Cannon fodder partner dressed as a disabled villain

Shen's mother's operation was finished soon.

The bullet hurt the bone, but the doctor said that the problem is not serious, and I can take a good rest for a period of time. There is no problem with normal activities, but if I want to do technical sports, such as playing ball, I may be a little less flexible.

Shen Shuheng listened to the doctor's instructions, his face was still watery.Since he left the surgical consultation room, he didn't even look at Yun Yan again, as if he was not the one who held his hand just now.

In the afternoon, after the effect of the anesthesia had passed, Shen's mother woke up. After hearing about the injury, Shen's mother was much calmer than Shen Shuheng. She just comforted Shen Shuheng and asked him to go back to rest earlier.

Shen Shuheng was still unwilling to leave at first, but later Shen's mother had no choice but to say: "If you stay here, will you take care of me or I will take care of you?"

Shen Shuheng was silent for a while, and finally agreed to go back.

What does "you take care of me or I take care of you" mean?

Shen Shuheng is not a child anymore, why did Shen's mother say that?

On the way back, Yun Yan's mind was full of various questions. The amount of information today was too large, and a bunch of mysteries were planted in his heart.

Those backgrounds mentioned in a few words in the original work gradually unfolded before his eyes, but they were enough to shock him, and Shen Shuheng was no longer a paper man with the label of "gloomy and violent" in his heart, but a Become a body of flesh and blood that can hurt and hurt.

The two returned home without saying a word, Shen Shuheng stopped in the middle hall on the first floor, glanced at Yun Yan: "Go and rest."

Yun Yan hesitated to speak.

He felt that it was Shen Shuheng who should take a good rest at this time. Although he was not injured, his spirit was always tense, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bowstring.

The entire villa was quiet, and all the relevant people followed behind Shen Shuheng, silent as if chilling.

Yun Yan sighed in his heart, finally nodded and walked to the second floor.

The atrium on the first floor is raised directly to the second floor. After Yun Yan went up to the second floor, he could still hear the sound from the first floor.

"Didn't people always pay attention to his whereabouts?" Shen Shuheng's voice seemed to come from hell, with a deep and cold voice: "What's going on this time, how did he return to China?"

The eyes of the person he questioned flickered, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak a word.

"talk!"

Yun Yan was shocked by his voice, leaning against the wall next to the elevator, carefully listening to the movement downstairs.

The man spoke tremblingly, probably because of guilty conscience, his voice was indistinct and unclear.

After a while, Shen Shuheng spoke again, and Yun Yan could almost imagine his frowning: "What did you say?"

The man explained a few more sentences, and Yun Yan seemed to hear something like "I thought..." "I didn't expect it to be his..." and so on. He wanted to hear more clearly, but suddenly heard a "bang" , there were exclamations all around——

"Master Shen—"

The glass hit the man's forehead and fell to the ground again, smashing it into pieces.

Holding his forehead, the man knelt down trembling with fright, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Boss, boss, please forgive me this time, I really didn't know it would happen..."

Shen Shuheng ignored his begging for mercy, mentioned a person's name, and told the other person: "Let him come and see me."

The man was still begging for mercy, Shen Shuheng ignored it, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, and smashed another glass on the ground——

"roll!"

The man rolled and crawled out.

The rest of the people were even more nervous, not daring to make a sound, for fear that the next judgment would befall them.

Yun Yan couldn't help poking his head out to take a look downstairs, feeling that something was wrong with Shen Shuheng's condition, he pressed the corner of his forehead, his face was a little tired and pale.

Yun Yan frowned, then retracted and leaned against the wall.

After a while, the sound from downstairs continued.

"Go and find out, what is his mother doing now, and who is she climbing up on?"

"And his whereabouts after returning to China, who he has contacted with, and who his friends are, all for me to find out!"

"The people who went to clear the venue yesterday will also check it out, and those who have problems will quit immediately!"

……

He has seen what is called Thunder Fury.

Yun Yan let out a long breath, didn't listen any more, and walked quietly towards his room.

It was mid-afternoon at this time, Yun Yan returned to the bedroom, felt a little sleepy after changing into his pajamas, collapsed on the bed, and decided to take a nap first.

Before falling asleep, he suddenly felt hungry, and it occurred to him that neither he nor Shen Shuheng had eaten at noon.

