Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

Fortunately, it was the little shoemaker who came that night.

Shen Qingyuan is a stubborn person, He Jingrui said to look for them on Ren'ai Road, and he has been looking for them on Ren'ai Road.If it were someone else, he might see someone in the dark on the street who hadn't left early, so he searched back and forth, and searched for the horned Gela carefully as He Jingrui asked.

It was only after hearing faint human voices from the big pit at the end of the road that they found the He family brothers at the bottom of the pit.

When He Jingrui fell, he protected his head, his hands and feet were skinned, only his face was fine.His elder brother was more miserable, half of his face was swollen, and the bridge of his nose was broken, and the colorful colors were quite wonderful.

Fortunately, neither of them suffered any injuries.

After finally getting the drunk into the car, He Jingrui was cold, tired and frightened, and fought against the mice that coveted his brother for a long time, now he only has a breath of heat left, and urgently needs hot water, a dry bed and warm quilts.

Shen Qingyuan drove them back to Qingrui, first put He Jinghui on the sofa, and then busily put water on He Jingrui for a bath.

Lying in the hot water, He Jingrui drank the ginger soup brought to his mouth by the little shoemaker, and finally felt a little heat rising in his cavity, and his consciousness returned slightly.

"How do you drink like this?" the little shoemaker looked at his pale lover and asked distressedly.

He Jingrui wanted to say that the boss was suffocated, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

Coming out of the bathroom, he wiped his wet hair and walked to the sofa, squatting down to look at his brother.

He Jinghui was injured like that, but he didn't feel any pain at all, he slept soundly, and with that distorted face, he was as good as a pig.

Frowning and pulling down the messy hair on the boss's forehead, he felt very uncomfortable.

The boss completely walked down from the altar tonight, and fell directly to the bottom of the pit.He had been looking forward to this day for so many years, but when it really happened before his eyes, it caused his nose to swell and his eyes to swell.

The virtuous little shoemaker brought He Jingrui porridge to eat.Then start cleaning up the drunk on the sofa.

He Jinghui was tall and big, and after falling asleep, he was dead. The little shoemaker took a lot of effort to take off his dirty clothes and simply wipe him clean with a hot towel.

When it was time to wipe his face, He Jingrui took the towel and wiped it.He wiped it very carefully, rolling the towel with his fingers to wipe off the mud and blood stains on the elder brother's face little by little, for fear of hurting him.

"If you fall like this, it doesn't matter if you sleep all night?" Facing his big brother's pig face, he really couldn't let go.

"Now you have to get him up when you go to the hospital. You're so tired, and I'm the only one. What if I get bumped?"

"No, I still have to go to the hospital!" He Jingrui tried to stand up as he said, and he got up so hard that he fell back when his eyes darkened.

The little shoemaker hurriedly hugged him from behind and helped him to sit on the sofa.

Seeing that He Jingrui couldn't hold on anymore, Shen Qingyuan had no choice but to say: "I'll ask Brother Hao to help."

After a while, Cheng Hao and A Min came together.Seeing He Jinghui's appearance was startled.However, Cheng Hao and He Jinghui belonged to the gentle friends of gentlemen, so they didn't ask much.

He asked Amin to drive, and he and Shen Qingyuan carefully carried the person into the car.When he went out, he asked He Jingrui if he wanted to go to the hospital for an examination together, He Jingrui waved his hand, and Cheng Hao asked Shen Qingyuan to stay and not go with him.

It was past three o'clock in the middle of the night after seeing off He Jinghui, and Shen Qingyuan was also very tired, but He Jingrui sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette and had no intention of going to sleep.

Shen Qingyuan snatched the cigarette from his hand and complained: "Smoking less! Go to sleep."

"You go to bed first, I'll sit down for a while." He Jingrui said in a hoarse voice, pressing his hand on his forehead.

Seeing his dull and bewildered expression, the little shoemaker couldn't bear it.He hugged the quilt and came over, wrapped the quilt with him and sat in the dark in a daze.

Shen Qingyuan fell asleep while sitting.When he opened his eyes, he was sleeping on He Jingrui's lap, and He Jingrui was leaning on the armrest to sleep.

It was already dawn, the clerk was cleaning the store, and the mobile phone was buzzing on the coffee table.

It was Cheng Hao who called, reporting He Jinghui's condition, all of which were skin trauma, slight alcohol poisoning, and he was in good health.

He Jinghui was still in a coma, Cheng Hao reminded that he would definitely not be able to go to the company today and let He Jingrui speak.

Shen Qingyuan hung up the phone, got up and called He Jingrui.It turned out that He Jingrui had a fever.

After returning from Lijiang, He Jingrui didn't get sick for almost a year, even though he only had a low fever, he still made the little shoemaker anxious.

He can't go to work like this.Well, the two presidents slipped away together.

