Wearing a little crying bag as a paranoid villain [Transmigration Book]

Chu Xuan went downstairs, stretched out his small hand to pick up the newly filled bowl of hot porridge on the table.

"Xiao Xuan, do you want to bring the porridge upstairs? I'll do this, it won't be good if it burns you." Seeing that Chu Xuan was about to turn around and go upstairs, Lingzi quickly stopped him.

The child has delicate skin and tender meat, and the porridge has just been served, so it may still be a little hot.

Chu Xuan shook his head, and returned a cute smile, "It's okay, it's not hot." After saying that, Chu Xuan turned and left the living room.

Ding Xiaohui drank all the porridge in the bowl, and blinked his eyes in surprise when he saw that Chu Xuan was about to bring the porridge to the boy in black.

It turned out that the relationship between the two brothers was not bad.

Because his hands are small, he can only hold the bowl with both hands. The wall of the bowl is a bit hot, but the heat is tolerable.Chu Xuan was afraid that the porridge would splash on the edge if he walked in a hurry, so he watched the stairs slowly going up from time to time.

Pushing the door open, Chu Xuan walked to the bed with short legs, and saw that Yan Mengsheng had already run to the bed, leaning against the head of the bed like a sick child, his face had not recovered yet.

Yan Mengsheng, who has always shown people with a cold face, is the first time to give people the feeling that he is so weak that he will disappear when the wind blows.

Chu Xuan felt Yan Mengsheng's lazy gaze cast towards him. The gaze fell on him and never moved away. He put the porridge bowl on the side cabinet, and then stared at the cabinet in a daze for a while. .

Has the location of the cabinet moved?

Chu Xuan looked at the cabinet and pondered for two seconds, then looked at Yan Mengsheng who looked more like a patient than a patient on the bed, he probably made a mistake.

Seeing that Chu Xuan's attention was not on him, but on the cabinet, Yan Mengsheng found a sense of presence for himself, and he coughed twice, which seemed to be the case.

Chu Xuan: "..." Brother, you injured your hand.

Chu Xuan really wanted to complain, but in order not to make the "patient" in front of him unhappy, he still swallowed the words in his stomach.

"Don't look at the cabinet, look at me." Yan Mengsheng half-closed his weak eyes, but his voice didn't sound weak at all, instead he was quite energetic.

Chu Xuan let out an indifferent "Oh", before stirring the porridge with a spoon, his eyes slightly poked out to look at the young man lying on the bed, and asked softly: "Brother, it seems that you are not so weak anymore, you seem to be much better , you should be able to drink porridge by yourself, right?"

"I am false."

But the voice is so firm and full of confidence.

Chu Xuan: "???"

Chu Xuan raised his eyes to look at him in disbelief, and the latter did not change his face, his expression was as indifferent as the wind.

"..."

At first, he still felt that he was unwell, but now it looked like he was pretending, just bullying himself to serve him, and then he still couldn't expose this big brother.

Chu Xuan stretched out his fleshy right hand to stir the porridge again and again, but nothing could be seen on his flushed face, only the movement range of stirring the porridge gradually increased.

Yan Mengsheng folded his arms, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up. He could clearly see Chu Xuan's deliberate little movements after being deflated.

Secretly poking at the puffed cheeks, one can faintly see the gnashing of teeth inside, the grape-like pupils drooping in anger, the long and dense eyelashes fluttering slightly, like a doll.

The more Yan Mengsheng looked at Chu Xuan like this, the more interesting he felt in his heart, and finally the interest even showed on his face.

Chu Xuan stirred it twice, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and there were a few yellowish radish diced lying quietly among the milky white rice, delicate and attractive.

He handed the spoon to Yan Mengsheng.

Yan Mengsheng first glanced at the porridge on the spoon, then at Chu Xuan's dry smirk, as if he was thinking about something, but finally said nothing, the corners of his lips curled up, he opened his lips slightly, and put the porridge in the spoon He sipped it into his mouth, tasted it a few times, then slid his Adam's apple twice, and ate it into his stomach.

Finally, he pursed his lips in recollection.

When Yan Mengsheng drank the porridge just now, he had deep eyebrows and eyes. After taking a sip, he savored it carefully. facial expressions and movements.

"Not hot?" Chu Xuan said softly seeing that he didn't shout hot.

"Whether it's hot or not, I've finished drinking it." Yan Mengsheng answered with a clear voice, and looked at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan: "..." Letting the person in front of him speak human words is a life science issue worth pondering.

Seeing that Chu Xuan's fair face was turned into a pink and tender peach by anger, Yan Mengsheng put away his provocative playfulness, and if he teased him for a while, he might blow Chu Xuan's hair.

Just when Yan Mengsheng thought that Chu Xuan would hold back and say nothing, he suddenly heard the voice of a baby.

"Brother, if you want me to try the temperature, you should tell me earlier. Maybe the food after I taste it will taste better?"

When it's time to be shameless, you have to be shameless. Talk about people when you see people, talk about ghosts when you see ghosts, and talk about inhuman things when you see Yan Mengsheng.

