I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

no... wait...

What was that sound he heard just now?

He set his eyes on Chun Leshui's face, the latter's eyes were moist, and his face showed the loss after being rejected by him.

But he quickly sorted out his emotions, put on Song Hanzhang's familiar and disgusting flattering smile, and cared about him carefully: "Hanzhang, how are you, does your headache hurt?"

Song Hanzhang didn't respond to his words, and looked at him strangely.

The expression on Chun Leshui's face was full of sincerity, could it be...he was hallucinating?

Following Uncle Xu's movements, he slowly got up, quickly straightened the hem of his clothes with one hand, and blocked his little brother who was exposed.

[tsk. 】

Song Hanzhang paused.

Again.

【Who would like to look like it? Embroidery needles are thicker than yours. 】

Song Hanzhang's face was ashen.

[Do you still shave and show people how thin you are in 360 degrees without dead ends? 】

[Laughing. 】

Song Hanzhang's head, which had been relieved just now, throbbed again.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Chun! Le! Water!"

His sudden angry shout startled all three people present.

Chun Leshui bit her lower lip aggrievedly.

Even though he is a bun that Song Hanzhang kneads, and he is used to Song Hanzhang's various behaviors towards him, but no matter what you say, people's hearts are fleshy, and it is impossible not to feel uncomfortable.

He looked at Song Hanzhang, wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Compared with his grievances, Uncle Xu is more worried about Song Hanzhang at the moment. The young master has no blood on his face and keeps covering his head. He may have suffered a concussion.

He put two soft pillows on the head of the bed, and carefully supported Song Hanzhang to sit down.

Turning to Chun Leshui, she said, "Leshui, go and call Dr. Chen and ask him to send a doctor nearby."

The Song family's industry covers a wide range, and it is also involved in medicine. Dr. Chen, as Uncle Xu said, is the director of the Song family's private hospital, and his entire team of doctors also serve the Song family.

At this time, Song Hanzhang's mood was unstable, and it was the best choice for both Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui to temporarily separate the two.

Chun Leshui knew Uncle Xu's intentions, he responded lightly, lowered his eyes to cover up his frustration, and got up to go to the living room.

Song Hanzhang's eyes were still fixed on him.

He heard it right, it was indeed Chun Leshui's voice.

But it wasn't exactly Chun Leshui's voice, that voice was full of contempt, far from Chun Leshui's usual flattery.

But what really puzzled Song Hanzhang was that he didn't see Chun Leshui open his mouth the whole time.

what is the problem?

Because of the headache, Song Hanzhang frowned, his dark eyes wished to see Chun Leshui right through him.

Chun Leshui, who was walking out with his back turned to him, didn't notice it. When he passed the boy who was kneeling on the ground and dared not make a sound because of fear, his footsteps paused.

The boy looked young, as if he had just grown up, his chest was bright red, his waist was narrow, his long legs were curled up, his ankles were so thin that he could hold them with one hand, and Song Hanzhang's fingertips remained on his snow-white skin. The scars are like freshly peeled lychees, the juice is sticky, and the whole body exudes the ambiguity of asking you to pick them.

He originally wanted to sneak away while taking advantage of the chaos, but his clothes were stepped on by Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui Uncle Xu who came in. Naturally, he didn't dare to take them, so he had to find a piece of fabric to cover the important parts.

The boy's face was also pale, but it wasn't because he fell, but because he was scared.

Song Hanzhang was pushed down by him. Although he was just careless, no one knows that he is Mr. Song's treasure. If the Song family pursues it, Song Hanzhang's loss of hair will be enough for him to pay with his life, let alone throw him out of his head. shock.

When Chun Leshui stopped in front of him, the boy looked at him in panic.

Ruined.

He subconsciously held his breath.

Chun Leshui looked at the boy's traces in a daze for a moment, then turned her head to look at Song Hanzhang, her eyes turned red when she met the other party's undisguised disgust, and squatted down to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them into the boy's arms.

