When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Bian Shao was yelled downstairs.

During breakfast, the marshal did not go downstairs either. He sat alone at the dining table and ate his rice dumpling, feeling dull.

"Butler, why don't you sit down and eat with me."

The housekeeper shook his head: "We can't break the rules."

Bian Shao was suddenly discouraged. There were too many rules in this manor, like a prison, tightly suppressing the people inside.

He sat in silence for a long time, but decided to go out to work in the afternoon.

It's good to eat soft rice, but a home-cooked husband has no dignity.Uh, Bian Shao doesn't seem to know how to cook either.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the travel program of the boy group members is still being recorded, and the program team has urged Bian Shao several times.

Bian Shao fell asleep at noon, walked to the dining table in the hall with sleepy eyes and wobbled, ready to eat, but he was still the only one at the dining table.

"Where's the marshal?" Bian Shao lowered his voice and asked the housekeeper.

There was a hint of worry in the butler's eyes, and he seemed helpless: "Since the marshal suffered from leg problems on the battlefield, he often stays on the third floor all day without eating anything."

"I'll go up and have a look at him." Bian Shao frowned and remained silent for a long time before saying.

The butler hurriedly stood in front of him: "No, the marshal does not allow anyone on the third floor, you will be punished..."

"I was on the third floor this morning," Bian Shao waved his hand, choosing a playful way of saying, "I'm still alive."

The butler stared straight at the handsome face of the young man in front of him, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Yes, is it?"

Bian Shao nodded, bypassed the butler, and went straight upstairs.

He still couldn't help shivering when he stepped onto the stairs on the third floor. The corridor was so long that he couldn't see the end at a glance. Under the dim light, the walls were not decorated with gorgeous decorations, only a lot of stumps...

He took a deep breath and opened the door following his memory.

With a "squeak", he seemed to be standing on the edge of darkness, a faint light from behind entered the dark room, and also illuminated the man by the window.

The black curtains were closed tightly, Bian Shao didn't know what the man was looking at without moving.

He only heard the man's low and indifferent voice: "Didn't I tell you to get out? Why do you want to come back?"

Bian Shao entered the door, put the dinner plate in a corner of the chaotic studio, then approached him acquaintancely, and said jokingly: "I can't bear you."

The man's back moved slightly, as if disgusted: "Don't say such things."

However, Bian Shao heard a slight trill under the indifferent tone.

Xiao An didn't know.

He clearly said that he wanted Bian Shao to roll, but his stagnant emotions would fluctuate because of Bian Shao, and he wanted to get closer.

It seems that somewhere, he and this young idol should be closely related to each other.

Xiao An didn't understand, he clenched the curtain tightly, almost unable to control his killing intent.

He hated losing control of his palms.

The finger bones turned white, and there was a faint smell of blood overflowing from the palm.

The young man beside him suddenly squatted down, raised his hand as if unintentionally, and gently covered him.

The cold touch soothed the restlessness in his heart.

Xiao An frowned, turned his head, and wanted to ask why, but he didn't have time to make a sound, the curtains suddenly rustled, and in an instant, bright sunlight came in.

Xiao An subconsciously wanted to block it, but someone was faster than his instinct.

The young man's cold palms gently covered his eyes.

After a short period of discomfort, Xiao An paused and pushed away, his face full of anger.

Under the sun, the corners of the man's lips curled up, his peach-like eyes glowed softly, and he jokingly said, "Even if you don't worry about your own eyes, you should also consider my eyesight? I'm a dancer on stage, when the time comes Crooked, sprained my foot and fell off the stage..."

"As disabled as me?" Xiao An said coldly.

Bian Shao was slightly startled, and then said seriously: "Then we can watch the sunset in a wheelchair."

Literary and artistic films act like this.

Xiao An: ...

"Forget it," he said.

"Huh?" Bian Shao didn't quite understand: "Forget what?"

Xiao An didn't say much, for a moment he really thought that after the man broke his leg...

But when he saw the man's handsome face, he quickly sobered up again, and he felt it was a pity.

The young man who was sweating on the stage moved neatly, with a clean and dazzling youthful look on his body, and his eyes were like stars, shining brilliantly.

Countless people in the audience, waving light signs to cheer for him, shouted for him in the starlight.

Bian Shao seems to be born to stand in the center of the crowd, even among the scarce and precious omegas, he will become the favorite of the group.It's such a pity that such a person broke his leg and fell into darkness.

Maybe it's because people in the sun are warm, Bian Shao squinted his eyes, and didn't pay attention to what the man beside him said.

