[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

"Damn it, Dad?!"

Wang Yiwan exclaimed, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab him so that his petal-like face would not gouged into the floor.

Jiang Yuran's head seemed to be stuffed with cotton candy, and he floated lightly towards the sky, trying to open his eyes and say something, but his eyelids were heavy, and it took a lot of effort to open the slits, and faintly saw Wang Yi Wan's mouth was opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Vision and hearing were seriously confused, and finally he lost consciousness in a daze.

Shen Qian came over in the dark when he heard Wang Yiwan's screams.

He put his ear to the wall and eavesdropped for the whole night, only faintly heard the boy's voice sometimes angry and sometimes helpless, but he didn't hear that Dr. Wu was crying for a hug.

In the dark, he didn't know how long time had passed, and after thinking about it a few times, he was worried that his little cleanliness would say that he didn't trust him.

Until I clearly heard Wang Yiwan's screams: "Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad?!"

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body, with a heart hanging, he groped towards the next door with high steps and low steps.

Although he is now almost used to walking in the dark, it is still a matter of time to actually walk.

When Wang Yiwan saw him, he froze instantly.

Before dawn, the dim street lights in the corridor had already been extinguished. The man was wearing a black shirt with crooked buttons, only three of which were buttoned. The bath towel was still tied around his slender waist, and there were suspected sex props wrapped around his eyes. The gauze, the exposed part has perfect lines and is too white, reflecting the large ink-stained night behind him, like a monster stripped from the darkness.

"Fuck, big brother, are you dressed like this to provide special services?" Wang Yiwan almost spat blood.

Shen Qian didn't hear Jiang Yuran's voice, but he smelled that his breath was very close to Wang Yiwan's, so close that they seemed to be entangled together, suppressing a cloud of anger and asked in a low voice: "Where is my wife?"

"Uh,"

Only then did Wang Yiwan think about the business: "Dad suddenly passed out, I don't know what to do, you, can you find him a doctor? The kind that will treat people!"

"What? Passed out?"

Shen Qian was anxious and angry, he clearly remembered Jiang Yuran passed out twice, one time when he was sucking his blood, he fainted in his arms.

The other time he broke in by force, causing him to faint!

This so-called son is also a heterogeneous species. Although his level is much lower than his own, it is not impossible for the above two situations to happen, and the most feared thing is to happen together!

"What are you doing!"

The man's voice was like the wind passing through the valley, and it was like a herd of beasts mourning together. It neighed and passed through Wang Yiwan's ears, shaking the eardrums with pain.

At this moment, Wang Yiwan was afraid of both his aura of a man and his innate fear of powerful species.

His knees softened, he hugged the boy in his arms, plopped, and knelt down to the man, "Ah, Mr. Shen, we didn't do anything. Dad just drew two tubes of blood for Dr. Wu and gave him some antipyretics. Wiped his forehead with a towel, there is no other place but his forehead, I swear!"

"Two tubes of blood were drawn, what do you mean?"

"That's right, just give Dr. Wu a blood transfusion, Dr. Wu...he's out of blood!"

It was only then that Wang Yiwan remembered that Jiang Yuran wanted him to keep it a secret, and he couldn't tell about his blood's ability to suppress zombie viruses, so he made up a reason.

Shen Qian thought it made sense, so let's just believe you!

"What about the others?"

"I'm holding it."

"Hold me here!"

"……Oh."

Wang Yiwan was delivered into Shen Qian's arms, and he was a little worried: "Mr. Shen, you, is it okay for you to carry him back?"

"Are you doubting my ability?"

Shen Qian took Jiang Yuran over, stretched out his hand to touch him back and forth, and found that the clothes and pants were in good condition, so he turned his head to the side in Wang Yiwan's direction.

Even though he was covered by gauze, Wang Yiwan still felt a chilling gaze sweeping towards him. If the eye knife can kill, he felt that he was riddled with holes at this moment.

"...No, no, big brother, go slowly, I, I won't send it off."

He was so timid that he lost his aura, hurriedly hid in the house, and even closed the door behind him.

It's hard enough for Shen Qian to come alone/in the dark, but now he has another person in his arms, hey, if you don't lose face, you won't suffer.

He rushed back to the room with the man in his arms. When he entered the door, Jiang Yuran's delicate neck hit the door frame. Fortunately, Shen Qian found out in time, otherwise he would definitely scratch his head.

……

When Jiang Yuran woke up, it was already the day of Shen Qian's surgery.

He smelled a strange smell of meat.

He had never smelled this kind of meaty smell before, it was very strong and strange, mixed with the fragrance of mushrooms, it successfully aroused the appetite.

He was hungry all of a sudden, and sat up on the bed with his neck still hurting. When he opened his eyes, he saw an induction cooker on the table by the window.

There was a pot on the induction cooker, and the contents inside were smoky, and the aroma came from the pot.

Shen Qian was sitting next to him and listened with his ears up. He seemed to dislike this smell very much, and covered his mouth and nose with one hand.