He was submissive, and her husband didn't dare to get angry when he brought his lover in front of him. Instead, because he cared about Song Hanzhang, he wanted to take care of him instead: "Put your clothes on first."

When he retracted his hand, his fingertips accidentally brushed against the boy's waist, and he left as soon as he touched it, even the boy didn't pay much attention.

He hadn't realized it yet, and stared blankly at Chun Leshui.

Chun Leshui left the bedroom without saying a word.

Song Hanzhang looked at his back and clenched his fists tightly.

Ever since Chun Leshui stopped in front of the boy, his ears were full of——

[A flower stuck in cow dung. 】

[Such a beautiful little lover with Song Hanzhang's dog man is simply reckless. 】

[Slender waist, white skin and long legs...fuck!It's my favorite. 】

[Song Gou can't do anything, but the eyes looking for Xiao Qing'er can be ranked No.1. 】

Those voices floated farther and farther as Chun Leshui walked out of the room, and Song Hanzhang's nose was almost twisted by anger.

Is this fucking human? !

He still didn't know that Chun Leshui really wanted the person he brought back in his heart.

His face was blue and white, and Uncle Xu was terrified when he saw it: "Young master, is there something wrong with you?"

The veins on the back of Song Hanzhang's hands popped out, and he almost squeezed out his teeth: "I'm fine."

Outside the door, Chun Leshui dialed Dr. Chen's phone, and while waiting for the connection, he twirled his fingertips, savoring the tender touch of Xiao Qing'er's skin on his fingertips.

[You are very happy. ] The system said suddenly.

Chun Leshui looked at the night scene outside the window with a smile: "Of course."

Two years ago, Chun Leshui had an accident, closed his eyes and bound a system, and was sent to this world.

Here he is a cannon fodder and a lowly shou, who has a deep affection for the scumbag Song Hanzhang but cannot love him.

The system promises that as long as Chun Leshui conforms to the plot and maintains the character setting and does what a cheap subject should do, he can stay away from the scumbag and gain freedom after completing all the cheap subject plots.

For the sake of freedom, Chun Leshui diligently and conscientiously played the role of this cannon fodder.

For the past two years, he thought he was impeccably cheap and perfect in his humbleness.

Seeing that the protagonist of true love, Shou, is about to appear on the stage, and the day when he leaves Song Hanzhang, a fool, and regains his freedom is close at hand, how could he be unhappy?

The call was quickly connected, and the smile on Chun Leshui's face remained unchanged, but his tone was urgent: "Doctor Chen, Hanzhang accidentally fell and hit his head at home, please send someone to come over as soon as possible."

He paused and lowered his voice: "Please don't tell grandpa that he is not in good health, so don't let him worry about it."

The person on the other side of the phone answered, and Chun Leshui didn't want to enter the room to see that unappetizing Song Hanzhang, pacing up and down the hallway "anxiously".

In fact, through the system, he found out the name, family address, school and major of Song Hanzhang's little lover.

Although he can't do any OOC actions that violate the cheap and popular design because of the restrictions of the person, but how to say, studies have shown that looking at handsome guys can prolong life. Yu Rang Chun Leshui happily lived to be a hundred years old after leaving Song Hanzhang.

However, in Chun Leshui's heart, all these little affections of Song Hanzhang's are inferior to Chu Lin's.

Thinking of Chu Lin, he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the other party, apologizing for missing the appointment tonight.

-It doesn't matter.

Chu Lin replied quickly.

- Things at home are more important, and we will meet again next time.

- I'm available anytime.

Woo woo woo.

Chu Lin is really gentle.

[Wake up, the saliva is almost left behind. ] The system ruthlessly reminded, [During the mission, please also ask the host not to do anything against human settings. ]

"I got it, I got it." Chun Leshui casually said, "I've been reading it for 800 years, is it annoying?"

Chu Lin is a senior in Chunle Shui's dance department. Not to mention Pan Liangtiaoshun, he has a very gentle personality.

But because of system restrictions, he has always acted in front of Chu Lin as a love brain who was hurt by a loved one but couldn't get away no matter what.

