Poor little in the Shura field

Xue Yu grabbed the clothes in front of her, the fabric was wet from the sweat from her fingertips, she just said a few minutes ago that she wanted to cut off contact, but now she fell limply in the man's arms.

Song Rongxun was being teased like this, and he shouldn't have cared about his life or death.

But he found that he had developed a cheap temper, and when Xue Yu cried out in pain, he simply couldn't abandon it.

It was a wild morning.

Early in the morning when the smoke was rising, Xueyu was carried by Song Rongxun and drove for more than half an hour to the health center in the town.

The townspeople usually work hard to keep themselves fit and healthy, and there are few problems. Except for a few old and weak women and children, there are almost no people in and out of the health center.

The old doctor, who was still dozing off, stared straight at the young man at the door, especially the little widow with red lips and soft as spring mud behind him. What's the matter?"

Song Zhixun was dripping with sweat, firmly supporting Xue Yu's silky thighs, all parts of his body were infused with fragrance, God knows how much perseverance he spent, and he carefully moved Xue Yu on his back In front, gently hugging: "He said his heart hurts, please take a quick look."

The old doctor was startled: "Heart?"

Song Rongxun frowned and nodded, not wanting to waste time, urged: "He started to hurt in the morning, please hurry up."

The old doctor showed hesitation, seeing someone urging him hard, he had no choice but to call for someone to send Xue Yu into the consultation room.

It is strange that the old doctor took off his cotton mask and walked out with such a big heart problem without the effort of a few cups of tea.

Song Rongxun stared at his old face, concerned about Xue Yu's condition. Before the old doctor could speak, he asked in a hurry: "How is it? Why did he suddenly have a heartache? I haven't seen him in this situation for a while. .”

He didn't know what Xue Yu was like in the city, but at least during the time he moved here, he never heard Xue Yu say that he was in pain.

The old doctor's fat lips twitched twice, and the words were filtered in his brain several times before leaking out through his teeth: "Well, I suggest you go to a big city to see."

Song Rongxun frowned: "...why?"

"Young man, you also know the situation of our town hospital. The resources are backward and the equipment is scarce. They are all old doctors who have retired from above. They can treat you for minor ailments and pains. We can't do anything for such a serious illness."

The old doctor sighed softly: "I saw that his pain has relieved, maybe intermittently, before the next wave comes, hurry up and go to the big city for an examination."

Song Rongxun pressed his eyebrows, he was too nervous.

I forgot the unoptimistic level of medical care here. A few days ago, the village cadres went to the town for a meeting to respond to the rural revitalization strategy. The first thing to solve was the problem of the township health center.

Leaders from all walks of life gathered together to study how to improve service quality and protect the health rights of farmers.

As yet, these have not yet been implemented.

While Song Rongxun closed his eyes to relax, the door of the consultation room opened, Xue Yu's face was pale, her shoulders slumped limply, holding the hot water given by the nurse in her hand, she sat on the chair weakly.

Song Rongxun stepped forward a few steps, looked down at the little widow who was sweating profusely like a flood, his back was stiff, and his tightly clenched fingers revealed his complicated emotions: "...does it still hurt? I'm sorry, I forgot to read here No."

Xue Yu raised his eyes, wrapped his fingertips around the water cup to absorb the heat inside, he took a sip, without making a sound.

Song Rongxun pursed his lips, put aside the ever-changing emotions, and said softly: "Let's go to the city. If there is any problem, we can't delay."

Before going out, the man only wore a light dress, his broad and slender body was hidden inside, his eyebrows were handsome and his eyes were fine, standing in the shadow of the backlight at this time, faintly revealing the maturity and stability that can be alone.

People can't help but want to trust him and rely on him.

"when to go?"

"Now. Let's go now, we can arrive at noon."

Xue Yu waited for the remaining colic in her body to dissipate, thought for a while, and said, "I want to go back to the old house first, and get some things."

Song Rongxun didn't want to procrastinate at first, but when he thought about the need for documents in the hospital, he frowned slightly and said "hmm".

After being soaked in sweat, Xue Yu's body was about to soften, and the water was still sweet and heart-shattering. He raised his finger and wiped the man's palm, grabbed the man's shirt and pulled him closer, raised his face, and gently Soft request: "Back."

Even though the person in front of him was no longer his target, he still couldn't help but drive the man to do hard work for him because of the badness in his bones.

