Chapter 120 You don’t have to do anything, there are always people who love you
The warm water rolled over their eyebrows.
Shen Jixing's voice was calm and cold.
"Because you look pitiful, and I want to be with you."
Zhou Yili looked at him in the moist mist.
Because he felt that the little lion was a little pitiful, he went to the little lion's house to comfort him.
It's not that I'm aloof, I just don't know how to get along with people.
"Who is the one who is pitiful?"
Zhou Yili smiled and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Little star."
Like tears.
Except for that moment, Zhou Yili couldn't bear to see him cry.
Shen Jixing should always be high and mighty, looking at everyone as if they were a dog.
Shen Jixing did not stop his actions, as if he could sense his emotions, "I am just stating it calmly, don't make up your mind."
Every time he revealed his true feelings, Zhou Yili looked distressed and about to cry.
It looks like it's not worth the money.
Shen Jixing smiled faintly and thought she was indeed quite cute.
“I don’t know many things, but I learn quickly.”
There are not many people who can make Shen Jixing say this.
"You can teach me."
This sounds a bit funny.
A natural born academic with a superb IQ is seeking a solution from a little lion who is generally recognized as a fool.
Zhou Yili certainly didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from making trouble.
She hugged her thin waist and slightly arched it into his arms, letting him step on her feet to make up for the height difference. She leaned over to bite the wet white jade button on his neck.
"What can I teach you?"
Shen Jixing tilted his head slightly, the water flowed down his fair neck, and he uttered a sentence with his Adam's apple sliding smoothly.
"Teach me how to love you."
Shen Jixing felt that he was very bad at this aspect.
Obviously Zhou Yili likes him very much and has always liked him.
But it took him a long time to be sure of this, and he was not sensitive to the enthusiasm given to him by others.
The little lion is always hurt.
Zhou Yili's back was stiff for a long time, and he let the water droplets roll over his long, cold black eyelashes.
He suddenly pushed the man against the wall fiercely and asked, "Do you want me to die?"
Shen Jixing: “?”
His long eyelashes were wet and flickered. "What?"
"Don't you think seducing me every day is enough?"
Zhou Yili placed his palm on his thin back, blocking all the cold temperature. He impatiently tilted his head and bit open his shirt, "Do you want me to die on you?"
"Silent Star."
The lion's fangs pierced his collarbone.
Shen Jixing felt pain for only a second before the tip of his teeth retracted and turned into gentle caressing.
Zhou Yili's hoarse voice was exceptionally clear in the mist.
"No need to learn, no need to change, you don't have to do anything."
"There are many people who love you."
So what if he doesn't know how? People like Shen Jixing don't need to know how.
“But none of them are as loved as me.”
Shen Jixing listened to his voice, and was rarely confused, "You don't..."
"You cannot be pitied, nor be wronged."
Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and kissed his eyes. He felt that this person who was regarded as a top figure was often like a clean sheet of paper.
Where does he get the poor little filter for himself?
"Can't you feel it?"
Zhou Yili curled his lips slightly and laughed mischievously in a lazy tone, "I feel so good."
“………”
Shen Jixing finally cursed him with gritted teeth, "Pervert."
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At the same time, a black car stopped downstairs.
The bodyguards rolled down the windows and looked at the apartment building through binoculars.
"It's right here!"
"It will be easy once we find the young master's lair. As long as he dares to come downstairs, we will kill him the second he shows up."
The bodyguards squatted downstairs with peace of mind.
I thought, if I’ve found Lian’s home, how could I not catch the young master?
It's easy for doctor to say, but it's not as simple as wearing women's clothes. If the subordinates can't carry out the orders given by their superiors, then they are useless.
Boyu might ask them to dress in women's clothes and beg for food under the overpass.
"Don't panic, it's only three days. Are you afraid that we won't be able to catch the young master?"
"Yes, definitely."
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Two thousand years later
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The bodyguards passed the bomb cell phone from hand to hand like a hot potato, and finally, when the phone rang, they were completely disheartened.
"Sir."
"Where are the people?"
Bo Yu's voice sounded relatively calm.
Only the doctor knew how moody he had been these past few days. The only two people who could calm him were not around, and Bo Yu's mental state was strained to the point of breaking.
"We have been waiting downstairs of the young master's building, waiting for him to come out and then we can succeed, but..."
"But the young master hasn't come down for the past three days."
As for why he didn't come down, the answer is self-evident.
The bodyguards didn't dare to say anything, but Bo Yu dared to ask.
"What happened to him?"
Shen Jixing had been weak and sickly since childhood, and Bo Yu just thought he was sick and resting.
Until the bodyguard's voice came carefully, "Being, being trapped by Zhou Yili."
The doctor felt a chill in his heart.
Finished.
Bo Yu's face suddenly turned gloomy. "What did you say?"
The doctor replied at the right time, "If you don't know the truth, don't make up stories. The young master is the person the master values and loves the most. Do you know what the price will be if you spread rumors at will?"
Can you understand my hint?
Love, value, and spread rumors.
The bodyguards immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and were almost kneeling down with their knees weak. "Sir, we are really not talking nonsense, sir..."
"The young master really didn't come down for three days. Only Zhou Yili came down once, humming a song while buying a bunch of colorful little boxes. We really didn't lie...!!!"
The doctor held his forehead with his eyes darkened.
I think their deaths were not unjust.
Now things get even more complicated...
"Hang up." Bo Yu said in an almost calm voice.
The doctor didn't expect him to react so calmly. "Okay, then they..."
"No need to come back."
The doctor felt a chill in his heart.
What psychologists fear most is not the patient's hysteria, but his gradually calming down.
For some reason, he could see the helplessness and confusion after all the struggles in this supreme ruler.
Putting everything aside, he is just a hopeless patient.
"Sir, you..."
Bo Yu looked at the maple leaves blowing in the wind outside the window and said, "You don't have to come here anymore. I plan to leave here."
The doctor was almost subconsciously delighted when he heard this.
Not only because he finally came out of the sea of suffering, but also because I was happy for Boyu.
When he is willing to live in a different environment, that is his new life.
"Have you finally figured it out?"
"Um."
"Then Master..."
Bo Yu drove the wheelchair out of the room, "I'll take him with me."
Doctor:"……"
What the hell are you talking about? Are you dead?
He looked in the direction where Boyu left, which led to the attic.
As if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly chased after him and tried to stop Bo Yu, "Sir, why don't you wait and see? I'll ask them to come back and dress you in women's clothes first..."
Bo Yu just looked at him coldly and said, "Get lost."
The doctor was just acting out of his medical ethics instinct.
He knew that Bo Yu was mentally ill now and didn't want him to suffer any more stimulation.
But he couldn't stop Park Yu.
The door of the attic slowly opened, and the fragmented light of the afternoon shone on the young man. He was sleeping quietly on a pile of old clothes, looking pale and thin, pitiful.
Three small cakes were placed in front of him.
Not moving at all.
Bo Yu coldly glanced over the three small cakes. The cream had already melted, and the whole attic was filled with a greasy sweet smell.
He asked calmly, "Why don't you eat the cake?"