Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

"Baby Xiaoxiao, I miss you so much!" Wen Shichu smiled foolishly, and suddenly put his arms around Qi Xiao's waist tightly.

Although the man sits in a wheelchair all year round, due to his long-term exercise, he has a narrow waist and strong buttocks, firm and plump. The lower abdomen under the black shirt is a perfect six-pack with well-cut abdominal muscles.

In the huge restaurant, everyone else had already left. Qi Xiao looked at the young man who was hugging him tightly, his eyes were dim, more cold and complicated.

"Wen Shichu, you're drunk." The man's slender and strong palm hung in the air after hesitating for a long time before gently stroking Wen Shichu's head.

"I'm not drunk, hiccup..." Wen Shichu's face was pressed tightly against Qi Xiao's lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes in a daze, and said strangely: "Huh? Xiaoxiao, do you have a baby warmer on your crotch? Why is it so hot all of a sudden?"

Wen Shichu raised his face, and poked the protruding place where the warm baby was placed with his finger: "Why, why is it still hard..."

"Wen Shichu, do you know where you are touching?" Qi Xiao's face was so dark that it was about to drop ink.

Suddenly, the man wrapped his arms around Wen Shichu's slender waist, wrapped his arms around Wen Shichu's legs, and directly hugged him horizontally.

At this moment, the legs with the aids were suddenly squatting down with difficulty, and they were a little unstable even standing, and they were about to lose their strength.

For decades, he has been exercising, but his crippled legs have always prevented him from acting like a normal person.

I couldn't even do it at the beginning of hugging warmth.

The legs gradually lost their strength, like a wind-up doll. When the time came, the legs were drained of strength.

Qi Xiao's face was gloomy, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The palms tightly hugged the babbling young man in his arms, and a man's heavy muffled sound came out from the space.

With crippled legs, he barely stood up again, hugged the sleeping young man in his arms, and moved into the room bit by bit.

Qi Xiao threw Wen Shichu onto the bed, his back hit the quilt, and his body bounced twice with the ups and downs of the bed.

The legs are completely useless.

He is a cripple.

Qi Xiao wanted to sleep with his eyes closed, and suddenly saw a figure next to him out of the corner of his eye.

With the help of Baoyue, the drunk Wen Shichu suddenly got up by himself, sat on the bed, and looked at Qi Xiao with dreamy eyes.

The almost similar scene, the big bed, the night, and Qi Xiao beside him, the memory hidden deep in the subconscious that has never been remembered by the young man got some kind of hint, making the young man mistakenly think that he was in that night four years ago.

"Ah Xiao, don't break up, okay?" Wen Shichu moved to Qi Xiao's side, and Xinghe's eyes flooded.

"I, what's wrong with me, tell me, I will really change..."

"You don't want me anymore, why don't you want me, am I so annoying?"

Wen Shichu's hoarse voice contained tears, his eyes were shining like stars, and his little finger was hooked on Qi Xiao's sleeve, cautiously.

It was the first time Qi Xiao saw such a fragile Wen Shichu.

Like a petite flower that needs protection.

"I don't want you." Qi Xiao reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Wen Shichu's eyes with his palm.

"Don't touch me!" With a snap, Wen Shichu knocked off the man's hand, trembling violently, looking around in panic.

"Ruan Ruan, where is I Ruan Ruan?" Wen Shichu frantically searched under the quilt with his hands in panic.

Qi Xiao watched Wen Shichu jump up and down quietly, and when he remembered something, his eyes lit up, he took off the assistive devices on his legs, and lay down on the bed slowly.

"If you want to see your son, you can. Unless you tell me how Ruan Ruan got here."