The voice has a soft tail, delicate and sweet.

Song Rongxun's Adam's apple rolled, squatted down, and adjusted Xue Yu's clothes like a doll: "If I hurt you, just tell me."

Xue Yu offended someone this morning, so she didn't hold out hope at first, but when she saw that someone agreed, she stubbornly followed her up: "It's so long-winded."

Asking people to carry him is also too long-winded.

The essence of the villain is really understood by him.

But Song Rongxun didn't get angry either, he turned around willingly, and faced the little widow with his broad back with sharp muscles, and waited for someone with his hands spread out on both sides, he didn't look back, and said softly, "Come up."

Xue Yu was picked up.

He is very obedient when he is asking for help from others, snuggling up to the man's neck, with his hands hanging on his chest, holding the man's strong waist, small and delicate: "It's so hot, I'm about to melt from the heat, and it starts to hurt when I feel uncomfortable." .”

Song Rongxun was so nervous that he turned his head: "It hurts again?"

Xue Yu was caught off guard by him, and she exclaimed in fright. The man steadied himself amid the sound of his kitten meowing, and he frowned, trying to be coquettish: "Fake. But if you don't buy me a hat, It really hurts."

I have never seen someone with a heartache from a loan. Song Rongxun pursed his lips lightly, unable to teach others, he could only say: "...I will buy it for you later, don't scare me."

Xue Yu let out a dull "Oh".

Song Rongxun supported the delicate and slippery heels on both sides, and the back of his neck was itchy. He moved and couldn't help saying, "Don't get too close, it's not easy to walk."

Xue Yu was lying comfortably on her stomach, unwilling: "No, if you talk too much, let me go. If you don't recite, some people will recite me."

Song Rongxun stopped talking.

It was like a seven-inch snake being pinched.

It's not that if he is too threatening, it can save him from fatigue, but he just lost [-]% of his sanity and rushed to be ordered by others.

Song Rongxun's waist was entangled by his long legs, as if he had fallen into a heap of tofu, and he was so crisp that he lost consciousness. He entrusted a trustee and walked towards the entrance of the town hospital with a blank expression.

The doctors and nurses passing by coughed in disguise, subtly aware of the spark between the two of them.

The pedantic and old-fashioned thoughts are at work, they can't help thinking while their mouths are dry and their faces are blushing.

...How could you beg another big man to carry you on your back in that coquettish tone?

It looked like he was having a conversation with his lover.

And the lover also enjoys it.

Xue Yu didn't notice the sight from the side, he lay on Song Rongxun's body, he figured it out, Cheng Chi wasn't the only one who was taken advantage of in the village.

Cheng Chi ranked first, followed by Song Rongxun.

He even said that it was going to be two days, but Song Rongxun still obeyed him, either stupid or stupid.

And he was pretty bad himself.

Xue Yu complained feebly.

Song Rongxun was also annoyed at his lack of backbone and soft ears, but he didn't want to give others the hard work of being able to get in touch with Xue Yu.

Carrying the limp little widow on his back, he resisted Xue Yu's disturbance from time to time, clamping his waist, rubbing against his ear and so on, he moved his throat with strong willpower, thinking to himself.

This is a patient, be patient.

Song Rongxun picked a decent hat for Xue Yu, put it on for him, called a car and went back to the village.

When he got to the door, Song Rongxun's face was a little hot, and he felt absurdly that he was too much like Xue Yu's husband to accompany Xue Yu like this, and was busy with everything.

As soon as Xue Yu turned her head, she saw that Song Zhixun's face was red from ear to ear, and asked with a frown, "Two hours back and forth, did you suffer from heat stroke?"

Song Rongxun looked away, as soon as that thought came out, the little widow became wrong in his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "No..."

"Oh, I'm too heavy to make you tired."

Song Rongxun somewhat missed Xue Yu at the beginning, and he would not be as articulate as he is now, always saying things that made him angry and didn't know how to answer: "You are not heavy, and you are not tired when carrying you, you can go upstairs to pack your things." , bring something like an ID card, the hospital may need it. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Xue Yu glanced at him, wondering what she was thinking, and took a long time to go upstairs.

It only took five minutes at most to find the ID card and put it on the body, but it took Xue Yu more than half an hour to get down, and there was an extra luggage that was half a person tall in her hand.

Song Rongxun's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he stared at the suitcase tightly, as if he wanted to stare at a hole in it: "Why pack your luggage?"

