[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Jiang Yuran didn't return to his room until twelve o'clock in the morning.

He didn't feel sleepy at all, but opened the drawing book and found an unfinished pencil sketch.

The sketch paper is impressively Shen Qian's portrait, but this one only depicts Shen Qian's facial outline, handsome and straight nose bridge, thin and light-colored lips, heroic eyebrows... the eyes, but Leave blank.

Jiang Yuran was wearing a pure white silk nightgown with a touch of silver luster. His small body was sunk on the big velvet bed. He slowly picked up a colored lead and moved his delicate fingertips slowly. Wang Yiqian's pair The deep blue-gray pupils fell vividly on the paper.

After the painting was finished, Jiang Yuran was a little engrossed in watching it.

The night wind was blowing, and the soft and white curtains were lifted, and the moonlight was shining outside the window, but he was not moved by the moonlight, just staring at the painting book, his clear and moist eyes gradually shone with a thin layer of water , suddenly had a sore nose, and cried inexplicably.

With trembling fingertips, he picked up the eraser and wiped those blue-gray eyes indiscriminately. His lips opened and closed, and his voice as thin as mosquitoes and ants was crushed in the night, "It wasn't him..."

"Even though they look alike, in the end, it's not him."

Later, Jiang Yuran was tired from crying, and he could only turn his grief and anger into drowsiness. He would not be sad when he fell asleep, and there was everything in his dream.

Thinking of this, he fell asleep in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, in the darkness, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth!

Jiang Yuran woke up suddenly, the reserved wall lamp in the room had been turned off, a tall man was sitting by the bed, the light was too dim, Jiang Yuran couldn't see his face clearly.

He pressed Jiang Yuran with brute force with one arm, exuding a huge aggressive aura, wearing a hood on his head, and his exposed eyes glowed coldly in the dark, staring at him intently.

Jiang Yuran was always afraid of the dark, and always reserved a warm lamp in the room when he slept, but at this moment, he was frightened and struggled wildly with his hands and feet.

"You are so beautiful!"

The man said something in a low voice, the voice came through the voice changer, it was very hoarse and weird.

After finishing speaking, he tightly covered Jiang Yuran's mouth with one hand, and fumbled down with the other hand. The scorching heat from his palm came through the thin fabric, which made Jiang Yuran's scalp numb.

The man under the mask was breathing heavily. Just touching seemed unable to fill his inner desire. His fingertips rested on the hem of Jiang Yuran's nightgown, and he was about to tear it off!

There was a slight turning sound from the golden carved door lock, which was very clear in the dark!

The man in the hood was startled, and suddenly stopped his movements. In desperation, he knocked Jiang Yuran unconscious with his elbow, and quickly turned out of the window!

A set of movements is so smooth and flowing, I think I am also a practitioner!

Jiang Liancheng pushed the door lightly and came in, and turned on the wall lamp for Jiang Yuran.

It turned out that he was so busy that he didn't come home until now. He passed by his son's room and saw that it was pitch black. He knew that his son was afraid of the dark, so he went in and turned on the wall lamp, and closed the window thoughtfully.

Jiang Yuran was knocked out and lay on the bed, looking as if he was asleep, with the quilt tilted to one side.

Jiang Liancheng didn't notice anything unusual. He knew that his son was not sleeping well, so he gently pulled up the quilt, covered him up, and then gently touched his fluffy little head.

The bottom of the eyes and the bottom of the heart are full of fatherly love.

He sat by his bed for a while, and was about to leave when he accidentally found the picture book on the bedside table!

Jiang Liancheng was slightly taken aback. He remembered that Jiang Yuran liked to draw very much when he was a child. For this reason, he specially hired a private teacher. The young Jiang Yuran seemed to be very talented in painting. Can draw beautiful works that normal people would have to modify countless times.

His handsome parents, beautiful mothers and me, who knew how to draw when he was studying, won the championship in one fell swoop at the children's art exhibition, and received many praises and praises.

The background of the picture is a bustling commercial street. A handsome father and a beautiful mother are in front of each other, and a young child is chasing after him, with a bag on his body and a homework book in one hand. To pick up the lipstick thrown back by my mother, and the tie thrown by my father.

The picture vividly tells the story of a Chinese-style education family. Under the pressure of parents, children have to stumble and keep up with the pace they want.

However, as he grew older, Jiang Yuran gradually lost interest in painting, and Jiang Liancheng never saw him paint again.

Seeing the familiar picture book at this moment, I couldn't help being curious, so I took it and opened it.

This is unbelievable, why are they all portraits of Wang Yiqian?

Jiang Liancheng remembered Wang Yiqian. Half a month ago, it was Wang Yiqian who sent the unconscious Jiang Yuran to the hospital and called him to inform him.

It's just that Wang Yiqian in the painting book is almost blindfolded.

How is this going?

Could it be that my son is actually a pervert deep down, wanting Wang Yiqian's eyes?

Or was he actually kidnapped by Wang Yiqian?

Impossible!

Jiang Liancheng has investigated his information. Wang Yiqian is the child of Lao Wang's first foreign wife. He has been abroad and runs a film and television company. Completely transparent, it is impossible to kidnap Jiang Yuran.

