After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

Forget it, let's make do with it.

In the chaos, several bodyguards in black jumped up, accurately found the target and pinned the assailant to the ground.

Taking a closer look, he was a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s with a face full of vicissitudes.

An Rao was not in the mood to care about him, his eyes were fixed on the blood-stained shirt of Wang's bodyguard, and he quickly raised his hand to cover his wound and told the people next to him to call for emergency services.

A ten-centimeter fruit knife was stuck into the back of Wang's bodyguard. He clutched the wound in pain, grinned and asked, "Mr. An... are you okay..."

"I'm fine, just leave me alone." An Rao tightened his fingers.

When the court heard the news, more than a dozen policemen rushed to surround them. One of them took out a police gun from his waist and took the suspect from the bodyguard with one hand. His colleagues hurriedly called the nearest police station to inform them to dispatch People came to support to prevent suspects and accomplices from hiding in the crowd and waiting for an opportunity.

The rest were busy evacuating the crowd.

Seeing that bodyguard Wang's blood was bleeding more and more, overflowing along the fingers, forming a small puddle on the ground, and his condition was getting worse and worse, his face was as white as paper, and he had lost the strength to speak.

"How long is it until the ambulance arrives!" An Rao shouted at Chu Guannan, with a tone of intense anger that was rarely seen.

"Ten minutes at the fastest."

The two policemen quickly stepped onto the motorcycle, turned on the warning bell, and rushed towards the intersection.

Now it is the rush hour, and there is no guarantee that there will be no time delay due to congestion. They can only try to clear the way for the ambulance as quickly as possible.

Time passed by, and Wang's bodyguard lost all strength, his eyes blinked, as if he was using his last strength to force his eyelids open.

Finally, a few minutes later, the bell of the ambulance rang through the streets and alleys like the sound of sounds of nature. The doctors quickly lifted the stretcher from the car, sent Wang's bodyguard to the ambulance, and quickly infused fluids to restore blood circulation.

An Rao got into the ambulance together, sparks and lightning all the way, but fortunately a police car cleared the way and arrived at the nearest hospital within 5 minutes.

Looking at Wang's bodyguard being pushed into the operating room, An Rao felt that all his strength was drained.

Father Chu once said, don't just think about yourself, but also think about the people around you.

If Wang's bodyguard hadn't come out to help block the knife today, he would be lying in the operating room now.

But now, it is clear that Father Chu's ultimate goal is not whether he withdraws the charges against Lin Jingxi, but his own life.

why.

If he was really the original author, what kind of deep hatred would make him put himself, the cannon fodder of the original text, to death.

In the deserted and quiet corridor, An Rao's lonely shadow was stretched obliquely.

Blood dripped from his hands.

Revenge.

This letter has definitely been seen somewhere.

Many small fragments flashed like a revolving lantern in my mind.

It's as if some fragments of memory are coming together little by little.

Classrooms, blackboards, chalk words that were erased crazily, abuse and ridicule from the audience.

Then I was called to the office by the teacher, patiently enlightened, and an unintentional glance when I left the office.

I remembered!

I saw this letter in the textbook of a teacher in the office.

The khaki cover is densely written with "Revenge", large and small.

The teacher was a male teacher who was about 27 or [-] years old at the time. He taught Chinese. He introduced himself as Shen, and he once substituted for his class.

I vaguely remember that some classmates said that this teacher and the boy who jumped off the building are related.

But I can't be sure, too much time has passed, and I don't even know whether this information is real or my unreasonable association.

An Rao sat down on the bench by the door wearily, leaning against the backrest and lowering his head.

The more you think, the more chaotic.

Not long after, Chu Guannan and several policemen hurried over.

"How's it going?" Chu Guannan asked.

An Rao shook his head: "It's still being rescued."

Chu Guannan knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't say much, and silently took out a wet towel to help him wipe the blood that was almost solidified on his hands.

An Rao's fingers curled up.

