Congenital deficiency

Zhao Yiyue is two years younger than Hong Zhuo. She first fell in love when she was 16 years old. She met Hong Zhuo for the first time at a charity dinner.With a cold face and a cold heart, Hong Zhuo led two bodyguards and walked past her with long legs. Even if the people passing by were older than him, they had to stop and nodded slightly at him. It can be seen.

At this time, Hongzhuo's sharpness was revealed, the most iron-blooded and fierce, like a loaded weapon that could kill people at any time, she had never seen this kind of sharp aura in any of her peers.

In a short face-to-face meeting, only five seconds away, 16-year-old Zhao Yiyue blushed from face to neck, and could no longer see those same age peers who were clubbing and racing all day long.

She began to secretly inquire about Hongzhuo's various news, appeared on any occasion where Hongzhuo might be present, and asked her parents to match her up.

At the age of 19, she finally married Hongzhuo as she wished.

At that time, Zhao Yiyue thought that this was the most perfect ending, just like the happy ending in all fairy tales.

Until she found that no matter how hard she tried, Hong Zhuo would not be as gentle, considerate and enthusiastic as she imagined.To him, she was probably just a stranger with the title of wife.

Zhao Yiyue spent three years falling in love with and marrying her sweetheart, but in less than two years, her love quickly cooled down and she was completely disappointed.

After being disappointed, she began to test Hongzhuo's bottom line, and never returned on this road, completely letting herself go.

But what did she see now?

She has been asking for something for so many years, but someone can get it at her fingertips?

The people sitting on Zhao Yiyue's left and right sides were busy talking with their neighbors. Occasionally they bumped into Zhao Yiyue accidentally while raising their arms to clink glasses.

When the three of Hong Zhuo passed by their table, and the next door neighbor moved his chair, and turned around to say hello to Hong Zhuo, the movement of pushing the chair bumped into Zhao Yiyue, as if a certain switch had been turned on, and Zhao Yiyue suddenly moved——

"You bastard!" She gritted her teeth and roared, moving surprisingly fast, the table knife in her hand was about to stab the side of Hong Lingyu's neck.

Hongzhuo turned his head to look over, blinked his eyes because of the light reflected by the knife, felt a little bit in his heart, raised his forearm to block it without hesitation, and then raised his leg to kick.

There are many small teeth on the knife for cutting steak. If it is scratched on the hand, it will definitely cut the flesh and see the bone.

Hong Lingyu almost immediately remembered the time in Taicheng, Hong Zhuo's hand that was almost useless because of rummaging through the ruins.How could his hand and arm be injured again in such a short period of time?

Zhao Yiyue was kicked backward by Hong Zhuo, and his hand was still moving forward due to inertia. Hong Zhuo couldn't block the raising of his arm because he blinked. Lingyu stretched out her hand and pushed it, and replaced it with her own arm.

"Brother!" Hong Xiaxuan was two steps behind, unable to react in time.

All in the blink of an eye.

Hongzhuo didn't show any mercy in this kick. He kicked Zhao Yiyue's lower back against the edge of the table, and the whole person continued to flip backwards and flew onto the table. people.

However, Hong Zhuo didn't even look at him, he held Hong Lingyu's arm first, his eyes turned red.

On Hong Lingyu's silver-gray suit, a small patch of blood appeared.He pushed Hongzhuo: "It's just a prick..." That's all.

But in the middle of his speech, he caught a glimpse of Hong Zhuo's face staring at his wound, and suddenly fell silent.

The old man was sitting at the other table, and he stood up immediately when he heard the movement.

Hong Zhuo looked up, even if he looked away, he still saw the blood on Hong Lingyu's arm smeared just now, and the bright red color seemed to grow in his eyes, which made his eyes hurt.

The band that was playing musical instruments on the dance floor stopped unconsciously, and the eyes of the entire banquet hall were focused on it.In the silence where a needle could be heard, Hong Zhuo asked in a cold voice:

"Master Zhao, Ling Ai hurt my mistress Hong, what should I pay for?"

Mr. Zhao's wonderful birthday banquet was disturbed, and his face turned pale. Although he was used to the wind and rain, he was a little scared by Hong Zhuo's wolf-like eyes. Before he could speak, Hong Zhuo had already turned around with his arms around him. stride away.

