The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

When Chen Qi answered the phone, he was sweating profusely on Shang Zhehua's body.

His Shang Baobao is unbelievably cold in front of outsiders, and his whole body exudes low air pressure.It's just such a proud and powerful man, but when he panted under him, he was so seductive.

"Um...yes, who is it?" Shang Zhehua lay on the bed half-closed his eyes, with tears hanging on his curled eyelashes.

He took a breath, and just as he was about to stretch his arm to get the phone, Chen Qi threw the phone at the end of the bed: "Baby, who is more important, me or Ji Si?"

The man's movements became more and more fierce, Shang Zhehua bit his lip so as not to cry out.

"Dear~"

Shang Zhehua cast a sidelong glance at Chen Qi: "It's Ji Si? Hiss, be fucking gentle!"

Chen Qi bit Shang Zhehua's shoulder like a punishment, with a bit of coquettishness: "Baby~"

"Get off me." Shang Zhehua frowned and took out a small pistol from under the pillow, and leaned slightly on Chen Qi's chest.

"Baby..." Chen Qi called out in dissatisfaction, ignoring the gun in front of his chest, and made the final sprint.

When the thrill/feeling of being overwhelmed came, a gunshot sounded, Chen Qi took a deep breath, his body softened, and his whole body was pressed against Shang Zhehua.

Shang Zhehua slowed down for a while, then pushed Chen Qi away, his legs were trembling when he got up and got out of bed, he picked up the scattered clothes on the ground and put them on himself.

"Baby, you are really good at it." Chen Qi sat up with one hand supporting the bed, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Blood was dripping from the man's arm, staining a large piece of bed sheet red, Shang Zhehua frowned, took out a roll of gauze from the cabinet next to him and threw it to Chen Qi.

"Distressed?" Chen Qi smiled, bandaged himself briefly, got out of bed and quickly stole a scent on Shang Zhehua's lips, and began to dress: "Shall I take you there?"

Shang Zhehua nodded, acquiesced.

By the time the two reached "orange", the war had come to an end.

Shang Zhehua also brought people here, and when they saw the police coming in, everyone in the hall stopped moving.

"You're here." Ji Si walked over from the side, and Yan Xu followed behind him with his arm in his arms.

Shang Zhehua nodded, glanced at the hall, and waved to the people behind him: "Cuff them all up and take them away."

The police quickly took everyone away, and the young master of the Fu family pointed at Shang Zhehua and scolded him, and he was slapped by Chen Qi to teach him how to behave.

Ji Sichong raised his eyebrows at Shang Zhehua.

Shang Zhehua ignored it directly, smelled the smell of blood, and frowned: "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing serious." Ji Si raised his arm to show him: "It was scratched."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital." Shang Zhehua said.

Ji Si nodded, turned around and patted Yan Xu on the shoulder: "Friend, you owe me a favor, remember to buy me a drink later."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Ji Sicai followed Shang Zhehua into the car.

Chen Qi drove, Shang Zhehua sat in the passenger seat, and Ji Si sat in the back seat.

Ji Si knew that Shang Zhehua had someone, but he had never met him before. This was the first meeting.

None of the three spoke, and the car was eerily quiet.

"You are Ji Si?" Chen Qi startled Ji Si by speaking suddenly.

Before Ji Si could speak, Shang Zhehua spit out two words: "Shut up."

"Baby~"

"Get out of here if you talk again." Shang Zhehua said coldly.

Chen Qiwen shut up and stopped talking.

Ji Si smiled and suddenly thought of Mo Chenyang, so he took out his cell phone and sent him a text message.

- are you asleep?

It was almost a second back.

-not yet.

- Go to sleep, you have to go to class tomorrow.

-Where have you been?

Ji Si felt as if a candy had been stuffed in his heart. Is this kid caring about him?

"Here we are, get out of the car." Shang Zhehua got out of the car and opened the door for Ji Si.

Ji Si put the phone in his pocket and got out of the car and followed him to the hospital.

He didn't know when he was scratched, but now that he went to the hospital to look carefully, Ji Si discovered that his wrist was scratched with a long cut, and there were still glass shards stuck in several places beside the wound.

When the doctor sterilized and picked up the small glass shards with tweezers, Ji Si finally realized what it was like to be so painful that he wanted to amputate his limb.

He gritted his teeth, a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

The cell phone in his pocket rang several times, Ji Si gasped, and Chao Shang Zhehua opened his mouth: "Help me answer the call."

Shang Zhehua took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

On the screen are the words "Little Kid" in big letters.

Shang Zhehua pressed the connect button, and before he could speak, a hurried voice came from the opposite side: "Teacher, where are you? Why didn't you reply?"

The boy's voice was a little angry, Ji Si heard it clearly, and instantly felt that his wrist didn't hurt anymore.

"Your teacher is in the hospital," Shang Zhehua raised his eyebrows, "I'll be back right away."

"Hospital?!" The boy's voice raised a degree: "What's wrong with my teacher?"

Ji Si smiled and motioned Shang Zhehua to give him the phone.

"I'm fine, I'll be right back." Ji Si said softly with a smile.

"Which hospital are you in?" The boy didn't seem to intend to obediently wait for him to go back.

Ji Si was helpless: "Don't worry, I..."

"I asked which hospital you are in!" the boy interrupted him with a growl.

Ji Si was stunned for two seconds, and after realizing it, he truthfully reported the name of the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, he found that the doctor had almost wrapped his hand into a pig's trotter. His injury was obviously on his wrist: "Doctor, why did you wrap my hand too?"

The doctor glanced at him, "For better wound healing."

Ji Si moved his wrist, maybe because of the anesthetic, it didn't hurt much.

"Doctor, bandage him too." When Ji Si got up, Shang Zhehua pushed Chen Qi onto the chair, and took off his coat, revealing the red-stained white shirt underneath.

Chen Qi looked flattered, his eyes were full of surprises: "Are you worried about me?"

Shang Zhehua glanced at him coldly, and said to the doctor: "Don't worry about him, he is not afraid of pain."

Chen Qi: "..."

Ji Si went out of the room with interest. He didn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, so he simply stood at the door of the hospital and smoked.

When Mo Chenyang heard that Ji Si was in the hospital, he immediately panicked and took a taxi over.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Ji Si standing at the door smoking a cigarette. The green smoke rose and dissipated, and the shadow of the man was stretched.

"Teacher," Mo Chenyang trotted over, saw Ji Si's hand wrapped in white gauze at a glance, subconsciously pulled it into his hand and looked again: "What's going on?"

"It's okay, I just swiped accidentally." Ji Si withdrew his hand and said calmly.

Mo Chenyang snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it on the ground, "Fart, can you be wrapped up like this if you scratch it? Do you think you are coaxing a three-year-old child?!"

Ji Si felt that his heart was pinched lightly and softly, and he rubbed Mo Chenyang's head with the other hand, "It's fine, if you don't believe me, I'll remove the gauze and let you have a look?"

Mo Chenyang's eyes were red and he didn't speak.

Ji Si sighed, moved his hand behind his back, and stroked his back lightly: "It's all right."

"Who did it?" Mo Chenyang looked into his eyes and asked.

The young man's dark eyes were cold and deep, and the distress and hostility in the eyes could be faintly seen.

Ji Si's heart trembled when he saw it.

"It's been resolved." He lowered his eyes and bent his lips: "Let's go home."