After pretending to be good and being spotted by the boss

Que An picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and lowered the temperature a bit, at the same time the wound on his head felt tearing.

Last night, Qin Yuzhi bandaged Que An's wound with his own hands. He had no experience in bandaging, let alone dealing with white blood, so he had to be as meticulous as possible to make up for the lack of professional bandaging techniques.

But the effect doesn't seem to be ideal.

Que An took the mirror, looked at the two croissant-like bandages on his head, poked it and said:

"Why does this look like a mummy?"

Qin Yuzhi wasn't in the mood to tease him:

"What are you going to do now?"

According to Que An's current state, it is difficult to meet people.

Some time ago, it disappeared for seven days in a row. Yesterday it passed out in the bathroom, and tomorrow it will probably make headlines. The headline is: Shocked, in public, a husky turned into a human in public!

Que An had to go find Qi Shu.

It’s okay to take counterfeit and shoddy medicine, but after applying a method, it can still leave sequelae. This luck is really one in a hundred, and it is rare.

It's just that Qi Shu hasn't been at home recently, so he can only make do with a hat to cover it up, and wait until Qi Shu comes back to find him.

Que An casually put a peaked cap on his head, looked at himself in the mirror and tilted his head:

"Take a step and look at it, and then say," he sighed slowly, "I can't control it, I can't control these ears."

His body occasionally gets out of hand, let alone his ears.

Qin Yuzhi said lightly: "Don't see anyone during this time."

Que An pressed down on the brim of his hat, and turned his head in dissatisfaction: "You are just an excuse for me not to go to the company."

Qin Yuzhi didn't want to joke with him at all, and emphasized every word:

"The point is, don't see Rong Chuang."

Rong Chuang was more terrifying than he imagined.

He was sure that Rong Chuang must have discovered something that made him rush into the door without hesitating to tear his face.

Que An's origin is unknown, everyone knows this, and Rong Chuang naturally knows it too.

Will he follow Zha Que'an's history, will he do something unfavorable to Que'an, will he--

Too much will make Qin Yuzhi dare not continue to think deeply.

Que An was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head after a while, with a certain deep meaning in his eyes:

"Who is Rong Chuang?"

When Rong Chuang was sitting opposite him, even if the other party was smiling, he still couldn't hide the monstrous malice.

If the first impression was just the intuition of a beast, but the subsequent pursuit and trapping it in the toilet cubicle really made Que An arouse some kind of speculation.

And this kind of unformed guess gradually became clear as Rong Chuang invaded step by step.

Will it be one of those people?

Qin Yu's downcast eyes:

"I suspect that Rong Chuang has something to do with the biological experiment organization."

Familiar nouns seemed to have a strong and pungent potion smell, permeating Que An's nose.

He was a little lost in thought, and the color of his eyes changed slightly, as if they were glowing blood-red, with a bit of hostility, like a bloodthirsty beast when it caught its prey.

It's obviously a dog, how can it have such eyes.

Very strange.

Qin Yuzhi thought.

This state brought Qin Yuzhi back to yesterday's memory, he hurried up, stretched out his finger and waved in front of Que An, but the other party didn't respond:

"what happened to you?"

The red light dissipated quickly, as if nothing had happened, Que An lowered his eyes, concealing the raging emotions in his eyes, and said calmly:

"fine."

This state really doesn't seem to be all right, Qin Yuzhi frowned:

"This person is very dangerous. Whether it's because of your current appearance or to avoid Rong Chuang, you are not suitable to go out during this time."

What worried Qin Yuzhi even more was Que An's current state.

As soon as Rong Chuang was mentioned, Que An's temperament completely changed, like the tip of a knife hidden under an iceberg, which faintly made him feel a little chilly.

He suddenly began to doubt his judgment at the time.

He was always worried that Que An's identity would be discovered.

But thinking about it now, he was only worried about Que An's comfort at that time, so he only considered that Que An might be threatened, but he never thought about the possibility that Rong Chuang could not get out of that door at all?