Hong Xiaxuan originally wanted to follow, but when he saw Hong Zhuo's eagerness to stuff someone into his chest, he thought about it and decided to stay and deal with the aftermath.

Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that his father cared more about his brother than he did.

Hong Zhuo held Hong Lingyu in his arms, almost "holding" her all the way to the hospital.

From checking the wound to changing the dressing, Hong Zhuo didn't even leave him more than ten centimeters away. As long as Hong Lingyu frowned slightly, Hong Zhuo would stare at the doctor, almost shaking his hands.

It was as serious as if he had broken half of his arm instead of a one-centimeter cut.

In fact, Hong Lingyu has already been in pain, and the pain during cleaning can be tolerated. It's not a big problem. Seeing that Hongzhuo is so nervous, he can't bear it: "It's actually okay."

Hong Zhuo stared at the wound without speaking.

The tip of the table knife is very sharp. Although the wound looks less than one centimeter wide, it is actually very deep inside.And it stands to reason that cleaning the wound is very painful for ordinary people, but Hong Lingyu seems to be fine.

Hongzhuo is not sure whether it is an act, in order not to make him worry, or whether he has a high pain tolerance threshold.

The only thing that is certain is that both situations will make him feel distressed.

Patriarch Hong didn't respond, so Hong Lingyu had no choice but to rack his brains, and took out a joke he had seen on the Internet before: "If we come a little later, my wound will heal immediately."

Hongzhuo finally responded this time.

He glanced at Hong Lingyu, who was trying to sullenly show how serious he was, and finally got out of the state where he was nervous and injured, and realized that he was "being comforted".

Hong Lingyu's emotions are not complicated, they are often straightforward and frank, and Hong Zhuo has always understood this.

He looked into Hong Lingyu's clean eyes, and his face was no longer sullen.

Hong Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

After leading the people to finish filming and confirming that there is nothing wrong with the bones, Hong Zhuo took the people home.

"How is brother's hand?" Hong Xiaxuan arrived home a little earlier than them. Hearing that Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu hadn't come back, he had been waiting in the living room.

Seeing him, Hong Lingyu also looked anxious, and cast her eyes at her arms, and repeated Hong Xiaxuan's words with the words that Hongzhuo had just used, "It's no problem. If you go later, you'll be fine."

Hong Xiaxuan blinked, a little confused, and directly exposed Hong Lingyu: "Is brother telling a joke? Such a sharp knife..."

Why doesn't the routine work anymore?

Hong Lingyu was a little flustered, and looked to Hongzhuo for help.

Hong Zhuo made up his mind not to help him, and wanted to let him know that being injured would worry the people around him, so when he received Hong Lingyu's eyes, he blinked silently, as if he didn't understand his hint.

Hong Lingyu was "isolated", knowing that this matter could not be resolved, so she could only answer her brother honestly: "Small hole, it doesn't matter, it will be healed in two or three weeks."

In view of the cold joke he just told that didn't match the facts, Hong Xiaxuan was a little suspicious, and looked at Hong Zhuo as if confirming the truth.

Hongzhuo nodded.

"Brother." Hong Xiaxuan nodded, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Then you take good care of your wounds, and don't go up in the future."

After being glanced at by Hong Zhuo, Hong Xiaxuan quickly added: "It's best not to have a future."

Hong Lingyu was left speechless by what the father and son said, and had no way to refute, so she was released only after agreeing.

What Hong Lingyu never expected was that Hong Zhuo would stay and help him when it was time for him to wash up.

"Just wrap it up, it won't get wet..."

"Do you use the bathtub or the shower?" Hong Zhuo asked him.

"take a shower."

Hongzhuo raised his eyes to look at the altitude, and shook his head: "Whether it's a shower or a bathtub, you may get wet. Take off your coat first."

As Hong Zhuo said, he opened the things he had just found without any distractions, and according to the method taught by the doctor, he had to wrap Hong Lingyu's wound with a layer of waterproof stuff first.When Hong Zhuo laid out all the things he had prepared by the bed, when he looked up, he saw Hong Lingyu's uninjured hand quietly pinching the hem of his clothes, looking a little at a loss.

He couldn't help reaching out to caress Hong Lingyu's eyes.

Touching the eyelashes with her fingertips, Hong Lingyu blinked, and the eyelashes flicked on Hong Zhuo's extended fingers, which was a kind of teasing without knowing it.

