The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (40)

As far as Shu Le could remember, this seemed to be the first time he was held in someone's arms.

Gee.

Weird.

With a shy face, Shu Le rubbed against Gu Rong's arms again.

Gu Rong had just finished teasing Guan Jinxiu without a trace, and was about to leave with Shu Le in his arms, when he realized that this guy was not honest in his arms.

He frowned, looked down at Shu Le who was wrapped in his clothes, and lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble."

Shu Le got cheap and acted like a good boy, with an innocent and harmless face, but the hand covered under the coat sneakily rubbed Gu Rong's abdominal muscles.

Wow.

Eight dollars!

It feels really good in the hand.

Shu Le couldn't help touching it twice, and then sneezed again.

After the sneeze, he coughed a series of times, and the tears flowed out from the coughing.

Gu Rong glanced down, Shu Le in his arms was so hot that even his face turned red, and his eyes were half-closed from sleepiness.

The once gorgeous and moist lips were dry and pale.

However, even if it becomes so sick.

Don't forget to take advantage of others.

Gu Rong could only feel deeply helpless.

He stretched out his hand to change Shu Le into a more comfortable position, let his head rest on his big arm, and then gently patted the buttocks of the man in his arms with the other hand dragging Shu Le's waist and hips: "Touch me again I will punish you to stand in a military posture."

Shu Le: "???"

Shu Le's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he violently shook his head in refusal.

To be honest, he can't remember the last time he stood in a military posture, but he doesn't know why... When he heard this word, his whole body wanted to refuse.

Shu Le thought for a while silently, and felt that he must have been hurt by Junzi once.

Shu Le, who was poked hard on the sore spot, immediately calmed down obediently, leaning on Gu Rong's chest obediently with her eyes lowered.

The four eyes met, Shu Le hoarse voice did not forget to fight again: "Don't stand in the military posture!"

Gu Rong: "..."

Gu Rong rubbed Shu Le's butt, sighed and said, "Cover it up, don't blow the wind and aggravate the cold."

Shu Le's body was indeed not very comfortable, and he wasn't going to make it difficult for him. After listening to Gu Rong's words, he was going to cover his coat again.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes. When he was adjusting his position, he accidentally saw Guan Jinxiu who was still standing aside from the corner of his eye.

The conversation just now had ended for quite a while, and Shu Le realized that Guan Jinxiu hadn't left yet.

However, Shu Le is really heartless and ungrateful. The past time is like water that never returns, and he can no longer arouse his interest at all.

So Shu Le lazily withdrew the realization placed on Guan Jinxiu, turned around, and pointed his butt at him.

Guan Jinxiu naturally saw all of Shu Le's movements.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Shu Le for a long while: "Shu Le, do you really want to go back with Gu Rong?"

Alas.

Check it out.

Just now he was called Master Marshal, but in a blink of an eye he became Gu Rong.

In order to show respect, Shu Le had to blink his eyes and look at Guan Jinxiu, as if he was being called by his name. He seemed to have really thought about it for a few seconds.

Then smash it, smash your mouth, and said with a sad face: "Jinxiu, ah, I'm not saying you're not good...but the pocket money you gave me to support my little lover is too little..."

Guan Jinxiu: "???"

Gu Rong twitched the corners of his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but finally held back with difficulty.

Shu Le's cold this time came suddenly, and his physical condition was not good, but the blood color faded from his face in the morning, and he was very fragile.

At this moment, when he opened his mouth to complain, at first glance, it really looked like Guan Jinxiu had embezzled his food.

Shu Le smashed his mouth, rubbed his nose pitifully, and groaned twice in a playful voice: "I can't get enough to eat or wear warm clothes at your place, so I won't let her go out to work..."

Guan Jinxiu may have never seen a person as indiscriminate as Shu Le, so he was stunned for a moment.

Gu Rong really couldn't bear Shu Le talking in that hoarse voice, turned his head to look at Guan Jinxiu, and then strode out of the military office with Shu Le in his arms.