He suddenly thought of something, and said: "I'm going to work later, the variety show asked our boy group to travel to the south, and it may take more than 20 days for me to come back."

"Hmm." The people around him responded in a low voice.

Bian Shao: ...

that's all? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Although he expected Marshal Xiao to be indifferent, he didn't expect that he would only spit out an "um" from his throat.

Not only that, Xiao An was also reticent, and said to Bian Shao: "Go out."

Bian Shao was about to be kicked out of the studio again. With his head drooping, he walked out step by step, and his slippers slipped on the floor making a "creak—" sound.

The man sitting by the window looking out turned his head and looked at his back because he didn't know.

Bian Shao noticed it and turned around immediately, his eyes sparkling. "I'm leaving now, can you go out with me and take a walk with me?" He scratched at the door.

"No." Xiao An was still very cold, but this time he looked away unnaturally, and didn't want to see those eyes dim.

"OK then."

At noon, the sun was high, and the sun shone on the lake, sparkling.Bian Shao wiped the sweat from his forehead, reluctantly lowered the cap and put on the mask under the kindly instructions of the housekeeper.

He was about to get in the business car and leave, but he was still standing on the lawn beside the villa, looking up into the slightly open curtain on the third floor.

But nothing was seen.

The housekeeper said softly beside him: "My marshal hasn't opened the curtains for a long time."

"He's just not good at words, but for you, he's special enough."

Bian Shao nodded: "I understand." He was not surprised at all, after all, he felt that he was different, and he was just enough for others to treat him special.

He just wanted to say a few more words to the marshal before leaving.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "That may not work, my marshal usually doesn't come to the lawn after he breaks his leg..."

"Then it's different now."

Bian Shao's drooping brows and eyes suddenly overflowed with pure joy, he looked behind the butler, and his voice was also directed at the person behind the butler: "Aren't you not coming?"

Romance always happens when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

The butler was very good at watching the occasion, and left quietly.

Bian Shao walked quickly to the man in the wheelchair, smiling, "I'm surprised." He squatted down, held the handles on both sides of the wheelchair, and kept eye level with the man.

Because of this accommodating, he knelt on one knee on the lawn, and the white ankle exposed under the trousers sank into the soft grass.

Bian Shao didn't feel it at all, he was happy now, his expression was as excited as kneeling on one knee to propose to someone.

Xiao An pursed his lips, looked at the soil on the man's ankle, and remained silent for a long time.

Painters usually paint the lawn green, and the fluffy green grass is dotted with many beautiful flowers, perhaps, a beautiful and dazzling lover can also be added.

The man's throat moved slightly and he raised his hand.

Only then did Bian Shao realize that the man was still holding a cluster of pure white flowers.It was the handful he gave Xiao An.

Bian Shao raised his eyes immediately, surprised and asked again.

Xiao An didn't get used to it, he avoided Bian Shao's bright eyes, and whispered slightly: "This farewell is a gift in return."

Bian Shao was stunned, maybe his lips were a little dry, he licked it, and then asked very gentlemanly: "Can I kiss you?"

It's a pity not to kiss this scene.

Xiao An: "...Impossible."

He is mentally clean, and will only kiss the only person he thinks he loves in his life.Before... it was just an accident.

What's more, he is a rigid and serious person in his bones, and he doesn't know how to kiss outside.

But Bian Shao is different.He is used to dissoluteness, and it is indeed very difficult for him to follow the rules.

Bian Shao curled his lips: "Okay."

When the time came, he turned around and prepared to leave. The sun was scorching, and on the asphalt avenue, he waved and blew a kiss to a man in a wheelchair on the lawn from afar.

There was a scorching sun above his head, and there was no one around Xiao An, recalling the young man's back, his throat rolled, and it was rare to feel that something was missing in his body.

Then the butler came and pushed him upstairs.

Xiao An suddenly said: "In the kitchen..."

The butler said pleasantly: "Do you finally want to eat? There are still a few rice dumplings in the kitchen, which were brought by Mr. Bian's house, and they are still hot. Mr. Bian specially ordered..."

"Okay." Xiao An interrupted the housekeeper's endless chatter.

The housekeeper became quiet, but he still couldn't help saying.

"Although it's just a fake marriage, Mr. Bian really treats you very well."

So is it possible, give it a try?

The author has something to say:

Bian Bian: Butler, you will be my 1 treasures from now on, I love you mua~

For a moment I wanted to write:

The housekeeper said softly beside him: "My marshal hasn't shit for a long time."

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Vulgar language, vulgar language!