When he came back from the town, the sun was very strong, and the widow's delicate skin and tender flesh were drying in the sun again. He wanted to talk in another place, but when he saw the man who didn't hear the answer, he licked his lips lightly and said: "Move back to my house in town."

Song Rongxun asked, "Why?"

When he asked this question, a violent emotion rolled out of the man, which Xue Yu had never seen before. He usually dared to be coquettish and bossy, and he relied on the man's good temper and was reluctant to attack him. Come on, he can't beat it.

But Xue Yu was about to leave, so naturally she wasn't afraid of him.

"You've also heard that the level of medical care in the town is not enough. If I want to get medical treatment, I have to go back to the city. If something is found out, it's a big project. I can't run back and forth between the countryside and the city."

"What about where you live?"

Xue Yu was badly tanned, her skin was fragrant, and she was in a bad mood: "I don't need you to worry about that."

The land in the countryside is worthless, but this piece of land with ancient houses is different. How many smart developers are eyeing this place. Once they have the right to use it, they can develop it to their heart's content and create a topical and hot spot. "Ghost Talk Village".

Then package and publicize it to attract enthusiasts in this field to visit and earn a lot of ticket money.

Xue Yu doesn't worry that the old house won't be sold.

Song Rongxun said stiffly: "...Then will you come back?"

Xue Yu squinted his eyes, stood for a few minutes, his lips had already been licked until they were shiny, he looked with great interest at Song who never forgot to stare at his lips even when he was so angry. Radius.

Some laughed and said: "No, don't you have too many questions? I remember I reminded you just now that we broke up once and for all. If you want to lose your temper, you shouldn't meddle in your ex-lover's affairs."

Not long ago, she was still talking softly to people, snuggling on her back to get close to people, but it didn't take long before she began to ruthlessly separate the relationship.

When there is something to do, he is more clingy than anyone else, and when there is nothing to do, he kicks people away.

Pei Xueyu is like this, he should have seen it clearly.

Veins popped up on the back of the man's hands, and his eyes were cold. He stared at Xue Yu's long and fragile neck, as if once his big hands were closed, they would keep tightening until his face showed a pleading and helpless expression.

"It's useless if you leave, Pei Xueyu, I will find you."

He said every word: "I won't let you get rid of me."

He said it so firmly and confidently.

About five or six seconds passed.

The expression on Xue Yu's face was calm, he raised his chin, his eyes were like a pool of spring water: "Okay, if you have the ability."

He flicked a thousand pounds in twos and twos, not afraid to make his whole body feel fishy, ​​and said: "When you find it, I will consider letting you fuck me."

Song Rongxun was stunned, his aura suddenly disappeared, his ears became extremely red because of the unsteady words that the little widow said with his flat face, he searched his belly a few times, and managed to find the words: "...I is not what it means."

Xue Yu dismissed his reaction: "What does that mean? Every time you see me, is there any time when you don't move your hands?"

Song Rongxun's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he opened his mouth to refute, but found that this was indeed the case.

As long as he saw Xue Yu, he would not be able to control himself.

But it's not his fault.

It's the little widow who is too seductive.

The lips are sweet and the skin is soft and tender. I don't know if it's because he has been chaste for a long time, or he is patronizing the benefits given to him by his deceased husband. When making out with a new man who has seduced him, whether it is kissing or other things, he seems very unfamiliar and often plays twice. , you can spray water.

That innocence, which is in extreme contrast to the skillful obsequiousness, often makes Song Rongxun wonder whether Xue Yu has ever kissed someone else.

Song Rongxun lowered his head, his mood turned.

... No matter how he was rejected at the beginning, it was because his skills were inferior to others, he couldn't beat the little widow, and finally fell.

He likes Xue Yu and will not let Xue Yu go away.

He even wanted to keep Xue Yu by his side forever, always with him in life, old age, sickness and death.

If Xueyu wasn't going to get medical treatment, he would never let him go. He would lock him up in a side room, give him food when he was hungry, and give him water when he was thirsty. He could satisfy any request, but he must also be satisfied. His constant need for affection.

When he had this kind of thought, Song Zhixun knew that he was no longer the good person in the true sense who Guang Hongweizheng had a clean mind.

He was seduced by Xue Yu, causing the blood to surge up on his forehead, and he became a bad person.

