I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Before seeing it with his own eyes, Song Qiulin had imagined it. Even if he only saw a small piece of the back of the neck before, he could predict the shocking scene under the clothes.

"That..." Wen Yu put his hands on the sink, and didn't dare to turn his head, but he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth.

Just blow people out?This is Song Qiulin's home, and she should go out, but she can't be "appreciated" here without saying anything, right?

A slightly cool touch touched her back, and it slid down from behind the ears to her shoulders and back. It was Song Qiulin's fingers.

Her movements are very slow and light, as if she is treating a pet that needs patient care, with a gentle force, the scarred place is touched without feeling, but when she scratches the normal skin, the sensitivity of the body It seemed to be magnified dozens of times, and every inch of movement involved Wen Yu's breathing.

"Does it hurt?" Song Qiulin spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Wen Yu shook her head subconsciously, and then realized that what Song Qiulin asked was not "now", but how she felt when someone created these scars.

Wen Yu's father, Cheng Teng, was pretty good-looking when he was young, and he was good at studying, otherwise Wen Liu would not have liked him, but he was a little arrogant. He was an inexperienced brat, after much deliberation, he finally asked his family for some money and planned to start a business like the successful people in the magazine.

The first two years were good. Although there were a lot of hardships and occasional mistakes, the company rose steadily and the two got married at that time.

It's just that the good times didn't last long. In the next few years, all kinds of entertainment and drinking parties turned the energetic boy into a greasy uncle who only spends his days drinking.

At that time, Wen Liu already had Wen Ziyang, even if he had complaints and dissatisfaction with him, he didn't even get angry when he found out about the ambiguous text messages between him and the company's secretary.

She wanted to wait until she was capable before taking the child away.

In the following years, the industry was sluggish, and the company began to go downhill. The Cheng family, Cheng Teng's only backing, was designed to close down by the other company. Cheng Teng's father was imprisoned for making false accounts. The blow went.

Under the double blow, Cheng Teng had no intention of running the company at all, and passed out drunk all day long in the beauty town. Soon the company was facing bankruptcy crisis. Take one more look at him.

The proud son of heaven ended up in such a miserable state, if Wen Liu hadn't had a job with a good salary, the whole family would have been in trouble for a long time.

From then on, his temperament changed suddenly, and he started beating people when he was drunk. He punched Wen Liu, Wen Ziyang, and even Wen Yu, who was under five years old.

Wen Liu's temper was stubborn, so she drew her sword and fought Cheng Teng desperately, telling him that this family now relies on her to make money, and if she still wants to live, she should let go of those stinky habits and live a good life.

Since then, Cheng Teng has indeed been more polite to Wen Liu, and because Wen Ziyang went to a boarding school, he only went home on weekends, so the young Wen Yu became the object of his venting.

He is very cunning, and will use various excuses to find fault, so that even if Wen Yu makes trouble, he can still say that he is educating the children.

One day it’s because the test scores are not good enough, the next day it’s because the voice of the endorsement is too loud to make him fall asleep, and even if he doesn’t eat fast enough, or if he drops a grain of rice on the table, he will be beaten.

Wen Yu was young and it was difficult to tell right from wrong. She really thought that she was treated like this because she was not good enough. Then she learned to eat and wolf down, for fear that she would be beaten if she ate too slowly. She didn't dare to endorse at home , so I can only throw away the Chinese and English that need to be recited, and spend time on other courses to score points.

But the reason for her beating changed day by day, no matter how well-behaved and obedient she was, she couldn't avoid it.

During the day, Cheng Teng put on a reformed appearance, got up early for morning exercises, made breakfast for his family and sent Wen Liu to work, and at night when Wen Liu worked overtime, he changed his face.

At that time, Wen Yu didn't talk much, or she didn't dare to talk too much. Sometimes Wen Liu would worry about asking her if she had been beaten, and she would tremblingly say no.

Because she was afraid that if she complained this time, the next time she would be beaten, it would hurt even more.

Cheng Teng would only hit places where she would not be found, and her back was the hardest hit.

Wen Yu can still remember the smell of scorched flesh from the hot cigarette butts, and the burning pain of the barbed wicker. Several times she could taste the blood in her throat, thinking she passed out from the pain Yes, but I can only bite the bullet and swallow.

She thought about asking Wen Ziyang for help, but she was afraid of involving her. In the end, she had to endure it silently. Until the last time she passed out, a neighbor who happened to borrow something saw her and called Wen Liu.

Before the ambulance came the embrace of a man who smelled of cologne, his anxious voice was full of worry, he called her "little girl" - because at that time Jiang Jiacheng didn't know her name .

Wen Yu thought at that moment, if this person was her father, then what accompanied her every day was not the smell of blood and wine, but the warm and reassuring embrace.

At that time, Wen Liu was working as an administrative director in Jiang Jiacheng's company. It took Jiang Jiacheng only admiration for her work ability to being attracted to her in less than three months, but he never initiated a pursuit. Having a son, on the one hand, he knew that Wen Liu had a family, and he couldn't destroy it.

