Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

Mu Yanqing was stunned when he opened the door, paused on the mat at the door for a few seconds, then came in again and closed the door.

The contract was placed on the table at the entrance. Mu Yanqing said nothing and did not even look at the two people kneeling. He took out a brown ruler from the side cabinet that was almost one meter long and about three fingers wide.

Mu Ci thought it was a small ruler for hitting the palm, but he didn't expect it to be so long.

Suddenly I felt my butt starting to hurt.

Mu Yandan held the ruler in his single hand and stood in front of them, looking down at them.

He was wearing a black suit, a black shirt, and a brown ring. His fingers were slender with distinct joints.

Mu Ci couldn’t see the beauty, he just felt his butt hurt more.

Mu Yanqing walked to Mu Xinglin's side and asked sinisterly, "Xiaolin, do you have any excuses?"

"No, no." Mu Xinglin shrank closer to Mu Ci, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Xiao Ci, what about you?" Mu Yanqing's voice sounded again beside Mu Ci.

He wants to quibble!

But I dare not.

If someone else had come to hinder him and Duzai like this, he would have probably beaten them up a long time ago.

But Mu Yanqing was different. He could feel that the other party felt very guilty about himself, loved him very much, and really wanted to protect him.

Thinking about how Mu Yanqing had been living in self-blame and guilt all these years, and in the original plot, after the original owner died, this self-blame and guilt was like a thousand-pound stone that directly crushed him to death.

He couldn't bear to confront his elder brother who was so truly protective of him.

He was a little greedy, and family affection was also what he longed for.

Mu Ci bravely looked up at him and pointed at the ruler in his hand, "Brother, it's wrong to hit children, but you can be gentler."

He wouldn’t die from a few hits, so Mu Ci closed his eyes, lay on the ground, and waited to be beaten.

"What are you doing?" Mu Xinglin was so annoyed. His elder brother hit him on the back. Why were he lying there?

The next second, Mu Xinglin began to scream.

"Hey! It hurts! It hurts!"

He cried out in pain, but didn't dare to hide.

It's his own fault. His eldest brother asked him to protect Xiao Ci from the old man bullying him, but he forgot about it. He deserved to be beaten.

But it was worth it as I spent half a day with Miaomiao.

Mu Ci suddenly turned over and saw Mu Yanqing's ruler falling on Mu Xinglin's back again and again, each hit being a solid one.

Without thinking, he rushed over and pressed on Mu Xinglin's back.

He was the source of the problem, so if anyone should be punished, he should be punished, not Mu Xinglin.

After Mu Yanqing hit Mu Ci on the back with a ruler, he was stunned. Just now, he found that Mu Ci was rushing towards him, and he wanted to stop the force but it was too late. The next second, he dropped the ruler and helped Mu Ci up.

"Xiao Ci!" Mu Yanqing's voice was filled with anger and his eyes were flustered.

Mu Ci was already a little dazed by the pain, and couldn't tell for a moment whether his elder brother was angry or distressed, so he stared at him blankly.

Mu Yanqing quickly helped Mu Ci sit on the sofa in the living room. His voice was clear and gentle, without the anger just now, "Take off your shirt."

Mu Yanqing was still angry one second, and became gentle again the next. Mu Ci always felt that his elder brother was going to hold back a big one, so he grabbed his shirt tightly, "No! It will hurt more if you take off your clothes!"

Mu Yanqing was so angry that he laughed, "Who said I was going to hit you? You are so loyal that you still protect your second brother."

"Of course, brothers should be loyal!" Mu Ci suddenly felt that he really had a sense of loyalty.

"What are you still standing there for? Go get the medicine!" Mu Yanqing gave Mu Xinglin, who was still kneeling there, a look that said, "You have no tact."

The latter ran to the storage room to find the medicine box. He was most familiar with the place and always got beaten and put on medicine.

After taking off his shirt, there was a purple-red ruler mark on Mu Ci's cold white back, which was carried diagonally on his shoulder.

Mu Yanqing felt uncomfortable watching this, as if his heart was being tightly grasped by Wuxing's hand.

He slowly let out the turbid air in his heart, squeezed the ointment into his palm, raised his hand and gently rubbed Mu Ci's back.

Mu Ci only felt a burning pain on his back, and then there was a cool ointment mixed with warm palms, gently massaging it.