Whose life is at stake?

Not good.

When he saw Que An's bloody eyes yesterday, he felt uneasy in his heart, and now this feeling of uneasiness is getting worse.

He always felt that Rong Chuang was cunning and dangerous, but he ignored Que An's almost bloodthirsty state at that time.

Que An must not be allowed to see Rong Chuang again, or more precisely, Rong Chuang must not be allowed to see Que An again.

Que An said lazily, his whole person seemed to have returned to his usual appearance, lazy and casual, and Diao Erlang responded casually:

"it is good."

Qin Yuzhi frowned, the bad premonition lingered in his heart, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice:

"Que An, this person is not as simple as he appears on the surface. The chain of interests behind him is very complicated. Don't mess around."

Que An took a deep look at Qin Yuzhi, laughed lightly for a while, nodded with a smile in his eyes, and said the same casual and relaxed sentence:

"it is good."

Qin Yuzhi looked at Que An with sullen eyebrows, feeling more and more uneasy:

"During this time, you are recuperating at home. I told Steward Liu to take good care of you, so you don't have to go out if you have nothing to do."

Que An's state made him have to put another layer of shackles on the opponent.

Que An looked at Qin Yuzhi dissatisfied, and pursed his lips:

"You put me under house arrest. Do you know that restricting a citizen's personal freedom is against the law?"

Qin Yuzhi put on his coat from Shanruliu, and his momentum was eight hundred steps higher than Que An:

"The definition of a citizen is a person with a nationality. You don't count. If I restrict your freedom, it's not called house arrest. It's called shutting down a pet. I'm going out. You can ask Aunt Chen to warm up your meal."

Que An: ...

As the door was slammed shut, Que An's eyes fell on the door for a long time, and after about ten minutes, he got up from the sofa, walked lazily to the coffee table, and sat down.

A sharp ceramic fruit knife is placed next to the fruit bowl, which contains several red apples and green pears.

Que An picked up the fruit knife and twirled it in his hand.

Suddenly, he turned his wrist.

With a muffled sound, the tip of the knife suddenly plunged into the red apple, piercing the core, and almost instantly, the juice gushed out.

The table was full of splashed apple juice, and the originally refreshing apple juice was sticky and dripping down.

Que An lowered his eyes, looking at the slashed apple.

After a while, I got up and picked up the apple.

After a muffled sound, the broken apple went into the trash can.

The fluffy ears fluttered with soft fluff, and cautiously raised his head, poking a small corner out uneasily.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the black hair under his body was blown up, and the owner of the head tilted his body and turned over.

Fluffy ears were startled, and quickly shrank back.

When the breathing of the people under him stabilized, he poked his head out again, looking at the outside world.

Que An slept very restlessly in his sleep. He dreamed of the scene of killing many years ago, which he often dreamed of. He also dreamed that he had horns growing on his head, weird horns.

He opened his eyes and woke up in a daze, subconsciously touched the top of his head.

Those ears still nestled obediently on his head.

He picked up the mirror and thought about the fluffy ears in the mirror.

These black fluffy ears are neither dog ears nor wolf ears, nor do they look like any other kind of animal. They are slightly shorter than rabbit ears and longer than ordinary dog ​​ears.

what is it?

Que An couldn't figure it out.

He tried poking his ear, but there was no response.

Just as he was contemplating, there was a rustling sound at the door, and he quickly pulled off a hat and put it on his head.

Butler Liu walked in, found nothing unusual, and said to Que An, "Dr. Zhao is here."

Que An nodded: "I'll be right over."

Doctor Zhao came to check Qin Yuzhi every week, and today was the day for the checkup again.

Every time I do a routine physical examination, the battle is as big as a hospital at home, and all kinds of cold and large instruments are placed on the table to measure various indicators of the body.

Dr. Zhao pulled out the needle, and labeled several tubes of bright red blood:

"Have you been taking medicine?"

