I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"Master."

Having reached the hall on the first floor, Chun Leshui turned his head, but no one was chasing after him, he fell slightly backwards, and stopped with Chu Lin.

Both of them were a little out of breath, Chu Lin helped him straighten the hair sticking to his face, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Chun Leshui stood still, raised her head after a while, and wiped away the tears on her face with her palm.

Chu Lin frowned slightly, opened his mouth, and finally just called Xiaochun softly.

"I'm fine," Chun Leshui raised the corners of his lips far-fetchedly, probably wanting to laugh, but when he saw Chu Lin's worried eyes, he pursed his lips and burst into tears, "Brother, why ah Woooo..."

Chu Lin coaxed him softly, patted Chun Leshui's back with one hand, held the back of his neck with the other and pressed him against his shoulder, and stroked the skin on the side of his neck and back of his head with his fingertips soothingly.

The person in his arms cried and trembled, and the wailing gradually turned into soft sobs, and gradually calmed down. Chu Lin couldn't help it: "Xiaochun, leave him."

Chun Leshui paused, and cried even more sadly.

He thought so too.

He grabbed the hand behind his neck, looked up at Chu Lin deeply, and shook his head slowly.

The lonely look on Chun Leshui's face was exactly the same as what Chu Lin saw in the rain that time. He was angry when he was worried: "Why? He asked you to accompany... He did such a thing, let alone a partner, Does he respect you and treat you as a person?! What is there to remember about such a person?"

He almost squeezed out the following words through his teeth.

"I'm sorry senior brother, but I can't leave him."

"You are not sorry for me, you are sorry for yourself, you know Xiaochun! If he treats you like this, one day you will die at his hands!"

It was the first time he was so strict with Chun Leshui, Chun Leshui didn't start, and didn't dare to look at him.

In Chu Lin's eyes, Chun Leshui's silence was a silent refusal, refusing to leave Song Hanzhang, refusing to hear these preaching words from his mouth.

"Xiaochun?"

"Senior brother," Chun Leshui looked sideways at the marble floor under his feet. On the luminous floor, the crystal chandelier above his head and the reflection of the two of them were reflected. He said cruelly: "What did you say in the private room just now?" What do you mean? Hanzhang is not forcing you, but helping you?"

The air in the hall was almost condensed.

Chun Leshui thought, as long as a normal person encounters such a thing, he will be angry.

People have treated you like this, and you are still rushing to find excuses for the other party, are you cheap?

But cheap is right, cheap is in line with Chun Leshui's personality.

He gently pulled the corner of Chu Lin's clothes: "Brother..."

Chu Lin didn't know how to describe his current mood at all. He had never been so irritable and angry, but he would not pour dirty water on someone because he hated him, so he explained the following to Chun Leshui unwillingly.

"Is the person who sent you flowers Jian Wen?" Chun Leshui asked.

Chu Lin was still angry with Chun Leshui, and his tone was a little cold: "Probably."

"Don't be angry." Chun Leshui shook the hem of his clothes, and wanted to take Chu Lin to Manager Zhang and ask him to send a car to take Chu Lin back first. Chu Lin asked, "What about you?"

"I, I misunderstood Hanzhang, I have to apologize to him."

No matter how good-tempered Chu Lin was, he was so angry: "Chun Leshui!"

Chun Leshui's eyes dodged.

"Forget it, do whatever you want."

The car arranged by Manager Zhang was already waiting on the side of the road. Chu Lin took two deep breaths and suppressed the fire that was stuck in his heart. Open the door and sit on it.

Chun Leshui put on a flattering face: "Brother, can you report me safe when you get home?"

Chu Lin neither said yes nor bad, leaving him with a slightly indifferent side face, and the car drove away in the night.

The street lights on both sides of the road retreated rapidly, Chu Lin rolled down the car window, and the gust of wind rushed into the car like a sharp sword, blowing Chu Lin's black hair flying wildly.

He closed the window and said to the driver: "Master, please back up."

The driver turned around sharply and returned the same way.

They were not too far away, and after turning around and driving back for a while, they could see the dazzling European-style building.

Chun Leshui hadn't left yet, and stood at the bottom of the steps blankly.

Chu Lin sighed, and was about to ask the driver to drive faster, when he saw Song Hanzhang's figure appearing on the steps, and Chun Leshui, who heard the movement, was like a bird looking for food, flapping its wings and running over.

I don't know what I said to Song Hanzhang, but in the end they got into the same car.

Chu Lin apologized to the driver: "Please turn around again."

The black car was driving smoothly, and the driver kept his eyes on the road ahead.

The car was very quiet, no one spoke, only the small sound of the wind squeezed in through the narrow window, and the alcohol smell from Song Hanzhang's breath that was almost completely blown away by the wind.

Song Hanzhang was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, he seemed to be asleep, but if you looked closely, you would find that his brows were slightly frowning hidden in the shadows.

The road was eerily quiet.