He knows that now is not the time to be sad and blame himself. The original author is like a time bomb, ambush by his side at any time. Today, there are bodyguards for him. What about tomorrow?

Today is me, tomorrow, will it be Chu Guannan's turn?

An Rao hid his hands in his pockets, quietly turned off the phone, turned to Chu Guannan and said, "Lend me the phone, I want to call Dad to report that he is safe."

Chu Guannan didn't ask too many questions, and obediently handed over his phone.

An Rao walked a long way with his mobile phone, until he reached the roof of the hospital building. Then he opened the mobile phone and found the phone book. After searching for a long time, he found the name "Steward Li".

Uncle Li has repeatedly emphasized that if you have any questions, you should call him, and he deliberately guided himself to discover the evidence of Yu Minwei's false testimony step by step. Did he actually discover something?

The phone rang once and was picked up, and the other party called himself "Guan Nan" affectionately when he came up.

"Sorry, it's me, An Rao."

Uncle Li sighed deeply, and seemed to have expected that An Rao would call him, so he wasn't too surprised.

"Have you read the news this morning?" An Rao cut straight to the point.

"Yes... Now there is a lot of trouble on the Internet."

"Uncle Li, can we meet tonight if you have time?" An Rao gripped the phone tightly.

Uncle Li was silent for a while, said "OK", and asked a very strange question: "What do you need me to bring you?"

An Rao raised his eyes: "The hard disk copy of the study computer."

"okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, An Rao looked down from the roof, the cold wind blew across his cheeks, making the tip of his nose flushed.

Whatever feud you may have had in the past, now is the time to end it.

He also didn't understand why he trusted Uncle Li so much and let his guard down completely.

Probably because he is the only one in that family who can gently call Chu Guannan by his baby name.

Wang's bodyguard rescued him for nearly four hours. The lights in the operating room were turned off, and he walked out with a weary sound. The expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

"Although after rescue, the injured temporarily saved their lives, but because of the serious organ damage, family members must be prepared for a protracted war."

The police tried to notify Bodyguard Wang's family just now, but it was found that his parents died young and grew up in an orphanage, and there were no relatives who could help.

Many people in this world have been mired in the quagmire, but they still try their best to push those who are also in the quagmire to a bright place, but they themselves sink deeper and deeper.

Therefore, no matter how high the cost of follow-up treatment was for Bodyguard Wang, An Rao also decided to take care of him to fully recover.

Bodyguard Wang was still in a coma, and was pushed out of the operating room by the doctor, his face was bloodless, like a lifeless dummy.

In the dark ward, An Rao sat on the small sofa in the corner, looking at the bodyguard Wang who was still unconscious on the bed, feeling uncomfortable.

Chu Guannan came in from the outside with a small box in his hand.

He sat down beside An Rao, and handed the small box to him: "I bought some fruit, even if I don't have an appetite, I still have to eat something."

An Rao shook his head: "Don't eat, if you are tired, go back first."

Chu Guannan opened the box and tied a piece of strawberry to An Rao's mouth: "I'm not tired, I asked the company to contact the best nurse, and you don't need to stay here all the time."

"Hold on, it'll make you feel better."

The moonlight flew in from the window, brightening the geometric shape of the coffin, halfway across An Rao's face, faintly illuminating his reddish eye sockets.

Chu Guannan took back the strawberries and gently poked the edge of the carton with the small fork.

After a long time, he took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and put it in An Rao's hand.

The USB stick looks old, with some of the gold paint worn away.

An Rao picked up the USB flash drive suspiciously: "This is..."

Chu Guannan calmly looked at the opposite wall, his pupils hidden in the darkness remained calm.

"All my father's criminal evidence, forgery and alteration of financial documents, and bid rigging, etc., you give it to the lawyer, they understand."

An Rao's pupils suddenly dilated.

Chu Guannan is planning to send his father to prison with his own hands?

If these charges are confirmed, plus the charges of abetting and hiring murder, he will probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in my mind.