Without waiting for Qin Yuzhi's answer, Que An, who had been standing beside him, said:

"Yes, the capsules are taken three times a day in the afternoon, and the granules are taken twice in the morning and evening."

Zhao Jiang raised his head and glanced at Que An.

It is said that he is a mountain boy funded by Mr. Qin, but he doesn't look malnourished.

However, Mr. Qin's recent improvement in his condition is all due to him.

He had heard from Zhao An that Mr. Qin had a lot of regular schedules recently, and it was because of a 19-year-old boy.

How ridiculous it sounds.

Until he finally saw himself today.

"Finish!"

"There is still a little more, don't let it go!"

Zhao Jiang watched in horror and forced Qin Yuzhi to drink a large bowl of Chinese medicine that was both bitter and sour. He coughed and said in a low voice:

"Actually, you don't have to finish drinking..."

Que An glanced at him coldly.

Zhao Jiang kept silent.

Cold sweat flowed.

Butler Liu stood aside, with a commonplace indifference and sense of worldliness. Dr. Zhao could tell from this indifference that he was relieved, as if a burden he had carried for a long time had been taken over by someone.

Before Que An came, Steward Liu was always in charge of feeding the medicine, but with Que An, he no longer had to chase after Qin Yuzhi every day, and check eight hundred times a day whether Qin Yuzhi had taken the medicine on time. .

Doctor Zhao believed it.

If this person can't control Qin Yuzhi, he really can't think of anyone else who can control Qin Yuzhi.

After Qin Yuzhi put down the bowl expressionlessly, he was forcefully stuffed with a soft toffee.

While backing away, trying to escape the sanction of the white rabbit, he said:

"Let me go, I stopped eating sugar when I was five years old when I took medicine."

How is it like coaxing a child.

Que An couldn't help but peel off the candy wrapper, opened his mouth directly, and stuffed it into his mouth:

"Sweet."

Dr. Zhao raised his eyes, his sharp eyes looked at Qin Yuzhi and Que An through the thin lenses, and finally stopped on the candy wrapper of the big white rabbit toffee.

I don't know if it's his illusion, why doesn't the relationship between these two people look like the relationship between funding and being funded?

The boy's aura is too strong, just standing there has a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

Not to mention that Qin Yuzhi was submissively controlled by him.

He looked away calmly, and put a 50ml transparent bottle on the table:

"The medicine you want." He paused, and couldn't help asking Qin Yuzhi, "Where did you get hurt?"

A few days ago, Qin Yuzhi asked him to bring home debridement medicine for external use from Germany, but he never mentioned where he was injured, which made him very curious.

Qin Yuzhi took the medicine and said concisely:

"Brain."

Zhao Jiang didn't notice Que An's dark complexion next to him, and after being surprised, he said sternly:

"Is it serious? Are you sure it's just a trauma? Do you need to go to the hospital for an MRI? Injury to the brain is not a trivial matter."

Qin Yuzhi smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's not broken, it can still be used."

Que An: ...

Dr. Zhao: ...?

After Doctor Zhao left, Que An took off his hat, and a pair of fluffy ears popped out again.

Qin Yuzhi took the medicine on the table and handed it to Que An.

He had used this medicine when he was injured before, and the effect was not bad, but he didn't know that it didn't work for the dog's injury.

I can't go to the hospital or find a doctor, so I can only apply a simple medicine, and I don't know if it will work.

Que An held the medicine in one hand while tilting his head, trying to find the wound, but he couldn't see it when he lowered his head, and he was still looking for the angle after searching for a long time.

Qin Yuzhi took the medicine out of his hand, squeezed out some ointment, and said concisely: "Get down."

Que An couldn't ask for more, half lying on the sofa, half pulling on his lap, and buried his head between Qin Yuzhi's legs.

Qin Yuzhi moved his body uncomfortably, and stepped back a little: "Don't get so close."

It's hot.

Que An looked at Qin Yu strangely:

"Why is it so close? Isn't this the normal distance for taking medicine?"

