The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

The young man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and sharp. He lowered his eyes and checked his body, only to find that there were only a few minor scratches, and he was slightly relieved.

Bai Cang smiled and called Bai Su's name, waiting for a long time, but did not hear any response.

The smile on Bai Cang's face gradually froze.

Regardless of the nurse's obstruction, he tore off the infusion needle, grabbed a doctor at random, strangled his neck tightly, and asked eagerly: "Who was sent to the hospital with me? Where is it now?" ?”

The doctor was frightened by the ferocious expression on his face, and pointed to a ward opposite with trembling fingers, "Also, there is another young man who lives there."

After hearing this answer, Bai Cang left the doctor rudely, and hurried to the opposite ward, with deep expectation in his eyes, he asked the nurse next to him, "When will he wake up?"

The nurse hesitated, looking at his expression carefully, "The doctor said that he is currently under observation. As for the time of waking up, he is not sure yet. It may be today, or it may take a year or two..."

As the nurse kept opening and closing her mouth, Bai Cang's face gradually darkened. He nodded and signaled the nurse to go out first. He sat on the chair beside him and stared quietly at the young man on the bed. There is a hint of well-hidden fear.

After all, such a miracle happened once, and no one can guarantee that it will happen a second time.

However, Bai Cang at this moment can only secretly pray for God's mercy, and can only rely on this faint hope to calm himself down, so as not to lose control now.

Bai Cang hardly dared to think about what he would do if Bai Su really abandoned him this time.

Blood continued to ooze out from the pricked wound on the back of the hand, pooling slowly, dripping down the drooping fingers on the ground, and gradually smudged, which looked extraordinarily weird in the quiet ward.

As time passed day by day, Liao Qingsen was still sleeping.

In the dark basement, a young man in white clothes like snow is sitting on the chair at the top, his straight and slender legs are crossed together, his slender hands are stretched out, holding a blue teacup in his palm, revealing a piece of ice like frost from the first snow. The bright wrist is extremely alluring.

The young man looked at the man a few steps away, his eyes were cold and dead.

Lying on the floor was a man covered in cuts and bruises. He was wearing clothes that had long been covered by blood so that his original color could not be seen. His breathing was so weak that it was hardly audible. Sensing the presence of the boy, he raised his head with difficulty, revealing his face from the messy hair.

It was a very terrifying face, enough to scare any disobedient urchin into tears.

Centipede-like scars criss-crossed, hideous and ugly, some of which had already formed blood scabs, while others were still bleeding. It could be seen that these injuries could not be caused in a day or two.

The long-term inhuman torture had already exhausted his energy. The moment Han Wenxuan saw the young man, he almost thought he was hallucinating, and calmly wondered if it was about to usher in the return of light.

After all, since that incident happened, Bai Cang wanted to kill him, so how could he come to see him?

Although he knew that because of that car accident, Bai Cang hated him deeply and ordered people to torture him day and night, making it impossible for him to survive or die, but Han Wenxuan did not regret it.

If God gave him another chance, he would probably still make the same choice.

Not everyone is open-minded enough to watch their loved one show affection with others. Han Wenxuan is just one of them. He has known Bai Cang for so many years, and he already knows his temper well. As soon as he rescued Liao Qingsen, he knew that the other party was definitely making a compromise for Bai Su.

No matter before or now, Bai Cang has always been so far away from him. Before that, Bai Cang regarded his sincerity as if it were a shoe, and then he hated it even more.

Bai Cang could never accept him.

The moment he recognized the reality, Han Wenxuan was dazzled by the flames of jealousy, so under the instigation of alcohol, he quietly drove behind the Bai family's car, found the right time, and slammed into it.

Han Wenxuan tried to open his mouth, and said in a hoarse and indiscernible voice: "...you kill me." There was an unignorable sadness and faint expectation in his tone.

Having gone through so much, Han Wenxuan has lost the vigor of the past, and now he only seeks a relief.

"Kill you?" Bai Cang repeated softly, the smile on his face became brighter, but it was extremely dangerous. He looked down at the man lying on the ground like a dead dog, his eyebrows were as sharp as a sword, and his eyes were as cold as a knife. Dao said, "It's not enough to kill you. The pain you are going through now is less than one-tenth of mine."

"Hehe..." Han Wenxuan laughed out loud when he heard the words, and the stern voice like a night owl echoed in the room, making everyone who heard it terrified.

