Xia Lang

"Mr. Song, I have a bad conscience when you sleep on the sofa, or I'll make a floor in the living room."

"..."

Have a bed but not sleep, two people sleep in the living room?fault.

Facts have proved that there are only 0 compromises and countless compromises. Song Linju and Li Zhaozhuo finally slept in the same bed.

Song Linju had been sleeping alone for many years, and suddenly there was another person next to him. Although the bed was so big that no one could touch anyone, Song Linju was still stiff, and he didn't feel sleepy for a long time.

But not long after going to bed, Song Linju heard Li Zhaozhuo's steady breathing.

He obviously still had the energy to pull him to compete before, but now he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, it seems that he really lacks sleep.

I don't know how long I lay there, but Song Linju also fell asleep in a daze under Li Zhaozhuo's steady breathing.

In a trance, he seemed to be wrapped by something, and it was difficult to break free. He stuck to his body like a stove, and his usually cold hands and feet began to sweat.

Although the curtains were drawn tightly and the room was dark, the powerful biological clock made Song Linju wake up early, recovering from the unfamiliar environment, feeling their entangled sleeping position, and was stunned for a moment.

His back was against his chest, his big palms were around his waist, and the people behind him hugged him, as if they wanted to embed him into their bodies. No wonder he vaguely felt something entangled him in his sleep.

Didn't they have a big empty space in the middle last night?One left and one right, how did they sleep together?

He was still sleeping on the edge of the bed, which meant that it was Li Zhaozhuo and not him who was touched by "Crossing Mountains and Crossing Mountains".

Song Linju moved the hand around his waist away. He wanted to get off the bed lightly, but he didn't expect him to take Li Zhaozhuo's hand away. He murmured vaguely as if he had been awakened, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Song Linju softly tried to comfort him, "It's okay, you continue to sleep."

Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the time unconsciously, stretched out his hand, and circled back Song Linju, who had moved a little far away with great difficulty, and his voice was hoarse when he just woke up, "It's only six o'clock, I don't have to go to class today, sleep with me for a while .”

Helpless, Song Linju had no choice but to lie down again.

Li Zhaozhuo took advantage of the situation and buried his head in his neck, breathing extremely hot.

We... Could it be possible that we are half-brothers?

The part of the neck that was blown by the breath was about to burn, and Li Zhaozhuo's forehead pressed against his chin was also extremely hot. Song Linju felt something was wrong, so he patted the hand on his waist, "Loosen up."

Li Zhaozhuo obediently relaxed the hands around his waist.

Song Linju turned around and put his hand on his forehead, the temperature was really high.

He turned on the bedside lamp with his backhand, and looked at Li Zhaozhuo, who was half-closed, by the soft light.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

The cool touch on his forehead was very comfortable. Li Zhaozhuo rubbed his palm, like a large dog coquettish with his master. His voice was hoarse, "No, just a little sleepy and a little dizzy."

Is this called?

Song Linju patted the hand on his waist again, signaling him to let go, "You may have a fever, I'll get the thermometer."

He remembered seeing a thermometer in the medicine cabinet last time.

Li Zhaozhuo reluctantly let go of the hands around Song Linju's waist.

I checked the thermometer and it was 38.7, which means I have a fever.

He didn't know if his hair wasn't dried last night, or because he stayed up for so many days and nights, last night's sparring became the last straw that overwhelmed him.

Song Linju found antipyretics in the medicine box, took a cup of warm water and woke up Li Zhaozhuo, and told him to take the medicine before going to sleep.

Li Zhaozhuo was woken up from hunger, and subconsciously stretched his hand to the side but it was in vain.

The feeling of emptiness made Li Zhaozhuo, who was hazy, awake instantly.

Um?What about Song Linju?

Looking at the electronic clock next to the bed, it was almost ten o'clock, and the scene of Song Linju feeding himself medicine flashed through his mind, and Li Zhaozhuo held his forehead and smiled lowly.

Well, last night he said in front of Song Linju that he was very good, but today he had a fever and asked to take care of him.

Tsk, my face hurts.

Opening the door, Li Zhaozhuo saw Song Linju sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Although he is sitting on a soft sofa, his sitting posture is still upright, and the light from the balcony casts a soft halo on his side face, which looks quiet and gentle, and the years are quiet, especially when he is still wearing his own pajamas.

He wants to hug him.

Thinking of this, the person sitting on the sofa seemed to have noticed his scorching gaze and turned his head.

Seeing Li Zhaozhuo standing at the door, Song Linju put down his book and walked towards him, putting his hand on his forehead.

Li Zhaozhuo lowered his head obediently, and took the initiative to lean into his palm.

It seemed that it was not so hot anymore, Song Linju asked him, "How do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"

Although Li Zhaozhuo was still a little weak, he was no longer dizzy.

