On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

The night was dark, and when he was sleeping at night, Shen Yu stared at Sheng Chuan less closely. The latter thought he had finally relaxed a bit, and passed by the window inadvertently, only to find that there were a few bodyguards guarding him underneath. In other words, he wanted to climb out of the window like last time Running is basically impossible.

Shen Yu leaned against the head of the bed, with a thin figure, and lazily raised his eyes, and saw Sheng Chuan standing motionless by the window, smoking a cigarette from the drawer and lighting it up, the blue flames illuminated his side face a bit ghostly and morbid, the voice With a hoarseness after lust, he flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, and said sarcastically: "If you have the ability, jump from here."

What a hammock sheet.

Most men are inseparable from alcohol and tobacco, because these two things can paralyze the nerves.

Sheng Chuan glanced over the bedside table, and saw several bottles of unknown western medicine lying on it, and there was also an ashtray with a pile of cigarette butts in it.

He thought that if he left, depression would be better, but now it seems that it is not always the case.

Sheng Chuan ignored the faint spikes in the gloomy words, walked to the bed, then took out the half-lit cigarette in his hand, and pressed it out in the ashtray. Although he didn't say a word, the meaning of restraint was very obvious.

Sullen raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little worried, and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Chuan pushed him inside, and then lifted the quilt to go to bed. When he was smiling but not smiling, he felt like a gentle scum, but the coldness in his eyes gradually faded: "It's night now, of course I should sleep."

Shen Yu looked at him quietly without moving. After a while, he retracted his gaze expressionlessly, and then lay down.

With so many people guarding below, he didn't believe that Sheng Chuan could escape.

With his back facing Sheng Chuan, his body sank into the bed, making him look thinner and thinner.Sheng Chuan turned off the bedside lamp, lay beside him, glanced over the small white medicine bottles on the bedside table, then retracted his gaze, quietly hugged Shen Yu into his arms in the darkness, wanted to ask something, and then did not ask.

Shen Yu glanced at the hands on her waist, her back was pressed against the man's burning chest, and she was surrounded by the man tightly. Finally, she didn't curl up and sleep together like before.

Sheng Chuan called him suddenly in the darkness: "Ayu..."

Shen Yu heard the words and quietly opened his eyes, did not speak, and waited for his next words.

However, Sheng Chuan didn't say anything, and seemed to just yell casually. He kissed the gloomy and cool earlobe, and gently teased with the tip of his warm tongue, deliberately teasing his sensitive spots, until the hedgehog-like person in his arms gradually softened into a The red-eyed rabbit finally stopped moving.

Sheng Chuan kissed him, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

Hearing this, Shen Yu raised his eyes and looked at one of the bottles of sleeping pills on the table. He paused for a few seconds before looking away, and finally closed his eyes slowly, without saying anything.

Sheng Chuan hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, his nerves suddenly relaxed tonight, but he quickly fell asleep, didn't have any messy dreams, and slept until dawn.

A ray of morning light slanted in from the window, and just fell on Sheng Chuan's eyelids impartially. He was shaken a little unbearably, and opened his eyes slowly, but saw that the sky was already bright, and he subconsciously looked into his arms, depressed. Still awake, with his eyes closed he looks thin and well-behaved, less sinister.

Sheng Chuan didn't know why, he stared at it for a long time, a little lost in thought, then raised his hand and gently brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, hugged him into his arms, leaned against his gloomy shoulder, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for him to wake up.

Aunt Lin has already made breakfast downstairs, probably because all the familiar people around her have left. Shen Yu did not fire her, but let her stay and continue working. It's just that I didn't see it, and I was in charge of cooking.

At around eight o'clock, Shen Yu finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been in a daze for a moment since he slept until dawn yesterday, until a familiar voice sounded next to his ears, and finally came back to his senses.

Sheng Chuan said: "Go downstairs to eat when you wake up, Aunt Lin came up to remind you several times just now."

Shen Yu heard the words and looked at him, then got up and dressed without saying a word, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Sheng Chuan followed him in, passed the half-open wardrobe, and was about to close the door, but found that it was full of clothes, half of which were brand-new clothes. He looked at the size, and he was wearing a big one. He was wearing it just right. There was a moment of silence. Thinking about something, I found a set and put it on, and then went in to brush my teeth and wash my face, only to find that the towels and toothbrush cups in the bathroom were also double.

Shen Yu was washing his face when suddenly a warm body was stuck behind him. He paused and looked up into the mirror, only to see someone standing behind him with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Sullen and squinting silently: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Chuan was wearing a light-colored shirt and a British-style sweater vest. At first glance, he looked like a scholarly gentleman studying abroad, which made his gentle temperament. He hugged Shen Yu from behind, without saying anything, only said: " The clothes are nice."

Then let go of your hands and washed your face.

Sheng Chuan seemed to know everything, he paused when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked at him, but seeing Sheng Chuan looking at him, he quickly looked back.

Aunt Lin prepared breakfast at seven o'clock, and then reheated it again. Seeing Sheng Chuan and Shen Yu coming downstairs, she set the table and chopsticks and then left. Apart from saying hello, she didn't say a word.

Sheng Chuan sat down opposite Shen Yu, and smiled upon seeing this: "Are you still keeping Aunt Lin?"

