The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

aunt?Could it be Ajiu's mother?Shao Qihan frowned and thought.

If so, then this message was obviously sent by the Luo family and Ajiu's peers, and only they would call Ajiu's mother "aunt".

And looking at the tone of this message, it seems to be closer to a woman's tone.

And the woman from the Luo family, isn't that Luo Kaihui?

What did she say to Ah Jiu, "My attitude is not very good, I hope you can understand"?And made Ajiu so abnormal again?Shao Qihan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the drunken words that Ajiu said not long ago that made people feel confused.

Shao Qihan understood that the matter was involving Murong Jiu's mother again, also, probably only things related to this woman would make his reaction so violent.

Thinking of this, Shao Qihan was taken aback, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

No matter how much Ajiu values ​​this woman, so what?It was his mother, and it wasn't anyone else. I was really confused, and started to eat the vinegar of a dead person.

Shao Qihan really felt sore, he ate carelessly for no reason, he was selfish and domineering, wishing that Murong Jiu could only pretend to be himself, and had no time to think about others, even if this person was Murong Jiu's mother, Shao Qihan was unwilling.

But the horoscope has not been written yet, and it is useless to think more.

Shao Qihan laughed at himself, and then put these messy thoughts behind him. He found Dr. Chen's phone and dialed again, explaining Murong Jiu's current situation in a few words.

Although it was already late at night and Dr. Chen went to bed early, he had to answer the phone call from his employer. At first, he wondered why there was an unfamiliar male voice on the other end of the phone, but he soon understood the reason.

Dr. Chen tactfully criticized Shao Qihan's ignorant way of caring for patients, and then told Shao Qihan everything he knew. Shao Qihan had no choice but to walk into the study room again, holding the phone on his shoulders while lying on the desk Write fast on sticky notes.

After about 10 minutes like this, Dr. Chen hung up the phone with the sentence "Okay, I will come to check Mr. Murong's body early tomorrow morning", and Shao Qihan also wrote down four or five sticky notes. .

He stared at his scribbled handwriting, and it took another 10 minutes to memorize these little knowledge by heart.

In the future, if Ajiu drinks too much, I will know how to take care of him!Shao Qihan leaned over and wrote the note while thinking.

But would Murong Jiu, who wanted to control himself, get drunk like today?I'm afraid not.

But Shao Qihan didn't like to think too much about people. In short, he pressed the concise note on the coffee table in the living room on the first floor, and then walked up to the second floor with heavy steps.

After tonight's torment, Shao Qihan was extremely tired. He drooped his head, looked at the phone in his hand, and decided to take a rest as the last thing.

So Shao Qihan sneaked into Murong Jiu's bedroom again, and when he gently put the phone back where it was, he couldn't help but look at Murong Jiu who was wrapped up in a ball like a spring cocoon on the big bed.

Although there was only a little light sneaking out from behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom, Shao Qihan's vision had already adapted to the darkness, and he could see almost the same, not to mention clearly.

Shao Qihan walked around to the direction where Murong Jiu was facing, and "obscenely" looked at his close friend.

Murong Jiu was still sleeping soundly, most of his face was shrunk into the warm and comfortable quilt, his eyes were closed, he looked like a pure and innocent child who didn't know anything.

Shao Qihan suddenly felt that his legs were as heavy as lead. At this time, the door of the bedroom was so far away for him, presumably he could not walk such a long distance with only these two lead-filled legs.

In Shao Qihan's eyes, the distance of more than ten meters from Qu Qu has turned into Mount Everest standing in the sky.

Not only that, he suddenly felt that he was suddenly out of the category of warm-blooded animals, his body temperature dropped sharply, the cold was biting, and the thin layer of nightgown on his body could no longer be the reason for him to be in the air.

Shao Qihan stared at the soft and comfortable quilt piled on the bed and the very cute bulge, like a beggar who hasn't eaten for several days staring at a piece of fat, oily, fragrant and hot meat in front of him.

Shao Qihan has innumerable shortcomings as well as innumerable advantages. Among these advantages, the one most praised by others is his strong ability to act. In Shao Qihan's common sayings, there is no such sentence as "moving the heart is worse than acting." There is only "heartbeat, action."

So he stepped over to the edge of the bed with his long legs, pressed his butt/butt, and sat on the bed, twisted his waist, and rolled over on the bed.

This bed, to Shao Qihan, is as familiar as the bed in his own bedroom, which is natural, because Murong Jiu's bed and Shao Qihan's bed are a pair of "couple beds".

The unique custom-made bed in the world, what is it if it is not a "couple bed"?

Speaking of which, there is an interesting story about the birth of this pair of beds.

For a while, Shao Qihan, the second patriarch, was obsessed with collecting furniture. He once skipped school for a whole month and flew around Europe and the United States, from France to Italy, from Spain to Florence. They had to go and have a look, and by the way, batches of furniture were airlifted back, and this pair of beds was custom-made by Shao Qihan at that time.