He put his arms around Song Linju's thin waist, and leaned his head on Song Linju's shoulder weakly, his voice was low and hoarse, "A little bit."

After speaking, his stomach growled.

Feeling that the person in front of him was slightly stiff, Song Linju smiled and pushed him, "There is porridge in the kitchen, I'll get it."

He wanted to hug this unsatisfactory stomach for a while longer.

After Li Zhaozhuo frowned and glanced at his abdomen, he followed.

Song Linju served a bowl of porridge from the kitchen, and brought out the fried vegetables by the way.

No wonder you can smell the aroma of food as soon as you go out.

Li Zhaozhuo picked up the bowl and inhaled like a storm. He felt that he was so hungry that he could eat a whole cow, and he could eat porridge and side dishes with relish.

Li Zhaozhuo, who drank three bowls of porridge in one go and finished a plate of vegetables, felt full now.

After eating, Li Zhaozhuo was revived with full blood, and suddenly felt that he was okay again.

After quickly washing the dishes, he dragged Song Linju into the room to study.

The learning method specially formulated by Song Linju for him was indeed more efficient, so Li Zhaozhuo didn't die and stayed up all night, and his spirit improved a lot on weekdays.

It was night, after the next night's self-study, Li Zhaozhuo watched Song Linju go upstairs as usual, just about to leave, but found that the shoelaces were loose, so he squatted down to tie the shoelaces, and tied the unloose ones by the way.

"Da... da... da..." The regular sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came from the stairs, getting closer.

Li Zhaozhuo looked up subconsciously, and saw the spotless and shiny leather shoes and expensive suit pants from the slightly sparse roots of the shrubs. His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

If he read correctly, the leather shoes and suit trousers are all made to order, and they come from the same store as the suits he wore to the company. His family opened them, but they are several times more expensive than his ones. Bar.

His shop usually makes suits for him and the old man, and it takes a high-end line. They dress better than his young owner, which shows that this person is of extraordinary status.

But how could such a person come and go here?

Could it be that Xiaoqinger and illegitimate children were raised here?Li Zhaozhuo thought casually.

However, in order to save trouble, Li Zhaozhuo, who had already tied his shoelaces, waited patiently for the man to walk a certain distance, then stood up and looked in the direction the man left.

Under the dim light, one can vaguely see that the man's back is straight and imposing, and the gentle suit he wears gives him an awe-inspiring and inviolable feeling of military uniform.

Even in the dark night, he could recognize the figure from the back at a glance.

It's Li Bikang.

It's so late, what is he doing here?They still came down from the building where Song Lin lived.

Could it be that the old man Xiaoqing'er and the illegitimate child are really in this building?Li Zhaozhuo's face turned dark immediately.

When Li Zhaozhuo returned home, he just wanted his subordinates to check the building where Song Lin lived, to see where the old man's little lover and illegitimate son lived.

The illegitimate child is about his age, so it should be easy to check.

On the phone, he received the result of another matter that he asked his subordinates to investigate.

It's about the scar on Song Linju's ankle that he saw earlier.

He didn't want to bring up the sad thing again, so he checked it himself.

The scar on his ankle was left by being kidnapped when he was a child. There are some relevant information attached to this sentence, but the description of that kidnapping is extremely limited, as if someone deliberately covered up something.

kidnapping?

Li Zhaozhuo's eyelids twitched when he saw this word, and before he had time to get angry, some scattered memories in his mind were suddenly strung together by a thread.

He was also kidnapped when he was a child. The point is, he was kidnapped together with the old man's illegitimate son at that time. The old man was seen in the building where Song Lin lived.

It was so coincidental that Li Zhaozhuo couldn't believe that all this was just a coincidence.

Li Zhaozhuo sat on the sofa with his elbows on his knees, his face deeply buried in his palms, and something bent his back.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but it seemed like he hadn't thought of anything.

He found that what made him unacceptable was not that the old man, whom he had always cared about, went to see his little lover and illegitimate child, but that his boyfriend might be his half-brother.

How is this possible?

Probably not, after all, he and Song Linju don't look alike at all, no matter in appearance or character, how could they be brothers?

Li Zhaozhuo kept comforting himself.

Scratching his face fiercely, Li Zhaozhuo picked up the mobile phone on the side of his leg and wanted to send a message to ask his men to investigate Li Yukang's illegitimate son, but his hands trembled violently for some reason. This time, it was sent out.

Seeing his trembling uncontrollably, unable to even hold his mobile phone, Li Zhaozhuo's reddened eyes were filled with self-loathing, and he threw the mobile phone viciously, smashing the glass door between the balcony and the living room.

There was a "wow", as if his dream was shattered, and the debris on the ground tore apart Li Zhaozhuo's figure.

The next day, Song Linju quickly noticed Li Zhaozhuo's abnormality. He was very silent all day long, and when they were together, he always looked at him with complicated eyes that he couldn't understand.

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