"...It's been three years, three years have passed, and your anger still hasn't subsided?" He looked at Bai Cang, and for some reason, his eyes were tinged with sadness and pity.

Bai Cang was aroused by his eyes, and snorted coldly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered in an instant.

In the quiet basement, Bai Cang's faint and cold voice was very clear: "Live, live well, and you will know that sometimes death is also a luxury."

Saturday morning is Bai Cang's regular time to go to the hospital. He has insisted on this habit for three years, so when he reappeared today, no matter the doctor or the nurse, it has long been commonplace. A little curiosity.

The young man on the hospital bed fell asleep alone, with a quiet and peaceful expression, but because he lived in the inner room for a long time, his skin inevitably became a little sickly pale, and his body was extremely thin.

When Bai Cang arrived, Zheng Tan was wiping the young man's cheeks and arms with a towel, his movements were unbelievably gentle, especially since he also had a handsome and wild face, matching it together was indescribably inconsistent.

Although Bai Cang has been watching such a scene for three years, he is still not used to it, but as time goes by, he gradually understands Zheng Tan.

He hoped that Asu would exist in this body, but Zheng Tan hoped that this person would still be Liao Qingsen, the complete Liao Qingsen.

Everyone has their own selfishness, and on this point the two can never reach a unity, so although they often meet, they rarely talk.

Seeing Bai Cang's appearance, Zheng Tan's hands froze slightly. He had deduced the truth from Bai Cang's few words. Although he knew that he couldn't move the other party, he reluctantly chose to back down under the pressure of reality. , but out of the basic professional ethics of a policeman, Zheng Tan instinctively rejected Bai Cang.

Bai Cang looked at the young man on the hospital bed with obscure eyes. It is undeniable that Bai Cang's feelings towards the young man are very complicated now, because Liao Qingsen's love for Bai Su back then, it was only natural that he would feel disgusted. But on the other hand, thinking of that one-in-a-million possibility, Bai Cang sincerely hoped that he would wake up as soon as possible.

Zheng Tan intentionally sped up his movements, smoothed out the young man's clothes and hair lightly, pinched his cheek habitually, leaned over slightly, and whispered pretending to be disgusted: "It's really nice for you to lie here and pretend to be dead." It's so ugly, if you've had enough fun, wake up early, wake up and scold me, I've been waiting."

The young man still didn't respond. Zheng Tan waited for a while, but in the end he was only disappointed like he had been waiting countless times before. He stood up and carried the toiletries into the bathroom, not noticing the slight movement of Liao Qingsen's hand under the quilt. for a moment.

The ward became quiet, Bai Cang stood by the window, staring at the weeping willows dancing in the wind outside, his eyes were gray and cold, and his voice was melancholy: "When will you be willing to come back to see me?"

No one answered him, Bai Cangku stood for a while, then turned around casually, but keenly noticed that the young man's eyelashes were trembling weakly.

Bai Su's figure froze for a moment, realizing that the other party was waking up, he excitedly walked forward quickly, sat on the side of the bed, looked at the young man nervously and anxiously, and whispered softly: "A Su..."

At that moment, Bai Cang felt unprecedented fear.

The frequency of the young man's eyeballs turning faster and faster, after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Cang.

The four eyes met, the eyes met, Bai Cang's hands began to tremble, he felt that at this moment his heart was being squeezed fiercely by an invisible big hand, and the owner of the hand was the young man on the hospital bed.

The other party firmly holds the power of life and death, and can easily decide whether he will survive or die immediately with just one sentence.

The young man was silent for a moment, his eyes gradually cleared up, he looked at Bai Cang coldly, his tone was alienated and suspicious, "Who are you?"

Liao Qingsen was really puzzled. Although the face in front of him looked very familiar, why did he vaguely feel that he shouldn't be like this?

As soon as his words fell, the smile on Bai Cang's face froze completely.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liao Qingsen tried to move his arms. After finding that he was physically strong, he slowly sat up while supporting the bed.

When Zheng Tan came out after washing his hands, his gaze instantly met a pair of clear eyes. His mind went blank for a moment, and a huge surprise came suddenly, which stunned him completely.

After being dazed for a moment, Zheng Tan quickly walked over, carefully placing his hands on the other's shoulders, with an unconcealable tremor in his tone, "...you, are you awake?"

