Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

The boy's wig seemed to have been taken off after he got on the boat, and he put it on again at random. His own short hair was exposed, and Jin Zhouxue simply took off the wig. The messy hair underneath was pressed up and stuck up randomly, just like its restless owner.

The long skirt he was wearing was also a nuisance. Because of his posture, the hem of the skirt had slipped below his knees, revealing a small section of his slender calves.

No socks.

Jin Zhouxue patted Wen Liang's back with one hand, and held the phone in the other hand to make a call. He asked someone to go to Jin Yuan's room to retrieve the socks left there, and bring back a set of comfortable pajamas.

Like a skin-hungry patient, he absorbs brief hugs and feels the real touch beneath his fingers.

Hugging is never enough.

But there are more important things to do now.

Russell had almost scraped away the floor tiles in front of Jin Zhouxue's room. He saw a waiter standing in front of him with a bag in his hand and ringing the doorbell, only then did he realize that everything was done inside.

The person who opened the door was Jin Zhouxue.

Russell squeezed in and shouted, "Jin, you are so fast. You don't look like a womanizer. The little beauty must be crying miserably. I have to comfort our beautiful Miss Rabbit."

He relied on the fact that half of the medical investment in Jin Zhouxue's research institute came from their royal family, so he had nothing to fear.

The man sleeping peacefully on the sofa interrupted his chatter.

The wig on the sofa, the short-haired boy who had fallen asleep, the familiar white dress on the boy... Seeing this scene in front of him, there was nothing Russell didn't understand.

Russell hugged his chest in disbelief and looked at Jin Zhouxue warily and cautiously: "You are gay!? (You are gay!?)"

Jin Zhouxue came back carrying a bag of pajamas, not even looking at him: "Why humiliate yourself?"

Russell only had a vague understanding of Chinese idioms, but he knew that Jin Zhouxue must be humiliating him.

He put down his hand with a sad face, turned his head and moved closer to the sofa, wanting to reach out and touch the sleeping little male rabbit, but when he raised his hand and was still thirty centimeters away from the boy, he received a warning from Jin Zhouxue.

“You can’t touch it”

Russell's blue eyes deepened with a hint of resentment. He withdrew his hand and looked at the boy's face again and again. He was indeed a boy.

"So I'm gay too... This little male rabbit is so cute, Jin, I understand you, human will cannot resist such cute creatures."

Jin Zhouxue kicked Russell away, picked up the boy and carried him back to his bedroom, where he put him on his bed.

Russell sat on the blanket in front of the sofa, watching a group of people in white coats rushing over.

The medical professor from the research institute who returned to China with Jin Zhouxue was also invited by Jin Zhouxue to conduct a detailed full-body examination on the boy lying on the bed in the bedroom.

Russell refused to leave. Jin Zhouxue's research institute relied on the support of their royal family to gain a foothold in their country. The thickness of a person's skin is controlled by himself.

Russell knew that he was quite thick-skinned.

He suddenly understood why Jin Zhouxue insisted on bringing the core members of the research institute back to China and organized this cruise trip with such fanfare.

"If you had told me earlier that you wanted to treat this beautiful girl, I would have invested another 100 million."

Jin Zhouxue stood beside the bed, watching the doctors inserting various instruments into the boy's body.

When I pretended to be sick and decided to go abroad, I didn't understand why I did it. Everything seemed to be guided by someone, and all the pathological research directions of the research institute seemed to be tailor-made for a non-existent person.

The first time Jin Zhouxue saw Wen Ran was on Jin Yuan’s mobile phone screen.

It's so small that even the light is not very clear.

But in an instant, the obsession with the past was cleared, the breath lingering in the air was him, the touch and warmth often coming from the fingertips was him.

All the incomprehensible resentment, anger, ignorance, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness that are attached to me are because of him.

Although she had never seen him before, Jin Zhouxue was able to outline the boy's outline.

The gray-haired old professor looked unhappy after the examination:

"Let's take the young master to the research institute. The equipment here is simple and there is no guarantee that the test results will be biased."

The old professor has studied pathology for most of his life, and his words were tantamount to euphemistically informing Jin Zhouxue of the result.

Russell stopped joking around, stood up in surprise and asked the old professor again, but the answer he got was still ambiguous.

After the professor and several doctors left, Russell's expression was no longer relaxed. He didn't know that the little beauty's illness was so serious. She was apparently still alive and kicking just now.

Russell glanced at Jin Zhouxue's solemn expression. If he continued to stay here, all he would get would be Jin Zhouxue's order to leave.

He might as well be tactful and leave on his own.

The blond man turned around and back again, unable to hold back the question in his mind:

"Since you like him so much, why do you help him chase other men? That young man named Shen Sinan doesn't pose a threat to you."

Jin Zhouxue was silent for a moment: "Russell, do you know how old I am?"

Russell's eye twitched. How old was he?

"It's shameful to pretend to be young, Jin"

"Yes, I am old and cannot compare with these young people."

Russell opened his mouth and closed it again. What kind of crazy thing was this? If he was old, wouldn't he be buried in the ground?

He shook his head and walked out the door, thinking that cultural differences were indeed an insurmountable gap, and the gap between him, a normal person, and Jin Zhouxue was even deeper.

This pathetic cuckold biped.

Jin Zhouxue personally changed the boy's pajamas and wiped every part of his body that had been touched by others.

The fingers lingered on the side of the neck, where the bite marks had already formed a scab, and it was obvious that the person who bit it did not hold back.

Wen Ran grew up in a honey pot mixed with medicine, and he has a bad temper and is spoiled. He actually allowed Shen Sinan to bite him like this. It seems that what he said about liking him was not a lie.

The man rubbed his wrists covered with red marks and his swollen palms.

His little cat had a very hard night, with wounds all over its body. If he hadn't stopped it, it might have run around to buy midnight snacks for others.

Jin Zhouxue took off his coat, lay on the bed on his side, and as soon as he hugged the boy's waist, the person in his arms sought the source of heat and burrowed into his arms, full of dependence.

Jin Zhouxue stroked the boy's head, like an elder caressing a younger person dotingly. In his mind, the image of Wen Ran standing in front of him with her skirt fluttering and looking at him recurred.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die"

-

Near noon the next day, Wen Liang woke up in the warm sunlight on the sea. The light and shadows were swaying, and above his head was a large blue sky framed by transparent glass. The sunlight was almost making the whole bed slightly hot.

A person with a mild body type is afraid of cold but not heat.

He rolled and stretched comfortably in the soft quilt that smelled of sunshine, and after lying there for a few seconds, he suddenly jumped up.

Where is he?

The clothes he was wearing had been changed into a set of black pajamas with a curly-haired white dog pattern on it. Wen Liang scratched his head again, and found that his wig was gone.

"woke up"

As soon as Jin Zhouxue spoke, Wen Liang noticed that there was another person in the room.

The man was sitting at the desk at the rear right and raised his head from behind the computer.

Wen Liang felt that the man was both reasonable and unexpected.

He couldn't remember clearly what happened afterwards last night. He only remembered that he was planning to leave, but everything after that was blank.

Help, why is he sleeping here?