Why is this guy so busy.

Qin Yuzhi adhered to the principle that talking to a dog is a waste of energy, so he simply didn't fight back with Que An, and moved back a little, calmly moving a little further away from Que An's head.

Immediately afterwards, the furry head was a ball, moving back after him.

Qin Yuzhi: ...

He retreated a little more, and Tuanzi followed suit.

The legs move back again, and the dumpling moves forward again.

And so on, over and over again.

Until Qin Yuzhi finally put his back against the sofa, supported the sofa with one hand, and pressed Que An's head with the other, trying to push but couldn't:

"Okay, don't come here again."

He also didn't know how the last medicine could make him into the current posture.

Que An groaned, there was no movement, and he still didn't have the will to get up.

Forced to the end of the road, Qin Yuzhi had no choice but to ruthlessly grab Que An's hair and pull him up, trying to pull him up.

At this moment, Butler Liu walked in with the medicine:

"Master, Dr. Zhao asked me to tell you—"

Before he could speak, the scene in front of him caught his eyes unexpectedly.

Que An lay on Qin Yu's lap, and murmured a few times, Qin Yuzhi grabbed his hair with a complicated and tangled expression.

Steward Liu took a deep breath, and stood there for a while, as if he had reached a crossroads in his life, neither entering nor retreating. He just wanted to turn back the time and go back to the time before he brought the medicine into the house, secretly regretting why he couldn't control it. My own legs, do I have to come in now?

Isn't it good to stay in the kitchen peacefully? Isn't it good to be alive?

The embarrassment spread into every cell of him, standing there wishing he could dry himself into a petrified statue now.

Hearing the butler's voice, Que An raised his head, and was about to jump off the sofa to take the medicine, when he was suddenly pressed down by a pair of big hands, and then he returned to his original posture.

Qin Yuzhi whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"ear."

Que An:! ! !

He forgot he was not wearing a hat now.

Butler Liu heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw Que An supporting the sofa and was about to get off the sofa. He thought that the embarrassment was finally going to dissipate with the wind, but saw Que An move a bit, and lay down again.

Butler Liu: ...

If saying that he can't walk is an adjective, now that he can't walk is a real declarative sentence.

Why did this person take him back to lie down!

Shouldn't you pay attention to the influence in front of the old elders? !

Qin Yuzhi also maintained the posture of supporting the sofa with one hand and pressing Que An's head with the other, and explained to Butler Liu powerlessly:

"It's not what you think."

Butler Liu squeezed out a stiff smile and complained silently in his heart.

Can you say this sentence with another action?

There is someone below you lying down under you. Don't you feel guilty when you say this, and your conscience doesn't hurt?

Probably also felt that his rhetoric was not convincing, so Qin Yuzhi simply said powerlessly to Steward Liu:

"Put the medicine here, I'll drink it later."

Steward Liu breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty order, and with an understanding expression of "I understand, I understand, don't bother, don't bother", from nodding to release the medicine to bending to exit, the action was completed in less than a minute, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

The people in the room also breathed a sigh of relief.

The dog in the house rubbed against Qin Yuzhi's woolen sweater comfortably, not noticing the strange change in the atmosphere.

Qin Yuzhi crossed his arms and looked at Que An coldly: "Can you get up?"

Que An was nostalgic and reluctant to let go, he straightened up reluctantly.

At the same time, neither of them noticed that there was a hint of red at the base of the pair of fluffy ears on the head, but because the ears themselves were black, it was not obvious.

As Que An got up, a pair of ears seemed to be shy, folded the ears, and lay on top of Que An's head, as if someone was covering his face, and his body swayed from side to side.

Qin Yuzhi jumped off the sofa, grabbed the bottle of medicine, threw it into Que An's arms, turned and left.

Que An quickly grabbed the medicine with quick eyesight, and hurriedly chased after him: "Didn't you give me the medicine!"

With a slam, the door of the bedroom was slammed shut, and there was a voice with anger and a trace of unknown emotion:

"Go up yourself!"

