Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The atmosphere was neither awkward nor lame throughout the journey, and they finally arrived at the hospital. Fūya Rei got out of the car almost as if he was running away.

Zhu Fujingguang looked at You Xunran's back meaningfully, bought a fruit basket from a street stall, kept a distance of less than five meters from You Xunran, and followed him slowly.

The second floor of the inpatient department.

The two burly men in black suits cosplaying as bodyguards who were guarding outside the ward saw the approaching blond young man, their pupils shrank, and they wisely made way, allowing him to enter the ward unimpeded.

Vermouth had thick bandages wrapped around her head and legs, and was wearing a loose, off-shoulder nightgown. She lay sickly on the bed, flipping through a magazine. She felt dizzy after reading for too long.

That radiant and charming face now gives people a different kind of beauty, as sick as Xi Shi.

As if she had sensed the movement outside, her hand quietly reached under the pillow, where the PPK pistol was hidden.

As she stared at the magazine pretending to be calm, her hand just touched the gun handle when she heard the sound of a blind stick hitting the ground.

Vermouth felt relieved, took her hand out, raised her head and rolled her eyes coquettishly at the blond young man at the door, complaining in a tone that seemed to be both angry and resentful: "Why are you here? Aren't you playing games with Rum?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Morobushi Kagemitsu following behind Fūya Rei.

In an instant, Vermouth felt a phantom pain in her head.

A dangerous glint flashed across her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up as she said half-seriously, "Why did you bring Scotland here too? You should know that my recuperation here is a secret, not everyone is qualified to know."

Zhu Fujingguang smiled slightly, put the cheap fruit basket on the table, and said gracefully: "If I had known it was Lady Vermouth, I would not have brought such a simple gift to your door. It is really rude."

Vermouth's eyes moved between the two of them, and she said jokingly, "It seems that your relationship is closer than I thought."

Furuya felt around with his cane, found a chair, and sat down. He said seriously, "You're not wrong. I brought Scotland with me this time because I wanted everyone to know my preference for him."

His voice was casual, with a slight nasal tone, sounding nonchalant and lazy, but it carried a subtle sense of intimidation and oppression.

Vermouth was stunned and surprised to find that the boss was serious.

She suddenly felt jealous and glared at Scotland, thinking, she hated people with connections!

Zhu Fujingguang was very surprised. He didn't expect Zero to declare his preference for him in front of one of the most mysterious senior leaders of the organization.

He knew that Zero said this simply because he was insecure, and was trying to bring him into a protective circle to prevent other members of the organization from tripping him up.

He felt warm in his heart and his nose felt sore. The person he once protected had tried hard to grow up and was trying to protect him.

He tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth and said to Furuya Rei, "Amuro-kun, I'll go buy a bottle of water."

Vermouth and Zero obviously had something to say, even if she didn't show it, her aura was clearly repelling him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang understood and found an excuse to go guard outside the door.

Seeing that he understood what was going on, Vermouth finally gave him a good look.

After the extra people in the ward leave, the door is closed.

Vermouth's lake-like eyes turned dark and dangerous, and she said critically, "Are you sure you want Scotland? To be honest, he has a corrupt character and no bottom line. He is not worthy of you."

The woman's tone was sharp and sarcastic, like a wicked mother-in-law who was always looking for trouble. "During the three years when you were unconscious, he took advantage of you. And his mission during those three years was mediocre. He also smiled at everyone, who knows if he was trying to hook up with someone else. Mr. G, you have to think carefully. Compared to Scotland, gin is..."

"Chrissy."

The blond young man suddenly called out her current name. His voice was clear and transparent, as cold and slightly chilled as if soaked in snow water, yet with a hint of tenderness: "Scotland and I are just friends."

Vermouth: "...I misunderstood."

No, you two slept in the same bed, but you insisted on pressing my head and saying it was a misunderstanding. You are fooling a fool.

I don't know who just loudly declared that Scotland is your preference.

Man, haha.

As if guessing her thoughts, Furuya Ling grinned, "I remember that my predecessor was also partial to you."

The end of his voice was tinged with a smile, rising slightly, with a hint of unconscious seduction.

Vermouth's mood immediately became bad. She didn't want to mention that old man, but this man had to hurt her feelings for another man.

Her rage grew, and she suddenly sat up straight and pulled the defenseless Fūya Ling, who was sitting beside the bed, onto the bed.

This sudden movement caused Fūya Rei's hand to hit the edge of the bed, and the blind stick fell to the ground.

Then, he was pushed down on the hospital bed by Vermouth.

Darkness and nothingness suddenly returned to Fūya Rei's eyes. He lay there quietly, seemingly unable to come back to his senses.

His empty eyes were unfocused, and his confused look gave people an inexplicable feeling of fragility and innocence.

Vermouth leaned over, lifted a strand of his golden hair with her fingertips, and chuckled seductively in a hoarse voice: "Sir, it is really ungentlemanly to say something unpleasant in front of a lady."

Fūya Rei raised his hand to push her away, but when it touched the smooth skin on Vermouth's shoulder, he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

He can't see at the moment, and it would be troublesome if he touched a part that he shouldn't touch.

He could only say helplessly: "Chris, you get up first."

Vermouth didn't listen. Ever since she was played by G in the club, she couldn't forget it. She always felt like she would be missing out if she didn't make cocktails.

She placed her hands on both sides of Fūya Rei's head, looking down at him condescendingly.

The young man on the bed had his clothes torn into a mess because she had hurriedly pulled him onto the bed, revealing his firm and strong wheat-colored waist hidden between the snow-white bed sheets.

The buttons of the shirt seemed to have been accidentally torn off just now, and the delicate and sexy collarbone kept trembling with the owner's rapid breathing.

Vermouth's gaze swept uncontrollably from top to bottom. She licked her dry lips, her gaze fixed on the scenery that Fūya Rei was unable to see because of the tight restraint of his trousers.

Vermouth's eyes turned red.

Fūya Rei felt that the woman's emotions and blood flow were abnormal, and her heartbeat was soaring.

His eyelids twitched and he felt that the situation was a little dangerous. He tried to sit up, but was pushed down by Vermouth again and fell on the pillow.

The force made his eyes twitch and his mouth curled up. He said, "It seems that the special medicine in the laboratory is quite effective."

Vermouth snorted lightly, not wanting to bring up this depressing topic. Her soft hands touched Furiya Rei's abdominal muscles, unable to resist the urge to leave some marks on this body.

"……Scotland!"

Furuya Rei raised his voice and shouted.

Save me.