Fall in love on the scumbag variety show

Two identical faces appeared in front of Wang Ye, and it was almost instantly possible to tell who was the man who was with him day and night. The sense of intimacy in those eyes soothed his flustered heartbeat and calmed his nerves.

Seeing Wang Ye staring at him stupidly, Shen Sihou resisted the severe pain in his palms and moved the corners of his lips to smile at him. He clutched his suit and covered Wang Ye's bare chest. own arm.

Shen Sihou was staggered by Wang Ye's rushing action, and subconsciously hugged his waist. Wang Ye grabbed his palm with cold hands, held it carefully, and spread out his palm, which was burned by the high-temperature metal, and dropped a coin. Flesh and flesh, big and small, bloody, Wang Ye's facial features were wrinkled together, he raised his head and stared at himself anxiously, "The temperature is too high, it's so hot...it will be infected..."

Shen Sibo pushed Wang Ye away, grabbed Shen Sihou's palm, and yelled at the bodyguard: "Call the doctor in!"

He even acted like a brother and taught Shen Sihou a lesson, "Don't you fucking know that your hands can't be injured? This is a burn! Muscle and nerve necrosis, do you still want to use a scalpel? Where's your brain?"

Shen Sihou ignored Shen Sibo's scolding, and kept his eyes on Wang Ye. He stood there with his head bowed, his disheveled hair covered the expression on his face, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.

Wang Ye clenched his blood-stained palm, his whole body trembling with rage, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was extremely low, "Let him go..."

Shen Sibo turned around and asked puzzledly: "What?"

Wang Ye roared: "You have no right to touch him!"

Shen Sibo sneered, "He's my younger brother, I don't care about him, let you come? Funny!"

Shen Sibo faced Shen Sihou and pushed him down to sit on the sofa.

Wang Ye's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the ashtray placed on the coffee table, approached it step by step, and threw it at Shen Sibo's head.

Shen Sihou pushed Shen Sibo away, hugged Wang Ye in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Hush...shh..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine?" Shen Sihou repeated repeatedly, making sure that Wang Ye could listen, "Is that right?"

Wang Ye struggled in his arms, Shen Sihou stroked Wang Ye's cheek with one hand, forcing him to look directly into his eyes, "Wang Ye, it's all right, you're all right, we're safe now."

Shen Sihou pressed against Wang Ye's forehead, the two of them were very close, their hot breath fell on each other's cheeks, Shen Sihou tried to warm his body with his chest, Wang Ye stared at Shen Sihou's appearance, his lips trembled Trembling, the words choked in his throat and made a sound.

He let go of his palm, and the ashtray hit the ground with a loud bang, Shen Sibo only then noticed what Wang Ye wanted to do.

Shen Sibo sneered, "If you dare to do this, you know that I can sue you for bankruptcy, put you in prison, and your stardom will stop here."

Shen Sihou put his arms around Wang Ye, raised his head and looked at Shen Sibo, "Are you really worried about my hand, or are you worried that Dad will know that you have played off and hurt your own brother?"

Shen Sibo's face was gloomy, "You doubt me?"

Shen Sihou took a deep breath, "Never, but I will warn you one last time, don't provoke him."

"Otherwise I won't stop him from doing what he is doing, then I won't be the one who should be lying in a pool of blood now."

Shen Sibo was disdainful, "Do you think he can threaten me?"

Shen Sihou smiled, "I don't know if dad Wei threatens you?"

Shen Sibo gritted his teeth, and stared at Shen Sihou displeasedly.

Shen Sihou raised his palm, "I am the one who is injured now, dad will be very worried, I wonder if he will take back the company's executive power because of this matter?"

Although the wound is very painful, it is worth it. Remove the festering abscess in the heart and wait for regeneration.

Shen Sihou looked at Wang Ye, took him away, and said before walking out the door: "You won, enjoy your victory."

Shen Sibo stared at them leaving, showing a meaningful smile, he turned on the phone and couldn't wait to share his joy with another person.

On the way back, Wang Ye calmly stared at the street scene outside the car window, his shoulders suddenly sank, he turned his head, and Shen Sihou leaned his head sideways on his shoulder.

Wang Ye stiffened his body, "Hello?"

Shen Sihou closed his eyes and hummed lazily, but didn't stand up, the conflict between them hadn't been resolved yet, he didn't know what Wang Ye was thinking, Shen Sihou didn't want to guess, his head was dizzy.

Wang Ye swallowed, stretched out his hand to prop up Shen Sihou's forehead only to realize that his body temperature was terribly hot, "You have a fever!"

He let go of his hand, and Shen Sihou's head fell on his shoulder again.

Shen Sihou stretched out his palm and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, "38 degrees nine, uncomfortable."

Wang Ye was surprised, and said: "Of course it's uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital first for your hand!"

Shen Sihou shook his head, "I've already called the doctor to wait for me, don't worry this level won't affect me, you don't have to blame yourself."

Wang Ye muttered: "It was your brother who did the evil, why should I blame myself?"

Shen Sihou narrowed his eyes, "That's good."

Wang Ye looked at Shen Sihou in embarrassment, and the two of them stopped talking.

"Hiss—" Shen Sihou took a sharp breath, and Wang Ye immediately grabbed his injured wrist, "Damn it, don't move this hand, if it is really infected, it will be over!"

Shen Sihou smiled triumphantly, leaned against Wang Ye's neck, and murmured, "It hurts..."