Que An pouted.

Cheapskate.

Que An was self-reliant and finished administering the medicine to himself. After the application, the pain was so painful that half his life was almost gone. After the end, he lay down on the sofa in a large font.

A pair of small ears were also wilted, drooping in pain, the left ear rubbed against the right ear, and rubbed each other's ear tips to relieve the pain.

Que An felt itchy from being rubbed, and felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

As soon as Xiao Er saw the hand stretched out, he immediately kept quiet and stood straight on the spot, just like the two little mushrooms standing in a military posture, not daring to move at all.

Que An touched the wound, feeling something was wrong.

The place I touched only felt pain, not itching, so where did the itching just now come from?

He couldn't figure it out, picked up the mirror and looked at it, and carefully observed the ears on his head.

There is nothing on the head except the pair of ears, and the fluffy ears are standing on the spot motionless.

strangeness.

Forget it, it might be his hallucination.

In the following days, he sneaked out to look for Qi Shu several times, but the door of the other party was locked, and he didn't know where he went.

Butler Liu didn't know what was going on recently. Ever since he ran into him and Qin Yu on the sofa that day, the days that followed were very strange.

Occasionally, I watched him hesitate to speak, as if he wanted to come forward to say something to him, but when he met his eyes, he hurriedly avoided it, as if he couldn't avoid it.

This sense of strangeness was especially evident when he and Qin Yuzhi were eating at the same table.Although Liu Butler, as a professional butler, has high quality as a butler, Que An could still keenly feel the strangeness in Liu Butler's eyes when he looked at him and Qin Yu.

He rubbed the center of his brows, terrified by such eyes, knocked on the plate and whispered to Qin Yuzhi:

"Is Steward Liu alright?"

Qin Yuzhi took a sip of porridge:

"fine."

He just thought we had something to do.

Just as he was secretly poking his head and talking to Qin Yuzhi, the emotion called "heartbroken" appeared again in Liu Butler's eyes.

After eating a meal, Que An was startled. After Butler Liu left, he let out a long sigh of relief and was about to get up when he suddenly felt dizzy, his body was out of control, as if it wasn't his own. Immediately afterwards, he fell back heavily. on the chair.

The moment he closed his eyes, in the gap that neither of them noticed, the color of his eyes suddenly turned red, and then quickly faded away.

Unknowingly.

Qin Yuzhi hurriedly stood up: "What's the matter, are you okay?"

Que An rubbed his temples and said, "It's okay, maybe I was too anxious when I got up."

Qin Yuzhi was still worried:

"Is your body structure consistent with that of human beings? I will ask Zhao Jiang to check it for you tomorrow."

Que An shook his head:

"It's not a big problem, it's just that I got up a little anxiously, and the wound has almost recovered in the past few days."

Since he was born, he has survived by relying on strength and natural healing, and he has long been used to it, not to mention that his injuries are almost healed.

There shouldn't be any major problems.

Que An thought.

Qin Yuzhi nodded, seeing that his expression returned to normal, his heart slowed down a little, but for some reason, he was always a little uneasy.

Maybe he thought too much, Qin Yuzhi shook his head.

Soon it will be evening.

Silent night.

The alarm clock on the bedside table slowly pointed to twelve, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

As if responding to the sound, in the darkness, the boy lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Then, Que An turned over and got up, sat on the big bed, stared at the blank wall with confusion and laziness, and immediately after that, traces of blood mist appeared in a pair of eyes, and he looked around with curiosity.

Through the eyes of the blood mist, everything in the darkness seems to be covered with a thin layer of red veil, and the color is ambiguous.

The boy sat on the bed for a long time.

Then, as if he had made a decision, he lifted the quilt, got up slowly, and walked out the door.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1621:31:08~2020-11-1721:40:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 star in the dark night;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: a pancake pan, 10 bottles of stars in the dark night; 2 bottles of crossing the spring during the day;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!