Congenital deficiency

Seeing Hong Lingyu's flustered movements, Hong Zhuo's eyes sank.

He probably knew what Hong Lingyu dreamed about.

Hong Lingyu had been assassinated countless times since he was a child, but he hardly mentioned it in his diary.

And this assassination that caused him to be shot in the shoulder was one of the few recorded in Honglingyu's diary.

Even so, it is only a few lines:

"The mountain road is so narrow, my shoulder hurts."

"It's not dead."

Hongzhuo later asked about the situation that day.

That day, after taking Hong Lingyu to a certain banquet, he returned to Hong's house in two ways.

He was always cunning and decisive.

The would-be assassin gets two routes that Hong-joo had planned to leave, but even Hong-joo's driver doesn't know which way he's going to take before getting in the car.

Therefore, the assassins only have time to make the next arrangement, and they can only choose one of the two by blind guessing.

They finally chose the route Hong Lingyu took.

The mountain road is twists and turns, with cliffs on the side.The other leaving route is the usual winding mountain road.

At that time, Hong Zhuo was still young, he had never been afraid of taking risks, and he was best at breaking through and standing in a crisis.Comparing these two paths, the former is more in line with the choice that the young Hong Zhuo would make at that time.They even thought that Hong Zhuo, who was as arrogant as 20 years old, would definitely bring his heir with him.The so-called another line must be a deception.If this matter is accomplished, they will directly trample Hong Shi on the soles of their feet and turn the whole thing upside down.

It's just that they all guessed wrong in the end.

That day, although the roadblocks placed on the mountain road failed to puncture the specially treated tires, they did cause some damage to the tires. A set of steel nails were deeply embedded in the tires. When the car turned a corner on the steep mountain road, The rear of the car will always slip, and a long arc will be drawn with the front of the car as the center, giving the illusion of throwing people away.

There used to be a scar on Hong Lingyu's forehead, which was caused by the collision in the carriage at that time.

In order to protect Hong Lingyu, several bodyguards in the car were shot and died. In the end, the driver was quick-witted and stepped on the emergency brake at a corner down the mountain, letting Hong Lingyu hide under the cover of the forest on the mountain. Go drive and throw people off.

Late at night that night, after all those who intended to assassinate were dealt with, Hongzhuo's men surrounded the entire mountain. After a carpet search, they found Honglingyu who had been shot in the right shoulder and was unconscious with a high fever.

At this moment, Hong Zhuo suddenly thought——Hong Lingyu was so afraid of the dark, how did he hide himself in the dark woods and bushes amidst the siege and gunshots?

Looking at the shocked person before him, Hong Zhuo bent over, bent his left knee and gently touched the ground, stretched out his arms and slowly hugged the person through the blanket.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and it was deeper than usual: "It's okay." Like the first night when the young Hong Lingyu came to Hong's many years ago, he gently patted Hong Lingyu, who was covered with sweat. Drenched back, softly coaxed: "Baby, it's all right..."

Hong Lingyu was surrounded by this warm and firm embrace, her head was gently pressed on the shoulder by the other party, and the other party softly comforted her ears. For some reason, her nose was sore, her eyes blinked, and she endured it for a long time. Finally, there was a drop Tears escaped from his eyes when he blinked and dripped onto the side of Hong Zhuo's neck.

Hong Zhuo retracted his arm, and held him tighter.

After a while, Hong Lingyu finally came back to her senses, and found herself in Hong Zhuo's arms, subconsciously shrank into the sofa.

Hong Zhuo glanced at his empty arm, and silently took it back.

Hong Lingyu lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, recalling what Hong Zhuo called him just now.

"Good baby".

He glanced at Hong Zhuo, and saw that the other party was half kneeling in front of the sofa, the side of his face was still stained with sweat, and half of his suit was crumpled because he was in his arms just now.

This is very rare.Hong Zhuo is usually impatient with physical contact with others, he never shakes hands with people in the mall, and the servants in the house must be careful not to touch him when they pass things to him, Hong Lingyu knows all this.

But he just hugged himself and let himself rub sweat on him.

This is not the first time.

He still calls himself "good baby"?

Hong Lingyu turned her head sideways, avoiding Hongzhuo's sight, and didn't look at him half kneeling in front of her, and got up from the sofa directly, wanting to go upstairs to wash off her cold sweat.

The tension that he felt about hiding when he saw Hongzhuo in the past suddenly disappeared a little after he realized these things. The emotions in his heart were like a scale. So surfaced.

He has been in the Hong family for many years, except for the mottled memories in the deepest part of his memory, he and the person in front of him should not have a deep friendship.But the attitude of the other party is as if he is some indispensable treasure... This attitude makes Hong Lingyu feel inexplicable and weird.

Hong Lingyu walked halfway up the stairs, looked back as if feeling something, and found that Hong Zhuo on the side of the sofa was still in the original posture, with the original gentle expression, and his eyes silently followed his back.

Hong Lingyu's back stiffened suddenly, she turned her head and walked away quickly.

After washing off the sweat all over her body, Hong Lingyu couldn't bear the protest of her empty stomach, and finally bit the bullet and went downstairs.He slept a little heavy this time, and went straight to sleep for dinner. It was already two or three hours past his usual meal time.