Originally, when he returned to China today, he asked Chu Lin to go to the bar to get drunk. He wanted to tell Chu Lin about the pain of love, and then took the opportunity to lean on Chu Lin's arms and wipe away his tears.

Who knew that Song Hanzhang didn't play cards according to the routine and suddenly wanted to take Xiaoqing'er home to have sex, which made his long-awaited happiness come to nothing.

Thinking of this, Chun Leshui felt a little upset, and as soon as he put the phone away, he planned to go in to see if he was dead.

It happened that Uncle Xu came out: "Le Shui, where is the doctor?"

"It should be soon." Chun Leshui worried, "How is Hanzhang, is he better?"

Uncle Xu nodded: "It should be a concussion. It's better now. You can go in."

Chun Leshui's eyes brightened slightly: "Did Hanzhang let me in?"

That is of course impossible. Based on Chun Leshui's understanding of Song Hanzhang, a doggy man, he hates himself to the extreme. Except for some necessary times, such as going back to the old house with him to see his grandfather, he will basically not take the initiative to find him...

Uncle Xu smiled and nodded.

Chun Leshui:?

Every time Song Hanzhang took the initiative to find him, he basically wanted to embarrass himself, like taking his lover home like tonight.

Is it...

Even if Song Hanzhang had a concussion, he still wanted to have a fling with Xiao Qing'er in front of him?

Not to mention, Song Hanzhang's stupid thing is really possible to do such a thing.

Chun Leshui brewed a good mood, pushed open the door, eyes bright: "Hanzhang, are you looking for me?"

On the bed, Song Hanzhang really hugged his little lover.

The boy's name is Lin Xi, and his frame is a bit small. Chun Leshui's clothes are a little too big for him. He kneels on the bed with his sleeves rolled up, and presses his slender fingers on Song Hanzhang's wound, gently rubbing it in circular motions. with.

His gaze and Chun Leshui collided in the air, seeing the light in the other's eyes quickly extinguished, Lin Xi gently moved his eyes away.

Lin Xi is nearsighted, but also because of myopia, his eyes are misty and sexy when he looks at people, and it is for this reason that Song Hanzhang is caught.

When he was with Song Hanzhang, he never wore glasses.

It wasn't until Chun Leshui squatted in front of him and put the clothes into his hands that he really saw what the legal spouse who was demoted to nothing by Song Hanzhang really looked like.

He was so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away.

How could Song Hanzhang not like such a person?

Song Hanzhang also stared at Chun Leshui's beautiful face that was weeping.

After he stepped out of the bedroom, Song Hanzhang never heard that outrageous and irritating voice again.

Even if Chun Leshui came in again at this moment, that voice did not appear.

Was it just an auditory hallucination caused by bumping his head?

Song Hanzhang narrowed his eyes and looked at Chun Leshui. He put aside this doubt in the pained expression on the latter's face. He grabbed Lin Xi's wrist and pulled it lightly. With a soft cry, Lin Xi fell into his arms inside.

He was only wearing Chun Leshui's shirt, and Song Hanzhang's bony hands rested on his thin white ankles, moving up his calves affectionately and ambiguously.

Chun Leshui's face was bloodless, with tears hanging on her curled eyelashes, she was sobbing, and it took her a long time to utter a sentence from her throat like a sob: "Hanzhang, do you have to humiliate me like this?"

【Can I watch this for free? 】

Song Hanzhang, who was about to continue humiliating Chun Leshui: "???"

[Tsk, such a beautiful little lover is simply reckless, Song Goufu is dead...]

Song Hanzhang choked for breath.

What sucks?

Who is rotten?

What's wrong?

【...The body is also numb, not as good as the little duck in the clubhouse...】

The numb Song Hanzhang looked down at his six-pack abs under his bathrobe.

【Oh, his hair is shaved cleaner than ducklings. 】

Song Hanzhang's hand on Lin Xi's lap tightened.

Shave clean and hygienic to prevent the growth of bacteria!What's wrong!What happened to the shaving!