Yan Mengsheng looked at the child in front of him up and down, he was stunned for three seconds, and he was also speechless for a while, his dark eyes rolled slightly in his eye sockets, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out how to answer Chu Xuan's words.

Unable to continue staring at Chu Xuan stupidly, Yan Mengsheng raised his eyebrows and changed the topic, "The porridge will be cold in a while."

Chu Xuan smiled triumphantly.

In the end, Yan Mengsheng drank half a bowl, and then he yelled that he was cold and stopped drinking. Chu Xuan looked at the time, and it was time to sleep.

"Since you're done drinking, brother, let's have a good rest. I'm going back to sleep too." Chu Xuan held the porridge bowl in his left hand, and his milky white hand was much whiter than a white porcelain spoon. item, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that the item was still there.

"En." Yan Mengsheng responded casually.

When Chu Xuan walked to the door, he was stopped by a cold and indifferent voice behind him.

"Jiang Xuan."

Um?Chu Xuan took a step forward before realizing that he was calling him. Turning around, he looked at the young man on the bed who had regained some composure.

Chu Xuanjing waited for his next words.

The young man opened and closed his red lips, "I want to hear those two words."

Those two words?Chu Xuan thought for a while, then suddenly realized "Ah", bent his spiritual eyes, pinched the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and made a heart shape.

"Compared to my heart." The milk's voice was sweet, making people feel a crisp and soft feeling of pity in the bottom of my heart.

Yan Mengsheng pursed the corner of his lips, and said softly: "It's not this."

"It's not this..." Chu Xuan's beautiful eyeballs twitched in the sockets, and suddenly thought of the two words Yan Mengsheng said, and the raised eyes were lively, shining like stars, pink Her small lips lifted up with a smile: "Good night."

The boy's eyebrows were soft, and the corners of his mouth raised a very shallow arc.

"Good night."

After hearing Yan Mengsheng's cold and gentle voice, Chu Xuan opened the door and left Yan Mengsheng's room.

Chu Xuan went downstairs, put the porridge bowl on the dining table in the living room, touched the sharp object in his pocket with his right hand, his heart sank, and took out the sharp object from his pocket, which was still stained with dried blood. It was shocking to look at, and it made people tremble.

If people who don't know see this thing, they might think it's a murder weapon at the murder scene.

Chu Xuan frowned. Yan Mengsheng's bipolar disorder won't get better in a short while, and his self-harm behavior is too serious. Now he can only do his best to help him relieve his bipolar disorder.

Chu Xuan wrapped the sharp objects in paper, put them in a bag and threw them into the trash can. Looking at the dried blood on his hands, his heart still couldn't help trembling.

He felt more and more that Yan Mengsheng should have lived a better life, instead of being immersed in the shadow of pain and depression and unable to escape.

Perhaps his real mission is not to prevent the villain Yan Mengsheng from becoming black and restore a series of tragedies, but...

redeem him—

……

Chu Xuan changed into the pajamas of the cute little orange meow and came down to wash up.

At this time, Yan Mengsheng came out of the bathroom, his black hair, which was as soft as ink, was soaked in water, the tips of his hair were a little messy, and there were faint water marks on his face.The light and thin lips were also stained with water, and the whole person looked gentle and harmless.

He went straight upstairs, Chu Xuan walked into the bathroom, picked up his cute little blue rabbit toothbrush in his right hand, filled the tooth jar with water in his left hand, squeezed in the children's toothpaste and began to brush his teeth.

The mirror in front of him reflected his lovely face.

Swipe left, swipe right, swipe up and down in the middle, swipe your tongue...

At this time, Ding Xiaohui also came over to wash up.There is enough space in the washroom, and there is also a washstand on the other side.

As soon as he came in, he came to Chu Xuan who was brushing his teeth. Ding Xiaohui walked to another sink, washed his hands first, and looked at Chu Xuan reflected in the mirror, "I still want to know how old you are, how can you know how to answer high school questions?" ?”

After Chu Xuan rinsed his mouth, he wiped the corners of his mouth with wet hands, and nonsense seriously: "I watched some online classes when I was bored."

Ding Xiaohui was dumbfounded, he would be so thorough just by looking at it casually?

The little genius is actually by my side...

Chu Xuan turned on the faucet, and her pink and tender hands caught the clear and clean water and carried it to her face. The exquisite pink and tender face was glistening with water, as if it had passed through the light, and it became more and more lovely.

He jumped off the stool, and there was a cute little tail on his pajama pants. When he moved the stool, the little orange tail also twisted and twisted. It was so cute that it exploded.

"Go to rest early, it's hard to have two days off." She said very old-fashioned words with a childish accent.

"Uh... ok."

Knows high school students better than a high school student like him.Ding Xiaohui still finds it inconceivable, looking at Chu Xuan who came out of the washroom, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

……

The boy in white leaned on his chin with one hand, Ruifeng opened his eyes lazily, and drew circles on the table with his fingertips, circle after circle.

His expression seemed to be lacking in interest, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yan Mengsheng, Jiang Xuan..." the young man murmured in a low voice, while the corner of his mouth raised an indifferent arc.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's interesting."