Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Lin Heng hurriedly talked to Tang Yin, and took a taxi to the villa.

No matter how fast the car was, it was already an hour later when we arrived at the villa.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the old butler waiting at the entrance of the villa. He looked around from time to time with an anxious expression on his face.

Lin Heng had never seen the old housekeeper like this before, could it be that something really happened to Ah Li.

When the old housekeeper saw Lin Heng, he hurried forward to meet him, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"What's wrong with Ah Li?" Lin Heng asked impatiently.

"Master Lin Heng, go and see the young master first."

Lin Heng nodded, and quickly walked into the villa with long legs.

As soon as he stepped into the villa, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

There seems to be an electric current flowing rapidly in the air, making a "sizzling" sound, which makes people's scalp numb.

The servants I saw occasionally, their bodies wrapped under the black robes seemed to be trembling slightly, stiff in place, not daring to move, as if they would suffer a huge punishment if they acted rashly.

In the villa, the magnetic field was disordered, and there was a kind of low air pressure. Lin Heng felt tight in his chest, as if he was being pressed by a stone. The closer he got to the third floor, the more obvious the feeling was.

He guessed that this should be caused by Ruan Li.

What the hell happened to the little guy.

Lin Heng pushed open the door of the boy's room, and looked up, the boy was lying on the bed, motionless.

A tablet computer fell on the ground, scorched black, as if it had been electrocuted.

Lin Heng walked in and came to the bedside.

The boy was just like what he saw at the beginning, with a white coat and white trousers, his temperament was elegant, and because of his soft and cute face, he was a little cute and cute.

It's just that at this moment, the boy's exquisite face did not have the vivid and shy expression when facing him, and his eyes were no longer clear.

His face was expressionless, his eyes fell straight into the void, without focus, empty, as if he had closed himself in a world that was only him, and no one could enter.

Lin Heng's heart twitched.

This appearance is even worse than when Lin Heng first saw him.

Lin Heng approached him and asked softly, "A Li, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

The boy still didn't respond, as if he blocked everything around him.

Lin Heng frowned.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, and warmly grasped the young man's soft, white, jade-like hand.

The boy's hands were very cold, as if the temperature in his body was dropping little by little, it was no longer warm, only bone-chilling cold remained.

The boy didn't reject it, but still didn't respond.

Lin Hengning thought for a moment and made a decision.

He bullied himself and slowly approached the boy.

The young man's lips should have been thick and delicate, but now they lost their color.

Lin Heng kissed the boy's lips.

Lin Heng's thin lips were full of warmth, and the youth's full lips were slightly cool.

Between the lips, Lin Heng's temperature gradually transferred to the boy.

The young man's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his eyes gradually became focused.

Lin Heng noticed the change in him, the kiss that fell from the beginning was gentle, and gradually became domineering, violent, aggressive, and even tinged with punishment.

The boy finally regained his senses.

He let Lin Heng kiss in a daze, at a loss.

The apricot eyes were quickly stained with a layer of crystal mist, and the corners of the eyes couldn't control the natural tears, and the redness in the corners of the eyes faded away, adding a bit of beauty to the boy's immature and soft face.

The boy's hands subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet.

I don't know how long it lasted before Lin Heng let go of the boy.

The young man looked at Lin Heng aggrievedly, like a young animal being bullied by bad guys, it was extremely pitiful, but it was extremely pitiful.

His cheeks were flushed, and his lips, which were originally bloodless, were thickened a little, and they were charming and charming.

Seeing that the boy had returned to his usual appearance, Lin Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

He could clearly feel that the disordered magnetic field in the room had also calmed down.

The young man secretly pulled up the quilt with both hands, probably because he was extremely shy, and pulled the quilt up to cover his face, only revealing a pair of red, wet eyes. His appearance was extremely innocent.

He stared greedily at Lin Heng, and stretched out a white hand from under the quilt to intertwine with Lin Heng's fingers.

At that moment, he seemed to be sure of something, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Heng looked at him like this, very funny and angry.

"Why, now you know you're shy." Lin Heng wanted to take off his quilt, but the young man held it tightly, as if the quilt was his fig leaf, his pitiful eyes, like a little milk dog, begging Lin Heng don't take the quilt away.

When Lin Heng saw him like this, his heart instantly softened like cotton candy.

No longer obsessed with pulling his quilt, Lin Heng sat on the edge of the bed, let the young man hold his hand, and looked down at him: "Now can you tell me what happened to you just now?"

There was a flash of panic in the young man's eyes, and he lowered his eyes very quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly glanced at the scorched tablet computer that rolled to the ground, and then looked away, staring blankly at the quilt in front of him.

Lin Heng had a panoramic view of his little movements.

Could the problem be on this tablet?

Lin Heng raised his eyebrows, bent down, and picked up the tablet. As expected, the young man followed his movements, and his hand tightened.

That appearance is very guilty.

It's really a tablet problem.

"Are you sure you don't want to say anything? If you don't, then I'm leaving. You have a good rest." Lin Heng stood up, pretending to leave.

The boy's hand suddenly tightened a little bit.

Eyes filled with water mist blinked, as if tears would overflow in the next second, his appearance was pitiful and aggrieved.

"Don't, let's go." The soft and soft voice of milk came from under the quilt.

Lin Heng looked at him for a while, then sat down, his voice slowed down, and gently coaxed him: "Then tell me, what happened?"

As he spoke, he gently pulled down the quilt that almost covered the boy's body.

This time, the boy did not resist.

The face under the quilt, because of the difficulty of breathing, was flushed with an alluring red.

He bit his lower lip with his white teeth, blinked his slender eye feathers curled up like butterfly wings, and hesitated to speak.

Lin Heng sighed slightly, and opened his hands to the boy.

The young man froze for a moment, then sat up slowly, looking dazed, and threw himself into Lin Heng's arms.

In the familiar warm embrace, the young man just leaned in and couldn't help rubbing Lin Heng's chest from his cheek.

Lin Heng wrapped him in his arms, letting the boy depend on him.

"Go ahead."

The boy lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the scorched black tablet computer, which was obviously broken, and said weakly: "You are dead."

Lin Heng: "?"

Lin Heng racked his brains, unable to piece together the complete meaning from the boy's simple three words.

"Ah Li, can you speak more clearly?"

The young man lifted his lips, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. He didn't know how to express it. He was anxious, his eyes were stained with anxiety, and he looked at Lin Heng for help.

At this time, the old butler knocked on the door, holding a tray with food in his hand.

"Master Lin Heng, this is dinner for the young master and you."

The old butler seemed to have something to say.

Lin Heng got up, but was held back by Ruan Li, unwilling for him to leave.

Lin Heng patted the back of his hand and said softly, "A Li, but I'm hungry."

Ruan Li compromised and looked at Lin Heng's back with longing eyes.

Lin Heng took the tray from the old butler.

"Grandpa Butler, what happened to Ah Li? How could he say I'm dead?" Lin Heng asked in a low voice.

When the words fell, the old housekeeper showed a slightly weird expression.

"Well, Master Lin Heng, the thing is like this..."

Hearing the old housekeeper explain the reason, Lin Heng couldn't laugh or cry.

This little guy is really...

Thinking about someone who hadn't eaten all day, Lin Heng didn't chat and went back to his room.

Putting the food on the table, Lin Heng silently walked towards the bed.

The young man seemed to know that Lin Heng already knew the reason, and he was a little at a loss, subconsciously grasping the bed sheet, looking listless.

The young man quickly took a sneak peek at Lin Heng, and buried the latter with a straight face and lowered his head.