The aircraft stopped at the military gate.

Gu Rong walked away with Shu Le in his arms, passing by curious eyes of many officers and soldiers along the way.

Shu Le was dizzy from the fever. If he could barely hold up his strength to say a few nasty words just now, he looked like a ball that was slowly being emptied——

Behind the bravado lies a touch of decay and withering.

Shu Le narrowed his eyes, and reached out to touch his forehead, but before he could touch it, Gu Rong held it into his palm.

Normally, the temperature of Gu Rong's palm is much higher than that of Shu Le's, but this touch made Shu Le feel that Gu Rong's palm was slightly cold.

It's over.

It won't burn into a fool's egg, will it?

Shu Le pursed her lips, thought about it with some worry, and complained softly, as if she came out of her mouth.

It's like I've complained so many times before.

He said, "Gu Rong, I'm so hot."

In the rush of footsteps, Shu Le heard Gu Rong's heartbeat.

Although the pace was hurried, Shu Le didn't feel how much bumps he had, as if Gu Rong was afraid of bumping him.

Careful as if guarding a treasure that has been found again after going through all kinds of hardships and dangers.

Vaguely, he saw that Gu Rong seemed to lower his head, and softly whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, Lele, we'll be home soon."

Shu Le responded in a low voice, wanting to tell Gu Rong that there was nothing to be afraid of, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat had completely stopped working, and he hadn't made a sound for a long time.

Ah shit.

Tailang will be punished.

Shu Le coughed twice more depressed, and tried again, but it still didn't work.

Gu Rong held Shu Le's hand tightly, and after Shu Le turned his attention away, he smiled: "Hey, sleep for a while, and go back when you wake up."

Shu Le didn't feel sleepy at first, but I don't know if it was because Gu Rong was lying too comfortably in Gu Rong's arms.

The morning light has passed, and the sun in the distance is trying to climb up little by little.

Shu Le yawned, and he just saw the corners of the dress he used to perform in the Eighteenth Company of Dramatic Dramas swaying beautifully under the swift steps and the breeze.

It seemed that Gu Rong lowered his head slightly, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

Shu Le's illness came on fiercely. When he woke up in the morning, he looked like he was still bleeding from chicken blood, but before noon, he had shriveled into a miserable ball.

Gu Rong has been fighting abroad for a long time, so naturally he has always had a private doctor.

It’s just that this private doctor is rarely useful. When I suddenly received Gu Rong’s message today, I was stunned for a while, and subconsciously said: “Isn’t it, Gu Shuai, are you sick?”

Gu Rong only left a time limit before hanging up the optical brain communication.

private doctor:"……"

This reaction doesn't look like I'm sick.

However, the marshal did not dare not listen to his words, the poor little doctor had no choice but to let go of the young fresh meat he had finally soaked, and walked out of the bar with a sad face.

Longyin had been waiting outside for a long time, and after the doctor got on the aircraft, she took the initiative to say hello: "Doctor Song, long time no see! You look very dissatisfied! Is it because you haven't successfully launched just now?"

Song Rushuang: "..."

Ha ha.

The aircraft slowly started the unmanned mode, and there was no one in the cockpit.

Only Longyin was as active as a two-hundred-pound dog.

Song Rushuang looked around and caught the location where Longyin's voice came from. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't bear it and said: "Longyin, I've always been curious, who made your programming for you?"

What a distorted brain circuit it is to configure such a unique mech program.

——Anyway, it must not be Gu Rong.

Song Rushuang felt that if one day he could find the person who maintains and configures Longyin, he must visit in person, and beg that big boss to show mercy and accept Longyin, a wicked evildoer.

However, it is impossible to subdue the demon, after all, Longyin is addicted to being a demon and cannot extricate herself.

Its voice paused for a moment in the empty flight cabin, and said in a humming voice: "I can't tell you anymore, if I do, I will be scolded by the marshal."

Song Rushuang: "..."