That night was a turning point for a change in their relationship.

Cheng Teng was brought to court by Wen Liu shortly thereafter, and Jiang Jiacheng has been silently supporting her, giving her unlimited vacation, lending her his personal lawyer, and bringing soup and meals to visit Wen Yu in the hospital every day after get off work.

Therefore, even though Wen Yu later became the stepfather of Jiang Jiacheng, he always listened to him and rarely refused his request, all because of his gratitude to him.

"It hurts..." Wen Yu looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes turned red at some point, and big teardrops slipped from the sockets of his eyes and dripped down his chin.

Just thinking about it once made her feel so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe. She still can't imagine how she could persist at that time.

Song Qiulin wrapped Wen Yu in his arms and pressed his tender chest against her. He lowered his head and lips against her trembling shoulders and kissed her, soothingly, "It's all over."

Wen Yu turned around and buried her face in Song Qiulin's shoulder. She didn't speak, fearing that she would be choked up and unable to speak a complete sentence. She just hugged Song Qiulin tightly and breathed in her clean and pleasant smell. As if this is the only way to feel at ease.

The calm and calm Song Qiulin in front of her was like her tranquilizer, the restlessness in her blood could be calmed by just touching her, and the headless fear in her mind was restrained instantly.

"Cold?" Noticing that the person in his arms was shaking non-stop, Song Qiulin thought she was too cold, so he grabbed Wen Yu's waist with both hands, picked her up, and stuffed her into the hot tub.

Wen Yu was carried into the air by her cat-like posture. Before she could resist, she was stuffed into the warm bathtub. The complaints disappeared in the hot water, and she sniffled helplessly. , The sad mood just now has also gone down a bit.

"Tell me before you do it."

Song Qiulin felt weak when he saw her reddened nose and aggrieved expression, "Okay, I'm going to wipe your back, sit still."

Wen Yu sat in the bathtub with her back facing her, a vertebra protruded from her slightly curved thin back, coupled with those hideous scars, made her look like a homeless child who hadn't had enough to eat and was abused all day long.

But God knows that this "homeless baby" can feed four people in one meal, and eat milk tea and desserts as meals.

"Where did all the things you eat grow?"

Wen Yu raised his hand and drew a circle for her, "Going in and out, they were all flushed away by the toilet."

"Quite proud?" Song Qiulin raised his eyebrows.

"so so."

Song Qiulin took down the bath ball hanging on the wall, wet it in hot water, and then kneaded the foam, "Hold your hands high, don't touch the water."

Wen Yu raised her right hand, like a student raising her hand to answer a question in class, and she turned her head aggrieved after a while, "At the same table, my hands are sore."

Song Qiulin sighed, held her hand and leaned to the side, "Lean against the wall, don't move."

"Oh……"

Song Qiulin didn't rub his back hard, and even deliberately lightened his force when passing those scars, but this made Wen Yu feel uncomfortable. He always felt as if someone was holding a feather on his back, and it was still itchy. It's not easy to catch.

Song Qiulin felt the pair of butterfly bones under her hand tremble. She stopped and saw Wen Yu's tense shoulders, knowing that this was a subconscious expression of her body when she was nervous.

"What's the matter?" Thinking that Wen Yu was worried about getting lost, Song Qiulin added, "I just wiped my back and left, it's not convenient for you."

"No." Wen Yu raised his shoulders, and said a little unnaturally, "Just wipe it harder, okay, I'm so sick of being tickled."

"..."

"It's okay, those scars have long since died, and they don't hurt." Thinking of what he said about pain just now, Wen Yu quickly added, "I said it hurts, not that it hurts now, I don't feel any pain now, don't worry. "

"Hmm." The voice behind him answered in a low voice.

Wen Yu couldn't continue talking, and the bathroom returned to silence, except for the occasional movement of Song Qiulin squeezing the shower gel, an inexplicable awkward atmosphere permeated the air.

Thinking that I've seen everything anyway, and there's nothing to hide, Wen Yu said, "Do you want to ask me who made all of this?"

"I know."

"how do you know?"

"Guess."

"...You have to chat to death, don't you?"

"Heh..." Song Qiulin laughed softly, "Then let me change the topic of conversation, I didn't realize before that you can cry quite well."

"It's not a problem to cry for hours when the mood is in place." Wen Yu rubbed his nose, "Cough, but I don't cry often, and it's super easy to coax, which is pretty good."

"Well, it's very easy to coax." This is similar to Ruan Ruan, who hugged her into her arms and smoothed her hair when she was wronged, and she could wrap her tail around your arm and act like a baby in a short while.

I don't know if it's Wen Yu's illusion, but I always feel that the tone of Song Qiulin's words is a bit doting.

Just thinking about it, she shook her head and denied it again, persuading herself not to be sentimental.