When the students were excitedly discussing the novel "The Second Coming to the Altar", someone mentioned:

"If it wasn't for the big villain Chu Guannan and his father who left behind so many criminal evidences and ruined Chu Guannan's reputation, the protagonist really wouldn't be able to bring him down."

So the submission of these evidences to the police will affect Chu Guannan, right?

It seems that this USB flash drive has also been hidden in his hands for many years. In fact, he could have handed it over to the police to send his father in, but he didn't do so, probably because he missed the little so-called blood relationship.

Chu Guannan stood up without waiting for his answer, "I'll go back and look at the cat first, and if you're tired, call me to change shifts."

Footsteps echoed in the ward.

The door opened, and the cold corridor lamp came in, blurring his always tall and straight back.

farther and farther until it disappears.

An Rao sat looking at the USB flash drive for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment with Uncle Li at a coffee shop near the hospital at one o'clock in the morning.

He tucked the quilt up for Wang's bodyguard, turned off the night light next to the hospital bed, closed the door and retreated.

The road in the early morning was silent, and the dim street lamps were cast on the snow-covered road, reflecting the snow as fine as diamonds.

A series of footprints with a standard rhythm are left in the snow, and they go farther and farther.

An Rao came to the door of the coffee shop and looked inside.

Only Uncle Li and the waiter were in the huge store.

An Rao took out the plain mirror from his pocket, wiped it, and put it on.

As the "Welcome" sounded at the door, the waiter immediately came to greet her, and An Rao waved her hand to signal her to go to work.

The waiter hid behind the counter and looked at An Rao quietly.

Wow, handsome boy.

An Rao sat down in front of Uncle Li, and Uncle Li hurriedly took a tissue to help wipe the table in front of him.

An Rao pressed his hand: "You don't need to be busy, let's get straight to the point, and I have to go back to bed with you after talking."

Uncle Li nodded, took out a bulging envelope from his pocket and pushed it over: "This is the hard disk copy backup you want."

An Rao thanked in a low voice.

"So you came to me, besides the hard disk, what else do you want to know."

An Rao raised his eyes, and the eyes behind the plain mirror showed a trace of vigilance: "How many years have you worked in Chu Guannan's family?"

He was still a little worried, a housekeeper would sell the master so easily?

"28 years." Li Shucheng said honestly.

An Rao opened his mouth in shock.

For 28 years, almost most of his life was spent in the Chu family.

"From... the year my wife married into the Chu family."

Mrs?Is it Chu Guannan's mother?Why did he mention her suddenly?

Uncle Li smiled, and lightly wiped the coffee stains on the table with his fingers: "You must be wondering why I don't hesitate to betray the boss to help you."

This question touched An Rao's heart.

"Ah, you should have not been born at that time, probably don't know, when Ms. Xu Xianya was still in the stage troupe, I was the person in charge of her troupe."

"She should be regarded as my school girl. I fell in love with her at first sight when she first entered school, and later I took the initiative to pull her into our stage theater troupe. She is a very good actress, but unfortunately, her beauty and talent have become a force to die for." Her blade."

Uncle Li heaved a long sigh, and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows with misty eyes, as if lost in memory.

"Chu Weifeng, oh, it's Guannan's father. He came to participate in a stage play and fell in love with Xianya at first glance. Later, in order to marry her, he used his influence to threaten her natal family and her friends and colleagues. At that time, almost no one dared to talk to Xianya, and even other members of the troupe signed a letter asking her to leave the troupe, otherwise they would all quit."

"Xianya really had no other choice, and she didn't want to hurt everyone, so she had to marry Chu Weifeng. At that time, I couldn't worry about her, so I went to apply for the housekeeper of the Chu family. It didn't work out, and I worked for 28 years."

An Rao was puzzled: "Has Chu Weifeng doubted you for so many years?"

