Wu Shang

Wu Zhichao slowly opened his eyes, and through the gap in the curtains, he found that it was completely dark, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

Wu Zhizhuo wanted to get up, but the hands around his waist tightly surrounded him, he could only barely reach out and turn on the dim lamp by the bed.

Although only one hand was exposed, he could already deduce how miserable his body was from the bluish red mark on his arm. He gently pulled the hand on his waist and wanted to lie down in the bathroom, but found that his body was already clean.When did he wash it, he didn't realize it at all.

Wu Zhicuo gently turned around and looked peacefully at Shang Mozhi's sweet sleeping face, but his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the wound on his chest.How did this happen, how could he be injured like this, he gently touched the area around the wound full of pity.

The injury seemed to be contagious to him, and he felt a dull pain in his heart.The word "domestication" suddenly appeared in his mind, would the fox in the book feel this way?Is this the magic of "domestication"?Let one person be completely inseparable from another person, because the other person hurts, hurts the other person, angers the other person, and worries about the other person's happiness.Wu Zhicuo suddenly found that he had changed a lot. How could he be so delicate and gentle in the past, let alone devote his whole heart to others like he is now.

I have changed, really changed too much.It's hard to find the freedom and ease of the past, but the person in front of me now seems to make everything insignificant.

"It won't leave a scar."

Wu Zhicuo was concentrating on the scar, when Shang Mozhi suddenly opened his mouth and startled him.

"Wake up."

"Ah."

"How did you do this?"

"careless."

"Careless? How did you get such a serious injury?" Wu Zhicuo frowned tightly.

"Doctor Su is very powerful and won't leave scars." Shang Mozhi always had a gentle smile, avoiding the serious and paying attention to the minor.

"Hey," Wu Zhicuo didn't think about it anymore, "Does it still hurt?"

"No uncle hurts."

"Huh?" He wouldn't do such a thing to Shang Mozhi.

"Uncle sneaked away today."

"It's not escaping, it's just going out for a walk!" Wu Zhicuo emphasized.

"But what I don't know is, do you know how scared I was not to see you when I came back?"

"What are you afraid of? How far can I go?" Wu Zhichao whispered.

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi hugged Wu Zhicuo tightly, "You don't understand, you will never experience this panic." I don't want you to experience it either.

"Xiao Mo," Wu Zhicuo gently comforted, "You are too sensitive."

Sometimes this sensitivity made him breathless: "Maybe it's because you are still young, you are too clingy..."

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi said full of grievances, "I love you and want to cling to you. Only by letting you stay in a place I can control can I feel safe."

"Xiao Mo, I'm a person, not an object, and you're not a child, you can't control me like a toy, I can't stay where you designate..."

Shang Mozhi has no reflection: "It doesn't matter"

"I am human!"

"mine."

"..." Wu Zhicuo was suddenly speechless, "Why can't I explain it to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Shang Mozhi hugged him even tighter, "I don't care, what's mine is mine, I don't care!"

Wu Zhicuo knew that he was playing a rascal again: "Alright then, I apologize for what happened today."

"Hee hee," Shang Mozhi finally relaxed, "Uncle, you don't need to apologize, no matter what you do, I will forgive you."

Wu Zhicuo couldn't help scolding cheekily in his heart, he was not at fault for this matter, but he just apologized, but he didn't expect him to accept it.

"Forget it," Wu Zhicuo finally gave in, "Let's just read this article."

"Ah."

"However," Wu Zhicuo turned the subject, "We have to talk about my return to normal work."

Shang Mozhi's tone turned cold in an instant: "Uncle, didn't I just say that? I want you to stay in a place I can control. The outside world is too big and there are too many things I can't control. If it's like last time..."

"No more," Wu Zhicuo immediately promised, "This kind of thing will definitely not happen again. After returning to work, I will stay by your side. If you go out for a meeting, I will stay in the office. Even if the sky falls Not half a step away."

Shang Mozhi didn't answer, Wu Zhicuo quietly waited for him to let go, the room was silent for a long time.

"Hey," Shang Mozhi sighed softly, "Even if you don't go to work, as long as it is what you want, I will satisfy you, and I will also arrange for Aunt Huang. Why are you doing this?"

"I just want to." Of course Wu Zhicuo would not tell him the reason, because what he wanted was too simple for Shang Mozhi.He wants to buy a house and live with his mother and his wife as he planned before.It's just that the situation has changed a lot now, he may not have the courage to live with his mother, but he still wants to have a house that he can earn by himself enough for himself and Xiaomo to live in peace.Only when he goes to work every month will he pay more money as a matter of course, so that he can save a little money for the house.

