Dressed as the heart of a disabled boss

"You...you..." Qin Xurui watched Chu Yu being dragged towards the military vehicle affectionately by Gu Funing, and went mad with anger.

This Chu Yu, why does he get on an SSS military vehicle?!

Chu Yu looked innocently at Qin Xurui who wanted to strangle him to death, and followed Gu Funing in small steps.

The bruised wound was covered by the sleeve, so there was no clue.

"Are you hungry?" Gu Funing patted Chu Yu's head, too lazy to care about the little nephew in the outer room.

Chu Yu shook his head in a daze, staring at Qin Xurui with nimble eyes, hesitant, and a little timid in his big eyes.

Gu Funing immediately became more protective, and raised his hand to hug Chu Yu onto the silver-white military vehicle.

He touched Chu Yu's little yellow hat, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry about people who are not related."

Chu Yu nodded obediently.

Qin Xurui's eyes were red with jealousy, so he could only stamp his feet on the spot, throwing off the servant and trying to take his hand away.

The servant asked, "Young master, let's go back first, shall we?"

Qin Xurui was not reconciled, and said, "I don't?!"

One second before the door closes.

Chu Yu looked back timidly.

Qin Xurui gave Qin Xurui a provocative smile.

There was no trace of weakness or shrinkage in his eyes, but provocation and ridicule instead.

Qin Xurui couldn't believe his eyes, Chu Yu dared to show off to him just now...

Qin Xurui clenched his fists, he was mad with jealousy, and left secretly bitterly, Chu Yu, wait for me?!

Jumping off the luxury car that picked him up, Qin Xurui ran into the villa angrily, and threw himself into the arms of his mother Yang Han.

Yang Han stroked Qin Xurui's fair forehead, "Oh, what's wrong with my baby? This is, who dares to bully you? Tell mom, mom will never forgive him."

Yang Han was originally born as a commoner, a male omega

, the long glamorous and moving, but the atmosphere of the market.

Ever since he climbed to the high branch of the Duke's son Qin Shenxun, he has become more spoiled and arrogant in his actions.

The key is that he can not only turn his nostrils to the sky in front of a door lower than his own, but also know how to communicate and curry favor with the nobles.

It can be said that mixing in the noble circle is like a fish in water.

Although Qin Shenxun is the illegitimate son of Duke Qin, his bloodline is still there.

Qin Xurui stared, and complained wronged, "It's that Chu Yu who came to the school today!? I saw the second uncle's car at the school gate today, but... but the second uncle's lieutenant did not pick me up, but went to pick up the newcomer .”

"Who the hell is Chu Yu?" Qin Xurui became more and more excited. He had never been treated like this before. "It was obviously my car, so why should he snatch my car? He doesn't deserve it?!"

"Chu... Yu?" Yang Han comforted his youngest son, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to be thinking of what to write, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled, "Honey, Chu Yu is just a dog left by your second uncle's side. Son, how can he be compared with you, isn't he?"

Qin Xurui looked at his mother's gentle eyelids, his emotions were soothed, and his fair and flamboyant face gradually calmed down.

Qin Xurui's red lips trembled slightly, and asked, "Really?"

"How could Mom lie to you, baby, you don't have to pay attention to this person at all in the future."

Yang Han gently patted Qin Xurui's back, and he had a flash of inspiration, "By the way, if you see your second uncle's car coming to pick him up in the future, honey, you have to politely say hello to the deputy general uncle and say good things, understand? Huh? "

If they used their children to curry favor with Qin Su, the quasi-noble heir, then their family would definitely be included in the Qin family's genealogy.

So what if it's an outside room, the rules are dead, but people are alive.

Qin Xurui flinched and hesitated, "But... But isn't Second Uncle not allowing us to go to his house?"

When Qin Xurui thought of Qin Su's cold and fierce eyes, he shuddered, as if he would be cut into pieces by those stern eyes.

too frightening.

Yang Han nodded Qin Xurui's small forehead, hating that iron can't be made into steel, "If he can't say it, he must be right? Baby, as long as you work hard to get your second uncle's love, we can all live in the Duke's Mansion in the future."

