When the food reserves become my wife

I dug out a coat that Liao Chi had left in the car and covered him up. Liao Chi breathed calmly and didn't respond to it.I knew he wasn't asleep, he just didn't want to talk to me—or didn't know how to communicate with me without being awkward.

All the way back home without a word, Liao Chi was terrified by Mr. Housekeeper's inquiries as soon as he entered the house, and had to stop to explain.I stood behind him, looked down at my toes, and only inserted a sentence at the end, "I have already taken Meng Shao to the hospital" and handed the medicine in my hand to the housekeeper.

After patiently comforting the frightened butler, Liao Chi dragged his exhausted body upstairs to his bedroom. I smiled apologetically at the butler and hurriedly followed.

The door slammed shut in front of me, I touched my nose, stood at the door for a while, and tentatively pressed the doorknob.

Not locked.

I pushed the door open a crack and looked with my head. The quilt on the big bed was bulging in a long strip, with soft black hair and half of the gauze-wrapped shoulders exposed.I walked over lightly and sat on the edge of the bed.

The person on the bed stiffened for a moment, then said coldly, "Get out."

"Anyway, I saved you again today, don't be so heartless." I supported the bed with one hand, and brushed his hair with the other: "Does your arm hurt badly?"

"You don't need to worry about it." He moved away from me, obviously not wanting me to touch him, but his tone was not as cold as before: "Get out."

"Okay, if you really don't want me in, why didn't you lock the door?" I lay down next to him, wrapped my arms around his waist through the quilt, and rubbed the back of his neck with the tip of my nose: "Don't forget, I'm still alive." Angry."

"..." Liao Chi moved his head lightly, but didn't make a sound.

"For the sake of your injury, I won't pursue it with you." I bit down on the side of his neck, sucking the tender meat silently, the tip of my tongue touched the skin and I could even feel the pulsating blood vessels underneath.The boy groaned in pain, and tried to push me away with his backhand, but he couldn't move because of the injury on his shoulder. I grabbed his hand that was about to move around, and clasped it on his lower abdomen.

"Don't move around, I'll just lick twice." I let go of my mouth, rubbed my lips against the red skin that I sucked, and said vaguely.

"Don't move, I feel bad..." Liao Chi tried his best to avoid me, but I held his waist firmly, so he could only bury his head in the quilt with all his strength.

"Uncomfortable?" I pushed aside the quilt, raised my head and kissed his side face, and at the same time, my hand on his lower abdomen quickly moved down, touched the organ that can be said to have not been used once, and teased: "Yeah ? Children who tell lies are punished."

Liao Chi's face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it reached the base of his ears, and he began to stretch his legs to kick me. I immediately withdrew and backed away. Seriously, he whispered in his ear: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

Before he could answer, I immediately said again: "But I still stick to my point of view. I definitely did not call the wrong person that day. You are Liao Chi. To put it bluntly, I know you even if you turn into ashes."

Liao Chi was about to get angry again, so I hurriedly held him down, and the speed of my speech doubled, and I said like a cannonball: "Are you so scared when you saw that wine bottle today? It stands to reason that you haven't been hurt There shouldn’t be such a stress response for the injuries related to it. In fact, this is all the fear left in your subconscious by the you named Liao Chi.”

Liao Chi's struggling movements subconsciously softened. I seized the opportunity and lowered my voice to make the tone sound more convincing: "You were beaten by your alcoholic father with a bottle when you were a child, leaving a serious psychological shadow. This effect is reflected on you as well."

Liao Chi's eyelashes trembled, he unconsciously grasped my fingers tightly, and remained silent for a while.

"Don't believe me?" I asked softly, ready to be kicked out again.

"No." Liao Chi shook his head, pursed his lips slightly, and said hesitantly, "Actually, I dreamed..."

"What?" I was taken aback.

"I dreamed about it." As if gaining confidence, Liao Chi's tone gradually became firm: "I've been having nightmares for the past few days. I dreamed that there was an alcoholic man trying to kill me with a wine bottle. , but I know it's definitely not my father."

Finally he was willing to have a good chat with me. I raised the corners of my lips, and my mood that had been shrouded in haze for the past few days and made me breathless gradually became clearer. I kissed his ear and whispered: "I know, That's not Meng Feng, but in that world, he is indeed your nominal father."

"The nominal... father?" Liao Chi finally turned around, his eyes full of puzzlement, and after looking at me for two seconds, his brows slowly frowned.

I saw what I wanted to see in his bewildered eyes, nodded and said, "That's what you think."

Liao Chi sneered, and covered himself with a quilt: "There must be a limit to nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense." I pulled down the quilt to let him show his mouth and nose: "You actually kind of believe it, don't you?"