At that time, he was determined to order a bed that was unique in the world. While staring at the blueprints drawn by the gray-haired master and inserting a few words of his own suggestions from time to time, Murong Jiu made a transoceanic phone call.

Murong Jiu expressed a central idea during the call: Come back soon.

Shao Qihan also expressed a central idea during the call: now he can't escape.

But Shao Qihan knew that his friend is not a person who is just looking for trouble, something important must have happened, so he called him to urge him to go back, so Shao Qihan added: Come back soon, I ordered two tickets for us nice bed.

So unique becomes unique.

It was only after Shao Qihan brought the bed back to Murong Jiu that he realized why he wanted to go back to China so anxiously.

Because of Murong Yi's death, Murong Jiu wandered back and forth on the edge of the cliff of psychological collapse.

Shao Qihan still remembers Murong Jiu's pitiful little appearance when he picked up the plane for him, the kind of happy, joyful, helpless, and fearful eyes mixed together, he was puzzled at first, then understood, and then saw A completely collapsed Murong Jiu who finally revealed his real body from behind the iron wall.

Of course Murong Jiu is so fragile, the only vulnerable thing is to hold on to Shao Qihan tightly, as if holding on to a life-saving straw.

What made Shao Qihan feel the most subtle was that Murong Jiu was only willing to show his truly broken side in front of him.

Shao Qihan lay on the soft bed and stared at the dark ceiling, then turned his head to look at the back of Murong Jiu's furry head, smiling silently.

It turned out that the bond between him and Murong Jiu was already so deep.

Shao Qihan stretched out his long arms, and encircled Murong Jiu's chest and waist, and then pulled Murong Jiu, whose back was facing him, into his arms.

Shao Qihan closed his eyes in satisfaction, and a sentence could not help appearing in his mind. This sentence was so literary and artificial, but it was a reflection of Shao Qihan's heart at this time.

Holding you, I have the whole world.

Shao Qihan first felt a lot of emotion for this sentence, and then gave a chill to his literary and hypocritical self, and then emptied his brain, leaving only his five senses to explore the world.

This world is black, with a very nice faint fragrance, not cold at all. Shao Qihan only felt that his heart was the warmest. He looked down and found that the warmest was not his own heart, but the warmest. Murong Jiu in his arms.

With a smile on his lips, Shao Qihan soon fell into a deep sleep.

Murong Jiu woke up when the sun was so strong that even the shade cloth couldn't cover it.

In fact, Murong Jiu was not awakened by the natural light of the day, but by his own stiff body.

Murong Jiu wanted to move his neck, which was in a state of stiff neck, but suddenly found an infinite flesh-colored unknown substance in front of him. Murong Jiu was startled, and quickly moved his head back. Only then did he realize this The piece of unknown substance was Shao Qihan's face.

How am I in John's bed?

Doubts arose in Murong Jiu's mind, and at the same time, he made a new discovery, not only Shao Qihan's face, but also Shao Qihan's body was very close to him.

Murong Jiu quickly pouted his butt/butt again, so as to move his body back.

Only then did he realize that he probably slept in Shao Qihan's arms all night, because when his head moved back just now, it seemed that he had run over an arm that was parallel to the pillow.

No wonder I feel so uncomfortable, it turned out to be the wrong sleeping position.

Murong Jiu suddenly realized.

After a sudden realization, Murong Jiu realized that this bedroom was exactly the same as his own bedroom, and even the coat that was casually placed on the single sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window was exactly the same length as one of his own clothes, so Murong Jiu had a good reason to draw. Dropping the original question, a new question arises.

Why is John in my bed?

While Murong Jiu was thinking about this profound question, he was about to get up. He noticed that the nightgown he was wearing had been ravaged for a whole night, and now it was a mess. But the collar slipped to the side, so that his entire right shoulder was exposed.

Of course, Murong Jiu is used to not being able to put on his nightgown neatly when he wakes up every morning, because this is not a problem for a man who lives alone, but at this moment, Shao Qihan, a living person, is lying beside him, For some reason, a subtle sense of shame actually rose in Murong Jiu's heart.

Murong Jiu wondered where this sense of shame came from, while trying to leave this place quickly and tidy herself up—at least put on more clothes.

But even this small wish could not be realized, a strong arm stretched out from a place Murong Jiu couldn't see, when Murong Jiu realized this strong arm had already wrapped around his waist, and then put him back again. Pulled down on the bed.

"Ajiu, you woke me up." Shao Qihan propped up half of his body with the other arm, tilted his head and said lazily to Murong Jiu.

The author has something to say: Yes, this is the bed of Kaiwen Chapter 1!

Before, some girls complained that Xiaogong Xiaoshou sleeps in a couple's bed, Shi Xiaoliu, I'm here to tell you with my arms akimbo——

That's right!This is a couple bed!It is still a couple bed with a story!Don't underestimate it!

Because it's the hotbed of...JQ!Hahahahahaha!