Over the past few months, he has been trained to have desires and longings that he is unwilling to admit.

……

Heaven has changed.

Clouds covered the scorching sun, and it rained lightly.

Under the eyes of Song Rongxun who was about to peel and swallow his flesh, Xue Yu carried the suitcase and walked towards the fork in the road without looking back.

The character who broke the three views of the village and made people panic, for fear that his son would fall on him, left, leaving nothing behind, only briefly appearing in this hot summer.

It is said that the boy from the Song family went back and made trouble for a while, saying that he was going to develop in the city.

His father was afraid that he would suffer losses, and also that he would ruin the foundation of the Song family, so he refused to agree to it, punishing him to read the account books at home, in fact, he was thinking behind closed doors and resting these unrealistic thoughts.

On the winding mountain road, a black car circled the winding mountain road and passed through the forest.

The driver held the steering wheel with his hands in polyester gloves, and glanced in the rearview mirror with some anxiety. He saw a picture of a person with an extremely rare beauty. Before that, he had been a Didi driver for 20 years and had never As amazing as today.

But even so beautiful...

He swallowed, looking at the goosebumps on his arms, he felt a strong and strange sense of discomfort.

Xue Yu seemed to have sensed something, raised her head and asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

The driver waved his hand and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, the weather may have changed, and I always feel a little cold. The weather is also strange, and it will change as soon as it changes."

Xue Yu didn't reply, he squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the source of the driver's fear - on the seat next to him, sat a tall and tall man, with a turtleneck sweater covering his pale chin, his skin was pale and lifeless , with a deep smile.

Things have to start in the morning.

After learning that it was meaningless to continue the mission, Xue Yu immediately asked the system to force him to leave. His good system hesitated and hesitated, and only recruited truthfully when he was forced to ask.

The system said that after the Quick Transmigration Bureau formulated the rules that you can quickly leave if there is a problem in the plot, it also added a warning that the system cannot activate the shielding pain when leaving under abnormal circumstances. In other words, the host will suffer unimaginable pain when leaving. pain.

If the host doesn't want to suffer, he can wait for the original body to completely deplete and leave naturally.

In other words, the original owner died at the original age, so he died at that age.

The original owner of this world also suffered from a heart disease, and would die within a year or two at most. Xue Yu couldn't stand the pain, so she chose the latter without even thinking about it. The system can shield him from the pain.

As for the departure in the morning, it was naturally pretended so that Xue Yu could find a legitimate reason to leave the village and go to the house that the original owner bought in the city.

Located in the first ring road, the economy is developing rapidly, the value of the buildings is rising steadily, and there are all kinds of money left by the deceased husband, how happy and happy!

It's a pity that he said something extra, saying that he would sell the old house.

Once the old house is sold, the ghosts in the house will have no place to live. Qi Chen uses this rhetoric to keep up with Xue Yu.

He is in the state of a wandering soul, no one can see him, even if someone breaks into the house by force, the police will treat Xue Yu as mentally ill.

Qi Chen was sure about this.

... simply bandits!

Xue Yu took a breath and let it out again, her head ached from anger.

But soon his eyebrows relaxed.

When he arrived at the destination, he lay down, spread out, and raised his little hand, and asked a ghost surnamed Qi to clean up the house for him and put the things in the suitcase where they should be put.

Qi Chen's smile stiffened slightly: "You treat me as a servant?"

Xue Yu poked his neck, extremely domineering: "Otherwise, I can't let you eat and live for free, and you can't get money if you ask you. It's okay to contribute a little coolie."

The big eyes met the small eyes for a long time, until Qi Chen overflowed with a slightly exasperated smile, he was really like the worst hard labor, tidying up his big house for the wealthy little widow.

This tidying up took most of the day.

The night is high, and the neon and noise of the city are projected in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Qi Chen dug out the simple ingredients he brought in the suitcase, made a bowl of noodles, and pushed Xue Yu who was sleeping on the sofa. Xue Yu blushed and pushed his hand away in a daze. Losing his temper: "What are you arguing about?"

So lazy, without him he would starve to death.

Qi Chen continued to push: "If you don't get up, I'll feed that bowl of noodles to the dog, and if it gets into the dog's belly, don't cry when you sleep."

"Then you can feed."

"Are you sure? Well, thank you for feeding the dog."

Qi Chen stood up and walked towards the dining table.