Uncle Li shook his head: "Over there, I dare not show any concern for Xian Ya, even when she suffers from physical and psychological trauma, I can only watch from the sidelines."

Uncle Li clenched his fists: "I resent myself for being a coward, and even more resent Chu Weifeng. Since I like her, why should I suspect violence against her? Obviously, Xianya is innocent from beginning to end."

An Rao suddenly thought of his mother.

When she married her father as a follow-up, everyone said that she fell in love with his father's money and power.

But only An Rao knew that his mother often said to him: "Your father is the most talented, handsome and personable man in the world."

She really liked her father, but it changed in other people's mouths.

Suspicion is the most meaningless thing in this world.

"Maybe it's because of Xian Ya, who loves houses and crows, so I have always been very concerned about Guan Nan. This kid has never been talkative since he was a child. He didn't talk about it when he was bullied at school. It was because I accidentally discovered the bruises on his body." know about it."

An Rao's heart trembled: "Then he, why didn't he say..."

Uncle Li sighed: "A mother who has been driven to the point of insanity, and a father who has always suspected that he is not his own. Who do you think will help him? Even if he says, is it useful?"

An Rao lowered his head, his nose sore.

He's been through the same thing, so he understands how it feels.

"In fact, Guan Nan is the kind of character who hates being the focus of attention, but he took this road for the sake of his mother, and the early stage was not smooth, and he was suppressed by Chu Weifeng everywhere, so after Xianya passed away, he never had any I went back to the Chu family, but because I was worried about you, I returned to the Chu family for the first time after five years."

An Rao is a person with strong empathy ability, just hearing what Uncle Li said, he wants to cry.

"Probably the only warmth he had when he was young was his mother."

As Uncle Li said, he stretched out his hand and patted the back of An Rao's hand gently: "So you must treat him well, as long as you two can be well, Xianya's spirit in heaven will also be comforted."

An Rao lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his heart was in a mess.

He originally thought that after leaving the entertainment industry, he would travel all over the world with Chu Guannan, but it would be really selfish to do so. Even though Chu Guannan didn't like to take this road, as long as he fulfilled his mother's last wish, he would be happy with him. It is the greatest consolation.

"Speaking of Chu Weifeng." Uncle Li suddenly changed the topic, "I think... he seems to have changed."

"Boom!" An Rao's heart skipped a beat.

A feeling of being about to touch a secret filled my heart.

"He went out to discuss business half a year ago. At that time, there was a heavy rain and a mudslide occurred while passing the Huanshan Highway. His driver and partner all died on the spot. He himself was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Before he arrived at the hospital, he had lost his vital signs. But I don’t know why, I was rescued and came back, but because of this, my lower body was paralyzed.”

half year ago?That's not the time to wear it yourself.

The more An Rao listened, the colder his back became.

"After he was discharged from the hospital, his temperament changed drastically. In fact, he hadn't read any books before. He seemed to be at the level of elementary school education. He was born in the countryside and made a fortune in a construction field. vocabulary, and he started writing gay novels..."

When Uncle Li said this, he was speechless.

"Writing a novel?" An Rao probably guessed it.

Even if the sudden change in temperament after the car accident can be explained, it doesn't make sense to suddenly become a writer.

What's more, an old man who is nearly [-] years old writes online Tanmei novels, which is very strange no matter how you think about it.

"Also, he became left-handed."

An Rao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He vaguely remembered that when the teacher surnamed Shen was a temporary substitute for them, he wrote on the blackboard with his left hand, and some students asked the teacher curiously how to write with his left hand. However, domestic teachers don't know how to teach it, so they forcibly correct it to be right-handed in order to save trouble.

So, the fact that Mr. Shen and the boy who jumped off the building are relatives is not my imagination, but a fact?

Because his younger brother committed suicide by jumping off a building, blindfolded by hatred, he wrote himself into the novel to vent his emotions, and also gave his younger brother a bright future in the novel to comfort his heart?

"Is there anything else?" An Rao quickly asked, "Did you give yourself an English pen name?"

