Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

I closed the window before going to bed at night, and accidentally touched a few drops of moisture, and soon there was the sound of pattering rain in my ears.

Wen Ran glanced at the bottomless sky, through the thick rain curtain, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to be taken away.

"Is there any wine?" Wen Sheng broke the weird confrontation.

Wen Ran regained consciousness, but did not turn around: "It's in the refrigerator, take it yourself."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether he could find it after hearing the sound, he turned his head and dug into the quilt, even his hair was completely buried.

Wen Sheng looked at it strangely for a moment, and noticed Wen Ran's abnormality tonight.

He took a can of beer and poured himself a glass. After drinking it with a frown, he felt that his throat was more comfortable. Before returning to the room, he glanced at the sofa again, and the person under the quilt still maintained the previous posture.

Hearing the sound, without thinking too much, he turned off the light and entered the room.His eyesight was very good, and he seemed to see the person under the quilt shaking suddenly before turning around.

Near midnight, the torrential rain intensified.

Even through the thick walls, the sound of thunder and rain went straight into my head.

Wen Sheng did not sleep, not because of the noise, but because of the movement from outside the room.

As early as half an hour ago, there was a faint light squeezed in through the crack of the door, followed by the sound of pacing.Obviously, Wen Ran didn't sleep either.

After a long time, the thunder still did not disappear, and the footsteps outside the door did not seem to dissipate either.Hearing the sound, I suddenly remembered that my younger brother seemed a little afraid of lightning when he was a child?After hesitating for a moment, he decided to get up.

Wen Ran was pacing in front of the window with a teacup when he heard the sound of the door opening suddenly, a panic flashed in his eyes, and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw who was behind him: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

There was only one lamp on in the huge living room, and a thin layer of tenderness appeared on the face that was used to hearing the harsh sound: "I'm afraid of thunder, I can't sleep."

"What... what?" Looking at someone who was more fierce than Lei, would he say such nonsense with confidence?

"You come in and sleep together."

Although Wen Sheng's eyes were very serious, Wen Ran couldn't help but feel palpitations: "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, talking... what nonsense?"

"Come on, don't make me say it a second time."

Wen Ran had completely forgotten why he was so anxious, he lay back on the sofa with a stern face and said nothing, not knowing what to see.

However, his plan soon fell through. He felt a sense of weightlessness as soon as he pulled off the quilt. He didn't realize until he touched the soft mattress under him. He was carried in by the sound?

The lights in the room were not turned on, Wen Ran could only vaguely see the figure beside the bed, and the sound of the fabric rubbing seemed to be right next to his ears.Wen Ran grabbed the quilt, completely uncomfortable.

Wen Sheng was much more at ease than him: "It's not like I didn't have it when I was a child, so I don't need to tell you what to do next time there is thunder?"

The still noisy sound of rain came from outside the balcony, and I don't know whether it was because the thunder was getting quieter or because of the words of the sound, Wen Ran's heart was no longer as uneasy as before.

It was rare that he didn't retort: ​​"I'm really jealous... People like you should never know what it feels like to be afraid. I really should let you taste this feeling..."

Wen Sheng was already lying down, and he turned his head when he heard the voice: "I don't like lying down and talking."

Wen Ran didn't care about him: "I was in the orphanage until I was 14 years old, and I spent every day in fear before I was adopted. I was afraid that I would get up too late and be locked in the room by other children, or that I would eat too slowly and be robbed by others. Walking away, afraid that my performance is not good enough and will be rejected by well-meaning people...

Ever since I can remember, I have spent every day in fear, that kind of pain and suffering...no one can bear it..."

Wen Sheng: "If you really want to chat, you can get up and go to the living room."

"So I ran away..." Wen Ran continued: "It was also such a thunderstorm day, I climbed over the fence against the heavy rain and ran forward, and they chased me closely...

What was I thinking the moment the headlights came down?By the way, it is death. "

Wen Sheng: "Only this time, next time will not be an example."

Wen Ran: "Am I dead? No. It wasn't them who came, but a man wearing leather shoes. He took me away, left the orphanage, and left here."

Hearing the sound of giving up: "Where are you going?"