He remembered that Hongzhuo had already prepared dinner before going out, and he could eat it as long as he warmed it up.

With that in mind, Hong Lingyu temporarily forgot about Hong Zhuo, completely ignoring the possibility that the other party was still downstairs.

So when he walked into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Hong Zhuo cooking noodles.

Hong Zhuo was still wearing the suit pants and shirt he had when he came back, and he casually put the suit jacket on the back of the sofa. Now, for the convenience of cooking noodles, he unbuttoned the cuffs of the white shirt and rolled it up to the forearm, revealing his strong muscles He also undid two buttons on the neckline, probably because the kitchen was a little hot, and there was some sweat on his forehead, which hung crystal clear on his skin, making him look extraordinarily masculine.

Hearing the movement, he looked back at Hong Lingyu and smiled: "Wait a minute, the noodles will be ready soon."

Hong Lingyu subconsciously glanced at the place he had reserved for dinner.It's empty there.

Hongzhuo caught his gaze and explained: "I made that in the morning, and it's not new anymore." I used up all my patience, "I've already poured it out, you have a bad stomach, you can't eat stale food."

Hong Lingyu subconsciously glanced in the direction of the coffee table.

Are snacks stale?Forget it...then why buy so much for yourself?

Hongzhuo didn't know what was going on in his mind, he thought he was hungry and wanted to eat snacks, so he added another sentence: "Don't eat snacks, just wait a while." After a pause, "Good boy."

Hong Lingyu sat back on the sofa silently, continuing to watch the unfinished documentary.It's just that my thoughts are a little fuzzy at the moment, and my attention is not on the TV.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Zhuo brought the prepared noodles to the dining table, glanced at the person who was "concentrating" on watching the documentary, smiled, and called him to eat.

Hong Lingyu silently walked to the table and picked up the chopsticks.

What Hong Zhuo made was the simplest vermicelli, with a poached egg in it, some green vegetable leaves, and some shredded pork. The taste was very bland.

Fortunately, Hong Lingyu is not very picky eater, she eats very slowly and politely.

"How's the taste?" Even though he knew that the other party would not answer, Hongzhuo still talked to him every day, "I think the taste is a bit bland, I don't know how your taste is, do you want to add some salt?" The oblique side of Yu is more than two arms away from Hong Lingyu, just to avoid scaring people away.

Hong Lingyu ignored him.

Hong Zhuo thought for a while, then turned around and went to the kitchen, brought the small transparent jar containing salt, and gently pushed it onto the table in front of Hong Lingyu.

This cautious attitude suddenly reminded Hong Lingyu of the scene in the documentary where the breeders fed the large beasts—carefully pushing the raw meat over a distance of several meters.

Are you that scary?

Hong Lingyu's expressionless face suddenly couldn't help but lower her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

It was only for a moment, but Hong Zhuo keenly captured it.

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Lingyu, are you laughing?

Although I don't know where it suits the other party's wishes, it doesn't prevent the head of the Hong family, who has just passed the age, like a young boy who has just begun to fall in love, hooking the corners of his mouth with the person in front of him for no reason.

My heart also felt a little relaxed.

It's been several months since he received the person in front of him, and this is the first time that the other party has shown an expression other than indifference and guard in front of him.

After such a slow movement for a while, Hongzhuo's movement of pushing the salt jar over also paused. When Hong Lingyu's eyes fell on the salt jar, he happened to see the blister on the side of his thumb and the suspected knife wound on his little finger.

The blisters are fresh, but the blood on the scar has long been coagulated, and the scar has already formed, so it should not be left just now.

Hong Lingyu's movement of picking the noodles was a beat slower, the noodles slipped from the chopsticks back into the bowl, the soup in it was boiling hot, splashed a drop on his hand, making him shrink back.

"What's wrong? Is it hot?"

Before Hong Lingyu could react, a towel wrapped in ice cubes came up in front of him and pressed it on the place where he was burned.

His gaze dropped, and his goal happened to be the blister on the opponent's thumb.

Hong Lingyu was silent for a while, pushed the towel towards the other party, and continued to eat noodles with her head buried.

What he thought was that the head of the Hong family had never cooked himself.I don't know how he cooks these days, who did he learn from?In fact, what he did... Although it was average, it was much better than ordinary novices.

At least it sang better than when he was cooking for the first time.

Hong Lingyu thought silently.

Hong Zhuo was gently pushed by him, just as he resisted being so close to him, the corners of his lips that had just been curved were evened out again, he suppressed the dryness in his heart, and sat back to his original position silently.

After taking two mouthfuls of noodles, Hong Lingyu glanced sideways from the side of the bowl, and saw that the towel wrapped with ice cubes was placed in front of Hongzhuo casually. come out.

Hong Lingyu suddenly put down her chopsticks, turned around to get a towel, took out the ice cubes inside and wrapped it up, then stuffed the towel back into the hand of Hong Zhuo who followed him closely, and then buried her head and continued eating noodles.

Hongzhuo looked down at the towel stuffed into his hand, and it was the first time in his life that the reflex arc was so long.

Lingyu saw the blisters on her hand...did she just push the towel over?

The overhead light shone on his slightly drooping hair, casting some shadows on the towel.Hong Zhuo lowered his head and stared at the towel in his hand, and the haze in his heart disappeared in an instant.