Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

After a chaotic night, the sky gradually turned white.

In the dilapidated and dirty little house, the little boy quickly took off Shuang Yu's clothes.

She took a deep breath after seeing his bruised body and the bloody stab wounds on his waist and abdomen.

Those glazed eyes were filled with entanglement and uneasiness.

The environment in which he grew up made him mature earlier than other children of the same age.

The tattoos and wounds on Shuangyu's back showed that he was not a good person.

The little boy had never heard the story about the farmer and the snake, but he was vaguely afraid.

What he was afraid of was not the revenge of the bad uncle, but the fear that his father would beat him to death if he found out that he had caused trouble!

But what if he doesn't save him and he dies at home.

The image of my mother dying appeared in my mind again.

The little boy sniffed, his glass eyes filled with determination.

His cold little hand touched Shuang Yu's hot forehead, and his soft voice was filled with determination: "Uncle, don't be afraid, I will definitely not let you die!"

He stood up, fetched a basin of water from the cramped bathroom, wrung out the torn towel, and gently wiped the blood on Shuangyu's body.

After wiping away the blood stains, he hurriedly took a bottle of wine that his father had hidden and opened it. He poured liquor on Shuang Yu's wound to disinfect it. Then he took out some clean clothes and cut them into strips with scissors, and quickly bandaged them.

It is said that the children of poor people become masters early. This child is very skilled in doing these things. From the vague bruises visible on his body, it is not difficult to imagine that he must be a poor child who has been beaten for a long time.

The wounds on his abdomen and head were treated, but Shuangyu still had a high fever.

"cold……"

His whole body was convulsing with high fever, and he mumbled something about being cold.

The little boy's family was very poor, and the only quilt was already covering him.

He remembered that when he was cold when he was a child, his mother would hold him and warm him with her own body temperature.

Without any hesitation, the little boy opened the quilt and got in, hugging Shuangyu's narrow waist tightly.

Feeling the heat source, Shuangyu quickly hugged the small stove in her arms tightly and slowly stopped murmuring.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, I will tell you the story of the ugly duckling looking for its mother..."

The little boy patted his back thoughtfully, but his childish voice had miraculous soothing power.

The sun rose slowly, and the big one and the small one, who had spent the whole night, leaned on each other and fell asleep slowly.

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Shuangyu felt a little itchy on her chest.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the child's furry head.

What... is the situation? !

[Sir, wake up, this little guy is your savior! 】

Xiao Ai Ba La Ba La began to describe the situation after Shuang Yu fainted.

Shuangyu was not in a good condition at the moment. His whole body felt like he was in a furnace, constantly burning his internal organs and skin. His mouth was chapped and white, and his throat was swollen, sore, and itchy.

The sharp pain at the wound drove the person crazy, but all the pain was miraculously relieved by the sleeping little boy in his arms.

His brows softened, he patted the little boy's back gently, and began to look around.

It can be seen that the little boy's family situation is not good, no, it can be said to be very bad.

The whole house was less than twenty square meters, damp, cramped and dirty. The floor was covered with wine bottles, and there was not even a single decent piece of furniture in the room.

It is hard to imagine that children who grew up in such an environment can still retain the purest kindness.

Thinking of the bloody storm in the future, Shuangyu felt a little reluctant to let go of the tranquility at the moment.

"What's going on outside now?"

[Both Gu Qiyan's people and Gu Yanfeng's people are looking for you. Meng Ying is nearby. Do I need to lead him to you? 】

Xiao Ai answered.

"Take it, you can't hide here forever."

Shuangyu nodded and said.

"Hey, wake up."

He lowered his head and pinched the little boy's cheek gently.

"Well……"

The long eyelashes of the little boy in his arms trembled slightly, and he slowly woke up.

The moment the big eyes met the small eyes, both of them looked a little stunned.

"Xiao Ai, do you think the little boy looks familiar?"

Shuangyu hesitated and asked Xiao Ai.

The next second, the little boy cried with joy and threw himself into his arms, whimpering and shouting: "Dad, have you finally come to pick me up?"

Shuangyu: "..."

Very good, he finally knew why the little boy looked familiar, because he looked very similar to the original owner!

It’s quite speechless to be happy to be a father!

[The two are not related, it’s just a coincidence. 】

Xiao Ai quickly explained.

"I'm not your dad, kid."

Shuangyu's brows were covered with black lines and he was helpless to explain.

"Liar, we look exactly the same. Mom said that one day my biological father will come to rescue me from my misery..."

The little boy felt wronged and sad, his eyes were red and the tip of his nose was red and accusing.

His head hurt, how could he explain to his children that they just had a bad relationship? !

Shuang Yu pinched his eyebrows with a headache, pushed the child away from his arms, sat up, picked up the cigarette in the black suit, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Boy, how old are you?"

In the smoke, that good-looking face looked a little cold.

The little boy seemed to be frightened and did not dare to cry anymore. He held it in forcibly. His face was red and his eyes were filled with fear. He choked and replied: "Seven, seven years old..."

seven years old? !

Shuangyu looked up and down in surprise.

It's hard to tell that this baby is seven years old. He is thin and small, almost like a four or five-year-old child.

"Brother, I am 22 years old. I am only 15 years older than you. Do you think that at 15 years old, I have the ability to make people pregnant?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked.

The little boy lowered his eyes lonely and stopped talking.

"Although I am not your father, I still want to thank you for saving me... My brother is not in a good condition right now. Can you do me a favor?"

Shuangyu sighed softly, touched the little boy's head and asked.

He was still running a fever at the moment, and his body temperature was higher than usual. The hot temperature of his hand touched the little boy's head. The warm touch made the little boy a little stunned.

This was a warmth he... had never felt before!

He subconsciously wanted to hold on to this warmth.

He nodded hastily.

"What's your name?"

Shuangyu asked.

A flash of embarrassment flashed in the little boy's eyes, and he shook his head: "I, I don't have a name. Dad didn't give me a name. He always called me a jerk, a bastard..."

The memory of his mother was so vague that he couldn't even remember her appearance, let alone whether her mother had given him a name.

This life experience is too pitiful...

Even Shuangyu couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"Then...brother, give you a name?"

He asked softly, rubbing the little boy's dirty head.

"Thank you uncle!"

The little boy nodded excitedly with tears in his eyes.

"Call me brother!"

Shuang Yu shamelessly asked him to change his name.

Uncle or something, he looks too old!

Little Aixin thought, you have been working as a ghost for 300 years, and I have never called you grandpa, just to give you face, and to pay it back to my brother, you are so shameless!

"elder brother!"

The little boy suddenly changed his mouth. He was so sweet.

"Jing Mo! From now on, your name will be Jing Mo. Do you like it?"

Shuangyu pondered for a moment and said.

The original meaning of Jing is the brilliance of jade. Children are kind and innocent, just like pure white and flawless jade.

The ink is black, which is originally a dirty color, but it represents outstanding literary talent, similar to the lotus.