Wang Ye's brows were about to kink, "How can it not hurt if it's scalded like this, damn it, is your brother a beast!"

"You like people like him?"

Shen Sihou was displeased, "Who said I like him?"

This was the first time Wang Ye mentioned the dispute between the two that day, "I heard what you said with my own ears, brother or something."

Shen Sihou's mood fluctuated slightly, "Why do I like someone who looks exactly like me? Then I might as well be narcissistic!"

Wang Ye laughed, narcissistic, haha ​​thanks to his thinking, "But..."

Shen Sihou said dissatisfiedly: "No but, you misheard, don't mention it any more!"

Wang Ye: "Well...then why..."

Shen Sihou: "Shut up."

Wang Ye glanced at him displeased.

Shen Sihou whispered, "It hurts..."

Wang Ye stared at the bloody wound, and said sadly, "If you didn't hold it so tightly, it wouldn't be so serious. How could you lose such a large piece of flesh." He was in a dilemma, "There is nothing to help you now. Pain relief? Why don't you hold on? It'll be here soon, okay?"

Shen Sihou looked away, if he didn't tear off that piece of flesh with all his strength, would he want his name to be imprinted on his palm? It's disgusting to think about it.But if it really burned on Wang Ye, Shen Sihou restrained the inexplicable emotions in his heart, stared into Wang Ye's eyes, and said lightly, "Then you can blow it up for me."

ah?Wang Ye blinked, "Does it really work?"

Shen Sihou didn't expect that he would really agree, and put it into action, feeling a cool wind passing over his palm, Wang Ye carefully helped him blow the wound, Shen Sihou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Okay. "

Shen Sihou leaned on Wang Ye's shoulder, he turned his face and asked, "Does it work?"

Shen Sihou said with a smile: "Actually, it's easier to get infected this way."

Wang Ye was taken aback, and immediately moved away from his wound, "Damn! Then let me blow it up for you!"

"Hiss..." Shen Sihou took a deep breath, this terrible line.

Wang Ye didn't realize it yet, "Why does it hurt again?"

Shen Sihou had had enough trouble, and leaned tiredly on Wang Ye's shoulder, but couldn't settle down for a while, stretched out his uninjured hand to untie the shapeless gauze wrapped around Wang Ye's palm.

"You?" Wang Ye wanted to stop him, but he couldn't move Shen Sihou's burned palm with one hand.

Shen Sihou said softly: "I'll check it out, go back and let the doctor take a look at it for you."

Wang Ye said, "I'm fine."

But Shen Sihou insisted, so he had no choice but to stay still.

Shen Sihou's breath fell on Wang Ye's neck, and the abnormal heat wave made Wang Ye itchy.

Shen Sihou's left hand was held by Wang Ye, and he went to check the wound on his other hand, an accidental wound, in the same position.

The car stopped outside the villa, Wang Ye got out of bed first, supported Shen Sihou's arm, the two walked in the gate, Shen Sihou leaned into Wang Ye's ear and whispered: "It was photographed again."

The sweat on Wang Ye's forehead didn't come down, "What are you thinking about so much now? Just shoot it, do you still want your hands?"

Shen Sihou smiled, "I want it."

The two walked into the RV, and the doctor was already waiting here. Wang Ye's wound had been treated by Shen Sihou, and it was good to leave it to the nurse to re-bandage it. He stared at the doctor as Shen Sihou treated the wound, "Will there be a scar?"

The doctor nodded, "It will definitely be to this extent."

Wang Ye is not as free and easy as he said, Shen Sihou can not help himself at all, just like Shen Sihou said on the phone that he can give himself all the material compensation he wants, then this scar will appear on his body.

Shen Sihou advised him, "Scars can be removed by plastic surgery, don't worry."

Wang Ye looked at him silently.

Shen Sihou added, "I will not allow him to do evil on me and leave traces."

Wang Ye asked: "What do you want to drink, I'll pour it by the way."

Shen Sihou said lightly: "Orange juice, it tastes bitter."

Wang Ye nodded, walked to the refrigerator and saw the bottle of liqueur that he had broken in the trash can next to him, sighed, and walked back to the bedroom with a glass of orange juice.

In the end, Shen Sihou was nowhere to be seen, and the doctor was packing up the medicine, "Where is the other person? He has a fever, where did he go?"

The doctor raised his head and said, "Oh, Mr. Shen went out after answering the phone call. Let's go back first."

"Okay, thank you." Wang Ye sent the doctor and assistant nurse outside the caravan and left.

He saw Shen Sihou standing outside the gate of the villa. The man in front of him was about the same height as Shen Sihou. Wang Ye was surprised by the man's appearance, handsome and aggressive.

Especially those eyes, Wang Ye remembered Shen Sihou's appearance when he squinted his eyes dangerously, and also thought of Shen Sibo's appearance when he was ruthless. Although the eye shapes were different, the look remained the same, exactly the same.

Wang Ye recalled the conversation between Shen Sihou and Shen Sibo that day, "Even if you don't admit it, all we get is his love for his brother who has no blood relationship."

So this is their eldest brother?A man that Shen Sihou likes but refuses to mention?White Moonlight?

Wang Ye didn't care about other things, thinking of Shen Sibo's actions, he rushed over and asked, "Excuse me, are you their brother?"

"Please take good care of your brother, don't let him come out to ruin people again."