Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting coaxed the insomniac boy to sleep, went to the living room to get a glass of warm water, looked at the extinguished sky outside the window, as if waiting for something.

Until a phone call came: "Liu Yong died in a car accident in 20 minutes. Do you want to deal with the old lady Liu who lives alone? She won't live long."

"Send it to a nursing home."

He Shanting looked back at the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed, hung up the phone and took the medicine. He would not let anyone become a burden on Song Zuiqian's journey, even if it was himself.

Song Zui originally thought that Liu Yong would not give up. In the past, Liu Yong would always yell that he needed to be responsible for the old lady, and threatened that if he didn't pay the old lady, he would leave the old lady in the hospital to die.

He is very grateful to Mrs. Liu for his kindness to him, but it is this kindness that weighs heavily on his chest, so that he is unwilling to accept other people's kindness unconditionally, so he can feel at ease by returning it as soon as possible.

What he didn't expect was that Liu Yong disappeared into his life like a drop of water. He seemed to have completely given up the idea of ​​asking him for money, and the heavy pressure suddenly disappeared.

The expectation came too easily and it was unreal. In the following days, he often lost his mind in class, always staring at the direction of the door.

What he followed was not Liu Yong but Police Officer Wu in police uniform. The students discussed what happened in fear.

"You won't find out the electrical appliances in my dormitory, will you?"

"That's the Ministry of Life's investigation."

"The police always come to arrest people."

"I'm even more panicked when you say that."

Song Zui looked at Officer Wu and frowned, and sat on his seat and asked indifferently to Officer Wu: "Do you have the right to enforce the law across districts?"

"I'm not here to enforce the law today." Officer Wu guiltily took out a pennant with a red background and a yellow border, "It's a commendation for helping solve the case on behalf of the southwest police."

There was more than one pennant reward for assisting a major provincial case, but he knew that Song Zui didn't want to get involved in the past, and that was what the group of children were looking forward to, so instead of reporting to the outside world, he only sent a pennant to clear the juvenile of criminal suspicions.

The students discussing below exploded.

"Assist the police in solving the case?!"

"Black boxing is going undercover, right?"

"Song Zui is still awesome."

Song Zui looked at the pennant handed to him, and was not sure of the purpose of Police Officer Wu's visit. He didn't take the banner and stood up: "Go out and talk."

Officer Wu looked at the vigilant young man with a wry smile. The young man didn't seem to believe that he was here today to give a commendation. He tried to soften his serious face: "I do have something to say today."

Song Zui was not surprised when he heard this, he could guess how Police Officer Wu would sneer at him to stop him from breaking the law, but what he heard was a belated apology.

"I've already asked about what happened back then." He stretched out his hand and handed out the pennant again, "I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive my words and deeds last time."

Song Zui never answered.

Police officer Wu had expected this scene. The last time he came, it was equivalent to breaking Song Zui's originally peaceful life. There was no such thing as forgiveness, so he moved on to the next thing.

"Liu Yong died last week."

Song Zui raised his eyes with deep shock. If the person who said it was not Officer Wu, he would think that the other party was joking with him. He couldn't help asking: "How did you die?"

"A car accident." Police Officer Wu said without any mercy, "I crossed the road drunk and was crushed to a pulp by a truck. When the ambulance came, I shook my head."

"It's not a pity that this kind of person dies." Officer Wu took out the recording pen from his bag, "It's his fault that Mrs. Liu is sick."

Liu Yong's triumphant words came from the recorder: "The old lady's illness has nothing to do with Song Zui, it's because I broke her safe to get angry. You can even tell Song Zui exactly what he said, and he won't sue me."

Song Zui, who was originally stunned, clenched his hands, and suddenly regretted that Liu Yong died so cheaply. He could show off that he had caused the old lady to have a stroke. The medical expenses he transferred must have been useless on the old lady. : "What about the old lady?"

"The old lady is bedridden and unconscious. We are worried that Liu Yong will die and no one will take care of her." Police officer Wu said fortunately, "Fortunately, a distant relative took her to a senior nursing home."

Song Zui looked suspicious.

"The nursing home is very good, so don't worry." Officer Wu gave the young man his phone number, "I'll send you the address later, and you can call me if you have anything to do in the future. I will definitely do what I can."

Song Zui could hear the sincerity in Officer Wu's words. He actually didn't dislike Officer Wu. In his opinion, he was a stubborn and good man. If it wasn't for this stubbornness, he wouldn't have solved the big case. Not a happy thing.

He stared at the pennant for a while, and finally accepted the pennant under Police Officer Wu's earnest eyes, as if he had completely reconciled with the past he didn't want to face.

He has thought more than once about what kind of future he would have without Liu Yong. He might be the boss of a video game mall, he might run a pet store, or he might still be his young self who knows nothing about worries.

While Song Zui was thinking, he heard someone calling his name, he turned around and saw the man standing in the extremely bright light, a thought popped into his mind.

A future with Ating is a very good future.

Back home Song Zui was sitting at the desk reading a book, because Liu Yong delayed his study plan this week, he had to catch up with the missing parts.

At first he thought this way, when the man sat next to him without looking sideways, when the man hugged him and sat on his lap, he thought about Kirchhoff's law, and when the man kissed him on the neck, he finally couldn't help it.

He sat on the man's lap and was kissed so hot that his skin was covered with dense kisses. This was a completely different experience from kissing standing up. He was like being wrapped tightly by a big cat with its tail.

Song Zui couldn't read the words in the book at all, and his attention shifted from the photoelectric effect equation to the hand reaching out to the bottom of his clothes. He couldn't help breaking away from his embrace, and stammered with a blushing face.

"Don't disturb my study."

He Shanting straightened his clothes with his slender fingers.

"It's not you who are relatives."

His tone was quite serious, and he even had a sense of honor of voluntary labor. If it wasn't for Song Zui, who was still sober, he would almost be caught by this logic. He sat across from him with a book in his hand without saying a word.

There was a theorem in the book that was wrongly deduced. He calculated it on the draft paper, turned on the phone to search, and it turned out that the book was wrong.

——What should I do if my boyfriend kisses me too much?

This problem affected his study. Originally, when he saw the photoelectric effect equation, he should think of work function, but now he would think of the fiery kiss on his collarbone.

There are all kinds of answers under the question, some are about Versailles, some are about skin hunger and thirst, but the answers after that are getting farther and farther. Mouth.

Song Zui turned off the phone with a blank expression. He will be an idiot next time he Baidus. He forgot this little episode and continued reading.

Satisfied, He Shanting looked at the displeasure on the boy's face and brought a cup of warm milk, Song Zui, flattered, lowered his head and turned to the next page: "Just put it on the side."

He Shanting put the milk cup on the table, at this moment the boy's cell phone rang, and a push message popped up on the screen.

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