After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu went to pick him up outside the city, King Jingkang already knew about it, so he brought the guards in the mansion and his personal servant. This servant looks like Zhang San and Li Si next door. His actual name is Zhang Wu, and he is called Xiao Wu. , has been guarding the front of the carriage that Song Shu was supposed to sit in, and when he saw Master Song get off the carriage, he immediately ran over.

"Xiao Wu, you send your master back to the room, get him some water—"

Before Master Song got out of the car, he artificially cooled his face, which was about to be scalded to ripe shrimp, on the cold coffee table. He didn't dare to touch Song Shu. He wanted Zhang Wu to help him out and take him back, but he didn't finish his sentence. Song Shu suddenly opened his eyes and called out, "Brother."

Master Song's voice stopped abruptly, and he was blown away by the shout of "brother", feeling the back of his neck was cold.Turning around, Song Shu got out of the carriage in a daze, his face was still red, and he stretched out his hand to pull him: "Brother...you can take me back."

Master Song stared at him for two seconds, but before he said anything, Song Shu tripped over himself and accidentally fell into his arms when he got off the car.

Master Song subconsciously stretched out his hand to push him away, but then abruptly stopped the impulse, looked down at the bewildered beauty in his arms, the more he looked at this red-lipped beauty, the more he felt it.

want to bite.

Master Song is going crazy: he is a straight man! ! !How could there be such an idea! ! !

It must be due to the nature of the medicine!definitely is!

But Song Shu grabbed his sleeves, his slender fingers were so white that it was shockingly white against his black coat, that kind of weak beauty stimulated his retinas constantly, Song Master's hand fell to his waist involuntarily, trying to hold him he.

Song Shu fell headlong into his arms and closed his eyes, his hair was disheveled, just clutching his clothes and not moving.

Master Song took a deep breath: This shouldn't be the blackened one, right?If he had just been killed by Slag Gong himself, would he still have the mentality to slip into someone's arms after being reborn?

Thinking of this, Master Song glanced at Zhang Wu, who was stunned beside him, and recalled the memory of the original owner who was full of jealousy, and found that the normal person setting in the early stage was more suitable for him: "What are you doing in a daze? Ask someone to open the door."

Prince Jingkang's Mansion occupies a very large area, with the main entrance on the north facing the palace, two side entrances on the east and west, the capital city gate on the east and the back entrance on the south.

The door they are walking through now is the side door on the east side, the one closest to the city gate.

Originally, I came back to visit because my father was ill, so there was no need to enter through the main entrance with great fanfare.

Master Song looked at Song Shuyan's red face, and felt the scalding heat on his shoulders. It's really not easy to use other people's hands. Zhang Wu is very clever, and he knows what happened to his master as soon as he touches it. Master Song Unexpectedly, his burn was worse than his own, so he could only walk inside while holding Song Shu in his arms while pressing down on the fire.

When he reached the threshold, Song Shu tripped again, knocked his forehead down on his chest, and frowned again.

Master Song weighed it over and over again. Seeing that the servants around him were waiting for him to go in, he was heartbroken, and simply stretched out his hand to hold Song Shu's waist, and passed the other hand under his knee - hugging him up.

Song Shu leaped into the air, and subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around Song Master's neck. At that moment, Song Master clearly felt the stiffness of his body. He almost thought that Song Shu couldn't hold on anymore, but in the next second, Song Shu slowly raised his eyelids, The sparkling peach blossom eyes paused for a moment on his face, his stiff body relaxed a little, he closed his eyes, and hugged his hands even tighter.

He huddled in Master Song's arms, allowing Master Song to hold him in.

Master Song ignored those strange gazes, and walked quickly to Song Shu's courtyard in his memory.

Jing Xiu stayed outside the door knowing the times, while Zhang Wu followed his master and trotted after Master Song. The scenery along the road was beautiful and beautiful, and the buildings of the palace were very flavorful. In the past, Master Song would definitely not Check the field to see if it is suitable for scene shooting, but now he has no intention of admiring the scenery.

His heart was getting hotter and hotter by the touch of his arms like a fireball, and his feet were like stepping on hot wheels. Master Song rationally used the so-called "light skill" of this body without any discomfort, and was even very proficient. Within a few steps, he blinked They looted to Song Shu's residence, Wan Shuzhai.

Wan Shuzhai, which means ten thousand volumes of books, there is a "book" in Song Shu's name, and he was raised as the son of the prince since he was a child. He is knowledgeable and talented. This name fits him best.

Song Shu is a person who likes cleanliness very much. Apart from the maid who sweeps the yard, there is only one personal servant. The guards sent by King Jingkang are only around the yard and will not go in, so there are few flowers and plants in the yard. The door of the bedroom in the distance can be seen at a glance from the door.

Song Shu in his arms was twitching restlessly, a pair of slender, white hands that were originally on his neck, slipped down involuntarily, and fumbled all over his body, making Master Song want to pull his hands off.

Originally, the clothes were not tied very well, but now they are messed up again.

Master Song kicked open the door of the bedroom, smashed open the bead curtain, and threw the man half-thrown on the bed amidst the jingle of wind chimes in front of the door. Wugong, and his body is so thin, he was afraid of breaking it.

Just as he turned around to leave, Song Shu's hand grabbed him again.

There was mist in his half-opened eyes, and even his voice seemed to be raving: "Brother...where are you going?"

He murmured, "I'm so uncomfortable...so hot..."

Confused?

Master Song took a deep breath and didn't look back. He shook his sleeves and wanted him to let go, but he could only pretend to be calm when he was so anxious: "You have a fever... I'll ask someone to prepare water for you to wash, and find a doctor to come and have a look. You first Sleep for a while, it won't be hot in a while."

There was no movement after a while, and just when Master Song couldn't help but shake him off, he saw the curtain at the head of the bed move out of the corner of his eye—Song Shu let go of his hand, and responded indistinctly, with a hoarse but soft voice , like an aggrieved child: "Okay."