He was obviously very hungry in his stomach, but his body was very sleepy, and he didn't want to get up at all, so he fell asleep quickly in the end.

When I woke up again, it was dusk.

Yun Yan felt thirsty after waking up, so he took the cup out of the bedroom.

The light of dusk shone on the corridor, and the golden walls were very beautiful, but he had no intention of admiring them today.

The villa was completely quiet again, and no one knew where they had gone.

Yun Yan walked barefoot on the thin carpet, feeling a little comfortable.

He had wanted to do this a long time ago, the Shen family's carpet looked good to the touch, since there was a carpet, he should run around with bare feet, but he was not the owner after all, it would not be nice to be seen by others, so he gave up.

Today is different, everyone is probably busy, he just came out to get a glass of water.

There was a bar next to the restaurant on the second floor. Yun Yan poured himself a cup of warm water, cut half a fresh lemon, drank it with a sip, and refilled another glass.

He was walking back with the cup in his hand, but when he reached the corridor, he heard a loud "bang" on the right, which made him tremble in fright, and the water in the cup swirled out and spilled his hand.

At this time, Yun Yan didn't care about the water anymore, he hurried towards the direction of the sound, and soon heard another "cracking" sound, like the sound of something being swept to the ground.

It was Shen Shuheng's room.

He walked quickly to the door of the room, was about to knock on the door, hesitated again, and withdrew his hand.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

He was still a little worried, but after a while, he finally made up his mind and knocked on the door.

"roll!"

There was another "bang", the door in front of him trembled, Yun Yan took a step back in shock, the cup in his hand almost fell.

Yun Yan was a little at a loss, he didn't dare to knock on the door again, but he was afraid that he would hurt himself in the house, so he was anxious, so he saw the butler appearing at the end of the corridor, and ran over quickly with the key.

The housekeeper obviously had experience in dealing with this kind of situation, Yun Yan hurriedly stepped aside, watched the housekeeper open the door of Shen Shuheng's room, and rushed in.

The scene in Shen Shuheng's room finally unfolded in front of his eyes: there were two broken porcelains at the door, some books, documents and other sundries were scattered all over the floor.And Shen Shuheng was sitting on an armchair with his eyes closed, as if he was enduring deep pain, and there was blood in the open palm of his left hand.

When the butler came, he brought a medicine box with him, and when he saw this, he quickly opened the medicine box to treat the wound.

Yun Yan stood outside the door and looked at him, frowning tightly, couldn't help calling out: "Shen Shuheng?"

Shen Shuheng's fingers seemed to tremble, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and as if realizing something, he clenched his palms to hide the blood.

"How are you?" Yun Yan asked worriedly, and was about to walk into the house.

Unexpectedly, before he could even take a step, he heard Shen Shuheng's cold voice piercing over——

"Don't come in."

Yun Yan had no choice but to stop.

Seeing Shen Shuheng straightening up and staring at him with fierce eyes, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Get out." Shen Shuheng said again.

Seeing Shen Shuheng's thorny appearance, Yun Yan stood silently at the door with a cup in his hand for a moment, and finally walked away helplessly.

He thought to himself that he might have offended Shen Shuheng.

Shen Shuheng probably didn't want irrelevant people to see her current appearance.

It's better to give him some space.

Yun Yan returned to the room, put half a glass of lemonade on the bedside, sat cross-legged on the bed, in a daze.

He combined what happened today with the original book in his mind, and by the way, checked the Wang family's information online.

It was mentioned in the original book that the previous car accident was done by the Wang family, the purpose was to get rid of Wang Sulin, the reason is unknown.

Looking at it today, the person who caused the car accident should be the second son of the Wang family, Wang Sulin's half-brother Wang Zuoqi.

And the young man who appeared today is none other than Wang Zuoqi's youngest son, Wang Cheng.

Yun Yan thought of Wang Cheng's hysterical abuse today, as if he hated Shen Shuheng's mother deeply.

So... What is the relationship between Wang Zuoqi and Shen Qingya?Or are they not related at all, just a misunderstood and fabricated relationship?

Since Shen Shuheng hated Wang Zuoqi so much, and even did not hesitate to overthrow the Wang family, why did Wang Cheng stay alone?