Will there be another possibility?

My son is actually gay and likes...men?

Thinking of this, Jiang Liancheng's heart trembled in shock, and he threw away the drawing book in a hurry like a hot potato!

……

another world.

Shen Qian ushered in the day of removing the gauze.

Zhang Yu asked his assistant Xiao Lin to bring a mirror, and the room lights were turned to the lowest level. Shen Qian sat in front of the mirror, and Zhang Yu removed the gauze round by round for him.

As the gauze was removed, the outline of the man became clear.

The jet-black short hair was slightly messy, but it added a bit of laziness and sexiness.Thick eyebrows like blades, narrow and long eyes, and thick eyelashes are gently closed, casting a shadow around the eyelids.The bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lips are perfect.The facial features, which are as handsome as sculptures, are even more beautiful like gods under the shadow of the dim lights.

Zhang Yu whispered in his ear: "Now take a deep breath, roll your eyeballs, and don't open them yet."

Shen Qian followed suit one by one, and Zhang Yu picked up the small flashlight and shined it on his eyes for a while to let him get used to the light.

"How about it, do you have a sense of light?"

"Have."

"Ok."

Zhang Yu took the flashlight away, "Now I count to three, you take a deep breath, and open your eyes when you count to three?"

"Ok."

Shen Qian was a little nervous.

"1, 2, 3!"

Shen Qian suddenly opened his eyes.

A white light flashed, and the surrounding vision became clear!

I can finally see it!

There was a handsome and coquettish man reflected in the mirror. The scars around his eyes had long since healed. Those eyes were narrow and cold, as deep as the sea of ​​stars, glowing with a distant light, as if they had a captivating charm that would draw people in deeply. go in.

"Can you see it?"

Zhang Yu stared at him intently, his eyes full of surprise.

Shen Qian blinked his eyes, but he always felt that the left eye was a little different. He took a closer look in the mirror for a while, but found nothing unusual.

From a close distance, it can be seen that his eyeballs are not pure black, but a little dark brown, and the veins inside are clearly visible, as beautiful as a pair of glowing gemstones.

He turned his beautiful pupils, and his eyes fell on Zhang Yu's face, "I see, you are still the same as before, looking very needy."

"Hahaha,"

Zhang Yu smiled happily, "You don't know, for your eyes, I have had several surgeries!"

Suddenly, he felt very strange again, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a problem with Shen Qian's cornea once, and it seemed that someone deliberately donated a cornea for him!

But who is this person?

Why can't I remember it?

"Well, thank you for your hard work. To be honest, if it wasn't for you, I might still be blind." Shen Qian stood up from the chair, stretched out his hand to him, and shook hands with him politely as a thank you.

"Uh, see what you said."

Zhang Yu was a little flattered, after all, Shen Qian said thank you to him for the first time, so he hurriedly held hands with him in a dignified manner.

Shen Qian was a head taller than Zhang Yu, and the two stood facing each other, Zhang Yu had to raise his head slightly to meet his gaze.

When he raised his head, he instantly noticed the strangeness in Shen Qian's eyes.

The left eye of a man seems to be much clearer than the right eye.

Zhang Yu clearly remembered that shortly after Shen Qian's surgery, the cornea of ​​Shen Qian suffered severe necrosis. At that time, the situation was urgent. Someone volunteered to donate the cornea because the condition of the right eye was more optimistic. At that time, he decisively removed the cornea of ​​the donor's left eye.

At that time, by luck, I left Shen Qian with a cornea in the right eye that was not obviously necrotic. I didn't expect that his healing power was really amazing. I thought he could only see with one eye, but to his surprise, he actually Both eyes can see.

But who is that donor?

Zhang Yu couldn't remember Jiang Yuran, and naturally he couldn't remember the fact that he asked him to promise not to give Shen Qian his cornea.

For a while, he slipped his tongue: "Actually, it's not all my credit. Speaking of which, the cornea of ​​your left eye was donated by someone else."

Shen Qian was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyelids and looked at him quietly: "Is there anyone else donating corneas to me? Who is it?"

"I don't remember exactly who it is. Go look through the surgery records when you have time, and you should be able to find it." Zhang Yu scratched his hair, and really couldn't remember who donated it.

Shen Qian wanted to laugh inexplicably: "How can you not remember such an important thing?"

"Don't tell me, it's really strange recently. I always feel like I've forgotten something important, but I just can't remember what it is. It seems to be related to Wu Zhide, but it doesn't seem to be. Forget it, let's not talk about it , as long as you can see it, it’s getting late, I have to go back and see Wu Zhide, he’s not in a good state recently.”

After Zhang Yu finished speaking, she bid farewell to Shen Qian and went back to see a psychiatrist.

Shen Qian also packed his things and prepared to return to his residence.

It's just that in the process of tidying up his clothes, he saw two shirts of the same style as his, which were four sizes smaller, and he was a little puzzled: Strange, whose shirts are these?

At this moment, Hua Nongyu's voice came from the door: "Master, are you ready?"