Asking for leave is now a problem.With Shen Qingyuan's status, it is not appropriate to ask for leave for Mr. Xiao He, let alone Mr. Da He—where did you come from, who would believe you? !

There was no other way but to ask Cheng Hao to come forward. He had hooked up with He's at any rate, and he could barely speak.

Shen Qingyuan carried He Jingrui to the bed, fed him antipyretics, drank a large glass of water, and watched him sweat while he ate something casually.

He Jingrui was dizzy when he was awake, and he refused to lie down obediently, turning the quilt into a ball for a while, and exposing his hands and feet for a while.Shen Qingyuan simply lay down beside him, and even brought the quilt into his arms to fix it.

I don't know if it's because of the discomfort or what, but He Jingrui fidgeted in his arms, talking nonsense in a low voice.When you get closer, you can hear him calling "Dad" sometimes, "Brother" sometimes, and "Qing Yuan" sometimes, and the object of the sentence is "I'm sorry".

The family conflicts these days have made the bully exhausted, no matter how heartless he is, he can't stand it anymore.

Two sides are not human, whatever you do is wrong, and someone will be hurt, Shen Qingyuan understands this feeling too well!

——When his family moved to the city, he could only let his lover live outside; when it came to marriage, he couldn't openly say that I had a lover; the gold ring He Jingrui gave him was often taken off and hidden.Even though his mother has recognized He Jingrui, he still can't bring him back to his hometown, he still has to cover it up in front of his fellow villagers, and he still can't hold a beautiful wedding banquet in Yangliu Village... The situation of the He family is worse than his own...

Can't tell whether it's worry or regret, anyway, Shen Qingyuan's heart was sour and soft by a wave of complicated emotions.He stroked the messy hair of the big cat in his arms, kissed the cat's head tenderly, and patted the cat's back like coaxing a child.

He Damiao finally calmed down, lying obediently between his arms and sweating while sleeping.

When Big Cat woke up, the fever had subsided, and the bedding was soaked in sweat.The little shoemaker wrapped him up like a bug, first changed the quilt cover and then returned the bed sheet.With bulging black eyes, he huddled under the quilt to watch Shen Qingyuan busy.After a while, he was hungry and asked the little shoemaker to cook for him.

He just likes the little shoemaker who walks around him, working hard like a little daughter-in-law, which makes him feel nourished from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, escaping from the oppressive home and letting the little shoemaker water it with love is really relaxing from body to heart.

Fortunately, there is such a person.

"Qingyuan," the corners of He Jingrui's mouth curled up, showing a cat-like smile to the little shoemaker who brought in the water, but he said as if ordering, "Come here."

The little shoemaker sat next to him, and when he hugged him, he didn't forget to test his temperature.

Feeling that his forehead was icy cold, and the temperature had indeed dropped, Shen Qingyuan leaned into his arms relaxedly, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh, I didn't expect Brother He to be so fussy."

He Jingrui didn't speak, and kept rubbing against Shen Qingyuan's soft hair.Suddenly asked: "What shampoo do you use?"

"Rejoice...don't you use this too?" The little shoemaker didn't know why.

"Why is it so fragrant? I don't smell Rejoice...like lemon and barbecue..."

The little shoemaker blinked his eyes a few times before realizing that He Damiao was making fun of him.Gritting her teeth, she rushed over, strangled his neck and shook him meaningfully.

He Damiao shouted exaggeratedly: "Murdered my husband!"

I don't know how the two of them rolled, but the little shoemaker was forced into the quilt and pressed on He Damiao's body.

The two looked at each other and smiled like fools.

Then He Jingrui touched his ear and said softly: "I love you."

They have been together for a long time. Although He Jingrui often speaks nasty words, he rarely confesses his love in a serious way.

As soon as he said that, Shen Qingyuan guessed that he had something on his mind.Thinking about what that worry might be, the little shoemaker felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Bowing his head and kissing him, Shen Qingyuan rolled over to sleep next to him.

He Jingrui changed his gold ring to the ring finger wearing the wedding ring, and pulled Shen Qingyuan's hands together.After looking at the two shining golden wedding rings for local tyrants for a while, he said solemnly: "I've been locked up by you, do you know?"

Shen Qingyuan put down his hands, smiled and said: "I know."

"I just want to tell you," He Jingrui turned to face him, and said with a little hesitation, "I am your husband, and I only have you in my heart, and I will never do anything wrong to you...So, if I do something... ...You can't be angry, let alone run away like last time, okay?"

Shen Qingyuan's fingers slid across his cheeks with affection, stopped on his lips for a few seconds, and then continued to walk away.

The little shoemaker seemed to be in love with this kind of touch, and he concentrated on tracing his face until he was almost impatient, and finally agreed in a low voice: "Okay."