This may be his paranoia caused by the shortcomings of his childhood family.

"Okay, but uncle, you have to promise to stay by my side all the time."

"Absolutely." Wu Zhichao said happily.

"Really..." Shang Mozhi buried Wu Zhicuo in his chest, he really didn't know what to do with him.

Shang Mozhi's chest was always so at ease, Wu Zhicuo fell asleep again after a while.After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Wu Zhicuo felt a little cold around him, and touched his side subconsciously, but he couldn't find the person he wanted.

"Huh?" Wu Zhicuo sat up and rubbed his eyes, the bathroom was dark, "Where is this going?"

Wu Zhicuo put on a thin coat and opened the door. The light in the corridor was very dim, but the light from the opposite study room was extraordinarily bright.

"Xiao Mo, are you inside?" Wu Zhicuo asked but no one answered.

Are you still working now?It's so late.Work is important, and the body must also be taken care of.Wu Zhicuo walked to the door, the door was ajar, but when he was about to knock on the door, he heard Yu She's voice.Yu She is still here so late?He was hesitating whether to go back to the room and not disturb them, but when he heard the three words that made his nerves collapse - Ma Weiyong.

The people in the study didn't notice that there was someone outside the door. Although they were always cautious, they didn't take so much care in their own territory, especially in this place where only the most core personnel could enter.

"Huh," Shang Mozhi was lying on the chair with some fatigue, "there are too many recent incidents, let's also report the incident about Ma Weiyong last time."

"Well," Yu She reported, "Ma Weiyong, formerly known as Ma Xuan, is 17 years old. He was an orphan in the battlefield. He was adopted by a drug lord surnamed Ma as an adopted son when he was six years old. A group of drug dealers traded and entered the area under our jurisdiction. You once issued a ban on this thing in our area, and the branch forces there executed the obliteration. But you issued the following prohibition order, so let the kid go .Maybe it was for revenge, so I planned it out. The other people, Lin Ni, also went to investigate, and they were all fools who were not on the stage and were used."

Shang Mozhi rubbed his temples: "So I still found so many things for myself."

Yu She echoed in his heart, yes, that killing order is too troublesome.But he didn't say anything, after all he knew the scar in Shang Mozhi's heart.

Outside the door, Wu Zhichao felt more headache the more he listened, Ma Weiyong, obliterate, drug lord?What's going on.He propped his head and lay back in the room again, his head was in a mess, why can't he remember the memory of that period, what happened to that Ma Weiyong in the end?

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..." is the sound of the clock, ancient and pleasant.

Why is there such a bell?Wu Zhicuo felt that his body was very light, so light that he couldn't control it.In a trance, he seemed to see a pocket watch, engraved with fine magnolia patterns, shining in front of the white background...

"Uncle, uncle's ass is drying out in the sun."

"Hmm..." Wu Zhichao opened his eyes in a daze, and Shang Mozhi's handsome face quickly occupied all his vision.

"Is it already morning?" Wu Zhicuo turned his head and looked out the window, why did he feel like he hadn't slept all night, and the pocket watch in his dream was still looming in his mind.

When Wu Zhicuo was adjusting his state, a gentle hand landed on his forehead: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Huh? It's okay," Wu Zhicuo recalled what he heard last night, sat up and asked, "What happened to Xiao Mo last time with Ma Weiyong?"

A trace of solemnity flashed across Shang Mozhi's eyebrows, but immediately there was a lively smile again: "Haha, why are you asking this, uncle? It's been so long, are you still afraid?"

"No way," Wu Zhicuo rubbed his temples, "It just feels a little wrong, by the way, I didn't hurt my brain last time."

"Brain? How is it possible, then I don't feel sorry for bleeding."

"Hmph," Wu Zhicuo smiled softly, "I really can't stand you."

"Why did uncle ask this suddenly?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something," Wu Zhicuo took the clothes from one side and said, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Well," Shang Mozhi took over Wu Zhicuo's hands and buttoned his clothes for him, "I've been busy for a while, so I'll rest for two days."

"It's time to take a good rest." Wu Zhicuo's perspective was facing the top of Shang Mozhi's head, looking at the soft hair, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke it, but the more he touched it, the more addicted he was and he didn't want to stop.

"Uncle, is it easy to touch?"

"good."

"But, I think you are playing with fire..."

As soon as Shang Mozhi said this, Wu Zhicuo quickly stopped, he didn't want to suffer early in the morning.

Shang Mozhi raised his head and grabbed Wu Zhicuo's hand and bit it lightly: "I'll let you go this time, let's go down and eat."

Wu Zhicuo showed a professional smile: "Please."