The supporting role of rebirth is brutal [strong]

Song Chu's back was pressed against the wooden square pillar, and he raised his eyes to look at Lu Shixuan, with the corners of his mouth still pursed, showing a look of patience.Lu Shixuan stared into his eyes, and whispered bewitchingly, "Be good, be obedient."

After the silence, Song Chu turned his head to the side, as if Lu Shixuan in front of him didn't exist at all.

Lu Shixuan clasped his waist and pressed him to his body. There was no gap between the two, "What do you want?"

what do you want?

Song Chu couldn't help looking down at the fallen leaves on the ground.Occasionally, when a breeze blows, the yellow leaves are swirled and fluttered by the wind, and then fall to the ground again with a click.

He knew that Lu Shixuan had something to hide from him. Although Lu Shixuan was the supreme leader, he, Song Chu, was just a small follower. Of course, it was impossible for him to know all the secrets, but more and more things seemed to point to a problem. ——These secrets are probably related to Song Chu himself.

Shen Yan was inexplicably concerned about the familiar trance that he experienced in this villa after he was reborn. The corridors and study rooms on the first floor were deliberately closed. Lu Shixuan was ambiguous about the bombing when he died. The sudden inexplicable reliance and trust in Song Chu alone after the kidnapping, and the strange existence of the Song family's case in the hunting team's data.Moreover, Lu Shixuan frequently brought him by his side almost all the time, even as a personal assistant, the two of them were a little too close.Of course, Song Chu would not naively and romantically think that it was because Lu Shixuan loved him too much. Lu Shixuan was not the kind of person who would confuse the relationship between his son and daughter with such a high-risk job.

Song Chu felt a little impatient, frowned, and began to resist Lu Shixuan's suppression.

Lu Shixuan exerted a little force on his hands, with a hint of compulsion.

But this time, Song Chu also seemed determined to break free, and began to resist with brute force.

The atmosphere changed in an instant, and the two of them were about to start a fight if things went on like this. There had been a similar situation between the two of them before, but Lu Shixuan let go of his grip a little, and Song Chu flexibly broke free from his oppression and quickly turned back. He pressed against the pillar, grabbed his collar with one hand, with a cold light in his eyes, and said coolly, "What are you going to do?"

Lu Shixuan's eyes darkened, and the hand that was gently resting on Song Chu's back suddenly exerted force, causing Song Chu's body to lose balance and suddenly fell on top of him.

Such a gesture, in any case, looks like flirting rather than a sword-fighting dispute.

Before Song Chu could react, Lu Shixuan had already kissed his lips, and the wet and hot kisses fell on the corners of his lips, cheeks, and ears.

He put his hands on Lu Shixuan's chest, frowning and resisting, but Lu Shixuan was skilled, and the deep and shallow kisses that changed positions continued to his smooth neck, and the warm fingers penetrated into his loose knitted sweater and came up on his waist Rubbing back.

Song Chu took a breath to adjust his breathing, and reluctantly said, "...let me go..." Because his heart was beating so fast, his voice was a little trembling, and it didn't sound like a sultry desire at this time.

Lu Shixuan's warm fingers directly penetrated into his pants, Song Chu immediately grabbed his wrist in surprise, frowned slightly, and his voice became more or less stable, "Don't be like this..."

Although he was trying his best to resist Lu Shixuan's temptation, the longing for him deep in his heart would still be revealed inadvertently. This heart-wrenching feeling of repeated entanglement made people feel a kind of compassion from the bottom of their hearts.

Shen Yan on the balcony turned his eyes away, and the rhythm of tapping the potted leaves with his fingers gradually slowed down. When he finally stopped, he got up and walked into the house. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun poured down, shining on the soft fallen leaves , this autumn, it seems that there is no end to the long.

In order to accurately detect the time and place of the Dakong operation, we have recently conducted a secret inspection and survey of all ships bound for a certain tourist island and confirmed the list of personnel.

Our country's top leaders have obtained photos of Dacon's second-in-command from spies in country X, so it is not difficult to find him among the target population.

At present, all other work of the hunting team has been suspended, and everything is to be able to fully prepare for the contest with Dakong.

On a cool afternoon in autumn, Song Chu read a book on the sofa in his bedroom. About the structure and research of ship machinery, in order to confront Dakong head-on, such comparative knowledge is essential.

Someone knocked on the door, Song Chu got up and went to open the door, Shen Yan stood up straight with his hands behind his back, looking up at him with his eyes wide open like an obedient child.

"What's the matter?" Song Chu held the spine of the book with one hand and the door frame with the other.

Shen Yan shook his head, "It's okay."

Song Chu lowered his eyes and sighed slightly in his heart, "Come in."

Shen Yan immediately got under his arm, then stood there and looked up at him.Song Chu felt that he was becoming more and more childish, so he had to touch his head and support his shoulders to walk to the sofa, then let him sit on the sofa, then put the book on the table and said, "I'll go Pour you a glass of water."

Shen Yan kept his mouth tightly shut but stared at his every move.

The afternoon sun poured warmly into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sun was dancing on Song Chu's soft hair. From this angle, the curvature of his ears was very beautiful.

