Scum attack, he wants to change his mind

The puddles on the ground reflected the miniature of the night sky, and the sound of the rain gradually disappeared in the mid-air, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the beating of two hearts could be heard.

"What are you talking about, you like me?" Song Xingfei blinked blankly, and Jiang Chongyuan's face was reflected in his pupils. Even though that face was wet, it was precious like a god, and there was a twinkle in his reddish eyes. A complex look.

"I've always liked Brother Fei, only Brother Fei couldn't see it." Jiang Chongyuan lowered his eyes in disappointment, and said softly: "In Brother Fei's eyes, I'm just a puppy picked up by the side of the road, and I can be kicked aside at will. , of course I don't care..."

Song Xingfei still looked at Jiang Chongyuan in shock, his eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't understand, and he couldn't believe that Jiang Chongyuan actually liked him.

As for himself, Song Xingfei couldn't hear his own voice for a while, and he didn't dare to listen to his inner response.

"I didn't treat you like a puppy." Song Xingfei lowered his head and sighed.

Jiang Chongyuan looked at Song Xingfei calmly, and asked, "Then what am I in Brother Fei's heart?"

"It's a very important person in my heart." Song Xingfei replied.

"It's just someone very important?" Jiang Chongyuan tilted his head slightly, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears from the corner of his eyes, and Song Xingfei's whole heart was pulled together.

He didn't know whether this secret emotion was heartache or guilt. Jiang Chongyuan's confession was frank and sincere, but he flinched and dared not respond.

"I..." Song Xingfei opened his mouth, and when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw a dark red stain on the side of Jiang Chongyuan's pants.

The trousers were originally black in color, with a series of irregular white printed patterns on the diagonal side, which were now stained by large bloodstains.

"Chongyuan, are you injured?" Song Xingfei had difficulty breathing. He stepped forward and reached out to check Jiang Chongyuan's wound, but Jiang Chongyuan pushed him away gently.

"It's nothing important." Jiang Chongyuan said in a low voice with a nonchalant expression.

Song Xingfei didn't listen to him, and squatted down to look at the pool of dark red blood. The blood was stained with dirt. Song Xingfei looked up along the line of sight, holding Jiang Chongyuan's ankle tremblingly, his breath was disturbed, "Don't Move, where is the injury? Tell me."

Jiang Chongyuan was silent for a moment, and slowly rolled up the hem of his T-shirt. A hideous knife wound crawled on his white waist. The wound was still bleeding. Most of the blood was washed away by the rain, and some of it was glued together. On a black T-shirt.

Song Xingfei looked at the shocking wound and was almost speechless for a moment.

Jiang Chongyuan comforted him indifferently and said: "Brother Fei, I'm fine, look, it doesn't hurt." After finishing speaking, Jiang Chongyuan poked the surface of the opened flesh with his fingers, and then "hissed", showing a distressed expression. Smile: "It really doesn't hurt."

"Come in with me." Song Xingfei straightened up, frowned, grabbed Jiang Chongyuan's wrist, and led him into the room involuntarily.

Jiang Chongyuan didn't push back any more, his eyes moved calmly on Song Xingfei's anxious face, without any emotion.

Seeing Song Xingfei getting soaked like this, Lao Zhou was startled and blurted out:

"Young, young master, didn't you go to eat with Miss Lin? Why did you get so wet!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Lao Zhou saw the figure behind Song Xingfei, staring at him motionlessly with a pair of deep eyes filled with coldness.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lao Zhou's back, "Jiang...Master Jiang is also here, oh, it's so drenched. I'll ask the servant to cook some ginger soup for the young master and young master Jiang to drive away the cold."

Song Xingfei stopped Lao Zhou and said, "Go and call the surgeon from last time first."

Lao Zhou was still under the shadow of Song Xingfei's last injury, and his heart sank when he heard the word "doctor", and he unconsciously glanced in Jiang Chongyuan's direction.

Why is it that every time the young master is injured is related to young master Jiang?

Song Xingfei saw Lao Zhou's suspicion, and said softly, "Chong Yuan is injured, Lao Zhou, let the doctor come over as soon as possible."

……

After Jiang Chongyuan's wound was treated, there was no serious problem. The female doctor put the disinfectant back into the medical box, and looked up to see the two people in the room who were flirting with each other. After hair, and don't get in the water, I patted my butt and left.

After the doctor left.

"Fortunately, it's a skin injury." Song Xingfei finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes still stayed on the white gauze wrapped around Jiang Chongyuan's waist. Are you in any trouble?"

Jiang Chongyuan's eyes were full of smiles, sticking tightly to Song Xingfei's face like spider threads. He felt that Song Xingfei's expression at the moment was particularly pleasing to the eye.

He likes the present situation very much, Song Xingfei's heart and eyes are all about him.

"What are you smirking, talk." Song Xingfei tapped Jiang Chongyuan's forehead gently.

Jiang Chongyuan immediately pretended to be in pain and let out an "ow", which made Song Xingfei's wrist tremble in fright, almost thinking that he had really hurt him.

After reacting, Song Xingfei looked at him helplessly and amusedly, "Do you know it hurts now? Didn't you just talk hard?" After finishing speaking, Song Xingfei blew on the hot ginger soup brought upstairs by the servant. After confirming that the temperature was suitable, he handed it to Jiang Chongyuan road:

"Drink this."

"Brother Fei, where are you going?" Song Xingfei stood up as soon as Jiang Chongyuan took the soup bowl. He subconsciously straightened his waist from the bed, and suddenly stretched to the wound. Jiang Chongyuan frowned, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Song Xingfei hadn't noticed Jiang Chongyuan's subtle expression change, turned around and said, "The doctor said you can't take a bath now, but you still need to wash your hair. You lie still and I'll help you."