Hearing his voice, Liao Qingsen, who was looking down in thought, suddenly raised his head. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zheng Tan, smiled without warmth, and asked slowly, "Who was that just now?" You're the one who called me ugly, right?"

"Uh..." Zheng Tan was speechless for a moment, and suddenly had a very bad premonition, because he found that he seemed to be suffocating once without knowing it.

Of course, the extremely difficult road of pursuit afterwards also directly proved that his premonition was correct.

Here Zheng Tan is still trying to explain more and more black and white, but the pale face on the side is getting worse and worse. He finally couldn't stand it anymore, got up and walked out, the cruel and cold aura around him was directly shocked and waited outside A group of bodyguards were silent.

Liao Qingsen is already awake, so where is his Asu?

Painful and desperate, Bai Cang stretched out his hands to cover his cheeks, and warm tears flowed from his palms.

After returning from the hospital, the housekeeper told him that Han Wenxuan committed suicide by biting his tongue, but Bai Cang didn't hear it, his face was like the surface of a lake in the cold winter months, without the slightest ripple, and his eyes were as cold as death.

Now that Asu is gone, what does the life and death of other people have to do with him?

Seeing him like this, the butler didn't dare to bother him with trivial matters anymore, thinking that the boy who was blocked by him and claimed to be the twin brother of his husband was probably just a madman with a mental disorder?After all, the two look completely different, tsk tsk, are all liars so unprofessional nowadays?

The butler, who had been in office for less than three years, had no idea what a stupid decision he had made, so he stepped back with a smile on his face.

"qaq, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, ask your husband. I am really his younger brother, the only younger brother. Why doesn't qaq believe me..."

Bai Su, who was stopped outside the door, was about to be tortured and cried. In the car accident three years ago, he overflowed from Bai Cang's body inexplicably, and then was blown by a cold wind from nowhere, It drifted directly to a remote mountainous area, and then possessed a young man who had just died.

As for your question, why did he come back here three full years late?

Don't you know that the traffic in mountainous areas basically depends on walking?

Don't you know that Bai Su's sense of direction is extremely poor?

Really unable to enter the house, Bai Su could only helplessly express that he had waited until midnight to climb the wall, no matter how tight the protection was, there would be negligence, this was his home after all, Bai Su knew everything about this place, and if he wanted to sneak in, he could not. It's not impossible, but I hope the defense system of the Bai family hasn't changed much in the past three years.

With heavy eyelids and fatigue, Bai Cang lay on the bed, his eyes gradually blurred, with a serene and happy smile on his face, and empty bottles of sleeping pills were scattered on the floor beside him.

"I'm here to find you..." Bai Cang murmured softly.

Because of Bai Su's incident, he often woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night in the past three years, and he hasn't felt so relaxed for a long time.

The body is extremely tired, Bai Cang thinks he can finally sleep well this time, right?

A few minutes later, Bai Cang was woken up.

Someone was crying next to his ear, wronged and sad, calling his name over and over again, cold tears dripped on his cheeks, but it made his pale heart tremble.

Bai Cang opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the face of a boy with a completely unfamiliar face.

"Asu?" He asked weakly, his expression still in a daze.

Bai Su nodded his head.

"Is that you?"

"It's me! It's me."

Bai Cang raised his hand with great effort, and lightly touched the other's hand on his shoulder, with a sense of comfort, and the movements were extremely familiar, as if he had been doing this unconsciously since he was born Yes, everything is very natural.

Only this time, his actions failed to calm his younger brother down. Bai Su, who had finally returned to his side, felt extremely sad, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Why didn't you wait for me? Such a stupid thing..."

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Bai Cang comforted him with a smile, and didn't tell him that if he didn't have the will to die and gave up his survival, this amount of sleeping pills would not be enough to kill him.

Bai Cang cheered up, asked Bai Su to call his personal doctor, and then lay quietly in Bai Su's arms, looking greedily at his now completely different but extraordinarily handsome face, "Why should Make me wait so long?"

It’s okay if he didn’t ask, but when he asked, Bai Su cried even harder, and complained: “Don’t you know that I don’t know the way, qaq I’ve been trapped in the deep mountain for a long time and I can’t get out. The car only comes once a month, and it’s expensive, and I have no money..."

"so……"

Bai Su burst into tears, feeling unspeakably pitiful, "So I gave them Dabai Xiaobai..."

Bai Cang was puzzled: "Dabai Xiaobai?"

"It's my two little pigs!"

"..."