The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

Tianyan's face instantly burst into anger, resisting the unbelief and continuing to attack.

Jian Qiuran continued to kill in seconds: "Skills are worse than Lu Ming, IQ is not as good as him, and he was even arrested and imprisoned earlier than him. Why is there such a big difference between you and the family?"

"We are not a family!" Tianyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he slammed the table and got up, the chair scratched on the ground and made a screeching sound.

The police officers behind him became vigilant and pressed him down again.

Tianyan still felt unwilling, and repeated angrily: "We are not a family, never have been!"

Jian Qiuran leaned on the back of the chair, as if thinking of something, suddenly said: "Oh yes, I went to ask around your house. The neighbors in the neighborhood really only know Lu Ming, and some people even say that the Lu family has only one child, who is smart and sensible. He took care of the old man, he is an honest and filial boy."

"Nobody remembers you."

"You are indeed not a family."

The young man smiled, but his words were extremely sharp, and every word was like a needle piercing the sore spot of Tianyan.

He usually doesn't talk much, but he's been in the streets of Internet cafes anyway, and he hasn't seen any kind of national curse methods. If he really wants to use them, he will be more ruthless and smoother than others. weakness.

He bent slightly and looked at each other through the glass: "You don't look alike, his eyes are deeper than yours, able to hide his character, his mouth is thinner than yours, he can talk, his face is gentler than yours, Likeable."

"That's how he should take away your father's love for you little by little, and make you fall from a proud child to a wild child that no one cares about."

Tianyan was panting, obviously about to enter middle age, but recalling the memories of his youth, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red, wishing to tear the young man's mouth.

Because he was right, he was all right!

Lu Ming is such a disgusting person, he will pretend to be pitiful, he will please others, he is petty all over, but he is praised as cute.

And him?The baby who was favored at first, the little bully who jumped up and down in the family, but later turned into "Look at him, he is much more honest than you." "What adolescence, why is Lu Ming not like you?" ''How did I give birth to your son'

Countless accusations and abuse seemed to flatten him into the dust.And Lu Ming would say in the most disgusting tone: "Brother, don't be sad, we are a family."

Family, huh, fuck the family!

The pain of adolescence can be remembered for a lifetime. Whether it is love or family affection, the injuries that have been suffered will leave scars on the apex of the heart forever even if they heal. As long as someone pokes it, the whole body will tremble in pain, like opening Pandora's magic All the disgusting memories that I once wanted to discard will also appear in my mind, and they will be staged over and over again.

And this scar was carved on him by Lu Ming himself.

Tianyan's eyes were red, he clenched his fists tightly, and his fingernails were stuck in the flesh without knowing it.

Jian Qiuran made up the last knife: "You are really pitiful, and you still don't know how many things the other party has kept from you."

"For example, you were kidnapped because he contacted your father and leaked the news. The other party originally wanted to kidnap him but kidnapped you by mistake. At that time, he was watching from the corner, even worried that his family would blame him and didn't dare to tell anyone. Kidnapper phone."

"It was he who made you kidnapped, it was he who made you lose the best rescue time, and it was he who made you resist murder and end up living on the streets like this."

"In the end, you were nothing, and he became a good boy in the eyes of others. Even when he went to prison, it was under the banner of revenge for you, and his reputation was stabilized."

"You lost badly."

The young man's voice was clear and clean, with a hint of a smile, but it turned into a devil's whisper in Tianyan's ears. He was stabbed by a knife once after hearing a sentence, and his painful eyes became redder, almost bleeding.

"Lu Ming... Lu Ming!!!"

Under the suppression of the police, Tianyan could only be helpless and furious. He waved his hands and knocked the computer to the ground with a loud noise.

Jian Qiuran felt that it was almost done, and finally left a sentence: "Your skills are also very bad." She left gracefully.

Until he crossed the threshold and left, the angry shouts behind him were still there. It can be seen that the double blow of technology and soul can at least make him unhappy for a long time.

They were unhappy, but Jian Qiuran was happy.

Now there is the last one left.

The king is currently being detained in the local police station of Cheng's family. Jian Qiuran and the man bought a plane ticket to go back. On the way, he couldn't stop coughing, and gradually there were bloodshot eyes.

Jian Qiuran frowned, she didn't expect the reaction to be so fast.

He threw the paper ball into the trash can, feeling that he was going to speed up.

The man who had been silently accompanying him suddenly became tough. When the plane landed, he was taken to a nearby hotel to rest on the grounds of 'missing the visiting time'. He also ordered a lot of light meals to say that he must eat.

Jian Qiuran was holding the white porridge, and it was tasteless.

The man also followed him to eat a light diet, and his appearance of not complaining made the young man feel uncomfortable, so he could only endure the dullness and continue to eat.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jian Qiuran suddenly coughed without warning, and covered it with a piece of paper quickly, revealing a faint redness.