Please, shut up.

As if afraid that Longyin would say one more word, Song Rushuang took the initiative to close her mouth and eyes and remained completely silent.

He began to comfort himself countless times in his heart——

Forget it, forget it, be a buddhist, and don't compare yourself to the psycho mecha.

Mecha is innocent.

Only the chief designer who dubbed Longyin into this picture is the culprit.

Don't be angry.

Don't get angry.

Song Rushuang took countless deep breaths, and finally managed to return to normal.

He thought for a while, and finally asked a more serious question: "I just received a message from Gu Shuai, is he injured or sick? But I don't think Gu Shuai seems to be injured or sick."

Long Yin's voice came out from somewhere in the control panel: "That's right, that's right, Gu Rong is not injured, it's his lifeblood that was injured!"

"Lifeblood?"

Song Rushuang was taken aback.

It may be that he has seen too many little yellow texts recently. He almost drove on the highway. After struggling to change his mind, he said, "You mean the one who is sick?"

Longyin paused for a while this time, and then said in a low voice: "Doctor Song, do you still remember Shu Le?"

Song Rushuang was stunned for a moment.

In the interstellar era with highly developed technology, the rapid development of artificial intelligence has stripped away many occupations that should exist, but it is increasingly difficult to find a doctor with excellent professional skills.

Fully automatic medical treatment covers more than half of the Capital Star, and the same automatic consultation and case screening and answering have become the main way of judgment.

However, viruses often develop equally fast, and complete artificial intelligence alone cannot perfectly chase the virus derivation process immediately.

From unknown to well-known, Song Rushuang went from a newly graduated doctor to opening a hospital by herself.

From a poor boy who was poor and white to a wealthy and handsome son-in-law.

But he still couldn't get rid of the slavery of the marshal.

And in the days when he was enslaved the most, he was called to heal by only one name——

Shule.

A famous family in the empire, the extremely intelligent and domineering young master of the Shu family.

It's just different from what outsiders see.

The time when Song Rushuang saw this young master Shu was usually at noon after early morning.

Young Master Shu, who was widely discussed among the crowd, was sleeping deeply on the bed in the master bedroom with hickey marks all over his body.

A thin layer of cotton blanket was slanted over his body, barely covering his waistline and lower parts.

He turned slightly sideways, frowning in discomfort, and the shoulder bones on the left and right sides of his back were like butterflies about to fly.

But he was dragged into hell by those chasing after him.

The pajamas that Gu Rong was wearing were of the same style and color as the ones that were draped over the back of the chair next to him.

He sat on the side of the bed, bowed his head gently and kissed Shu Le's lips, then turned to Song Rushuang and said, "I was angry last night, maybe I did it ruthlessly. He doesn't want to go to the hospital, so you can have a look."

That was the first time Song Rushuang saw Shu Le.

Under Gu Rong's scrutinizing and slightly sour eyes, he gently lifted the thin blanket covering Shu Le's body.

Then he saw the dark golden chain tied around the boy's ankle.

The chain was connected to the bedpost, and several links were buckled heavily.

Lock that person's freedom from the light of day.

Five years are like water.

Memories fade a little bit in the water.

Even the person he had kept in mind repeatedly was sentenced to a wandering planet along with a punishment letter, and he would never return for life.

Song Rushuang herself thought that she had already forgotten about that young man from the Shu family——

But found out today that this is not the case.

Maybe it's really seductive.

However, Shu Le's complexion is excellent.

Song Rushuang did not answer Longyin's words.

Longyin failed to gossip, and was immediately very disappointed. She called Song Rushuang several times before calling back to Hun'er: "Doctor Song, are you thinking about the little fresh meat in the bar just now?"

Song Rushuang: "..."

No.

He just thought of Shule again.

After pausing for a moment, Song Rushuang did not directly answer Longyin's words, but raised her legs and resumed her usual playboy manner.

He opened his mouth seemingly inadvertently, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I remember Shu Le, why, he's back?"