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

Shen Qian looked for the source of the sound and turned his head. The scorching sun in the morning came in through the transparent glass window of the ward and fell on his handsome face. The short black hair perfectly matched the side of his face, as if coated with gold powder, making him more heroic.

Those eyes with the gauze removed are like the dark night sky inhabited by stars, remote and deep.

Hua Nongyu screamed in his heart again: God, this big villain is too handsome, he has grown to my G/spot, I really want to have sex with him once!

On the face, he pretended to be surprised and asked: "Master, is the injury on your eye finally healed?"

"Um,"

Shen Qian also looked at him curiously, the boy was very fair and tender, with a pair of doggy eyes as warm as water, and cherry lips with almonds, he was a very attractive type.

He looked at the shirt in his hand, he should be wearing it very well, and simply asked: "Are these two shirts yours?"

"Uh-huh,"

Hua Nongyu knew that the shirt belonged to Jiang Yuran, but he wouldn't tell the truth, he pretended to be embarrassed and scratched his hair: "When I came over two days ago, you fell asleep, so I put it in the closet I'm here. I originally planned to accompany you in the ward, didn't you agree at the time? When I left, I forgot to take it with me. "

Shen Qian didn't doubt it, at that time Hua Nongyu really wanted to stay with him in the ward, but he felt that it was a little inappropriate to live with him in the ward with a piece of food.

So someone took him to the next door to his residence.

He only needs to come over on time every day to suck his blood once a day.

Feeling a little strange again, he smiled and asked, "Why is your shirt the same style as mine? Even the fabric is the same?"

He forgot that he only had weird skirts for food in his closet. Those shirts were Jiang Yuran's complaint for a long time that wearing skirts was weird. He wanted to be a normal man, so Shen Qian asked someone to order them for him.

Hua Nongyu didn't know all of this, and pretended to be innocent, his eyes rolled slightly, and he said shyly, "Maybe it's a fate destined by the heavens, so that Master and I even have the same dressing style."

Shen Qian was instantly amused by him: "Haha, you are so cute!"

After packing up their things, the two returned to the residence together. Hua Nongyu wanted to stay in Shen Qian's room to eliminate the evidence of Jiang Yuran's existence, but Shen Qian just sucked his blood and let him go back to rest.

Shen Qian's room is cleaned every day, the room is very clean, nothing has changed since before he went blind.

Only on the table, there is an extra branch of red rose that is burning and blooming!

The red rose was the one he gave to Jiang Yuran, but it mutated after absorbing his and Jiang Yuran's blood. It's early winter now, and the camphor tree leaves outside are mostly gone. The rose that should have withered long ago, I don't know how to eat, but I am bathed in the dazzling golden sunset, blooming like a demon flower!

Shen Qian was startled.

Some bits and pieces jumped through his mind. He seemed to use this rose to pursue a certain boy when he couldn't see it.

When he seemed to be out of sight, there was a soft and sweet boyish voice, crying Cheng Huan under him, wanting to refuse and welcome.

He seemed to have lost something very important, something very important, when he couldn't see it.

But what is it?

Why can't I remember it?

The bewitching fiery red rose stimulated his vision, and Shen Qian's heart was blocked. He lifted up his heavy steps, moved to the edge of the table step by step with difficulty, picked up the red rose, and gently sniffed it. .

He smelled the bloody smell he was familiar with, and there was also a sweet and fragrant smell of blood wrapped in a faint milkshake smell!

It's very similar to Hua Nong Yu's, but it doesn't seem to be the same.

The previous long-necked white porcelain vase had already been broken, and Jiang Yuran inserted the rose into a pop-top jar, and put the removed zipper aside and put it together with the other zipper, like a pair of rings.

Shen Qian had a splitting headache, bit his finger by accident, and let the blood drip onto the rose petals. This thing really sucked blood, and when it met blood, it was like a monster, and it sucked it up quickly, without leaking a single drop.

But the more this happened, the more flustered Shen Qian became.

He sat on the edge of the table a little decadently, with a dazed and painful expression, "What the hell did I lose?"

It's a pity that the memories of those who have met Jiang Yuran have been wiped clean. No one can remember him, and no one can tell him.

Maybe Rose remembered, but Rose couldn't answer.

……

real world.

Jiang Liancheng returned to the bedroom and woke up Yin Xueqing who was sleeping soundly.

The charming and thin shadow of the lamp spread on the woman's slightly raised face, her eyes were as seductive as the hazy moon shadow, and she fixedly looked at him, "Why, it's midnight, I have to wait until tomorrow for sex."

Jiang Liancheng didn't speak, but just stared at her with sinking face, so scared that the woman lost sleepiness, raised her hand and touched his forehead, her voice trembling slightly: "Husband, what's the matter? Could it be that you have been found out for tax evasion?" ?"

Jiang Liancheng pulled down her hand a little annoyed, "My wife, our son may be gay!"

Yin Xueqing was taken aback, and a trace of surprise flashed across her pretty face: "Really?"

"Really?"

Jiang Liancheng was furious for a moment: "You look happy, don't you?"

