Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

"Brother Ming, I seem to have caused trouble for you again. If people find out, people outside don't know how to talk about you." Lin Song said mockingly.

"The chairman of other people's family is looking for beauties or daughters, but you are looking for a boy like me, and you almost got a pornographic photo taken."

"By the way, sister Pei Yao." Pei Ming saw it, and Pei Yao should have seen it too. Lin Song's heart sank again.

This floor is the VIP ward area. There are few people outside and it is quiet. The two people in the ward communicate with each other through the air. Lin Song's eyes are wet like a wounded deer, and there is a deep inferiority complex in his eyes.

That is because of the inferiority complex that arises from the fear of being rejected by others.

His Lin Song didn't want to complain to him after another accident, but instead thought about whether he would cause trouble to others and whether he would be looked down upon.

Pei Ming's heart has never hurt so much as it does now.

It was as if a needle had been poked on it, making him breathless.

"Song Song, you don't have to do this." Pei Ming bent down to hug Lin Song into his arms, but as soon as he made a move, Lin Song subconsciously resisted, and his face turned ugly again.

Immediately, Pei Ming stepped back as if nothing had happened, and bent down to look at him. His eyes were filled with infinite love and tolerance.

"So what?" Lin Song asked.

"Pay too much attention to my thoughts, and even the thoughts of the people around me." Pei Ming said, his voice was very gentle, which made people unconsciously relax, "Song Song and we are in a peaceful relationship. There is a relationship of who goes up and who goes down."

"I hope you can tell me your grievances and let me vent your anger. I also hope that you have something to quarrel with me and fight with me. We are like an ordinary couple, quarreling and occasionally bickering instead of blindly wronged myself."

"Song Song, Pei Yao is my sister and your sister. We are a family. After your accident, everyone will only care about you. No one will dislike you. We have seen each other's most embarrassing side eight years ago. Now there is still What is unacceptable?"

After Pei Ming finished speaking, he looked straight at Lin Song. There was no accusation in his eyes, only infinite love for Lin Song.

It's been a long time since anyone said that to me.

When Zheng Wan first married Zhou Chunming, she told him not to cause trouble, not to embarrass her, or she would be disgusted by others.Later, Lin Song went to elementary school, junior high school and even university, and he was always alone, and he didn't dare to cause trouble because no one would clean up the mess.

Probably one of his most impulsive things was that he was pushed too hard by Ren Lang in the alley back then, and he had no choice but to fight with the opponent, thus angering Ren Lang.

During the internship in Sijing, Lin Song later understood why Zhang Doudou didn't like him. Zhang Doudou and Ren Lang were classmates, and they were once one of Ren Lang's suitors.

But now Pei Ming said that he didn't dislike being ashamed of himself, so that he could cry happily and complain loudly about his grievances.

The corners of Lin Song's eyes became wet, and some liquid wanted to flow out, but he held back after all.

"Okay, Brother Ming, thank you." When Lin Song spoke, he didn't dare to look down at Pei Ming. His little fingers curled up and rubbed against the sheet.

"Song Song, you know, what I want to hear is not thank you." Pei Ming took a step forward, keeping his gaze on Lin Song and not allowing him to escape.

If it was possible, Lin Song wanted to throw himself into Pei Ming's arms, and hold him tightly to complain.

But no, Lin Song only got closer to Pei Ming, and the image of himself being touched by Xu Tian began to appear in his mind. The woman's hands were greasy, and she unbuttoned him.

"Ouch." Just thinking about it, Lin Song couldn't help throwing up again.

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Although I live at home, I am still very busy every day. The capitalists are over-exploited, and the time is clearly arranged.