"It's so far away that there's no one I know...I like it very much." After a moment of silence, Wen Ran's voice suddenly dropped, "until the day he was arrested."

Wen Sheng was very alert: "The person who adopted you, did he hurt you?"

"No, he was very good to me." Wen Ran denied: "That's why I feel disgusted. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that he adopted other people, and I'm not his only adopted son."

Hearing the sound heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good. How many more besides you?"

"21."

"It's perverted enough." Wen Sheng: "Your friend should have been alert earlier."

Ming Jian: "It's not a friend, it's my personal experience."

"It's well edited." Hearing the sound, he turned around: "Have you finished? Go to sleep."

"No."

"Go to sleep then."

"..." Wen Ran stared at the back of Wen Sheng's head for a while, then suddenly chuckled.That's right, does he still expect to find comfort in a fool?

After several months of strange things between the two of them, Wen Ran has completely gotten used to hearing sudden, mindless words.Raising someone like a spoiled young master, it's unexpectedly enjoyable to live a life every day.

After work this day, Wen Ran dropped in from the vegetable market as usual, and he finally bought the steak that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Hear the sound, guess what you're having for dinner tonight?"

The voice that answered him was not familiar: "It seems that you get along well? It seems to be more like a family than my own brother."

"It's you?" Wen Ya, who had been there once before, was sitting on the sofa: "Where's Wen Sheng?"

"He's packing up, I'll pick him up."

Wen Ran opened her mouth, just in time for Wen Sheng who came out with a box, and was suddenly at a loss for words.

Hearing the sound, he naturally asked, "What did you buy?"

Wen Ran hid: "It's nothing, just a little side dish."

"I saw it, it's steak." Wen Sheng didn't think it was strange, he turned to Wen Ya: "I'll eat before leaving, you go out and wait."

Wen Ya: "Eat something without inviting me?"

Hearing the sound is ruthless: "It's not for you."

Wen Ya spread her hands and had no choice but to get up.

As soon as the person left, Wen Ran finally realized: "You remember?"

"Not all of them." Wen Sheng said while rolling up his sleeves: "Do you want my help?"

"When did it happen?" Wen Ran was nervous.

"It didn't take long, just today, when I fell down the stairs, I remembered it."

Wen Ran refused his help: "Just a steak, it's very simple, just watch TV for a while."

Soon the steaks were on the table, and Wenran was a little uncomfortable without Wenyan Wensheng for a while. He seemed to have something to say, but he hesitated to speak after the silence of Shang Wensheng.

Before leaving, Wen Ran sent him out, and finally found a reason to pretend to be relaxed: "Congratulations on your recovery, if you have any problems in the future, you can only see him in the hospital."

"Yeah." Wen Sheng's response was very simple, he was originally a man of few words.

Wen Ran saw that he was walking so gracefully, without even saying a word of thanks, she couldn't help but feel two-pointed: "Let's go, let's go! It's time to clean up after leaving!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Sheng suddenly turned around because of his words: "It's time to sweep, change to a bigger house after sweeping."

A faint smile that was familiar to Wen Ran flashed in his eyes, just for a moment, Wen Ran thought he was wrong.Realizing that this person was disgusted, Wen Ran couldn't help but choke: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk, and you will pay for the room change? Mind your own business."

After muttering the last sentence, Wen Ran decisively closed the door.

Hearing the sound did not leave immediately, he stared at the door frame as if muttering to himself: "Well, I'll give it."

It's just that the door is not made of paper, Wen Ran can't hear it.

After Wensheng left, Wenran's life quickly returned to the original track, but some habits could not be changed for a while.For example, after get off work, I involuntarily stopped at the vegetable market, but drove away again after reacting.

He never heard from Wen Sheng again, as if this person had never appeared.

It took a while for Wen Ran to return to normal, and most of this time was participated by Zhao Lu.

Zhao Lu's internship period is over, and he is already a doctor in thoracic surgery. Because of the similar work and rest schedule, he often comes to meet Wenran for dinner.