From when Chun Leshui saw him walking out of the clubhouse, Ai Ai began to apologize that he misunderstood him, to asking for his permission to get into his car with an aggrieved and frightened look, to carefully apologizing to him and thanking him for saving Chu Lin, the whole process went smoothly. Apart from his cautious appearance, Song Hanzhang didn't hear a single word about his messy inner voice from the beginning to the end.

If he hadn't heard two sentences in the clubhouse, Song Hanzhang would have doubted whether his sequelae of concussion had healed.

He glanced at Chun Leshui from the corner of his eye. The latter was leaning against the car window, his eyes seemed to fall on the scenery outside the window, and he seemed to be looking at nothing, with a blank expression.

Little did he know that the system was already reminding Chun Leshui: [It's hard to be in the same room with Song Hanzhang, how can you ignore him, this doesn't fit your lowly persona. ]

Chun Leshui, who was in a daze, took a long time to interpret the words of the system: "You don't understand, even though a cheap shou is cheap, you are still an individual. As long as you are an individual, you will definitely have negative emotions such as disappointment and anger. It will also be tiring for a cheap shou to pretend to be strong every day." .”

"Song Hanzhang is going to send me to someone else's bed. It's reasonable for me to be angry and not want to talk to him."

"Comfort yourself for a while, and then lick him, to show that I am so cheap that I have no self."

He was weak, as if he didn't even have the strength to deal with the system.

The system is strange: [What's wrong with you? ]

"Tired." Chun Leshui closed her eyes, "I'll take a rest."

But he didn't fall asleep, and when he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was Chu Lin's frowning eyes when he scolded him for being sorry.

Those eyes that usually smiled, looked at him with tenderness and indulgence, pierced Chun Leshui so much that he just wanted to run away.

Although Chu Lin was attacking him, the pain in his eyes was not as painful as that of Chun Le Shui at that time. Probably no one could maintain reason when he saw his younger brother was obsessed with obsession and allowed to be abused by scum.

But Chun Leshui's grief is all fake, but Chu Lin's distress is real.

Chun Leshui refused to listen, he couldn't save him, he could only watch helplessly as the other party stepped into the abyss step by step, how could Chu Lin not be in pain.

He was worried that Chun Leshui would be played to death by Song Hanzhang sooner or later, but he was right.

Chun Leshui's way to get off the assembly line is to die, which is the end of his mission, and the end of his humble end, lying alone on the hospital bed with an oxygen machine to continue his life, and at the last moment before his death, he still looks forward to waiting for Song Hanzhang , one last look at him.

But all he waited for was Death, not Song Hanzhang.

Lang's heart is like iron, and he can't cover it.

Chun Leshui just wants to finish the plot quickly and get a new identity, to be separated from the scumbag, and the sea and the sky will be brighter from now on.

But the moment Chu Lin scolded him, he realized a problem that he had never considered.

When he was free, how would Chu Lin endure his own death?

He is not the real Chun Leshui, he has lived seriously without OOC characters, even though this is just a novel, but all the characters he meets are fresh, and he will naturally reciprocate when others treat him sincerely emotion.

[Actually, it is not that you have no other choice. ] The system that had been silent all this time spoke silently.

At the beginning of time travel, it gave Chun Leshui two choices, one is to maintain the character design and get freedom after the ending, and the other is to rewrite the script to make Song Hanzhang fall in love with him and get rid of the bitter fate of short-lived cannon fodder.

Chun Leshui chose the former.

Although this is just a novel, even in the novel, it is still a false proposition for the scumbag to turn his back on the soft-hearted prodigal son.

Regardless of real life, the return of the prodigal son in the novel is only reflected in the dozen or two 10,000+ words expressed by the author, but after the story is over, the life of the characters continues. Who can guarantee that the so-called Will the prodigal son not cheat again?

The freedom he wants is not the daily suspenseful suspicion of his spouse's fidelity.

Chun Leshui must leave, but the reason why he is not in a high mood now is that he foresaw the parting in advance.

He didn't want to see Chu Lin sad.

At this time, the car had already entered the Song family's old house, a villa in the middle of the mountain in the south of the city.

Uncle Xu probably fell asleep and received the news of their return. He stood by the door with a coat over his pajamas, and stepped forward to greet them when the car stopped.

Chun Leshui slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Song Hanzhang next to him, who was pushing open the door and stepped out with one foot.

really……

[I'd better find a way to get rid of Song Hanzhang. 】

boom--

Song Hanzhang accidentally bumped into the side of the car, grinning his teeth in pain, and squatting on the ground covering his head.

【Ah. 】

[It's really stupid to be able to hit your head when you get off the car. 】

Song Hanzhang flew over with a sharp eye, and his eyes were full of hostility, which was extremely shocking.

Chun Leshui got out of the car quickly: "Hanzhang, are you okay?"

He anxiously wanted to check if Song Hanzhang had been injured, and felt that the top of his head seemed to be swollen...

hiss!

Song Hanzhang gasped.