Chi Guang

Chapter 20 I want yours

There was a soft sound from the bathroom inside, and Yin Xu slanted his eyebrows: "Hey, is there someone hiding? Who? That little bastard Ye Jing?" Hai clasped his arms and kicked him outward: "Get lost!"

"Interesting," the door was closed tightly, Yin Xu wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, a strange light flashed in his obscure eyes: "It's really interesting to be able to enter Mu Shihai's room."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Mu Shihai locked the door and opened the bathroom, Xu Chichuan stood under the lamp and raised his head in a daze, his angry eyes were slightly red, looking at his eyes surging into the sea, there was anger, heartache, and There was... compassion he hadn't seen.

Not pity, not sympathy.

"not like this."

The light fell on Mu Shihai's body and formed a ray of light, his fists that were still lingering in anger clenched into a hard stone, forced himself to suppress the soreness on the tip of his tongue, and continued tremblingly: "It's not what he said;"

"You're not... a bastard;" Xu Chichuan felt his eyes darken, and his anger had already burned to his chest: "That's a psycho, don't listen to him;"

"You will live a long life and grow old safely;" holding Mu Shihai Daifo Chuan'er's hand, a thin layer of mist clouded his eyes: "What he says doesn't count;"

"I mean what I say."

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and fell on Mu Shihai's arms. Every word he heard cut his heart, making him breathless.Xu Chichuan didn't know why he was so worthless, the salty liquid couldn't stop flowing, and the more he rubbed it, the more it fell off, but he continued to speak with sobs: "Uh, hiccup, you don't, you don't, you don't , no one wants;”

"I, uh, hiccup, I want, I want yours."

I want your.

There was a heavy and gloomy rainstorm in my memory, and the disgusted and resisted expressions of the men in the courtroom were blurred, but I could still remember the hands that kept waving and protesting because of excitement, and the words that had been scarred.

"Want to take away my son and take away the inheritance left by the old man? I tell you, there is no way!"

"Even if I don't want him, it's not your turn to intervene, you bitch!"

"Stop pretending to me, he's just an oil bottle that no one wants, not because of money, are you willing to want him?"

He wants mine.

The big hand covered with thin calluses rubbed the cheeks with a rough abrasive feeling, and the knuckles patiently wiped away the tears that flowed to the corner of the mandible. Xu Chichuan let out a whimper and Mu Shihai wiped it until there were no more tears to fall.The snot was mixed together and the hands were covered, and the two stood half an arm apart in the toilet, listening to the sound of sobbing and sharing the same sadness.

The tears that fell on the back of his hand were hotter than the boiling magma. If Mu Shihai had experienced it, he would understand that the scientific name for this trembling feeling is distressing.

"Don't cry," Mu Shihai wrung out a towel and wiped his face: "How much have you heard?"

"All, all heard."

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

Xu Chichuan nodded with sobs: "Yes, yes."

The glass mirror reflected Mu Shihai's heroic side face, and the warm white light cast a gentle halo on him: "Ask."

"Beat him next time," Xu Chichuan frowned, and said angrily, "I'm going to take the sack with me!"

"Okay," Mu Shihai laughed, and rubbed his angry face: "Take them all." The hasty knock on the door broke the intimate embrace of the two, and Xie Zihuang knocked on the door with Huang Jing, grabbing the two of them. Hurry up and go downstairs: "Hurry up, Muge, Sanshui and that one, Ye, Ye, Ye, what's going on? Ah, Ye Jing! They're fighting!"