Uncle Li thought for a while, dipped his fingers in some coffee and wrote a string of letters on the table: "It seems to be the name."

【Revenge】

Uncle Li was surprised: "How do you know that he has an English name?"

An Rao clenched his hands: "How would I know, I knew it too late."

He put away the envelope containing the hard drive: "Then, it's getting late, and you should go back to rest early. I'll give you my contact information, and call me if you need anything."

He left his mobile phone number, bowed slightly to thank Uncle Li, opened the door, and plunged into the snow.

Now that everything is clear, An Rao finally understands why the original author must die by himself, because his appearance may change the ending of the novel. to a good death.

He believes that the source of all tragedies is An Rao.

At this time, the news of An Rao's assassination was raging day by day, and almost the top ten trending searches had reports about it.

The police released the latest investigation results, saying that the suspect who committed the murder claimed that he was not ordered by anyone, but simply hated An Rao and killed him on impulse.

This is a typical rhetoric of relying on "impulsive crimes" to reduce one's sentence.

Netizens didn’t buy into this result. The Weibo server was paralyzed because of the hundreds of thousands of posts per second. Although Weibo had worked overtime to delete posts and wash the square, it was useless. Even if the square was installed Soon the next square will appear.

[Artists have become high-risk occupations now. It's nothing more than being insulted and abused by black fans in various ways every day, and their lives are in danger. It's too scary. What's wrong with this world! 】

[Now I hope that I will let the cub back out of the circle to keep it safe (crying loudly), it is too scary, and I worry about it every day. 】

[Rao Rao is so pitiful, how could there be such a poor child, he was hacked all the way from his debut, and now he finally turns himself into a serf and sings, but some people can't see him so well. 】

【Srds, don't you think it's a coincidence that the perpetrator knew that there would be many reporters at the gate of the court, yet he dared to attack in front of so many people. Do you think that he... doesn't seem to be afraid of what will happen to him. 】

[Fuck!Think carefully. 】

[I am a relevant staff member. All I can say is that the assailant's rhetoric and attitude clearly indicate that someone will protect him. I don't believe what he said about impulsive crime. There is a high probability that he has no brains and was bought with money. 】

[Damn it, it’s impossible not to give an explanation for this matter, if this continues, who would dare to be an artist. 】

[The murder at the gate of the court is to wait for Lin Jingxi's verdict?If you are acquitted, do not do it, if you are sentenced, do it?It seems that it was Lin Jingxi and his gang that An Rao offended, and it would be hard for him to make An Rao feel better. 】

【I'm already PTSD about Lin Jingxi, please use LJX instead, I really don't want to see it anymore. 】

An Rao was flipping through the comment section in the ward, and the netizen's "srds don't think it's a coincidence" comment reminded him.

If it was a professional killer, he would definitely not do it in front of so many people, and he would do things cleanly and without leaving any evidence.But this person is obviously passionate about money. It is estimated that the client behind him is a big shot like Chu Weifeng. Of course, there is no doubt that the big shot can guarantee him out.

The reason for looking for him is probably that other killers are afraid to take this kind of job.

But if it's this kind of person, it's too clichéd.

The next day, An Rao went to the police station to meet the assailant.

It has to be said that the assailant was quite good at acting, and when he saw An Rao, he staged a scene of crying and regretting, and kept saying that he was really impulsive.

An Rao knocked on the table to signal him not to cry, it looked annoying.

"It's useless for you to cry with me. As long as you are willing to explain who is behind the scenes, maybe you will be given a lighter sentence."

"What is the mastermind behind the scenes? How can there be such a person? I was really impulsive. I apologize to you." The murderer had his hands in handcuffs and raised his hands to wipe his tears. His acting skills beat half of the entertainment industry .

An Rao raised his head and looked down at him. After a long while, he burst out laughing.

