What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

"Heyue, come and graffiti!" Lin Xia Ning shouted, with a bright smile on her thin face in the sunlight.

"I am coming!"

He Yue ran over and Yue Zhou handed her a graffiti bottle. Liang Shanzhi and Li Li stood behind them and watched them cover all the negative words on the graffiti wall with colored pens.

He Yue stood in front of the wall and thought for a long time. After writing the two words "I want", she paused, took a step away and wrote "There is a future."

Yue Zhou stood beside her and looked at her silently. Before he could write anything, he heard An Su shout, "Let's take a photo!"

Before He Yue even had time to put down the graffiti bottle in her hand, Lin Xia Ning pulled her over and made her stand straight. Luo Yilan on the side also pulled the shy Song Xiaobai into the camera. Everyone gathered together laughing with bright smiles.

"An Su, come along." Liang Shanzhi waved to him.

An Su pointed at his nose, a little embarrassed: "Me?"

"Yeah, you!"

"I'm not from your school." An Su said badly, acting shy like a grown-up girl.

"bring it on!"

Unexpectedly, when Lin Xia Ning called out, An Su immediately became impolite, set the timer quickly, and jumped over.

"One, two, three!" An Su shouted the countdown, and everyone cheered and showed their most beautiful smiles: "Cheese!"

On the graffiti wall, in the middle of the space left by He Yue, were the smiling faces of Lin Xia Ning and Luo Yi Lan.

Everyone was taking pictures and having fun, from sunrise to sunset, and Ansu's two batteries were out of power. Only then did he help to pack up reluctantly.

An Su held the camera and moved in front of Lin Xia Ning: "I'm afraid you'll be devastated. If that happens, I won't feel comfortable going to Australia."

Lin Xia Ning picked up the sequins on the ground and held them in her palm, ready to throw them away together when the time comes. She couldn't help feeling a little depressed when she heard this topic.

She called his name softly: "Ansu."

"Ok?"

Lin Xia Ning stood up and looked at An Su: "Actually, you... don't hate me? If it weren't for me..."

An Su stopped her from talking: "Sister Ning, don't you know Brother Ning yet? He will definitely do what he decides to do, and he will definitely protect whoever he wants to protect! This is Brother Ning."

An Su showed his big teeth to Lin Xianing: "But you don't know me yet."

"No matter what Brother Ning wants to do, I will support him!"

If he likes you, I will also treat you as a friend.

He cannot protect you, so I will protect you for him.

"In short, I, An Su, will grant you whatever you ask for, Lin Xianing!"

On the empty rooftop, a tall figure stepped onto it.

Yue Zhou looked at the beautifully renovated graffiti wall and added a name in the blank space.

He Yue.

I want Heyue to have a future.

-

In the messy attic, faint light came in through a cross window. Chen Song sat on a broken chair and dialed the phone. After the phone beeped a few times, someone picked up the phone.

"Is the boat ready?" Chen Song asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ten thousand yuan per person at 12 o'clock tomorrow night," the man said in Cantonese.

The corner of Chen Song's mouth twitched. This was considered a temporary price increase.

But the man on the other side was still provocative in his tone: “Brother Song, it will cost more than 10,000 yuan to send you to the police station now.”

Chen Song knew that news about him had appeared on various television and radio stations in the past few days, and the reward amount was as high as 100,000 yuan.

"it is good."

"Do you have so much money? I heard that Changqing was all killed."

"My godfather will give you money when we get there." Chen Song said as he looked at the dust scattered in the air under the sunlight, playing with a sharp dagger in his hand.

"Okay, okay." The man was happy to have the money, but he still didn't forget to make a few jokes, "Brother Song, I never thought that you would lose to a little girl."

Chen Song hung up the phone angrily, and the harsh laughter stopped abruptly.

He is a beast that crawled out of the mud, and it is impossible for him to surrender just like that. Once he goes to Hong Kong City to see his godfather and recuperate, he will soon make a comeback.

But now...

The knife in his hand was stuck hard into the wooden table. Because it was too sharp, when it slipped out of his hand, a bloody mark was left on the palm.

"He Yue."

-

Yunxin Hospital.

Yang Langzi was dressed like a homeless man, with the gold necklace still on his neck, but now it was a little faded, with low-quality paint stuck to his neck, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

But even though he was so sloppy, he was holding a clean thermos in his arms, which looked really awkward.

Yang Lengzi swaggered down the corridor. The nurses beside him took a detour in disgust. He spat at their backs and said, "Just wait. I used to be Changqing. You know Changqing! Even the Yue family can't beat us!"

He snorted, and became quiet again when he stood at the door of the ward. He touched his sticky hair against the reflective glass, tried to press it down with his saliva, then pushed the door open and walked in.

"grandmother."

Grandma Yang lying on the bed is over 70 years old. She used to work hard, and after she had Yang Lengzi, she was used to saving food and daily necessities for him, so it is inevitable that she looks a little thin and haggard.

"Santu, you're here?" Grandma Yang raised her hand and trembled violently. She raised her hand and asked Yang Lengzi to sit next to her. "Santu, is this place expensive? How much is it for one night?"

Grandma Yang's eyes were cloudy and she could no longer see clearly. She could only tilt her ear to listen to Yang Lengzi's footsteps and determine his location.

"Grandma, didn't I tell you I'm rich? Don't worry about these things. I'm now with a very rich boss, and he gives me this much in tips every day." Remembering that his grandma couldn't see, Yang Lengzi said, "Hundreds of dollars!"

"And tips?" Grandma Yang was happy for a while, then pulled Yang Lengzi back, "What kind of business is this? We can't do bad things."

Yang Lengzi let go of his grandmother's hand guiltily and went to get the thermos cup: "No, there's nothing bad I can do."

Grandma Yang was still nagging: "And that horse you often play with doesn't look like a good kid. Don't hang out with him all the time."

Yang Langzi touched his nose. Ma Feilu had gone in early, so there was no chance for him to make big money with him.

It’s a bit of a pity to think so.

Yang Lengzi fed the shredded chicken porridge to his grandmother's mouth: "Grandma, don't worry about the affairs of young people. How can you keep up with the times? Just stay here and have the surgery next week, and then we will go home."

Speaking of surgery, Grandma Yang's mouth drooped: "Santu, Grandma is 68 years old. I have lived for most of my life. It's enough. Save money as much as you can. You haven't married yet." Grandma Yang held Yang Lengzi's hand and said, "Grandma's lifelong wish is to see you get married and start a family, and not live the hard life like your grandma and your father."

Yang Lengzi couldn't help but reach out to wipe his face after hearing these words. He was afraid that his grandmother would hear his sobs, so he deliberately shouted in a loud voice: "I know, I know."