The rich and noble son is lurking by his side [Rebirth]

Bentley Mulsanne cut through the rain and fog, and moved slowly in the night, and the compartment was silent.

Assistant Zhuang and the driver were overwhelmed by the gloomy aura exuded by Mr. Zhen in the back seat, similar to a dead daughter-in-law, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Assistant Zhuang glanced at President Canglang's frozen side face, inexplicably feeling that there was a raging flame of rage hidden behind the calm.

Just now when he was holding the umbrella for Mr. Zhen, he took a quick glance at the young man's face, his face was bruised, his face was pale, his clothes had been cut in the middle, and he didn't even wear shoes on his feet.

It really didn't look like it was caused by a car accident, but more like just experienced some kind of abuse.

Assistant Zhuang was sweating on his forehead, facing the anger radiating from the back seat, doing his duty as an assistant.He handed the spare blankets, wet wipes and other items in the car to Zhen Lang one after another, without daring to say or look at them.

Zhen Lang hugged Lu Keyu with both arms, trying his best to control his strength, not daring to hug too tightly or relax, his heart ached to death.

The scalding heat came from his arms, scalding Zhen Lang's arms, he looked down at the boy's icy white face and the tiny raindrops on his eyelashes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

When inspecting the boy's injuries at close range just now, Zhen Lang had a panoramic view of the bruises on the boy's waist and abdomen and the condition of his whole body.

The button of the shirt was buttoned, but the two close-fitting clothes were cut open at the same time, and the belt was also cut off.

Is it Lu Xinbo?

Zhen Lang's knuckles were clenched, and he gritted his teeth and silently recited the man's name, his eyes were gloomy, and a violent murderous intent rose from his whole body.

The teenager's consciousness was trapped in a chaotic dream.

He dreamed that he was walking like a lost child in a dense forest haunted by ghosts.

In the shadows of the trees, a cluster of blue will-o'-the-wisps floated from time to time, and countless ghosts hid in the forest, staring at him covetously.

The moment the cold and bright moon sank into the clouds, ghosts appeared one after another, approaching him step by step.

They all wore masks, some with blue faces and fangs, and some with warm smiles. They waited for the opportunity to drive him to the edge of the cliff step by step.

The boy has no way to retreat, one heel is already in the air, and he is about to fall into the abyss.

At this time, a scarlet blue flame suddenly ignited in the woods, lighting up the dark night.

Someone came out with a torch, and the blazing fire made the ghosts disperse.

The man slowly approached the edge of the cliff, and stretched out his hand towards him. In the dazzling flames, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he hesitated and clenched that hand.

The man's palm was as warm as imagined, and a force carried him away from the cliff.

He followed the man, walking slowly through the fog in the night.

When I approached, I could smell the pleasant smell of that person, like a bonfire lit in a snow-falling forest, with the fragrance of pine, warm and reassuring.

Lu Keyu suddenly recognized this person.He remembered his, and in countless dreams, they met again and again.

In the dream, it was often snowing, and the man hugged him silently, standing in the middle of the criss-crossing railroad tracks running to the distance.

The falling snow was silent, everything was silent, and the world seemed so empty that there were only the two of them left.

He didn't want to care about where the man planned to take him, in his arms, he didn't feel cold and lonely at all.

That dream was buried by the young man close to his soul, and it was a sheltered island in his spiritual world.

Lu Keyu always felt that it was a phantom created by his subconscious mind, in order to fight against the coldness of the world and the loneliness in his heart.

The teenager's consciousness continued to linger in the dream, and the man took his hand and moved forward slowly. He already knew that this was another dream, and looked at the back of the man reluctantly, wanting to imprint it in his memory. Don't forget every time you wake up.

Feeling the young man's scorching gaze, the man turned around slowly, the firelight reflected his handsome and extraordinary outline, that face gradually became clear in the haze, and vaguely turned into the man named Zhen Lang, standing in the morning light and smiling at him appearance.

In Zhen Lang's arms, the young man's long eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze. His black pupils were wet with a high fever, and he looked at him in a daze.

Zhen Lang held his breath, restrained his stern aura, showed a soothing gentle smile, and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

The young man with a high fever was dizzy and dizzy, and couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality at all. The person holding the torch in the dream overlapped with the face in front of him. He looked at Zhen Lang blankly for a while, opened his lips softly, and asked vaguely: "is it you?"

"It's me." Zhen Lang nodded desperately. Although he didn't understand, he felt that this question should be answered in this way.

The young man was unconscious, and he was noncommittal about this answer. He only instinctively knew that he was safe in this person's arms, and no one would hurt him again.

Lu Keyu relaxed his body, and like a kitten, he rubbed against Zhen Lang's arms and found a more comfortable position. His wet hair was pressed against Zhen Lang's chest, his long eyelashes drooped, and he fell into a coma again.

The warm breath pressed against Zhen Lang's left chest through a layer of fabric. Zhen Lang opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a moment, only to feel a numb itching from the rubbed chest. Limbs and limbs spread out, and the bones of the whole body were shattered.

He tightened his embrace, took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart: It's over!He really likes him too much, what should I do? ? ?Ahhh! ! !

He prayed to the unknown god: God, can you just give me this boy?I will treat him wholeheartedly! ! !