"Really?" Qin Xurui fantasized about the scene of the Duke's Mansion, his vanity grew stronger, "Then I'll go?!"

Yang Han smiled: "That's right, so good."

The night was quiet.

Chu Yu quietly sneaked into Qin Su's bedroom with the little yellow duck in his arms. The door was unlocked today.

He caught a glimpse of the various medicine capsules displayed on the table, and climbed up to the table on tiptoe, his eyes full of complex emotions.

These medicines are complicated and diverse, which means that the protagonist suffers from pain every day and night, and suffers this unbearable pain alone in a dark corner.

The country is still running without a hitch.

In the eyes of those royal nobles.

The country just lost a brave general.

Xingguo is nothing more than the loss of an invincible expedition marshal.

His exploits are being forgotten by the world.

The physical and mental exhaustion and excruciating pain of those tormented.

Only Qin Su suffered gloomyly.

All alone.

So Chu Yu is not afraid of this vicious and murderous protagonist.

On the contrary, it is endless regret, for his indignation and unspeakable distress.

Because, he will always remember the most beautiful moment of the protagonist.

Qin Su was sitting on a floating seat, and when he entered the entrance, he saw the little dumpling leaning on his toes, leaning over the table and looking at the medicines carefully.

"I'm hungry to eat cookies."

Qin Su's cold voice suddenly rang out, scaring Chu Yu's little hands and body trembling.

It looked like a frightened little milk cat, trembling pitifully.

Chu Yu looked at him with big bright eyes, and made a milky voice, "I don't want to take it... Uncle Qin, have you taken your medicine?"

"Just about to eat." Qin Su came to Chu Yu's side, indifferently, "Go back to sleep."

"Hmm." Chu Yu flapped his eyelashes like butterfly wings, and said softly, "I... want to see Uncle Qin go to sleep after taking the medicine."

The wound under his sleeve was aching.

Qin Su glanced at him, but didn't intend to chase him away.

He picked up the medicines one by one and drank them one by one. In the middle of the drink, Chu Yu's little fleshy hand blocked his palm, "Hey Uncle Qin, this medicine is half a cup, this is two pills, you took too much. "

Qin Su was stunned, surprised that this little thing had memorized the dosage of so many medicines.

Chu Yu's earnest little face was full of genuine concern, "Uncle Qin, you can't drink too much medicine, and you can inject medicine only after drinking the medicine every time you drink it."

As he spoke, he brought the water glass to Qin Su's mouth with his small hand, and opened his small mouth to signal Qin Su, "Ah—" drink water.

Qin Su drank water from Chu Yu's hand.

After drinking, he subconsciously frowned.

He is not so particular about taking medicine on weekdays.

However, this process that contains a sense of ritual seems to be different from my previous random swallowing.

There seems to be something more.

Chu Yu accompanied Qin Su to finish drinking the medicine, and rubbed his temples after injecting the medicine.

It may be a psychological effect, and his pain feels much lighter.

After rubbing for less than 5 minutes, Qin Su took Chu Yu's little hand.His face was still indifferent, but the previous disgust could no longer be captured in his eyes.

Qin Su said: "I'll ask the servant to take you back, take a shower and go to bed quickly."

His palm unintentionally touched Chu Yu's arm, and Chu Yu hissed in pain, subconsciously dodging back.

Even though it was only a small movement, it could not escape the observation of Superman Qin Su.

His eyes were cloudy, and his eyes were dangerous, "What's wrong with your hand, is it hurt?"

"Show me." He held Chu Yu's small hand tentatively, but he was afraid of touching Chu Yu's wound with too much force.

Chu Yu tried his best to pretend that he was normal, and smiled naturally, "No, Uncle Qin, I am not injured."

Qin Su couldn't help him talking, quickly pulled his small body to him, rolled up his sleeves lightly, the thin gauze was stained with blood.

As soon as he took one look, his complexion became more and more sinister, the eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife, and the air pressure in his body dropped suddenly...

Chu Yu felt his violent anger.

"Why, don't tell me."