Dressed as a wealthy dude and spoiled

Song Jingyao was sitting on the sofa, and Shen Xiuzhu squatted in front of him, holding his right foot, and gently pressing the swollen place. After the ice compress in the infirmary today, it has been relieved a lot, only a slight small lump.

But when Shen Xiuzhu's big hand pressed the red and swollen place, it still hurt, Song Jingyao couldn't help but scream, "Be gentle...it hurts, ah..."

It's not that Song Jingyao is hypocritical, he is such a charming young master who has been spoiled since he was a child, and he is cared for thoughtfully and carefully, so there is basically no chance of pain. Just physical tears.

At this time, Song Jingyao was like this, his pupils were pitch-black, and the end of his eyes were a little pitiful red, wrapped in moist moisture, looking like a pitiful little girl covered in tears.

He cried out in pain again, acted like a baby unconsciously, and told Shen Xiuzhu to be gentle.

Shen Xiuzhu... his eyes were dark and deep, and his face was even more imperceptible with helplessness.He moved his legs slowly to cover up the reaction in the middle.

"Stop barking." Shen Xiuzhu frowned, his voice was cold, with a sense of order.

After Song Jingyao heard this, he thought that he was loathing him for being useless and even couldn't bear the pain, so he curled his lips angrily, secretly complaining that Shen Xiuzhu is not a human being, and that his ability to endure pain doesn't mean that anyone can bear it, just try another person , Guaranteed they screamed harder than me.

Shen Xiuzhu often took care of him, and sometimes used tricks to deal with him, so in Song Jingyao's place, Shen Xiuzhu had a lot of prestige.Even Shen Xiuzhu made it clear that he would not allow the call, so he would not call.

Song Jing Yaoyang bowed to Yin, and began to lower his voice, humming and chirping.

A little bit of breathy sound, if there is nothing, floats gently in the air, touches the ears, makes people itchy, and itches all the way to the apex of the heart.

This was even more unbearable to Shen Xiuzhu than the yelling just now.

Shen Xiuzhu suffocated for breath, and unconsciously clenched Song Jingyao's leg with increased strength, restraining him like an iron chain.

Song Jingyao gasped suddenly, and kicked Shen Xiuzhu's foot reflexively in pain, feeling aggrieved, "If you don't bark, don't bark, you don't have to pinch me, right? It hurts like hell."

Shen Xiuzhu came back to his senses, and immediately relaxed, only gently supporting his feet.

Song Jingyao is pampered and looks exquisite. Every skin on his body is unbelievably good. Even these legs are extremely beautiful, white and slender, well-proportioned in shape, and the curvature of the instep is just right, as beautiful as a work of art.Shen Xiuzhu watched, and felt the urge to lean over and kiss him inch by inch.

Looking at the faint red on the ankle due to clenching, Shen Xiuzhu felt an indescribable excitement in his heart, and actually wanted to make a few more marks.Obviously, he always hated Song Jingyao's pain, but this time he could not wait to bully him until the corners of his eyes wept, begging for mercy.

This is a bit perverted.

Shen Xiuzhu's throat rolled slightly, trying to suppress this strange desire, even though his heart was already churning like hot and bubbling magma in a volcano.

In order not to let himself do something he regretted, he apologized in a hoarse voice, and speeded up the speed of his hands. After pressing for a while, he quickly sprayed the medicine, looked away, and stopped staring at Song Jingyao's feet.

Song Jingyao didn't know what was going on in his mind at all. After finally finishing the massage, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately retracted his jiojio, as if his feet had thoughts and sensed danger.

He suffered a lot, now it's Shen Xiuzhu's turn.

"Are you on your medication?"

Shen Xiuzhu shook his head, "No."

Song Jingyao was more anxious than himself, "Then hurry up."

Shen Xiuzhu said casually: "There's no rush, the medicine was only prescribed this afternoon."

"How can you be so casual? How long will it take for the wound to heal? Besides, you didn't touch the water when you took a shower, right?" Song Jingyao was dissatisfied, feeling that he was taking it too seriously, so he asked him to take his hand with a straight face.

