The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

When he was completely extinguished, a quick and anxious voice sounded.

"Sang Zhaoguang, what are you doing?"

Lin opened the door in his later years and saw Sang Zhaoguang sitting on the ground, the murder weapon in his hand flashing with white light.

He walked over, and the other person kept holding the knife, staring at him blankly.

They looked at each other.

It wasn't until Lin was in his later years that he stretched out his trembling hand and touched Sang Zhaoguang's face.

"Dang~"

The dagger in Sang Zhaoguang's hand fell.

In his later years, Lin lowered his head and saw the shallow wound on Sang Zhaoguang's wrist, and became angry for a moment: "You uncle, why did you cut your own wrist?"

"..."

Sang Zhaoguang didn't answer, just looked at it.

When Lin saw him like this in his later years, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't say anything, I'll leave!"

"Don't go." Sang Zhaoguang grabbed Lin Wannian's hand and hugged him tightly, holding his hands tightly and unwilling to let go.

Lin was held in his arms until he had difficulty breathing, and his face turned red: "Okay, okay, I won't leave, can you be gentle? You're strangling me."

"Yes." Sang Zhaoguang obeyed obediently and relaxed his hand.

Lin was mentally awkward in his later years, so he raised his hand and patted his back in a show of comfort, and said in a slower tone: "What on earth happened?"

"you."

Lin was confused in his later years: "Me? What does it have to do with me?"

"You and that woman." When Sang Zhaoguang spoke, his body trembled and he hugged the person in his arms tightly again, for fear that the other party would run away from him.

After much thought, Lin still couldn't think of anything from his words in his later years: "Which woman am I with?"

When Sang Zhaoguang heard that he didn't care about that woman that much, he didn't know whether to be happy or happy for a moment.

The depression in my heart has reduced a lot.

He said dullly: "The one on the phone."

The one on the phone?

Lin thought about it in his later years, and thought of what he saw when he came out of the shower and saw Sang Zhaoguang holding a mobile phone in his hand, and saw the picture of him and Chang Hua together on the interface of the mobile phone.

Is this scene causing Sang Zhaoguang's depression?

Lin turned his head in his later years and carefully observed Sang Zhaoguang's expression.

This is actually the case.

Sang Zhaoguang's expression was gloomy, and his slender bangs covered his eyes. He looked depressed and depressed, similar to the gloomy teenage Sang Shiyan, except that this was an adult version of depression.

Lin coughed in his later years and explained: "She and I have broken up."

Sang Zhaoguang's eyes lit up for a moment, then went out quickly, and asked: "Then why don't you delete it? Are you still thinking about her?"

miss her? He is not the original owner, and the girl dumped him. How could he want to get back together with her again, not to mention...

He explained: "No, I'm so busy making money these days that I don't even bother to open the photo album on my phone."

"Really?" Sang Zhaoguang couldn't believe it.

In his later years, Lin really convinced him: "I haven't asked you yet. Why do you ask so many forced questions and still torture yourself?"

Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head, with a cloud of decadence hanging over him: "I fell in love with you, and when I saw you talking and laughing with other people, I was very unhappy and sad."

His hands relaxed as he spoke.

Lin took this opportunity to get out of his arms, held Sang Zhaoguang's shoulders with both hands, and half-kneeled to face him: "Damn it, I knew you liked me."

Ok?

Sang Zhaoguang's eyes were full of sadness, and he looked up at the young man's bright eyes.

Lin later clicked his tongue: "Last time I asked you if you liked me, why didn't you tell me?"

"You are a straight man. Even if I like you again, if I tell you, we may not even be friends." What's more, I am still disabled.

Thinking of this, Sang Zhaoguang became even more sad, and his depression index kept rising.

Lin sneered in his later years: "You still know that I am a straight man. I can't help but feel unrequited love, so I torture myself?"

"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head and responded softly.

Inferior and sensitive.

He lowered his head like a big dog.

Lin softened his heart in his later years and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, be more confident. Anyway, I won't be with that girl, so you don't have to think about me and her. The most important thing now is to bandage your hands. If the wound is damaged, how can you cook for me?"

He stood up, stretched out his hand, and looked at the man sitting on the ground.

The incandescent light in the room shone down, hitting Lin's back in his later years.

Looks like a glowing angel~

Sang Zhaoguang was confused and couldn't help but grab the hand stretched out to him.

In his later years, Lin only bought simple povidone iodine and band-aids.

Sang Zhaoguang was flattered as he watched the young man apply the medicine to him, his heart tingling, and he asked cautiously: "In your later years, won't you hate me for liking you?"

Lin glanced at him in his later years: "I hate you, can you move out now?"

Sang Zhaoguang pursed his lips: "Oh."

As soon as he said "Oh", he was knocked on the head by the other party.

"I was joking. You took it seriously. Okay, okay, don't be so embarrassed. As long as I'm here, I'll definitely provide you with a place to live and a place to eat."

"But why are you so nice to me?" Sang Zhaoguang was confused.

Then, his chin was raised.

Lin asked in his later years: "You cook for me and clean the house every day. What do you think you look like?"

Sang Zhaoguang's face turned red: "House husband."

Lin was in his later years: "..."

It was quiet for a few seconds.

In his later years, Lin smiled so brightly that he showed his white teeth: "You have a pretty clear understanding of yourself. Yes, you will be my house-husband in Lin's later years."

Sang Zhaoguang looked at the plain white wrist, then looked at the handsome cheek: "In my old age, I don't expect much." I just want to be by your side, as long as I am the only one by your side.

"Ah, yes, it's true." Damn, I don't expect more. I hurt myself so much that I didn't know the pain when I saw a photo of him and a girl, but he was so awesome.

Apply band-aids vertically along the wound. The vertical rows are all band-aids.

These Band-Aids cost a few yuan for a box of 100 pieces, and Lin was not stingy in his later years.

Lin stood up in his later years, twisted his sore waist, and saw Sang Zhaoguang sitting quietly by the bed: "Okay, you go to bed first, don't think about anything, just get some sleep first."

"In my later years, can you sleep with me?" Sang Zhaoguang mustered up his courage, but there was timidity in his eyes.

"Forehead……"

Sang Zhaoguang showed disappointment: "If you can't, forget it."

Seeing that he was starting to feel depressed again, Lin held his forehead and said, "Okay!"

Damn, I’ve been depressed and depressed all day long. Can this grown man be stronger? !

In his later years, Lin went back to his room and turned off the lights, then turned off the lights in the living room, and walked into Sang Zhaoguang's room with pillows and sheets. The other party was already lying on the bed, and he thoughtfully left half of the bed for him.

The moment he was lying on the bed, Lin rolled up the quilt and rolled himself into a maggot. He said in a fierce tone: "Although I lie on the same bed with you, you are not allowed to get too close to me."

"Okay." Sang Zhaoguang was very happy to see that the other party could sleep on the same bed as him, and he didn't expect too much.

"Go and turn off the lights." Lin said in his later years and covered his face.

'Click'

The room went dark.

Sang Zhaoguang lay down and closed his eyes happily.

I don't know how much time passed, but Lin Minnian cautiously poked his head out, saw the sleeping face of the man next to him, and sighed softly.