Shen Yu is actually a nostalgic person, but he didn't even realize this. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes and said casually: "I'm used to it."

Sheng Chuan didn't expose him, seeing that Shen Yu only drank two mouthfuls of porridge and didn't move his chopsticks much, he picked up a fried dough stick and put it into his bowl: "Eat more."

Shen Yu didn't have much appetite, he was sick both mentally and physically, obviously he didn't eat well normally, he stared at the deep-fried dough stick in the bowl, took two mouthfuls expressionlessly, and then didn't move.

Sheng Chuan simply grabbed the chair, sat directly beside him, raised his hand and touched his gloomy forehead, and it didn't seem like he had a fever. Thinking of the pile of medicines on the bedside table, he asked meaningfully: "Are you sick? ?”

Shen Yu seemed to be very sensitive to this kind of words. Hearing this, he frowned fiercely, and directly avoided Sheng Chuan's hand. The sign of resistance was very obvious, and his voice was low and gloomy: "I'm not sick——"

As soon as the words were finished, the doorbell suddenly rang outside. Aunt Lin trotted to open the door, glanced at it, and said to Shen Yu: "Master, Doctor Song is here."

Song Mingxue probably came here often, and Aunt Lin opened the door habitually before she finished speaking and waited for Shen Yu to speak.

Song Mingxue was carrying a portable medicine box in his hand. After entering the door, he looked around, and finally stopped at the dining table, only to see Sheng Chuan and Shen Yu eating, and smiled, with a slightly apologetic tone: "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I came early today. It’s been a while, I’m interrupting your meal.”

When he was speaking, his eyes focused on Sheng Chuan, he looked up and down, and saw that he was not missing an arm or a leg, and his mental state was not bad, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Song Mingxue, Sheng Chuan paused for a moment, vaguely guessed something, and subconsciously looked at Shen Yu: "You are sick."

Not a question, but an affirmative.

Shen Yu's complexion darkened when he heard the words, his eyes suddenly turned dark, the chopsticks in his hand were almost broken by him, his knuckles were turning blue, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of fury, and he said coldly, "I said I didn't sick."

Seeing this, Song Mingxue's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to give Sheng Chuan a look to tell him not to irritate Shen Yu anymore, but she saw the latter get up directly from his seat, pull Shen Yu up from the chair, and hugged him into his arms, comforting him silently. On his back, he said in a low voice: "Treat yourself if you are sick, it's not a big deal."

Shen Yu tried to push him away, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too weak or Sheng Chuan was too strong, after pushing him twice, he couldn't push him away, his face was so ugly that he couldn't speak.

Sheng Chuan has been very skilled in doing Shen Yu's hair in his previous life. He turned sideways to avoid Song Mingxue's sight, said a few words to Shen Yu in a low voice, then kissed his lips, and finally said: "Where is it?" If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, and it doesn’t take much time to check.”

Song Mingxue turned her back, unable to figure out how she had offended Sheng Chuan, it was fine to stand on the side of the road selling oranges for him yesterday, but today she had to eat dog food early in the morning, and it was so difficult for a private doctor these days.

The gloomy face was not as ugly as before, but it was still not good. Song Mingxue sat across from him, took out a medical record book, and began to take notes: "Mr. Shen, how did you sleep yesterday?"

Shen Yu didn't speak, and said after a while: "Yes."

No one knew what he meant by um, whether he slept well or not, Song Mingxue paused at the tip of his pen, and was about to ask, when Sheng Chuan explained: "I slept from eleven o'clock in the evening until eight o'clock in the morning."

Song Mingxue glanced gloomyly at the words, but saw an inconspicuous hickey under the collar of the man's shirt, and instantly understood: "...ah, okay."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and recorded something, and continued to ask: "Did you take sleep aid medicine before going to bed last night?"

After a gloomy pause: "No."

Song Mingxue: "Is it easy to lose control of emotions?"

Sullen didn't speak: "..."

Sheng Chuan has been listening quietly by the side, eyes lowered, not knowing what he is thinking, he has only been away for a while, and too many things have happened to Shen Yu that he doesn't know, and he even needs to rely on medicine to sleep auxiliary.

The other party's thinness and morbidity seemed to finally have a root cause.

I don't know if it was because of Sheng Chuan's presence, but this time the questioning was not going well, and the locations of the large plots were all blank. Song Mingxue thought about it, but felt that it might not be a bad thing, after all, the person who untied the bell had to be tied.

Song Mingxue finally asked another question: "How much sedative medicine is left?"

Shen Yu was wearing a pure black shirt, his skin was so pale that it was abnormal, which made his temperament look unkind: "Three."

Three, that is, the amount of a day.Song Mingxue wrote down another line in the medical record book, and then said: "The sedative medicine can be suspended for now, first try the situation after stopping the medicine, I will prescribe some other medicine, and take it on time every day."

Before that, she had prescribed a lot of medicines for Shen Yu, but the other party was only willing to take sleep aid sedatives, and did not take any other pills. Song Mingxue took out the medicine from the medicine box and handed it directly to Sheng Chuan: "Three days a day Please urge Mr. Shen to eat on time."

Sheng Chuan took it, and was about to thank him, but saw Song Mingxue looking at him quietly, and suddenly asked something unclear: "When you saw me, did you feel that you forgot something?"

Sheng Chuan: "..."

His cartload of oranges! ! !