divorce?Think beautifully!

When Chu Heng came back, it was already early morning.

Fu Sheng reminded him at the door that Fang Yan had already fallen asleep and asked him to move more gently.

"I see."

Chu Xiaoheng stared at the two big red light bulbs, sniffed, and responded with a hoarse throat, his whole body was downcast.

"Third Young Master," Fu Sheng wondered, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you? Have you ever cried?"

This young master is not afraid of the sky and the earth on weekdays, and he has the big and powerful Chu family as his backer, so he has always been bullying others, isn't he supposed to be bullied?

"Who... so and so has cried?" Chu Heng wiped his face, obviously out of breath, "you... you said who cried, but I didn't! Am I going to cry? Are you kidding me? Hmph! Sleep !"

He curled his lips and rushed into the ward quickly.

It's quite imposing outside, but once you step inside, it's like a different person, tiptoeing and sneaking in.

The man had obviously fallen asleep, and all the lights were turned off, leaving only a small yellow night light, barely able to provide such a little bit of light.

The poor Chu Xiaoheng took advantage of this little light and groped his way to the bedside.

Just as he was enjoying himself, his calf hit the foot of the bed with a "bang".

"Oops... um..."

Chu Xiaoheng burst into tears from the pain, and sat down on the edge of the bed, clutching his calf, feeling aggrieved, like screaming but not daring to scream.

That person's sleep is much shallower than that of ordinary people, and he finally fell asleep. If he woke up with a start, it would be difficult to fall asleep again. What's more, he has a bad heart. Breathe very lightly.

When the pain subsided a bit, he lifted the corner of the quilt, rolled into the quilt, and hugged the man's waist from behind.

Uh... so cold!

Fang Yan was weak, prone to sweating, and his body was clammy and cold. Chu Xiaoheng slowly stretched out his paws, wrapped them around, warmed him, and slowly closed his eyes.

Every word Mu De said to him tonight was engraved in his heart. It turned out that Fang Yan had been looking for the enemy who killed his mother. It turned out that Fang Yan's younger sister was killed by someone. The house is Fang Yan's childhood home.

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"You still know how to come back?"

Just as Chu Heng was wandering into the sky and almost fell into a dream, a familiar voice exploded above his head.

"Uh... um... what..."

Chu Xiaoheng was in a daze, thinking he was dreaming!Claws around Fang Yan's thin waist, he muttered softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will protect you, um...catch the bad guys..."

Fang Yan was puzzled, and when he heard that guy chatting endlessly, he became more and more confused.

What is he mumbling about?

"Wake up!" Patting his paws, the man frowned and shook the guy abruptly.

"Huh? You haven't slept?" Chu Heng crawled over from the other side, grinned, and laughed silly. Sleeping? Is there any discomfort? Is the old doctor gone—"

"Let's go," Fang Yan reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, half-closed his eyes, pinched Chu Xiaoheng's chin, and forced him to look up, "Crying? What did Mu De tell you?"

Under the light, the young man's face was full of flowers, one part was gray and the other was white, his eyes were swollen like two big peaches, and his nose was also red. It was obvious that he had cried a lot, it was extremely funny.

"Aha?" Chu Xiaoheng blinked and turned on the play dumb mode, "What am I? What? My brother was with his best friend. He said he saw us, so I went down to say hello, um... We chatted casually, but speaking of it, although that Mu De is a bit older, he looks really good... Ouch! It hurts..."

The strength on the chin increased suddenly, and Chu Xiaoheng cried out in pain.

"It looks delicious?" Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and recalled Mu De's appearance, and couldn't quite understand the meaning of this adjective. "What kind of smell?"

"You, you, you... you let go first, your jaw... um... you will all..."

Chu Heng managed to break free, rubbed his chin, with a puzzled expression on his face, "What is the smell? Well... there is a smell, there is a smell, how can you ask what the smell is! How strange!"

Fang Yan was slightly stunned, unable to understand the mantra of these young people.

"Sleep, sleep," Chu Xiaoheng yawned for a long time, and put his big gray face back into the man's arms, "What time is it, don't go to bed yet! I have to go to work tomorrow! I have to sleep again! My dad scolded."

Fang Yan patted him and asked, "Aren't you going to ask for leave?"

"Ah?" Chu Xiaoheng was confused, "Aren't you leaving the hospital tomorrow morning? Then why should I ask for leave?"

The man also closed his eyes, and snorted softly, "No, I've changed my mind."

Chu Xiaoheng: "..."

What is this person thinking about every day?Why does it change all the time?It's really unpredictable, let's sleep!

Chu Xiaoheng, who was tired from crying and then sleepy, soon fell asleep.

On the other side, Chu Mingkun was still asking Mu De what he had said to his younger brother.

"Xiaoheng has a big temper and a straight temper. Fang Yan is not easy to get along with. If you tell him something..."

Mu De just listened indifferently, with a calm tone, "What are you talking about? Why don't you continue talking?"

Chu Mingkun frowned and didn't answer.

What he said later was not pleasant, so he naturally wouldn't continue to say it, but Mu De...is too abnormal, talking to his brother for so long, and even making him cry, there must be something wrong with it.

"I won't hurt him, don't worry!"

After not hearing a voice for a long time, Mu De Wenwen curled his lips, groped and raised his hand, "Come here, or talk, I can't see..."

Before the words fell, the palm was held backwards by a hand.

"Sorry," the young man said in an apologetic voice, "It won't happen in the future."

Mu De's eyes are bad, so he always has to hear something. When Chu Mingkun is around, he will either talk to him uninterruptedly, or do something for him, such as massage, making tea, peeling apples, etc. Make him sure and clearly aware of his own existence.

"Sleep! It's late."

Chu Mingkun gently squeezed Mu De's hand, smiled slightly, stood up and helped him up, "If you want anything at night, just call me, I'll sleep on the side."

Mu De responded with a smile. After lying down, he felt that the quilt was being tucked in. He suddenly spoke and called Chu Mingkun, "Xiaokun."

"Well, I'm here."

Chu Mingkun quickly agreed.

"Everyone has their own life. Although you are the eldest brother, you often have no way to influence the fate of others, so... don't put too much psychological pressure on it, can you?"

The handsome and blind man spoke softly, every word was like a babbling stream, pleasant to the ear.

Chu Mingkun was stunned.

"Okay, I remember."