Liao Chi couldn't beat me, so he could only let me pull the quilt lower, and said sullenly: "You are insulting my mother."

"..." I was speechless for a while, I didn't think so. I really just told the truth, but in front of Liao Chi, I could only take the blame: "Whatever you think, I'm telling the truth, and nothing is true. Lied to you."

Liao Chi snorted softly and fell silent.Seeing that his body was already relaxed, I reached into the quilt to rub his smooth skin, and at the same time kissed the top of his hair lightly: "Why didn't you tell me about the nightmare before?"

"At that time we were still in the cold war, okay?" Liao Chi said what he thought of, and stretched out his good hand to push my chest: "We are still in the cold war now, so stay away from me."

He didn't use much force at all, it was more like refusal and shame than disgust, I grabbed his hand and kissed it on my lips, sincerely said: "I know I was wrong, can the cold war end?"

"No." Liao Chi turned cold: "Just now you lost your temper at me in the car."

I immediately defended myself: "How can I!"

"You didn't? Who is that with a stinky face saying that you will settle accounts in the future and refuse to look at me?"

I laughed outright angrily: "You slapped me in front of so many people and you're not allowed to be angry?"

Liao Chi choked up, thinking that he had gone too far, but he couldn't admit his cowardice, so he could only argue sternly: "I...wasn't I angry..."

"But you did slap me." I pointed to the side of my face that had been pain free for a long time: "Look, there are still slap marks."

"How is it possible." Even though he said so, the boy still approached me cautiously, stared at my face carefully for a long while, and said, "It's indeed a little red..."

"So how are you going to compensate me?" I pinched his nose, causing him to groan and hide back: "If I wasn't here, you would have been thrown into the operating room by a wine bottle."

Liao Chi's attitude has completely softened, and I let me grope at him: "It's okay, okay, isn't it just compensation, you can take whatever you want."

I secretly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the cold war was over, so I nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, I'll come to you at night to ask for compensation, don't forget to lie down and wait for me."

"Go to hell." The young man twisted my waist awkwardly, and suddenly let out a muffled grunt, his face turning weird.

"Don't...don't do this to me."

"How can I make you?" I kept flicking the protruding spot on his chest with my fingertips, and said calmly.Liao Chi bit his lower lip and tried hard to avoid my fingers, but he was hugged tightly by me. Facing the unbearable itching coming from his sensitive area, he had no choice but to puff out his chest to meet me.

After all, he was a half-grown young man who was full of vigor. After a while, he clung to me and started to dawdle. The young man raised his head slightly and kissed my chin lightly. I squinted my eyes to enjoy it, when someone knocked on the bedroom door.

The housekeeper's voice came from outside the door: "Master, Mr. Meng is back and told you to go down."

Liao Chi put his arm around my neck and rubbed vigorously, muttered angrily when he heard this, and struggled to get up.

"I'll help you get dressed." I kissed his side face, smiled and got out of bed to get his coat, Liao Chi straightened his pants, took a deep breath to calm the agitation in his heart.

Liao Chi raised his injured arm, a little worried: "My dad will definitely ask if he will scold me."

I put on a cardigan shirt for him, buttoned it one by one, and comforted him: "No, you are here to protect the girls, and you are not taking the initiative to provoke trouble."

Liao Chi nodded: "That's right. By the way, I have to call later to ask how Sister Huihui is doing."

"The most injured one is you?" I carefully covered the red marks on his side neck that I sucked out, and patted the top of his head: "Okay, do you want me to go with you?"

"Yes!" Liao Chi put on his shoes and stood up: "You have to help me speak."

"Of course." I opened the door for him and asked in a low voice, "Then we are reconciled?"

Liao Chi turned his head to look at me, and said with a slight smile, "Look at your performance."

"Don't worry, you'll be satisfied." I hooked his little finger and made an oye gesture in my heart.

Meng Feng had just returned from a business trip when he learned that his precious son had injured his shoulder in a fight with someone. He was extremely upset. He was sitting in the living room drinking tea with a tired face.Seeing the bandages protruding from Liao Chi's short sleeves, his face darkened, and he put the teacup heavily on the table.

"Dad." Liao Chi sat obediently next to Meng Feng.

"You got into a fight with someone?"

Liao Chi hummed, but he wasn't afraid at all: "Someone harassed Sister Huihui, and I went up to do it on impulse."

Meng Feng touched his chin, and his face looked better: "You didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"I didn't do anything to him..." Liao Chi glanced at me subconsciously: "Someone was beaten into a stomach bleed."