Seeing An Rao's incomprehensible smile, the man was dumbfounded: "You, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your naivety." An Rao shook his head, "You don't really think that the big client behind you will protect you, think about it, if he has this ability, will Lin Jingxi be sentenced to five and a half years? You're playing tricks on fools."

The man stopped crying all of a sudden, like a duck being strangled by the neck.

An Rao casually played with the key chain in his hand: "This is the first time you have done this kind of thing."

The man was brought into rhythm, nodded unconsciously, and shook his head immediately after reacting.

"Think about it again, why professional killers don't want to take this job."

The man shook his head, his face full of dementia.

"Because they are smarter than you." An Rao sneered, "Your only choice now is to confess and get a lighter sentence, otherwise, wait for the end of prison."

An Rao stood up: "Let's go."

"Wait! Wait a minute!" The man stood up all of a sudden, "If I tell you, will the sentence really be reduced..."

Sure enough, he is an idiot, and he believes such words.

But no matter what, the police interrogation does not allow the induction of confessions, which does not mean that the person concerned is not allowed to induce confessions, not to mention that it is for his own good to persuade him to surrender.

An Rao nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It depends on your sincerity."

"Actually, a man with disabled legs contacted me and told me that even if I was arrested, he knew many people and could bail me out without anyone noticing..."

An Rao wanted to laugh.

Sure enough, Chu Weifeng had changed under the skin. If it was himself, he would never show his face, let alone leave any evidence. Sure enough, the original author is a "scholar", and it was the first time he did such a thing, so he didn't think carefully enough.

An Rao nodded: "Tell the rest to the police."

After An Rao left the police station, he went straight back to the hospital.

As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he heard voices coming from inside.

Go in and take a look, Wang bodyguard has woken up, doctors and nurses surrounded him to help him check the wound.

"Brother Wang." An Rao called out cheerfully, and his steps were much lighter.

After three days, Bodyguard Wang finally woke up. If he didn't wake up again, he would be tortured to death by guilt.

Bodyguard Wang was lying sickly on the bed, seeing An Rao, he smiled at him with all his strength.

The doctor saw someone coming, just right.

"The patient has just woken up, now is a critical period, work hard and take care of it, I will tell you some precautions..."

Wang's bodyguard raised his eyes, looked at An Rao listening carefully to the doctor's precautions, and forced a smile with the corners of his mouth raised.

Is it worth it to exchange a bag of oranges for an injury?

Should be worth it.

He has protected many celebrities, but those people either find him annoying or obstructive, but this is his job, so what can he do.

An Rao was the only entertainer who understood his difficulties, did not speak ill of each other, and kindly sent him oranges to invite him upstairs for tea.

He can be popular, as expected, it's all due to human effort.

Bodyguard Wang took a deep breath and slowly looked out the window.

Bodyguard Wang is now injured in many organs and cannot eat for the time being. He can only rely on glucose infusion to maintain his nutritional intake.

An Rao has almost lived in the hospital for the past few days, helping him to turn over, wipe his body, and helping him with admission procedures, even if there are nurses, he will do it himself.

Chu Guannan was at the end of the filming of Busy West City Jue, and he almost leaned on the crew. After calculation, An Rao hadn't seen him for almost a week.

After a busy day, An Rao sat on the side of the hospital bed and talked with Wang's bodyguard, but he couldn't beat the drowsiness. The sound of lying on the bed became smaller and smaller until the sound of steady and rhythmic breathing came.

Bodyguard Wang shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand, grinned with pain from the wound, and pulled a quilt from the next bed to cover An Rao.

The door of the ward suddenly rang, and he looked around, and saw a tall figure committing himself to enter through the small door.

"Old Chu..."

The bodyguard Wang was halfway through speaking, and the person who came made a "silence" gesture.

As soon as Chu Guannan finished filming, he didn't go to the final wine, and rushed to the hospital without stopping.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw An Rao, a little pig who took care of others but took care of himself first and fell asleep.

He picked him up lightly, covered him with a quilt, and walked slowly to the sofa to sit down.

