Blackened Old Gong's soft and cute sweet bun

The young man's fragile neck was purplish red from being pinched, and now it is slightly red and swollen. Bo Zong stretched out his fingertips and gently touched his young man with a sullen expression.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if his little friend didn't send him a message in time, and he didn't register it on his mobile phone.

What will be the consequences?

The scene he saw when he went in flashed in his mind. Thinking of that, Bo Zong's eyes were full of hostility, and he couldn't help but exert a little force while touching the young man's neck with his hands.

Because of some pain, Rongsing made a few uncomfortable murmurs in his sleep, and then pulled Bo Zong back from his emotional state.

He leaned over and kissed Rong's neck affectionately, his movements were gentle and full of love.

He wrapped Rongsing into his arms and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to hug him to his own flesh and blood.

His little friend was being bullied like this, but he didn't know it.

How desperate he must have been when he was caught, his child was so cute and crying.

Thinking about Bo Zong, he felt that his heart was bleeding, as if cut by a knife, the pain was piercing.

With trembling lips, Bo Zong kissed his neck gently, as if afraid of hurting him.

When Rong Shi woke up again, the tip of his nose was full of the smell of disinfectant, he was groggy, and he couldn't tell what was going on.

It's just that there is still some pain in the neck, and the pain in the head seems to explode.

As soon as he woke up, Bo Zong, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and touched his cheek with his hand, and asked softly, "How do you feel? Is there any other discomfort?"

Rong Xi's eyes were a little dull, he shook his head subconsciously, and then nodded, a tear flashed in his eyes, he grabbed Bo Zong's clothes, and his tone was crying.

"It hurts me so much, Mr. Bo is so scared, it hurts me so much when they pinched me."

The young man was crying with pear blossoms and rain, without a single sound, he just stroked his lips lightly, but he didn't know, the more he acted like this, the more distressed Bo Zong was.

He didn't know, when he got off the car, he thought the kid had just passed out, but after he called out several times and there was no response at all, Bo Zong panicked for the first time.

Holding Rong Yan in his arms, he hurried in and called all the top doctors in the hospital, even a psychiatrist.

Because Bo Zong's aura was too frightening, all the doctors were trembling with fright, and their legs trembled like persimmons standing at the door.

Their director was still gone today, but his face was still pale, and he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Bo Zong said coldly, "What's wrong with him? Why hasn't he woke up yet?"

The director was so frightened that his tone was trembling, "Master Bo has nothing serious, but he was overly frightened and a little hungry, so he just slipped in and let's give him a glucose shot first, after he wakes up and eat something There's no big problem."

Bo Zong frowned, and pointed at his neck, "And here, let's see if anything happens."

The owner continued to wipe off his sweat, "It's okay, it's just a simple wound. Let's take some ointment and wipe it on later, because his skin is very delicate, so a little wound feels serious."

Only then did Bo Zong feel relieved, but his face still looked cautious in his clothes, and he waved at them mercifully.

Only then did the doctors walk out with trepidation and light steps.

Some people with bad mentality couldn't help their knees going weak, Mr. Bo was indeed Mr. Bo, and they couldn't help being timid without doing anything.

Bo Zong touched Rongsing's forehead and said comfortingly, "Be good, kid, this kind of thing won't happen anytime soon."

Rong Xi leaned against the wall and nodded earnestly, then he watched Bo Zong pick him up and help him fix the pillow on the cushion so that he could lie there comfortably.

"Are you hungry?"

Rong Xi nodded with a blushing face, he was very hungry, his stomach was growling uncontrollably.

Bo Zong rubbed the top of his head amusedly, then called and asked them to deliver the meal.

When the rice was brought over, Bo Zong put it away for him, and all of it was Rong Xi's favorite food, especially the one with a lot of meat.

Rong Xi was so hungry that when Bo Zong turned around, he couldn't wait to grab a large piece of meat and stuff it into his mouth.

Satisfied, he squinted his eyes half-closed, and only then did he feel that he was about to come back to life, and finally felt a sense of fullness in his stomach.

As soon as Bo Zong turned his head, he saw a certain little fellow disobediently grabbing the meat with his hands, eating his mouth full, and even licking his fingertips.

The white fingertips were licked by the sleeping liquid and made them shiny and moist, making people want to stop under the light.

Bo Zong's eyes dimmed, and then he raised his hand and tapped Rong Xi's head lightly, "Eat without washing your hands, and you don't think it's dirty."

Rong Xi shook his head, "No, my hands are not dirty!"

He looked helplessly at the porridge in Bo Zong's hand, he had no choice but to pass it to him, and then took out the peach blossom cake that a little glutton liked, and carefully stuffed a big white rabbit toffee in his hand.