Also sitting on the sofa, Song Jingyao was obviously shorter than Shen Xiuzhu, but his expressionless face was quite poised, and he gave him a fierce look.

Shen Xiuzhu is a boss, but he is really obedient, and puts his hand in his palm.

Song Jingyao inexplicably felt a little subtle.Why is it a bit... like training a dog?

No, no, how could he describe such a cool and domineering hero as a dog?unacceptable!

Song Jingyao suppressed a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and lowered his head to check Shen Xiuzhu's wound. Soon, that smile turned into guilt and heartache. It hurts.

Song Jingyao checked to make sure there was no water, so he let go of his hand.Shen Xiuzhu also picked up the medicine and was about to hand it to him.

Song Jingyao: "Hurry up and apply the medicine, I'll keep an eye on you."

Shen Xiuzhu froze for a moment, looked at him with disbelief, his eyes were full of wronged questions - "Aren't you going to help me with the medicine?"

Oh, it's not just the eyes, it's really said.

Song Jingyao's eyes widened, a little surprised, "Shall I help you?"

Shen Xiuzhu nodded, his lips were slightly pursed, and his expression looked a little cold and oppressive. If others saw it, they might be afraid, but Song Jingyao was used to seeing it, and would be very aware of other meanings in his eyes.

Is this guy's real name Shen Sajiao?

Song Jingyao complained in his heart, but he took the medicine immediately.Although he didn't ask Shen Xiuzhu to help spray the medicine just now, but he was helped anyway, so he must reciprocate.

Song Jingyao leaned over and lowered his head, leaned close to Shen Xiuzhu's palm, and carefully applied little by little, his movements were slow and light, as if he was worried that he was in pain.

Because of the careful painting, the hand was a little tense after hanging in the air for a long time, and the strength of the hand trembled accidentally, Song Jingyao raised his head suddenly, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Xiuzhu's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered, "It hurts."

Song Jingyao frowned immediately, his face was full of remorse, thinking of the pain he usually suffered from bumps and bumps, and looking at Shen Xiuzhu's wound, it would definitely hurt to death if it was on him.Song Jingyao thought of what he usually did, subconsciously lowered his head, and blew on the wound.

Although it has no effect, when I am injured, I don’t know why I do it. It seems that blowing it can relieve a little pain.

Shen Xiuzhu felt the warm and gentle breath on the palm of his hand, passing over his skin, with a slight numbness, he couldn't help but froze all over.

Song Jingyao may have forgotten, but that's how he coaxed Shen Xiuzhu when he was a child.Shen Xiuzhu remembered it all, and remembered it very clearly.

When Shen Xiuzhu was young, because of his exquisite appearance, pink and jade, white and tender skin, and a slender body, he looked like a little girl. Some children would deliberately mock and bully him, calling him a mother, a weak chicken It's useless, one finger can single out ten of him.

In fact, Shen Xiuzhu was not weak at all, but at that time the demon blood in his body was not stable, and his grandfather strictly told him to be calm in dealing with things and never get excited, as there would be serious consequences for showing the appearance of a snake demon in front of others.Therefore, he could only suppress it and not care about those brats.

Grandpa was not bad to him, and he did many things for his own good, worried that he would be hurt by being called a monster because he was different from others, but this way of dealing with it was too rigid and one-sided after all, which made Shen Xiuzhu very introverted since he was a child , I buried all my emotions and digested them slowly by myself.

His mother died young, his father ignored him, and his grandfather was serious.

No one can tell him that he can express his sadness, don't be afraid, and then give him a warm hug.

The first person who made him feel this was Song Jingyao.

When other children bullied him, Song Jingyao rushed over fiercely, stood in front of him, and shielded him with one hand behind him. He was a little bully and scolded them fiercely, "Will your conscience hurt when you bully such a cute child?" ?!"