Putting the water into Shen Yan's hands, Song Chu picked up the book without saying a word and sat on the other side of the sofa to continue reading. He was wearing glasses while reading.

Shen Yan pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, then moved his buttocks to his side, so that the two of them were almost touching.

Song Chu ignored him and focused on turning the pages, but Shen Yan was dishonest and kept staring at him, almost greedy eyes that made Song Chu feel like he was on his back.

He frowned slightly, "Be honest."

Shen Yan pursed his lips and nodded, but didn't intend to move at all.

Song Chu looked at him for a while, then simply put the book on his knees, and said softly, "What do you want to see me for? What do you want to say to me?"

Shen Yan tilted his head thoughtfully, hesitated for a while and shook his head, then opened his eyes wide and looked at him, with the corners of his mouth drawn into a nice arc and said, "Song Chu, I like you."

After a while of silence, Song Chu just stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "Jian Sheng won't be happy if you say that." Shen Yan grinned, shook his head and said, "It's different...it's different from A Sheng ..."

"After that, don't say such things casually." Song Chu got up and walked to the French windows and drew the curtains a little bit. The sunlight outside the house seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the light spots reflected on the floor of the house were so intense that it almost made people dizzy .

"But I just like you." Shen Yan turned around, propped his elbows on the back of the sofa, knelt on the sofa cushion and rested his chin on his hands.

Song Chu turned around and gave a flat acknowledgment, and simply put the book back on the small bookshelf beside it.

Since recovering, Shen Yan seemed to have shed the mature coat that he had shown at certain moments overnight, and became more and more childish.

This is based on a self-protection mechanism of human beings. After the brain is severely traumatized, it will automatically retract into the shell it thinks is safe.Because different brains have different perceptions of the so-called safe shell, this effect shows different results. Some people have selective memory loss, some people no longer speak, and some people become autistic.

However, Shen Yan's brain automatically chose the direction of pretending that he was still a child. Of course, a child is a symbol of innocence, which is exactly the opposite of the dirty insult Shen Yan received.

Song Chu had learned the relevant knowledge, so he was not surprised by Shen Yan's current abnormality.

But after becoming a child, why was Song Chu the one he showed such a strong sense of dependence on?Logically speaking, this object should be Jian Sheng.

Song Chu leaned against the bookshelf and looked at him with folded arms, and said, "Why me?"

Shen Yan's shining eyes paused for a moment, which seemed to be a rational struggle, but that was only a moment, he quickly narrowed his eyes and smiled, "What do you think?"

Song Chu stopped talking and looked at him with pursed lips.

The air became silent in an instant, and the breeze blew in through the half-opened floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking the curtains slightly, because the curtains were only half closed, so the room was divided into bright and dark parts by the incoming sunlight, and Shen Yan was in the shadows , Song Chu in the sun.

The sun seemed to be getting stronger, and the fiery autumn sun should not be underestimated. Song Chu felt his eyes hurt a little, so he turned away from looking at the boy in the shadows.

At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Lu Shixuan, who was wearing a dark blue slim suit, first saw Song Chu beside the small bookshelf, then turned to Shen Yan who was on the sofa, and said, "What are you doing here?" No indifference.

Shen Yan glanced at him, didn't speak, and slowly got up and opened the door to go out.

Song Chu pulled out the book that had just been put back on the shelf because of Shen Yan's interruption, leaned on the shelf and flipped through it, without looking up at Lu Shixuan.

Just as Lu Shixuan took a step towards Song Chu, his cell phone rang. He changed his footsteps and walked into the bedroom. Song Chu raised his eyes but only saw his back. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf, then went After changing clothes in the locker room, I opened the door and went out.

After a while, Lu Shixuan came out of the bedroom, but only saw the empty floor-to-ceiling windows.

Song Chu met Jian Sheng in the side room, and after a few tricks, the two were still on par.Jian Sheng folded his arms and said with a smile, "I can't tell, you're not weak." Song Chu glanced at him, but he didn't say what was already on his lips.

In the evening, Lu Shixuan and Jian Sheng went out together, Shen Yan nestled in his bedroom and did not come out again, Song Chu thought it was time, so he changed into a set of light clothes, wore a mask and drove out.

In his previous life, since he was arranged by Lu Shixuan to study in school, he has almost never returned to the destroyed home. The experimental research institute where his parents worked was blown into a pile of ashes. There have been rumors of this study of all chemical weapons, so it is only natural that almost no one cares about this land. In this era of soaring housing prices and land prices, it is still in a situation that everyone avoids.

And Song Chu's home, the gorgeous and elegant villa 20 years ago, has long been deserted, because after all his family members died, the land would naturally belong to him, but he never showed his face, even if someone wanted to buy it, he would not buy it. There is no way, and the people in the central government intend to protect him, let alone allow these complicated things in society to disturb his purity.

Song Chu parked the car on the side of the road. This was the first time he had returned to this place in many years.

The villa became even more barren, and the setting sun against the sky became even more desolate.

The author has something to say: Update~~~ What is it that supports me not to give up...