With many thoughts circling in his mind, Yun Yan let out a breath slowly.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

That's what he said, but he couldn't restrain the thoughts jumping in his mind at all.

He lowered his head, staring at his clean soles in a trance.

……

and many more.

Yun Yan suddenly realized: Shen Shuheng didn't let him in... Could it be because he didn't wear shoes?

He blinked in a daze, and an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart.

Yun Yan was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought that today he only took one day off, and now his arm is still hurting, and his back is hit by a wheelchair. It hurts.

The scenes in the past two days are quite intense, there are quite a few chase action scenes, and he may not be able to shoot well in this state, so he simply asked for two more days off, and went back to catch up on the scenes.

He called the director to explain the situation, but he just explained that he fell and injured his arm, and he might need two days of recuperation.

Maybe it's because the progress has been going well recently, the director didn't ask much, and readily agreed.

After the phone call, it was already dark, and there was a knock on the door suddenly.

When Yun Yan opened the door, he saw a servant standing outside, telling him that dinner was ready.

Yun Yan was already hungry, so he tidied up his emotions, put on his slippers, and went to the restaurant to eat.

When he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, he looked at Shen Shuheng who was already sitting at the dining table, and was taken aback for a moment.

The dining table on the second floor was still the small one that Mr. Shen changed when he came last time. Yun Yan walked over calmly and sat down on the chair closest to him.

This location is neither too far nor too close to Shen Shuheng.

When the food came, it changed from the usual complicated ones. It was just a bowl of fragrant rice porridge and two light side dishes.

It's a rare homely thing.

Yun Yan was about to move his chopsticks, when he saw Aunt Yang coming over with a small cup, put it on the table in front of him, and whispered: "The young master said you were injured, and I specially told you to cook the pigeon soup. Cup, drink quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled at him and immediately went back to the kitchen.

Yun Yan looked at Shen Shuheng in surprise.

At this moment, he has changed his clothes and wheelchair, and his expression has returned to his usual calm and stern expression, but there is still a gloomy look in his brows that cannot be concealed.

Shen Shuheng didn't look at him, but just stretched out his hand, and pushed the small cup in front of Yun Yan to his hand again: "Drink while it's hot, and take a good rest."

...Is he showing his favor?

Yun Yan was surprised in his heart, seeing Shen Shuheng's evasive expression, couldn't help showing a little smile in his eyes.

He opened the small cup, drank two mouthfuls of delicious pigeon soup, and suddenly heard Shen Shuheng say: "Sorry."

...He actually apologized?

Yun Yan continued to drink pigeon soup, and asked him calmly: "Sorry for what?"

Shen Shuheng lowered his eyes and did not answer.

For some reason, Yun Yan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, put down the spoon, propped his face sideways, and teased him with a smile: "If you don't tell me, how do I know what to forgive you?"

Shen Shuheng looked up at him, and after confirming the smile in his eyes, she seemed to be finally relieved, and her whole body softened a lot.

"I didn't know it was you outside the door," Shen Shuheng explained—otherwise he wouldn't have thrown the porcelain over and told Yun Yan to "roll".

After a pause of two seconds, he continued: "I have a bad temper, and sometimes I can't control it. If you encounter this kind of situation in the future, just keep away from me and don't hurt you."

The unspeakable feeling in my heart came again.

Yun Yan gradually put away his smile, unconsciously stirred the spoon in the pigeon soup, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"

Shen Shuheng looked at him suspiciously.

Yun Yan didn't ask any more questions, but just set his gaze on his gauze-wrapped left hand, and asked lightly, "How's the wound?"

Shen Shuheng didn't care: "Small injury."

Yun Yan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and suddenly took the small bowl in front of him, and involuntarily divided half of the pigeon soup in the small cup for him, and pushed it in front of him: "Aunt Yang's stewed pigeon soup is quite good! Here, Come here too, let’s take care of your wounds together.”

Shen Shuheng wanted to say no, but seeing the soft smile in his eyes, before he agreed, his right hand had already taken the small bowl.

... simply can not refuse.

Under Yun Yan's gaze, he took a sip of pigeon soup.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Yun Yan seemed to have light in his eyes.

He nodded.

He did not like pigeon soup, in fact he was indifferent to stews of any kind.

And today's cup seems to be extra delicious.