When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

In the dark night with a cool breeze, Bian Shao got out of the car, turned his wheelchair and looked back for some reason, he always felt that the red sports car parked so ostentatiously outside the marshal's residence was very unsuitable.

"Did you just buy this car?" Bian Shao also noticed that the car was very new, but there were dents on the front.

The butler waited for them at the door for a long time. Hearing this, he smiled: "This is a birthday present from our marshal. I wanted to drive it out as a surprise for you, but it crashed into a tree."

Bian Shao was dazed again, looking at Xiao An, the expression on his face instantly became extremely complicated, half happy and half worried.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, it was just a minor accident." The housekeeper said.

But Bian Shao still stopped. He turned around and was facing the man in the wheelchair. He looked carefully from top to bottom, and he was relieved when he found that there was no sign. He bent down slightly, with a smile on his face. , asked: "Can I drive out for a while?"

"Now?"

Just as Bian Shao was about to nod his head, he met those careless and cold eyes, and suddenly changed the topic: "How could it be? I was just picked up by you, An An..."

"If you want to go out, go out," Xiao An glanced at him, and rolled the wheelchair forward, only his voice remained, "I can't lock you up either."

Under the blurred light, Xiao An's figure became farther and farther away, and also more and more unpredictable.

Bian Shao stood at the door in a daze, and the butler beside him shook his head: "The marshal actually realized that he was overly emotional when he was in Xiao's house. He bought the car and dessert tonight and waited for you to go home, but he never did, so Just...don't worry about it."

Bian Shao was silent and shook his head: "I just wonder if I'm really immature, which makes him feel so insecure."

There was a cool breeze, the housekeeper couldn't say anything for a moment, he just sighed.

The two clearly cared about each other and got close to each other, but they were still awkward.

When Bian Shao heard the sigh in his ear, he suddenly smiled, with two canine teeth showing from his lips, revealing a cheerful look.

"We are at odds, why do you feel that you are more anxious than me?"

The housekeeper said: "Of course, I watched the marshal grow up. He managed to get some sweets, and I can't bear his bitterness."

The two talked slowly and entered the door. The living room lights were still on, but there was no one there, and the marshal had already gone upstairs.

There are desserts on the table, which are chocolate dirty buns.

Bian Shao quickly carried the dessert upstairs to find someone to eat with him. He went straight to the third floor, stopped to admire the white flowers all over the wall, and went to the bedroom, but found no one.

After thinking about it, he went to the darkest corner of the corridor, which was the studio.

Pushing open the door, it was dark. In his memory, there were a lot of art supplies and discarded boxes piled up in the studio. Bian Shao cautiously lowered his head, tiptoed to explore the way, and at the same time asked cautiously, "Are you there, An'an?"

For a long time, the only answer to him was the faint sound of touching something at his feet.

Bian Shao was not going to turn on the light anymore, he turned around in disappointment, and was going to the next place—the study.

But at this time, he heard a deep voice from behind: "Turn on the light."

Bian Shao smiled, fumbling with his hand, and the darkness and depression in the room were instantly dispelled. He raised his eyes to look at the source of Cai's voice: "An'an, I want to go out to play..."

But at this sight, his smile froze suddenly.

Xiao An was sitting by the window with his back straight. There was a huge easel standing in front of him, and the drawing paper was white, without any trace of painting.

A drawing board with colorful paints is placed at his feet.

Xiao An didn't have a paintbrush in his hand, only a gun. He lowered his eyes and wiped.

Hearing the sound, he sat on the wheelchair and wiped his gun, and even looked at him with a smile: "What did you say?"

Some paints in the studio give off some smell, the windows are open for ventilation in the studio, it may be a bit cold from the wind, Bian Shao's exposed neck and arms are finely covered with goosebumps.

"I want to go out to play," Bian Shao found his voice after a long time, he straightened his tongue and said, "Follow you."

"……why?"

"You think I love to play, and I think it's outrageous, so I decided to take you to those places where I played, and let you ask the people there."

...

It's nearly one or two o'clock now.

"I'm not that boring." Xiao An frowned, and simply cleaned up those cares, and was about to go out, but was stopped.

