If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi didn't want to comfort Yuyu, who could only think of something astringent.

He patted his shoulder and couldn't help coughing again.

Shan Yu looked up at him, with clear distress in his eyes, and patted Song Chuyi's back with his big hand.

"Wife, wife."

"Pat."

"Not astringent."

"I feel sorry for my wife."

My wife is so obedient and soft, I love her so much.

But my wife's health is so bad, I feel distressed.

Shan Yu let out a whimper. Song Chuyi was not bothered by his body yet, but he started to cry first.

Big drops of tears hit Song Chuyi's collarbone and soon soaked it all.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Wife."

He buried his head in Song Chuyi's neck and rubbed it.

"I feel sorry for my wife, woo woo."

Song Chuyi:...

To be honest, he's really not used to being a crying villain.

But this feeling is quite strange.

Song Chuyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and patted his shoulder.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine after just some sleep."

Shan Yu then raised his head, with tears still on his face.

"Really?"

"Really." Song Chuyi replied seriously.

Shan Yu then grinned and said, "Honey, honey, sleep."

He kissed Song Chuyi once and then closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Song Chuyi nestled in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, the corners of his mouth raised even more.

Shan Yu quickly fell asleep, and Song Chuyi just listened to his breathing and counted the beats, playing with himself.

He was still thinking about why he went to a singing club to make money. After all, everything in this villa was more than what he earned in a month.

Do you just like singing to others?

Song Chuyi thought about it for a moment. If it were him...well, he could really do such a thing.

If he was so weak that he couldn't run out and could only stay at home, he would definitely find a way to connect with the outside world.

Singing and chatting is the best way to pass the time.

Song Chuyi, who was really capable of doing such a thing, thought about it carefully, and he really didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

He even gave a thumbs up in his mind, the original person's personality was really similar to his! That's praise!

After thinking about it for a while, the sky turned dark at some point.

Shan Yu, who was sleeping peacefully, suddenly frowned, as if he had a nightmare, and opened his eyes suddenly.

The eagle-like eyes seemed to have crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood at this moment, and quickly focused back, landing on Song Chuyi's pale face.

"Damn it."

Shan Yu secretly spat and frowned.

He actually fell asleep with Song Chuyi in his arms, and he slept so soundly that he even forgot about his basic vigilance.

This isn't like him.

Shan Yu sat up with a gloomy face.

Such a big movement naturally "awoke" Song Chuyi.

He pretended to rub his eyes, "Are you awake?"

She kicked his calf and said, "Go and bring me breakfast when you wake up. I'm hungry."

Shan Yu:......

"What time is it and you're already hungry?" Shan Yu said this, but he stood up quickly and walked out of the bedroom in a few big steps.

A few minutes later, he served breakfast.

Song Chuyi was washing up when he heard the sound and poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Put that first." He still had toothpaste in his mouth, and his words were slurred and slightly nasal.

The small red mole on the tip of her nose became more vivid under the light, making her skin look whiter.

The curled crow feathers quivered slightly, seeming to rest on Shan Yu for a moment.

A tremor ran through Shan Yu's heart for no reason. He actually wanted to let those eyes stay on him longer.

It's so abnormal.

Shan Yu put breakfast on the table and glanced at the bathroom.

The sound of water came from inside, vaguely mixed with the sound of Song Chuyi gargling.

He sneered, withdrew his gaze, and turned to leave.

When Song Chuyi came out after washing up, he didn't see Shan Yu's figure. He didn't think much about it, thinking that he had also gone to have breakfast.

Although he is a bodyguard, he is like iron rice and steel, and he must eat rice!

He is not a harsh employer and would not allow his bodyguards to eat.

Song Chuyi enjoyed his breakfast happily, and then searched in the room, but could not find the medicine he wanted to take.

It was probably thrown away by the original body.

This is not okay. Song Chuyi thought to himself that his health was so bad that he had to find a way to get better.

He doesn't want to stay in this villa for the rest of his life.

Song Chuyi was sitting in a wheelchair. His legs were stronger than yesterday, but it was still difficult to walk for a long time.

He controlled the wheelchair out of the bedroom and came to the stairs.

When he saw the high stairs, a strange feeling passed through his heart.

There is no elevator here.

My original health was so bad that I was in a wheelchair, but there was no elevator installed?

It's a bit strange.

He touched his chin and glanced down.

Shan Yu sat on the sofa with her legs spread apart and her shirt open, exposing her honey-colored skin.

He was playing with the gun in his hand, seemingly bored, and he fired at the target outside.

There was only a bang, and the center of the target trembled, obviously being hit.

"Ahem." Song Chuyi coughed and put his hands on the wheelchair with a hint of command, "Bodyguard, come here and carry me downstairs."

Shan Yu almost laughed angrily when he heard Song Chuyi's order.

As big as he is, few people dare to order him.

Song Chuyi became more and more courageous.

"Come down by yourself." Shan Yu said unceremoniously.

Song Chuyi:...

He puffed up his cheeks and said, "You are my bodyguard. If you are not willing to carry me downstairs, I will deduct your salary."

Shan Yu laughed out loud. He looked up at the young man sitting in the wheelchair and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you serious?"

Song Chu's face looked a little confused, "What?"

Shan Yu laughed again when he saw that the confusion on Song Chuyi's face didn't seem to be fake.

"interesting."

Although he had no interest in the young man that the second personality was interested in, he also knew that this young man was timid and cowardly, and it was absolutely impossible to talk to him like this.

And he seemed to really regard himself as a young master and treat him as a bodyguard.

Is it playing hard to get, or is it?

As if he thought of some possibility, Shan Yu's eyes flashed slightly and he stood up and walked towards Song Chuyi.

After approaching, he bent down and picked up Princess Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi put his hands around his neck and spoke with a smile.

"This is my good bodyguard."

Shan Yu's hug was firm, and the bulging veins on his arms felt safe.

"Your bodyguard?"

He repeated these words, and actually felt that these words were very consistent with his thoughts.

He carried the person to the sofa and put him down while he stood.

The light fell on him, casting a shadow on Song Chuyi, almost completely covering him.

"Then how will my young master reward your bodyguard?"