"Little brother, don't do stupid things in the future. Second brother is used to being beaten." Mu Xinglin sat on the sofa next to Mu Ci, "I have thick skin, so a few beatings won't hurt me."

As he said that, he also took off his shirt, turned around, and showed his back to Mu Ci.

There was a red mark covering another red mark on his back.

"It looks painful." Mu Ci said softly.

The hand applying the medicine on his back paused, and Mu Yanqing's voice floated from behind, "Xiao Ci, I'm sorry."

"Big brother, just for a while, he will be fine tomorrow, the second brother is in a worse situation."

Mu Yanqing didn't say anything. After applying the medicine to Mu Ci, he looked at Mu Xinglin with disgust.

The latter came over quickly and waited for Mu Yanqing to apply the medicine.

After Mu Ci put on his clothes, he still felt a burning sensation on his back.

After Mu Yanqing applied the medicine, his complexion looked much better. Mu Ci asked casually, "Brother, have you had dinner tonight?"

Mu Yanqing then remembered that he had not eaten lunch, and he had not had time to eat even though he rushed here in a hurry in the evening.

Mu Xinglin went to make a bowl of noodles for his eldest brother in a servile manner. The three brothers no longer mentioned what happened tonight, but instead talked and laughed about the fun things that happened today.

Watazai was having a hard time, as his skin hunger had reached a point where he could no longer control it.

For so many years, he had been able to suppress it with drugs and his own will.

Mu Ci's arrival last night had caused the desire that he had suppressed for many years to threaten to overflow.

At noon, the two of them were in the shower room, and they were honest with each other, even though they just hugged and kissed. For Du Zai, it was like a dam full of water suddenly had a hole.

He suppressed his anger for the whole afternoon, but in the evening, Mu Yanqing's words, "Xiao Ci is in the prime of life, but you are already half buried in the ground," completely broke out.

The double pressure, both mentally and physically, left him without any power to fight back.

When Xiao Hongru brought him back, his body had already begun to tremble uncontrollably and become anxious.

Du Zai went straight into the bedroom, picked up the clothes that Mu Ci had taken off at noon and had not had time to wash, held them in his arms, and lay down on the bed.

The clothes bearing Mu Ci's scent were much better than the new clothes he bought for Mu Ci, but they still could not relieve his extreme desire.

Xiao Hongru had experienced Du Zai's illness several times before, and this time he also discovered that Du Zai was seriously abnormal.

He could guess in his heart why the situation had become so serious, luckily he added Mu Ci’s WeChat.

Mu Ci was still chatting with his elder and second brothers in the living room, with his cell phone on the table.

Xiao Hongru called on WeChat. Mu Ci looked up at Mu Yanqing, feeling a little guilty, but still answered the call.

As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Hongru's anxious voice came over, "Mu Ci, Yu Huai is seriously ill and in a very bad condition. Can you come over? Only you can help him."

The phone call was loud and the room was very quiet, so Mu Yanqing also heard what Xiao Hongru said.

He and Du Yuhuai had been enemies since kindergarten and continued to be enemies until they graduated from college.

My impression is that Watazai doesn't like being touched by others and would even make a disgusted expression.

As far as he knew, this man had always been in good health, he must be pretending!

"I'll be there right away!" Mu Ci was anxious. He hung up the phone, got up and was about to go out.

"Don't go! He is full of tricks!" Mu Yanqing's voice was not loud, but his tone was unquestionable.

Qixiang suddenly came back, jumped on his shoulder, touched his temple with his chubby purple hand, and showed him the situation of Duzai in his sea of ​​consciousness.

When Mu Ci saw Du Zai at this moment, his expression changed immediately, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "Brother, I have to go!"

It was the first time that Mu Yanqing saw Mu Ci look so flustered and determined. While he was still hesitating, Mu Ci grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door.

The gate of the villa was open, and Xiao Hongru stood at the door, looking anxiously into the yard.

Seeing Mu Ci dragging Mu Yanqing here, he didn't care about much else, "Luckily you came quickly, otherwise I don't know what to do, and the doctor coming here won't be of any use..."

Mu Ci pushed open Du Zai's door as Xiao Hongru muttered to himself, and the blood in his body almost froze.