Cha Jiu hugged her little paw and asked with a cute face, "but why is the hero's space and timeline wrong?"

"I changed it," Bai Mohua frowned slightly, because the male protagonist's timeline is a bit longer, so he can only forcibly pull the time and space where the two meet into the same dimension, wasting a lot of effort.

A god-level male protagonist fell in love with a cannon fodder, no matter how he played it, it would be a tragedy, and some people never tired of it.

"My task is to fulfill the hero's wish," Bai Mohua glanced at the person on the hospital bed, "His wish is only Jiang Li, so you want them to be together quickly, understand?"

"Understood," Cha Jiu nodded obediently, "Okay, you go back," Bai Mohua turned around and disappeared, poor Jiang Li is not yet eligible for rebirth, otherwise they can stay together for a longer time.

All I can say is that I love you deeply...

In the early morning, Jiang Li slowly opened his eyes, hiding the tears in his eyes. It turned out that when they met again, it was just a different thing. He had already forgotten him and fell in love with someone else.

"Jiang Li," Song Yuhan called softly, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Jiang Li held his hand and asked worriedly.

"No, let's leave the hospital, I don't want to stay here."

"No, your injury hasn't healed yet, be obedient," Jiang Li persuaded softly, "Then you should go home first." Song Yuhan smiled slightly, "Take care of people is very tiring."

"It's okay, I have nothing to do," Jiang Li said softly, "I still need an infusion today, I'll go buy you some breakfast first."

When he came back, Jiang Li saw the room full of people, most of them were the company's top management, as well as his immediate boss Li Hui.

One by one, they whispered to Song Yuhan, "Jiang Li," why are you here.

"He's me, friend." Song Yuhan explained softly, he didn't want to embarrass Jiang Li, for an identity that had been criticized from the beginning.

"Brother Han, let's have breakfast first," Jiang Li felt distressed when he saw the pierced hand.

"Let's go first. You'll be working hard next week. If you need anything, you can call me." Song Yuhan smiled gracefully. He had to wait until the injury on his forehead healed before going out, otherwise his image would be damaged.

"What did the president say?" They left gifts, glanced at Jiang Li, and said a few words of comfort before going out.

After the people left, the ward became quieter, leaving two people with an awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, "I'll feed you," Jiang Li slowly raised his hand.

"No, I'll eat by myself," Song Yuhan switched his left hand, he felt that Jiang Li had changed, and looked at him with a little more tenderness, not as cold as before.

"Okay," Jiang Li sat on the side, peeking at the phone, the feeling of being in love with a crush may be so sad, even if you don't like me, I want to take good care of you.

Speechless for a while, Jiang Li fiddled with the flowers sent by others and put them into a vase, "Would you like some fruit? Do you like strawberries?"

"Okay." Song Yuhan turned his head to look at Jiang Li, busy walking around, and directly cut a whole plate for him, "You can eat some too."

"Yeah," Song Yuhan nodded lightly. It felt so good to be taken care of. He turned his head and saw the medicines on the table. Jiang Li was meticulous and gentle, disintegrating his cold heart little by little.

Jiang Li took care of him back and forth until he was discharged from the hospital, "Is this scar ugly?" Song Yuhan held the mirror with a look of disgust, "Fortunately, he didn't hurt his eyes. Be careful when driving in the future."

"Let's go, go home and rest first, and go to the beauty salon another day," Song Yuhan hugged Jiang Li and drove home.

After a few days, Song Yuhan was finally able to lie on his own bed. After taking a shower, someone would blow his hair, "Does your head still hurt?" Jiang Li stroked his hair.

"It's okay." Song Yuhan raised his eyes. He knew that no one in this world would treat you well for no reason, but sometimes, there is often no return for giving. "I can satisfy you whatever you want,"

"Brother Han, you can give whatever you want," Jiang Li said softly, for a person who doesn't love you, everything he says is useless.

"This villa is free for you, and the car is also free for you, 50 a month," Song Yuhan said softly and mercilessly as he took his hand, "Besides, you can buy whatever you want, and I will give you a card with no limit."

"Okay," Jiang Li lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the loneliness in his eyes, he finally understood that sentence, "talking about money hurts feelings", he wanted to draw a clear line with him.

"The bed at home is still comfortable," Song Yuhan turned to go to bed, "Come here, baby."

Jiang Li turned off the lights and lay beside him. He was still the same Song Yuhan who did his own thing, but he was no longer Jiang Li. "Don't go to work at the company tomorrow, just play at home." Song Yuhan gently put his arms around his waist. They had seen Jiang Li , It is inevitable to talk nonsense.

"Then can I still deliver food to you?" Jiang Li asked softly, eyes that were unclear in the dark night were full of panic.