An Rao was startled, and whispered twice in his arms, his eyes gradually opened a little, seeing that he was about to wake up.

Chu Guannan quickly patted his belly and coaxed him: "Good baby, go to sleep, it's still early in the morning."

An Rao opened his eyes and looked at him bewilderedly, as if he was half asleep and half awake and didn't react at all.

Chu Guannan hugged him tighter, pressed his head into his arms, patted his back lightly, and rocked his body rhythmically like coaxing a baby: "Sleep, sleep."

An Rao slowly closed his eyes.

There was a steady heartbeat in my ears, clearly audible through the warm chest.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A reassuring sound.

Wang single dog bodyguard: Then I go?

Seeing that An Rao had fallen asleep, Chu Guannan asked softly, "Is it better?"

Bodyguard Wang nodded: "Thanks to Mr. An's hard work in taking care of me these days, the doctor said I'm recovering well."

There was a sudden silence in the ward, and after a long time, Chu Guannan replied softly: "Thank you, it should be said that Rao Rao is safe and sound thanks to you."

Bodyguard Wang smiled: "Hey, what's the matter, I'm strong and strong, and a few more knives won't be a problem. If it's Mr. An's weak physique, I'm afraid it will suffer a lot."

This may be the first time that Chu Guannan smiled at someone other than An Rao, the stars in his deep eyes:

"After you recover, I still need an assistant. The salary is up to you. I don't know if you are willing to reward me."

Bodyguard Wang coughed excitedly: "Yes, yes, it is my honor to work for Teacher Chu."

Chu Guannan chuckled, and looked down at the sleeping person in his arms.

Fortunately, he is fine. Now, as long as he is safe and healthy, it is already the greatest gift from God.

Suddenly, the phone in An Rao's trouser pocket vibrated twice.

Afraid of waking him up, Chu Guannan slowly took out the phone from his pocket.

The incoming call displayed on the screen was "Principal Chen".

Principal Chen?Is he the principal of the primary school he supports?

Chu Guannan looked at it for a while, then pressed the answer button, and lowered his voice to the minimum: "Hello?"

"Ah, is it Teacher An? This voice is wrong." Principal Chen's voice mixed with dialect came from the other end of the phone.

"I am his husband."

Every time I introduce myself to others, when I say "An Rao's husband", there will be a sweetness in my heart.

"Oh, excuse me, may I ask if Teacher An is here?"

"I'm sleeping, what's the matter with you?"

Principal Chen smiled embarrassedly: "Teacher An came to our branch before, which attracted the attention of the state. Now we have access to the Internet and have a computer class. The children are worried when they see that the situation with Teacher An is not good. , it just happened to be a holiday, so I clamored to see Teacher An."

"Okay, I will convey it to you when he wakes up."

"Will it bother you too much? You should be quite busy recently."

"will not."

Listening to the other party's indifferent tone, Teacher Chen swallowed.

"Then...then we will go to the train station the day after tomorrow, and we will contact you then."

"En." After speaking, Chu Guannan hung up the phone.

He looked down at An Rao's sleeping face, and after making sure that he wasn't awake, he quietly put the phone back in his pocket.

Early the next morning.

An Rao felt a pain in his body, stretched subconsciously, and finally opened his eyes to meet Chu Guannan's face.

He propped his chin with one hand, frowned slightly, and fell asleep.

when did he come.

An Rao relaxed his movements and carefully observed Chu Guannan's sleeping face.

The facial features on the white jade-like skin seemed to be finely carved, and the eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows.

Hehe, it's really handsome.

He gently leaned his head into Chu Guannan's arms, and unconsciously moved his eyes to between his legs.

What a healthy man.

"Does it look good?" With a sudden sound, An Rao froze for a moment.

Chu Guannan slowly opened his eyes, and An Rao's terrified expression of being caught doing bad things was reflected in his dark eyes.