Xue Yu was speechless for a while, he opened his eyes, and stared at Qi Chen for a few seconds with watery eyes, the latter was still smiling.

Smelling the fragrance of noodles wafting over, Xue Yu really didn't want to part with it so much, she put on her shoes silently, sat on the polished stool and began to eat noodles slowly.

He glanced at the TV, the high-rise buildings outside, and the bustling chandeliers above his head, and finally got the real feeling of being far away from the small village. He no longer heard the simple and honest local accent, but the well-spoken Mandarin.

This is the living environment of the original owner from childhood to adulthood.

After eating noodles, Xue Yu was tired all day, washed up hastily and lay on the bed, Qi Chen didn't need to sleep, he went out to familiarize himself with a new place, Xue Yu was already fast asleep when he came back.

The next day, Qi Chen walked through the door: "Are you awake? Let's go to the supermarket, there are some daily necessities and ingredients that need to be purchased."

Xue Yu, who fell asleep, stared at the man in front of her eyes, rubbing her eyes: "...Oh."

After a few seconds, he reacted and immediately got angry: "Don't come into my room casually!"

Qi Chen smiled and said, "If I don't come in, you can sleep until the afternoon."

Little Xue Yu blushed, raised her fingertips and pointed at the door, telling Qi Chen to get out, seeing Qi Chen walking out with a smile, he sat up slowly and put on his clothes.

A few days ago, or even this morning, Xue Yu never thought that one day, she would partner with Qi Chen to live a life together.

……

In a blink of an eye, autumn and winter come and go.

New Year's Eve.

Every household posted Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers.

In fact, burning and shooting are prohibited in the community, but on festive days, the security guards just turn a blind eye.

Qi Chen's eyes were fixed on Xue Yu who was dragging him to the kitchen. The little widow dragged him to the range hood, turned his face away, and squeezed his lower lip awkwardly: "I'm hungry, I want to eat supper Night, those Spring Festival couplets can be posted tomorrow."

Qi Chen raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the wrist that had been squeezed: "I had supper once this month, so I'm not allowed to eat it again."

Xue Yu has been to the hospital, and has been strictly following the doctor's orders for the past year, forbidding smoking, drinking, staying up late, and trying to eat less greasy supper at night.

He just tried his best, but Qi Chen abruptly changed "eat as little as possible" to "absolutely not".

Occasionally, when Xue Yu was hungry at night, she would secretly eat behind his back, but in the end, without exception, Qi Chen got the stolen goods and fined her to have no meat or vegetables tomorrow.

...How can there be such a domineering person!

Later, when Xue Yu learned to be good, he didn't eat secretly, he begged Qi Chen openly.

The little widow pursed his lips, and his small face was charming. He lowered his head, curled his delicate white and soft fingers, and held Qi Chen's arm softly. The gesture I saw was pitiful, just like his deliberately soft voice: "Last time, I was really hungry."

He is so pitiful, Qi Chen is still stern and unselfish: "No, stop making trouble, go to sleep, huh? There are still couplets posted."

Seeing that he didn't take this trick, Xue Yu's face suddenly turned cold: "You have time to post couplets, and you don't want to help me cook supper."

Qi Chen raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, in the next second, Xue Yu began to lose his temper at him with a cold face: "It's ok, you don't post couplets anymore, no one is watching, I'm going out now and freezing myself to death."

These days, Qi Chen didn't say anything to the face, but he was actually afraid that the little widow would be caught in the cold. Usually when he talked about health and safety, as long as it wasn't too much, Qi Chen would often compromise and go along with him.

But today Qi Chen just sighed lightly and smiled: "Want to go out to play? Don't come back too late."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xue Yu was very angry, she immediately turned her head, opened the door and walked out.

Not long after he left, Qi Chen opened the kitchen window, raised his long and thin fingers to check the temperature outside, and it was neither warm nor cold as the weather forecast said.

The streets were deserted.

Xue Yu didn't know where he was going, and he was ashamed to go back now. He looked around, and his gaze was fixed on the 24-hour coffee shop in front of him.

He lowered his eyes, buried his chin into his collar, and was about to walk when he bumped into a hard object with a bang.

It is a hard and unadulterated muscle. Its owner is tall and strong. Even wearing thicker clothes, the muscles of the arms and lower abdomen are still bulging and tight. No pain?"

Xue Yu was still lowering her head, but when she heard this voice, she raised her eyes in a daze.