"OK,"

However, he didn't expect that the more difficult thing was that Song Yuhan didn't go home at night, even if he could see him every day, he didn't have the right to ask a question.

"Little Xueqiu, you are the only one to accompany me," Jiang Li hugged the kitten, the living room lights were on until late at night, he should be with someone else now, thinking about it makes him feel sad, "Song Yuhan, you bastard,"

Song Yuhan came back drunk and insisted on dragging him to drink because of the dinner he couldn't push at night. He never thought that the lights in the villa were still on. "Brother Han, you're back." Get on the bed.

He helped him take off his clothes intimately, but was pulled into his arms fiercely, and his cold lips covered him. Jiang Li closed his eyes slightly, and kissed him passionately, making the corners of his lips numb.

Song Yuhan's eyes were blurred. It was the first time that his dream was so real. It turned out that you were so obedient on the bed. The desire to be confused and infatuated was ignited, and he just wanted to completely possess the person under him.

The images that kept flashing in his mind perfectly overlapped with reality, his eyes, his movements, and his warm body temperature, like a prairie fire, burned his reason.

Jiang Li resisted the pain, he was just drunk, "Brother Han, slow down," his helpless hands could only grab his back.

"Be good, baby, don't leave me again, okay?" Song Yuhan lowered his head slightly, and kissed his lips, "I really miss you,"

Jiang Li's eyes were clouded with tears. It was the first time he felt being treated as someone else. He must have liked him very much. For him, he had found so many substitutes, and he was just one of them.

Sourness and jealousy filled his heart, killing people was nothing more than that, "Brother Han," Jiang Li hugged him tighter and tighter, aggrieved and stubborn, couldn't help biting his shoulder.

Song Yuhan hugged him until midnight, and when he woke up in the morning, he realized something was wrong, "Jiang Li," he slept with him last night, and his memory was clear and deep, as if he even made him cry.

"Brother Han," Jiang Li slowly opened his eyes, he was just too tired to move, "Don't worry, I won't pester you, man, take what you need, you give me so much money, I can do nothing Give it back to you," he just didn't want him to feel embarrassed and regret it after he finished speaking.

"Jiang Li," Song Yuhan got up to get dressed, "I was the one who got drunk last night, there will be no next time."

"You can do whatever you want," Jiang Li chuckled, "If you love him very much, why don't you go to him." He still couldn't help it, wanted to get close to him, and was still tempted.

"It's none of your business." Song Yuhan's cold eyes hurt his heart again, "You don't deserve to mention him to me. After all, you are just like him."

He will be disgusted and disgusted by all those who try to raise feelings with him, but Jiang Li, he has to admit, his methods are clever, appropriate gentleness, grievances that pretend to be forbearing, and calmness in his advances and retreats.

"I see," Jiang Li turned his back to him, tears of disappointment slowly fell, the love hidden deep in his memory was completely forgotten, and he no longer had the right to own him.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Jiang Li struggled to get up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, his forehead was still a little hot, went out alone to buy anti-fever medicine, and lay on the bed in a daze to sleep, he was used to living alone, how difficult it was He has already survived.

But who made him meet Shen Chengci, he was so full of love that he couldn't take it back...

Song Yuhan looked at the document, his mind was full of Jiang Li's back, and he was upset. When it was noon, he didn't come. He didn't come, he must be angry.

Well, he doesn't want to be responsible to anyone, especially Jiang Li.

It seems to be the cold war period of couples. It has been a week, Jiang Li looked at his phone, Song Yuhan didn't call him once, and he didn't come back.

Bai Mohua suddenly appeared, sitting on the sofa by herself, "Jiang Li," with a look of hatred in his eyes.

"You are," Jiang Li looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him. Luckily, his psychological quality was good enough so that he would not be surprised. The dragon horns on his head were particularly eye-catching and glowing, "Dragon?"

"I'm the male protagonist's system," Bai Mohua raised her eyebrows slightly, "Explain, because of your appearance, the plot completely collapsed, so you have to be responsible for it. I made an agreement with him, and he doesn't know my existence at the moment. , and I can't influence his thoughts."

"How to be responsible," Jiang Li said pretending to be calm, "If he doesn't come to see you, you can go after him," Bai Mohua looked at the man with a gloomy expression.

"But, he hates me," Jiang Li lowered his eyes. He made it very clear last time, "Then can you tell me who he likes?"

"Sorry, there is no such person," Bai Mohua was speechless for a while, he has now separated from the hero's spiritual consciousness, even if he is in his consciousness, he will be automatically blocked, rules are rules, the price of forcible changes.

"It's really boring," Bai Mohua pulled Jiang Li, Song Yuhan is so arrogant, and he doesn't want to admit it when he's asleep, it's really amazing, "You buy me a drink, I can help you,"