A few brats are used to being domineering and domineering, and they are pampered lawlessly by the family, but they are no match for Song Jingyao. But far from his.

Children are naturally sensitive, and subconsciously know how to weigh the pros and cons. Seeing that Song Jingyao is worse than them, he is two degrees weaker unconsciously, and shouts: "Cute! He's a girl at all, he should wear a skirt!"

Song Jingyao touched his chin and smiled, like a little fox, "Do you think he looks like a girl because he is good-looking and not as fat as you? Since you want to wear a skirt, you should wear it first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and ordered the younger brothers to come on aggressively. He took off the pants of the brats on the opposite side, and everyone changed into pink and tender skirts.Of course the brats refused, but the kids on Song Jingyao's side were even more ferocious, they were full of fighting power, and it was terrible to force the brats who were bullying others to howl like pigs.

The bear child was forced to wear a small skirt, as if it had been transsexualized, and turned into a limp girl, not a man at all, and the whole world view collapsed, with his head raised and crying, tears and snot flowing all over, it was really sad to hear Those who cry.

Therefore, Song Jingyao's group also cried, crying more fiercely than them. People who didn't know thought it was Song Jingyao's side who was being bullied.

Sure enough, when the adults heard the noise, they all turned towards Song Jingyao, who was crying even worse. The parents of the bear child quickly apologized, scolded their children, and took them home to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Afterwards, Song Jingyao carefully taught the new little boy Lai Pi's tricks, how to step into the ranks of their bullies.

Most of the parents in Huaguo love to say a word to their children - they will cry, what's the use of crying?Does crying solve problems?

From the perspective of parents, the most important thing is for children to be obedient and sensible. Crying children are annoying, and crying too much is useless. You must be a strong and independent child, and you must not cry when something happens.

But Song Jingyao, who was reborn, just wanted to say one thing.

fart!

Why is it useless to cry?

Tears are a weapon.

Children are weak, and there will always be times when they suffer, and they endure everything they encounter. Isn't it intentional to make people suffocate into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? !Why do you want to wrong yourself so much? !

Xiao Song Jingyao patted Xiao Shen Xiuzhu's small shoulder, and taught solemnly: "Cry when you should cry, don't hold back when you are bullied, just cry, cry loudly, children who can cry have sweets. Look like just now, we cry If it is fierce, the adults will stand by our side and help us. But this trick can't be used too much, it will turn into a wolf..."

As Xiao Song Jingyao said, his chubby hands reached into his pockets and took out a few fruit candies. The packaging was exquisite and the colors were bright, very attractive.

He stretched out his hand and handed the candy to Shen Xiuzhu for him to eat.

Shen Xiuzhu looked at the little hand opened in front of him, each finger on the back of the hand had a small sunken dimple, white and soft, like cotton candy, very cute.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiao Song Jingyao peeled off one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Very sweet.

Then the next second, Song Jingyao stepped forward, opened his hands, hugged him into his arms, patted him on the back, and coaxed him in a soft voice, "Hug, don't be sad."

This embrace is very comfortable, like being enveloped by a small sun, the whole person is warm and sweet in heart.

Grandpa always told him that a man bleeds but not tears.

This was the first time someone had told him to cry as much as he wanted, and to cry as much as he wanted.

Wet tears ran across his face, as if taking away all the sadness.

The whole body is very relaxed, and the empty heart is filled up at once.

At that moment, Song Jingyao's name filled his heart, occupying everything.

Under the education of his grandfather, Shen Xiuzhu is strict, has requirements for everything, and must be the best in everything. He must not cry, act like a baby, or be ignorant.Slowly, he became like a robot and lost his popularity.

But that chubby smiling little boy broke into his world suddenly, shining into his cold gray heart like a beam of dazzling sunshine, and it was brilliant all at once.

Song Jingyao would hug him, give him candy, protect him, and whisper to his wound to make him not feel sad.

Only then did he understand.

In fact, he is not a man, he is also afraid of pain, and will want to cry.

The author has something to say: There will always be something like wearing a skirt =w=