Holding a dirty chocolate bag by the side, she put it on her cheek and blinked: "How about having dessert together?"

…………

There is a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes on the side. This pair of chess eyes has been praised by countless seniors in the entertainment industry, "It is affectionate to look at wood, and it can make wood come alive."

On the stage, he is the main dancer, but he rarely uses his peach eyes as a wink discharge on purpose, even if the fans beg him, he doesn't, because he feels greasy.

But this time, Bian Shao felt different, he was coaxing his marshal.

"Is it okay?" Bian Shaoli was confident and double-standard, and he opened his peach eyes again, staring at the person, and asked.

He was blocking the door, he was the main dancer anyway, he was one of the best in stature, and he was also tall, so he could easily cover people.

In fact, Xiao An had a gun in his hand, but he slowly put the pistol in, slightly raised his eyelids, and said lightly: "Eating dessert at night will bring higher calories, make you fat, and cause osteoporosis, senescence……"

"You are the lead dancer of a men's group, how can you eat?"

Bian Shao: "..."

In an instant, he thought of a big fat man with limp white hair jumping on the stage...

Help SOS.

But he bought all the desserts and kept them in his hands, how could Bian Shao have the nerve to let them go.

With a dignified expression, he hesitated and said, "But it won't hurt if you eat it once."

Xiao An glanced at him.

"Forget it." Bian Shao still gave up, he turned around, and was about to go downstairs to put the dessert in the refrigerator, before leaving, he kissed someone affectionately, "I'll be back soon, I'll take a shower later. "

Sweaty all over in the snack street, Bian Shao himself dislikes himself, so he has the nerve to go to bed with Xiao An.

Xiao An stared into his eyes, his indifference softened, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Bian Shao happily went downstairs, quickly finished his battle bath, swept past like the wind, went upstairs, and then flew to the bed as soon as he entered the warm bedroom.

The bed was sunken by him, and it bounced up slightly.

Xiao An turned his back on his back, closed his eyes, and didn't bother to care.

Anyway, it will be like this next time, he is also used to Bian Shao who is bluffing like this.

The lights went out, and the bedroom was reduced to a dark and vague outline.

The bed was very big, Bian Shao moved slowly, put his hand lightly on the side of Xiao An's arm, and he tried it out.

"The head of the Xiao family is in prison, so are you in charge of the Xiao family now?"

"Ah."

"Then Xiao Leng is now..." Bian Shao pondered his words, but did not use the word "mother".

The relationship between Xiao An and his mother is too complicated, Bian Shao doesn't know how Xiao An will deal with this person.

When he said this name, he obviously felt the body under his hand was slightly stiff and tense.

"She still lives in Xiao's house, but the real power is not in her hands." Xiao An paused for a few seconds, his voice was low, "It's in my hands."

Bian Shao Ruoyou couldn't tell that Xiao An didn't want the Xiao family, or that he hated everything about the Xiao family.

So he just wanted to use the Xiao family to threaten Xiao Leng to hand over the medicinal material.

This is an extremely sad thing.

Xiao An just wanted to stand up again, he needed that herb, his mother obviously had it, but he still needed what Xiao An threatened.

What will the outside world say about Xiao An?Said that he was rebellious, sent his father to prison, and threatened his mother.

Bian Shao paused for a few seconds, slowly groped for Xiao An's arm, held his hand, and interlocked his fingers.

"I'm sorry." Bian Shao approached him lightly, Xiao An had an obvious lemon fragrance, which made Bian Shao's nerves relax, and his next words became more logical, "Under such circumstances, I shouldn't propose to pretend to leave Your plan, I should always stand by your side."

"Forgive me, please?" Bian Shao's nose was straight, and he rubbed the man's back with a clear sense of presence.

"........."

Bian Shao almost thought that he would not get a reply, he held hands with Xiao An, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Only then did Xiao An turn over, and lightly clenched his hand, under the cover of the night, those black eyes were terrifyingly deep.

In the bedroom for a long time, Xiao An's voice whispered "um": "Forgive you."

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probably over soon