Jiang Yuran was shocked: "What are you cooking?"

Hearing his voice, Shen Qian was obviously taken aback for a moment, then put down his hands, and moved the wheelchair towards this side, "Are you awake?"

"Well, you, what did you cook?"

Seeing that he almost hit the table, Jiang Yuran couldn't believe how he cooked, so he hurried forward to help him.

Sensing his approach, Shen Qian slapped his pale long fingers on his back, easily touching a delicate hand.

She clenched her tender fingers and drew them to her lips to kiss them, and then covered them in the palms of her hands: "You are too thin, you have lost a lot of blood, and your food is not nutritious. I specially asked someone to get some meat over."

"No, it can't be human flesh?" Jiang Yuran was a little scared.

"Hahaha,"

Shen Qian was amused by him, "If it was human flesh, would you still eat it?"

"will not."

"So of course it's impossible to get human flesh for you."

"What kind of meat is that?"

"horsemeat."

Jiang Yuran was surprised: "Where did the horse meat come from?"

Shen Qian sighed quietly, "My mount."

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Hold Jiang Yuran's breath together.

He once watched a zombie movie about the end of the world, because the streets were full of cars abandoned or collided with each other, causing serious traffic paralysis, so horses became the most powerful means of transportation for survivors.

The horse and its owner got along day and night, from life to death, and developed a deep relationship.

But later, because of the siege of zombies, in order to help the owner escape, the horse roared and led away a large wave of zombies. The owner watched it fall in a pool of blood and was grabbed and gnawed into pieces, but he could do nothing. Tears welled up in the eyes of the always strong man , many viewers cried.

Jiang Yuran didn't know if Shen Qian's mount had such a deep relationship with him, but he actually killed his own mount for him.

Even if there is no emotion, it is still a very important thing.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, so he asked cautiously: "It, it must be very important?"

"It's not important to you."

Shen Qian rubbed the back of his hand and let go, "Go eat some, although the smell is not very pleasant, but I heard that horse meat can cure human anemia."

"Ah."

Jiang Yuran didn't feel disgusted. He lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the fresh and tender slices of meat. Something was caught in his heart. Is this a blatant preference?

……

Early in the morning, Wang Yiwan and the psychiatrist smelled the cooking smell next door, and the two men woke up from their sleep.

Wang Yiwan rubbed his eyes: "Could it be that Dad is awake? It's early in the morning?"

After a day of recuperation, the psychiatrist finally had some blood on his face, and subconsciously pulled out the leg that was being pressed by him: "Impossible, Young Master Jiang doesn't know how to cook at all."

"Ah, can't it be that blind man cooking?" Wang Yiwan had always suspected that Shen Qian was not blind at all, because all his behaviors were so normal that he didn't look like a blind man!

The psychiatrist didn't want to be alone in the room with him, after all, he was gay, so he suggested, "Let's go and have a look and see?"

"it is good!"

Wang Yiwan decisively agreed, and the two went into the bathroom one after the other to wash up, and after solving their personal physical problems, they opened the door and went to the next door.

The psychiatrist was still feeling unwell. His long hair was disheveled on his back, revealing a section of camouflage T-shirt that tightly wrapped his thin waist, but his footsteps were a little floating. He looked precarious, like a paper man that could be broken at any time.

Wang Yiwan followed behind, fearing that he would fall, so he simply took his hand, "Seeing that you are not in good condition, let me hold you."

The psychiatrist raised his beautiful eyes and gave him a grateful look, "Thank you."

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but his condition was really bad, he was top-heavy, and his whole body was trembling when he walked, as if it took a lot of strength to move.

However, as soon as they arrived at the corner of the corridor, the two men holding hands suddenly bumped into another man in a white coat!

It's none other than Zhang Yu!

His condition was no better than that of a psychiatrist, his red hair was messy on his head, and the dark circles around his eyes were obvious, reflecting his pale skin, he looked extremely haggard.

His gaze also hit the psychiatrist's indistinguishable beauty face, he paused for a moment in astonishment, and then fell on the hands they held together, as if someone had stabbed him hard in the heart.

They look so good together, who am I?

Vicious ex?

Hehe, do I deserve the title of ex?

Seeing that he was frozen by Shen Qian's door without moving, Wang Yiwan confidently pulled the psychiatrist to knock on the door, and gave him a provocative look.

Zhang Yu finally couldn't hold back his anger, bit his lip, raised his peach eyes and said sarcastically, "Wu Zhide, can you do it? You're shaking when you walk? You must have had a good time last night, right?"

The psychiatrist burst into tears uncontrollably, as if afraid and as if explaining: "I don't."

Wang Yiwan glared at him with hatred, blocked the front of the people and questioned Zhang Yu: "What are you talking about? Keep your mouth clean! No matter how cool he is, it has nothing to do with you!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yu's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, he pushed Wang Yiwan away suddenly, grabbed the psychiatrist by the collar, and pressed him against the wall roughly: "Wu Zhide, are you sure you have nothing to do with me?" ?"