He still rolled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, complaining: "I haven't coughed so often before, what's going on recently."

The man poured him a glass of water and explained: "It used to be in the early stage, even if there were any symptoms, it was the lightest. Now it has entered the fourth stage and the lung infection has not been cured. It's just that the cough is not bad."

Jian Qiuran pursed her lips unhappily, drank some water, but it didn't work, and started coughing again, almost out of breath.

The man's face gradually became serious, he patted his back to help him calm down, frowned and said: "If it's really uncomfortable, drink the potion for two days first."

Jian Qiuran thought she heard it wrong: "What to drink?"

Man: "Potion, the kind I drink."

Jian Qiuran: "Isn't that for repairing mental trauma?"

Man: "It also has a certain curative effect on the body. After all, it's not just my mental strength that's hurt."

Jian Qiuran hesitated: "You still have to drink."

Man: "I have enough, Marin is coming back soon, and there are still many on the battleship."

As he spoke, he directly stuck his hand into the wall and pulled out four or five tubes from the virtual space.

Ever since the big white tiger turned into a human, he has always taken the medicine by himself. Jian Qiuran happily returned all the medicine to him. Unexpectedly, one day the two of them would reverse their identities and become each other's medicine.

Jian Qiuran hesitated for two seconds, then took it and muttered, "Are you sure it will work if I drink it?"

The man said: "The wrong medicine may not cure the disease, but it can relieve your pain and stabilize your condition."

Jian Qiuran snorted, unplugged the plug skillfully and pinched the man's chin subconsciously, and then... looked at the man's astonished eyes, the young man suddenly came back to his senses and froze.

He swears that this is definitely a habit again! !

Pulling the plug, pinching the chin and pouring medicine is a process. For a year, Jian Qiuran repeated this coherent action every day, and got used to giving medicine to the little white tiger in this way.

But now...

Jian Qiuran stared at the man silently, and the man also stared at him silently.

So embarrassing.

After a long silence, the two of them moved almost at the same time. Jian Qiuran withdrew the hand pinching his chin, but the man suddenly grabbed the wrist that was already close to his lips holding the medicine, and dried it with his head raised.

Finally, the man let go of his hand and said calmly, "Thank you, I just didn't take the medicine."

Jian Qiuran thought that he was helping her out again, and said with a sigh of relief, "It's okay, you're welcome."

The man responded, but when the young man was relaxing, he suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, pushed the stopper away with one hand, moved to the young man's lips and said hoarsely, "Open your mouth."

Jian Qiuran: "..."

He felt a little strange, and subconsciously pursed his lips to resist.

The man was very patient, rubbed his chin with his slightly rough thumb, leaned over a little closer, and said in a gentle voice: "Hey, open your mouth."

This seems even weirder.

The young man frowned, and subconsciously wanted to break free from his hand, but the man followed him and leaned closer, directly imprisoning him on the back of the chair, and repeated in a low voice: "Hey, open your mouth."

Obviously not giving in until the medicine is finished.

Jian Qiuran glared at him displeasedly, her eyes warning.

In the end, I don't know where to poke the man's smile, but the man's lips curled into a smile.

Anger burst out of the young man's clear black eyes in an instant, staring at him wishing he could burn through him.

So cute.

The man hooked his chin and rubbed it lightly. If it wasn't for fear of scaring him, he really wanted to bow his head and kiss her, to taste how hard his mouth was.

The stalemate between the two was finally broken when Jian Qiuran started coughing again, this time coughing harder than before, and the blood clots on the paper were getting bigger and bigger.

The man frowned, and just about to give up and stop teasing him, the young man suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth as if looking at death, and said fiercely by the way: "Hurry up!"

The man was startled, held back a smile, touched the potion to his lips, and fell down slowly.

The taste of the potion was like water, it was tasteless, and the coolness penetrated into the throat, making the tip of the tongue flinch.

The young man raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, the perfect jaw line was like a hook, making people unable to move their eyes away, wishing to kiss the Adam's apple that moved along the line and finally fell on the neck...

In the end, the man couldn't tell whether he was teasing the youth or himself, so he was so angry that he didn't recover until he took a cold shower.

It was the first time for the young man to be fed medicine like this, and he started to chase people away after washing up: "Why are you back again? Go back to sleep quickly, I have nothing to do here."

The man said righteously: "I'm worried about your coughing badly, I want to rest here."

Jian Qiuran said with a cold face: "There is nothing to worry about."

The man said: "In case your throat hurts from coughing, I can still pour you a glass of water at night."

Jian Qiuran continued with a cold face: "I don't drink water at night."

The man was silent, and finally turned into a big white tiger, lying on the carpet and showing his white belly to the young man.

Jian Qiuran: "..."

He rushed over directly, rubbed the white belly that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said generously: "Then stay."

Big White Tiger: "..."

Sure enough, a white belly is better than anything else.