Rong Xi looked at the white rabbit toffee in his hand, and immediately put down the food in his hand, suddenly felt that these were not delicious.

Just as he was about to take apart the toffee wrappers, he was held down by a articulate hand.

"I can't eat now, just eat obediently after eating."

"But I want to eat."

The child acted like a baby, Bo Zong's fingers trembled, and then he took the toffee back cruelly.

I was not in good health and now I urgently need to eat.

"Okay, wait until the obedient one finishes eating, and I'm eating."

"Okay." Rong Yan felt aggrieved and gave up out of helplessness.

Bo Zong reached out and rubbed the top of his head, then broke his rice bowl, "Okay, I'll feed you."

Rong Yan blinked, then blushed, "No. No need."

He was never fed when he was a child, which is really embarrassing.

But Bo Zong still stubbornly raised his hands in the air, waiting for Rongsing to open his mouth.

Forced to have no choice but to lower his eyes slightly, Rong Yan ate the meal fed by Bo Zong himself.

One bite at a time, his cheeks were swollen by the rice, as cute as a little hamster, Bo Zong's uncontrollable anger disappeared in an instant.

This kind of stinginess made him feel a little bit of happiness, like being raised in captivity.

His eyes were dark, and he really wanted to raise this kid who was all white and tender, and lock him in a place where others couldn't reach, for him to appreciate alone.

And the children's every move is subject to his instructions, including eating and going to the toilet, all of which can be done by him.

Including everything, and his teenager will not be harmed, and all threats will not happen to him.

Rongsing was fed by Bo Zong so much that his belly was propped up, seeing that he wanted to feed him, Rongsin quickly shook his head.

"I don't want it anymore, I can't eat it anymore."

The ending is slightly dragging, with his unique toffee flavor, soft, sweet and greasy.

"Okay, then I won't eat it." Bo Zong put down the bowl, took out a tissue and wiped his lips carefully, wiping off the unnecessary traces.

After Bo Zong removed all the food, Rong Ling immediately raised his hand and grabbed his clothes, raised his head sticky.

"Master Bo, sit down and give me a hug."

Bo Zong immediately picked up his little friend, and Rong Yan buried his head in his arms with peace of mind, but before he could close his eyes, he felt a chill on his neck.

He could even feel the other party gently rubbing his neck, with very light force, as if he was afraid that he would suffer pain.

Rong Xi blinked blankly, then lowered his head and looked at his neck, which was covered in bruises, which looked a bit horrible on his fair skin.

Bo Zong carefully took the ointment and applied it to him with gentle movements. If it weren't for the cold feeling on his neck and the smell of medicine at the tip of his nose, he would not have felt that the other party was applying the medicine to him.

Rong Ling couldn't help but sniffed, and the grievances he was holding back suddenly flooded up uncontrollably.

He really couldn't imagine what would have happened if Master Bo hadn't come to rescue him in time.

That must have been his worst nightmare.

Suddenly, Bo Zong stopped the hand that was rubbing the ointment on him, casually threw the ointment on the bed, hugged Rong Yan who was sitting on the bed, and hugged him tightly.

"I'm very scared. This is a feeling I haven't experienced for a long time. When I saw the scene where you were pressed against the wall by him, I couldn't even beat my heart. Regret and self-blame surrounded me tightly."

Bo Zong put his head on his neck, and his lips gently touched his wound again and again, as if he wanted to lick him.

Rong Xi was taken aback for a moment, he never thought about the omnipotent Master Bo, he would be sad because of such a thing.

And the one who makes him sad is himself.

Rong Ling was flustered immediately, he held Bo Zong's hand tightly, his slender and curly eyelashes trembling slightly, "Master Bo, you don't have to blame yourself, if you hadn't arrived in time, I might be here now." Before he could say anything, Bo Zong had already pressed his lips.

His eyes were dark, as if some frightening emotions were surging, making people feel extremely frightened, but Rong Xi was not afraid at all.

He put his hand on his lips, Rongsing's round eyes were bent, and he raised his mouth to touch the palm of his lips gently.

A "touch" sound.

Bo Zong couldn't control the fire in his heart at all, he pulled the boy over and asked him to spread his legs and sit on his lap, and then he hugged his slender waist tightly.

This kid doesn't know what's going on, no matter how much he feeds, he won't gain weight, but at least he has a little flesh, but his waist is still so thin.

Bo Zong's voice was deep, and the palm covering his lips slowly moved away, and his thumb gently rubbed his pale lips, the movement was gentle, but in the end there was a hint of rudeness, which rubbed his lips red.

"Kid, do you know what you are doing?"