Silly and innocent.

Hong Zhuo is actually angry from the dinner party to the present.But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't ignore Hong Lingyu, and couldn't ignore his wounds.He was more afraid than angry.

"Xia Xuan is right." Hong Zhuo rubbed his fingertips along Hong Lingyu's eye tails to his ears, just rubbing gently, and there was a beautiful thin layer of red.Probably the fingertips were rough, which made him a little uncomfortable. Hong Lingyu couldn't help wrinkling her cheeks, but she didn't avoid it.

"Why don't you avoid it?" Hongzhuo asked him.He replayed the situation tonight countless times in his mind, and in the end he was absolutely sure that as long as Hong Lingyu didn't get close at that moment, the knife wouldn't be able to hurt him.

Hong Lingyu's attention was all on the hot fingers on her cheeks, and subconsciously said what was in her heart: "Your hand injury is just right."

The hand that drifted to the side of the cheek subconsciously pressed a small concave arc on Hong Lingyu's soft cheek.

"Are you worried about me?" Hong Zhuo asked suddenly, his voice was low and deceptive.

Hong Lingyu finally realized the ambiguity of the atmosphere, but she was not good at lying, so she could only admit dryly: "Yes."

The quilt around him collapsed under the support of his palms, and his eyes were on the face of the other party who was approaching suddenly, and then his breath was entwined.

"Close your eyes." Hong Zhuo covered Hong Lingyu's eyes with the palm of his hand, and his soft eyelashes swept the palm of his hand, making the body and mind agitated, and the kiss brought out a taste of greed.

Hong Zhuo's eager desire for Hong Lingyu turned into sucking, biting and licking in this kiss, and passed it on to the other party to know.

After the kiss, Hong Lingyu's breathing was a little short, her lips were moist and red, very attractive like the corners of his mouth stained with fruit juice at the banquet tonight.

Hongzhuo's eyes were dangerous, and he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his lips with a little presumptuous force.

After rubbing for a while, he was lulled away by the soft touch, and held those two lips again.

Hong Lingyu was so dazed by his kiss, behind her head was Hong Zhuo's big palm, and in front of her was his firm chest.

In the slight movement of lips and tongues, the stimulated little hedgehog quietly erected his defensive needles.

"Hmm..." He stretched out his hand to push the person, bent over and tried to shrink back, but he didn't know where he touched, and he almost jumped up.

Hong Zhuo patted him on the back, stretched out his long arms, wrapped him in a quilt, and gently put his hands on him: "Do you feel uncomfortable, baby?"

Hong Lingyu wanted to hide herself directly, pulling the quilt was like grabbing a life-saving straw, reaching out to wrap herself in it, but Hong Zhuo pinched the corner of the quilt, looking like a little hedgehog with its soft belly spread out , making people want to reach out and rub his belly even more.

Hong Zhuo's palm then slid gently, pressing on the spines of the little hedgehog.

Hong Lingyu: "!"

A pleasant low smile overflowed from Hongzhuo's chest, and a kiss fell on the side of his ear: "Don't be afraid, baby. I just want to help you, and I won't do anything else."

……

When Hong Zhuo washed his hands and came out of the bathroom, the person on the bed had already rolled himself up with the quilt.

It looks more and more like a little hedgehog.

Hong Zhuo walked over and patted lightly: "Don't get bored."

The quilt under his palm trembled, and then there was no movement.

Hong Lingyu hid under the quilt for about ten minutes, and lifted the quilt a little when she heard that there was no movement in the room. Her face was still so red, but this time she was bored.

Like a cub just out of the cave, he looked left and right, but didn't see the "natural enemy", so he got out with confidence, and was caught right after he turned around.

Hongzhuo has a casual and lazy posture, with his long legs crossed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him.

"You, you haven't left yet?"

In the end, the little hedgehog with its belly exposed was still caught by the "natural enemy", and was carefully sent to the bathroom with the back of its neck in its mouth, where it was waited on and took a clean bath.

The author has something to say: Update earlier!Super word count!I am awesome!

PS: There is a high probability that I will not be able to come back in time to update tomorrow night, so I would like to ask for a fake greeting first

PPS: This article should be finished soon, hurry up

PPPS: Chaogang was locked yesterday, I changed it a bit, sorry ORZ