"When did you wake up?" An Rao lowered his voice and glanced at Wang's bodyguard who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

"A little earlier than you." Chu Guannan grabbed him and pressed a hand on his chest, "It's all yours. You can not only see it with your eyes, but also use your hands."

Now that he has said so, An Rao is not polite to him, stretches out Lushan's claws, and sighs: "With this physique, it is not a problem for one to hit ten."

Chu Guannan smiled and scratched his chin with his fingers: "I don't think so."

"Think about it."

"Why don't you call me."

"I'm afraid you're busy, so why don't you call me?"

"I'm afraid you're busy."

An Rao smiled so that his eyes curved like crescent moons, and his face was pressed against his chest muscles.

"Is the filming over?"

"Well, director Ding even asked me to call you over to the green wine yesterday."

"That being said, I really want Ding to guide them."

Chu Guannan raised his eyebrows: "They? Who else is included?"

"Of course it's Qing Yuan, otherwise who do you think it is."

"Someone surnamed Jiang." Chu Guannan said bluntly.

"Vinegar, aren't you tired of being jealous every day?"

Chu Guannan took his hand and kissed him: "Tired, so why don't you take a day off with me tomorrow?"

An Rao glanced at Wang's bodyguard and hesitated.

He thought it was because he hadn't seen Chu Guannan for so long and wanted to spend a day with him, but Wang's bodyguard really couldn't do without him now, so he didn't feel at ease about hiring a nurse.

"But Bodyguard Wang..."

"%...@4#-Teacher An, take a rest, Teacher An, take a rest." Suddenly, there was a sound like a mosquito moaning from the hospital bed.

An Rao looked over and saw that Wang's bodyguard was still sleeping.

Ha, it seems that he is already awake, pretending to be asleep and talking in his sleep.

An Rao's voice became louder: "Okay, let's take a day off."

I haven't been home for a week, and when I opened the door, a certain long-haired little short-legged trembling ran over to greet its shit-shoveling officer.

An Rao picked up the little fur ball from the ground and held it high: "We Nan Nan have grown up, Papa misses you so much—"

The little fur ball grabbed An Rao's collar and tried to get inside.

Chu Guannan lifted the little color cat out, lifted it in the air, and warned solemnly: "Don't pick up other people's clothes, especially my wife."

Nan Nan's limbs drooped, her face was dazed by the back of her neck that was strangled by fate.

"Don't bully it, let it go." An Rao patted the back of Chu Guannan's hand, and took the kitten, "Why are you still jealous with the kitten?"

Chu Guannan picked him up by the waist, walked all the way to the sofa, fiddled with the kitten to the ground, pressed him on it, grabbed An Rao's clothes with one hand, and looked down at him.

An Rao hurriedly held down his clothes: "Don't look, I haven't showered in two days."

He has been busy taking care of Wang's bodyguard these days, and the environment in the hospital's bathroom is not good. There is no hot water. Every time he takes a bath, he feels like walking shirtless on the Arctic glacier, so he doesn't want to take a bath after two baths.

But Chu Guannan didn't listen to him at all, he had already lifted the hem of his clothes and poked his head in.

The hot breath of his breath rose from his stomach, making it tickle.

An Rao pressed his head, laughing out of breath: "Don't make trouble, it's too itchy."

In the next second, a feeling of heat and humidity came, and I was bitten suddenly.

His body was numb, but only a trace of reason kept reminding him:

To take a shower!

He struggled to sit up, Chu Guannan had no choice but to let him go.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Chu Guannan pressed his hand: "Wash together."

"No."

"Then I won't wash it." After saying that, he pushed himself down again.

An Rao quickly surrendered: "Wash together, I want to wash with you."

in the bathtub.

An Rao sat between Chu Guannan's legs, huddled up, hugging his knees with his hands, his body tensed.

Chu Guannan squeezed some shampoo, rubbed it gently on An Rao's hair after making bubbles.

His eyes fell on the scar on An Rao's shoulder blade.

still leave scars