"I should be happy. At least our son has someone he likes. Before you forget him, even if someone touches him, he will be disgusted to death. Let alone others, even if we hug him, he will take a bath and change clothes What……"

Yin Xueqing sat up straight from the bed, grabbed Jiang Liancheng's hand, and said excitedly: "And you think, if he likes men, he won't have to work so hard to hand over the company to that man in the future, just behind the scenes." It’s good to be the person in control, isn’t this something that kills two birds with one stone?”

What she said made sense, but Jiang Liancheng couldn't find a reason to refute it.

But he still felt that something was wrong, and he slapped his head for the last time: "No, then I won't have a grandson?"

"Hey, my Chairman Jiang, now that medicine is so advanced, are you afraid that you won't be able to hold your grandson? Tell me, how do you know that your son is gay?" Stop asking.

Jiang Liancheng is one head and two big, it's over, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight, you annoying little fairy!

However, he still told the whole story. When Yin Xueqing heard that it was Wang Yiqian, she immediately became interested and her eyes lit up: "So it is Wang Yiqian! That little brother is visiting our house tonight." , if he really likes him, how about we create some opportunities for them?"

The two talked nonsense until it was slightly bright, and then fell asleep for a while. Yin Xueqing got up early in the morning and made breakfast herself.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yiqian also got up.

He was in the living room downstairs asking the housekeeper where the kitchen was, and said that he would cook breakfast for Jiang Yuran.

When Yin Xueqing heard this, she was overjoyed, ran downstairs with great interest, and dragged the man to the kitchen.

After breakfast was ready, Jiang Yuran also got up.

Downstairs, Yin Xueqing and Wang Yiqian were chatting and laughing happily, setting plates together, Jiang Liancheng was sitting on the sofa beside him, reading the newspaper, his eyes glanced at Wang Yiqian from time to time, and his face was also gratified.

Jiang Yuran remembered the man who touched his room in the middle of the night, and felt that it might be Wang Yiqian, but there was no evidence.

Not only did he not like his face, which was very similar to Shen Qian's, but he even became a little annoyed!

When Yin Xueqing raised her head inadvertently, she found that her son was standing at the top of the stairs, staring at Wang Yiqian. Jiang Liancheng's suspicion became more and more solid in her heart, and she hurriedly called him down: "Son, are you awake? Come down quickly, and have breakfast!"

Jiang Yuran went downstairs calmly, Wang Yiqian looked at him strangely.

Jiang Liancheng and Yin Xueqing also looked at them strangely, and the atmosphere at the dinner table seemed bizarre.

Seeing that no one wanted to move their chopsticks, Yin Xueqing quickly put a piece of French bread in Wang Yiqian's bowl: "Little brother, don't be too polite, eat quickly!"

"Thank you auntie!"

Wang Yiqian thanked her politely, and was about to pick up some food for Jiang Yuran, but Jiang Yuran picked up the bowl and ate by himself.

Wang Yiqian stretched out his hand in embarrassment.

Yin Xueqing quickly explained: "My son is obsessed with cleanliness, and he doesn't like others to serve him food! Eat quickly!"

"Oh."

Wang Yiqian was a little disappointed, and turned to Jiang Yuran with a smile, and said in blunt Mandarin: "Master Jiang, these are French dishes, I wonder if they suit your taste?"

"Yes, son, little brother Yiqian made these all by himself. If you like it, little brother Yiqian will make it for you every day from now on..."

Yin Xueqing's eyes were shining brightly as she spoke, but before she could finish speaking, Jiang Liancheng grabbed her arm.

Only then did Yin Xueqing realize that she was too impatient, and laughed dryly: "I mean, little brother Yiqian is our neighbor, it's very close, and he can come over often!"

Jiang Yuran nodded at her expressionlessly: "The taste is mediocre, don't we have a chef, why do you want him to cook breakfast?"

These words made Yin Xueqing and Wang Yiqian very embarrassed. Yin Xueqing seriously doubted whether Jiang Liancheng made a mistake last night. The painting in the painting book was not Wang Yiqian at all?

However, she still wanted to create opportunities for the two of them to be alone.

After breakfast, he said that the company was very busy, so he followed Jiang Liancheng to the company.

As soon as the two of them left, the servant and the housekeeper finished packing their things and agreed not to bother them.

Jiang Yuran sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone for a while. Seeing that Wang Yiqian had no intention of leaving, he folded his arms and leaned lazily on the sofa, looking at him: "Don't you have to work?"

"Uh, my studio is in France, and I'm on vacation recently." Wang Yiqian seemed unable to see that his attitude was completely different from yesterday, and deliberately moved closer to him.

Jiang Yuran exploded instantly: "What are you doing?"

Wang Yiqian was taken aback, and pretended to be innocent again: "Master Jiang, what's wrong?"

"I'm a clean freak, sit farther away!"

The young master was wearing pure white home clothes, cute bear slippers, and a delicate and pretty face with a little childishness.

Wang Yiqian looked around to make sure that no one would bother him, and he became more courageous. He got up suddenly and pretended to retreat to another sofa, "I'm sorry, Young Master Jiang, I offended you!"

But the moment he turned around, his gray-blue eyes rolled, his feet slipped on purpose, and he fell down to where Jiang Yuran was!