Although Wenran worked overtime most of the time, she agreed twice out of ten times.The place for dinner today was a Japanese food shop near the hospital. After Zhao Lu accidentally learned that Wen Ran could cook, he proposed to try his cooking with anticipation.

Wen Ran was not used to dealing with visitors, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she suddenly forgot the words when she came to her lips.Because his attention was attracted by a group of people who just passed by.

Zhao Lu was fascinated by what he had heard and heard. Following his gaze, he found that the man surrounded by people at the end of his line of sight was inexplicably familiar. Before he could take a closer look, Wen Ran on the opposite side suddenly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

When he looked for the figure of the man again, he found that there was no trace of him.

This is not Wenran's first visit to this store, he knows there is a clubhouse on the second floor.The reason why Wen Sheng appeared here was probably because of a meal. Although he knew that he was here to discuss business, but just thinking of the young men and women who followed him just now, Wen Ran couldn't help feeling sour.

Wen Ran realized that he was abnormal, so he wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face to calm down.

But the cold water cooled the face, and the heart hidden in the chest was still hot.It seems that he not only cares about hearing the sound, but cares about it.

This thought made Wen Ran quite uncomfortable, he propped himself on the sink and lowered his eyes to think, when he was at a loss, he was suddenly pushed forward by a force from his back and staggered half a step forward.

Immediately afterwards, the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow was attached to the neck, and through the mirror on the stage, Wen Ran bumped into a pair of familiar black eyes.

The difference is that these eyes are more cold than Wen Ran has ever seen before.

"Who is he?" Wen Sheng whispered behind Wen Ran's ear in a restrained posture.

Wen Ran struggled: "It hurts, let go."

"Answer me." Wen Sheng's strength in his hands continued unabated, and he gradually became impatient.

"Same...colleague."

"Don't lie to me." Wen Sheng forced him to look up: "Don't lie to me... Wen Ran."

This was the first time he called his name, and it was almost a pleading whisper.

Wen Ran felt the faint pain and madness of Wen Sheng, he never thought that Wen Sheng also had such an out-of-control side, maybe he is not as strong as he imagined.

Wen Ran's heart softened: "No, I didn't lie to you." He covered the back of Wen Sheng's hand clasped on his back, trying to calm his emotions: "His name is Zhao Lu, and he is a colleague of the Thoracic Surgery Department. , I like the sashimi at this Japanese grocery store very much.”

Wen Ran's words worked, and Wen Sheng gradually calmed down: "I like to bring you here next time, stay away from him."

Wen Ran has never felt so comfortable with Wen Sheng's dominance: "Okay."

Back at the hospital again, Wen Ran heard that Zhao Lu had been transferred away.I also knew that it was the hand that moved after hearing the sound.

Although this approach made a big deal out of a molehill, it was undeniable that Wen Ran's heart was secretly excited because of it.

During this period, he received a call from an unknown person and called the hospital directly. At first, Wen Ran thought it was a certain patient, but unexpectedly it was Wen Sheng.

He didn't speak, but Wen Ran knew it was him.The two were silent for a long time through the microphone, only the sound of scorching breathing was clearly audible.

Although there is no other connection, Wen Ran is completely at ease because of this.Wen Sheng may be very busy, and may not be able to appear at any time, but he can think about him when people are quiet.

Even if there is only a trace, it is also a preference for him.Wen Ran is not greedy, he is satisfied with this partiality, falls into sweet and unrealistic fantasies, and never tires of it.

Until it was broken by a sudden attack.

Wen Ran was kidnapped, and the person who kidnapped him was none other than Wen Sheng's younger brother Wen Ya.He listened to the two arguing over the phone, Wen Ya used him as a bargaining chip to force Wen Sheng, his face was full of hysteria, like a desperate gambler.

Whether Wen Sheng compromised in the end, Wen Ran didn't know, he only knew that when Wen Sheng came to pick him up, he was in a mess.

The kidnapped person was unharmed, but the rescuer appeared covered in scars.

The moment the man broke through the door, Wen Ran could clearly hear the deafening heartbeat.

The so-called loving someone is not only loving him with his unique tenderness, but also loving him without hesitation.

For Wenran, Wensheng is not only a preference, but vice versa.

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