Jiang Chongyuan pursed his lips, and obediently stopped moving. He watched Song Xingfei come and go several times, moved the basin, chair, and shampoo to the bedside, his eyelids twitched, and said, "Brother Fei , You don’t have to do this, I can do it myself.”

"Little ancestor, lie down quickly." Song Xingfei really loved and hated Jiang Chongyuan's tough and brave character.

Jiang Chongyuan moved over slowly, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Fei, the doctor said that the wound should not be wet. Since you need to wash, how about just washing your hair? I want to take a bath, so Brother Fei also wants to help me?"

Song Xingfei's face turned red in an instant, and his breathing became hot: "What did you say?"

"You're blushing." Jiang Chongyuan's breath moved closer: "Brother Fei, why don't you admit that you like me too?"

In order to prove that he is not that kind of frivolous man, Song Xingfei had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept Jiang Chongyuan's proposal, pretending to help Jiang Chongyuan into the bathroom naturally, but when Jiang Chongyuan slowly took off his clothes, revealing his white and elastic firm muscles At that time, Song Xingfei was still blushing in a hopeless manner, and hurriedly looked away.

Jiang Chongyuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but he pretended not to know anything and said, "Brother Fei, I'm fine, please trouble you."

Song Xingfei's face turned red, and he carefully held the shower head, fine and warm water droplets sprinkled on Jiang Chongyuan's hair, Jiang Chongyuan slightly raised his head, letting Song Xingfei rub his hair with his palms full of shampoo foam.

The foam mixed together and made a slight splashing sound. Song Xingfei's movements were very careful, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes. The gentle movements of rubbing made Jiang Chongyuan feel a little itchy.

"No one has ever been so nice to me, you are the first." Jiang Zhongyuan's voice echoed in the airtight bathroom, floating in mid-air in emptiness.

"Moving and liking are not the same thing." Song Xingfei sighed, "Chong Yuan, can you understand?"

Jiang Chongyuan suddenly raised his hand to hold Song Xingfei's wrist, and stared at him very seriously: "Brother Fei, do you think that when I said I like you, it was only because you were kind to me?"

Song Xingfei froze for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Jiang Chongyuan's gaze became much colder, "I'm not like Brother Fei, who can't even distinguish my own feelings."

"..." Song Xingfei was at a loss for words for a moment, who taught this kid how to hold a gun and carry a stick?

After rinsing off the delicate white foam with warm water, Song Xingfei took a new one from the towel rack, and gently dried Jiang Chongyuan's puppy-like short hair, and inadvertently saw the imperceptible scar on Jiang Chongyuan's back with his downcast eyes.

These scars are small and hidden, some hypertrophy, not ferocious, if not for Song Xingfei's sharp eyes and careful heart, they would not be able to find them at all. Judging by the state and color of the scars, they should have been separated by a long time.

"If you don't want to tell me how you got the injuries on your waist, can you tell me the reason for these injuries?" Song Xingfei's voice became a little serious, and his tone lost a bit of connivance and pampering.

Jiang Chongyuan lowered his eyelashes, casting a shadow over his gloomy eyes.After a while, he replied quietly: "Brother Fei, do you still remember Qin Xiaohua? She is not my biological mother, but my stepmother."

The thing Song Xingfei least wanted to believe happened. When Jiang Chongyuan said the whole thing himself, Song Xingfei's mood was mixed, but more of it was full of pity.

There was no disturbance in Jiang Chongyuan's heart, but when Song Xingfei stretched out his fingertips uncontrollably to touch those old scars, and whispered in a trembling voice, "Chongyuan, you have suffered", Jiang Chongyuan had a complicated feeling. mood.

He was willing to tell Song Xingfei these things because he had an evil intention in the first place, and deliberately aroused Song Xingfei's sympathy and desire for protection.

But when Song Xingfei really showed the expected sympathy, Jiang Chongyuan didn't get the satisfaction he wished.

Instead... annoyed.

"Do you hate her? Your stepmother." Song Xingfei asked.

Jiang Chongyuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled: "Brother Fei, remember I asked you, do you believe in cause and effect? ​​You said you were a materialist, but I believe that evil will be rewarded with evil."

Song Xingfei didn't expect that Jiang Chongyuan still remembered what happened after such a long time.

Song Xingfei also remembered that Jiang Chongyuan had indeed asked him this question on the day they first met.

The hot and humid towel slowly rubbed against the skin of Jiang Chongyuan's back. Through the thick towel, Song Xingfei still seemed to be able to feel those tiny scars. Every inch showed how Jiang Chongyuan was treated by others. The more he thought about it, The movements of Song Xingfei's hands became slower and slower.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Chongyuan suddenly took Song Xingfei's hand and pulled Song Xingfei in front of him, "Brother Fei, did I make you sad? What's wrong with you, your eyes are red."

Jiang Chongyuan looked at Song Xingfei who was squatting in front of him with some guilt, still holding a towel in his hand.The temperature of the towel was disappearing little by little, Song Xingfei wished so much that the water vapor in the bathroom could cover the corners of his red eyes.

"It's my fault, I made you feel embarrassed." Jiang Zhongyuan gently held Song Xingfei's face, leaned over and kissed Song Xingfei's moist eyelids, "If Brother Fei doesn't like it, I promise, this is the last time."

Song Xingfei didn't dodge, but stared blankly at Jiang Chongyuan. Jiang Chongyuan smiled at him and said, "Then I'll go first."

"No."

Just as Jiang Chongyuan got dressed and was about to go out, Song Xingfei said suddenly.

"What?" Jiang Chongyuan looked puzzled, and turned to Song Xingfei.

Song Xingfei took a deep breath, and his voice was so low that it could barely accommodate the distance between the two of them.

"I... don't dislike..."

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