Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 539 23

Afraid of irritating him, Ning Wenyao still called brother: "If you feel dizzy, just sleep a little longer. Don't get up in a hurry. Brother, I'm here, sleep a little longer."

Yun Chen couldn't control his body's self-protection function and still struggled to wake up.

It was already night now, and dim street lights shone through the gaps in the curtains.

Ning Wenyao stretched out his hand and landed on the center of his forehead. He spread his fingers and gently pressed down on both sides.

When making this action, Ning Wenyao couldn't help but flash a similar scene in his mind.

In a high-tech aircraft, the boy who was standing well suddenly swayed, then turned around and looked at him with resentment and grievance.

Before he could say anything, the young man crawled into his arms, took his hand and put it on his forehead. His sweet voice was obviously spoiled: "You told me I fainted in your broken car, help me." I'll rub your head or I'll bite you."

Ning Wenyao found that he was distracted, but he still rubbed Yun Chen with his hands dutifully.

I want to recall the scene just now, but it has become extremely blurry.

The subordinate sighed in comfort, which quickly brought him back to reality.

The dizziness was relieved a lot, Yun Chen successfully woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

The confused memory made him a little confused. He shook his head, and his words were not only vague, but also incoherent: "What time is it? You didn't go to school. Did you get milk?"

Although he knew that medicine had little effect on people, Ning Wenyao's heart still clenched involuntarily when he heard these irrelevant words.

He held Yun Chen steady, and with the pounding heartbeat in his ears, he answered his questions one by one: "Brother, it's past ten o'clock. I graduated. The milk seller always adds water to the milk. Why don't you find her?" After arguing with her, she refused to admit it, and then you said you would never buy milk again."

Yun Chen was stunned for a while, and his distracted eyes became clear.

He pushed Ning Wenyao away, and his hoarse voice was full of anger: "Get out! Your fucking wings are stiff, you dare to plot against your brother."

Yun Chen stood up while scolding, making a clattering sound with the chain.

He followed the source of the sound and looked at his ankle, his eyes suddenly widened: "Ning Wenyao?"

Ning Wenyao stood there with his head slightly lowered, still looking like a quail, but his words were in Li Yunchen's minefield: "Yunchen, I like you, I think you will always be mine."

"I know you feel disgusted, you can get used to it slowly. I will untie it when you stop running away."

"Yunchen, can I call you that?"

This sentence is intentional.

He clearly wanted Li Yunchen to get angry, slap him, and say the line he had fantasized about before: Didn't you already call him that!

But Yun Chen knew that always letting him get his wish was not conducive to the development of his child's strategy value.

So, Yun Chen raised his hand in anger, but stopped the moment before it landed on his cheek.

Ning Wenyao looked up, and the disappointment hidden in his eyes was indeed the disappointment of failed expectations.

Yun Chen's voice was still trembling with anger, but he tried his best to restrain himself: "Xiao Yao, it's my fault that I sent you to a place like that."

Ning Wenyao: "I..."

Yun Chen put his hand on his shoulder and patted him, and interrupted him: "This time, I will treat it as what I owe you and make amends to you. I don't care about this, and you have forgotten it. Let's talk calmly. Think of a way."

Ning Wenyao's heart ached at these three or two sentences, and he was even really shaken.

He took a deep breath for a few moments, his eyes turned red, and his voice became much weaker: "But..."

Yun Chen suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard: "But what the hell, I'm your brother!"

Ning Wenyao was caught off guard and stepped back. His waist hit the corner of the table and he grinned in pain.

Yun Chen couldn't control his temper at all. He didn't get a positive answer from Ning Wenyao to what he just said, and he was so angry that all the blood in his body rushed toward his head.

He picked up the alarm clock and threw it at it: "Open your fucking eyes and see clearly who I am. I am your brother, your brother."

Ning Wenyao clenched his hands into fists and shouted hoarsely: "But I don't want to be your brother!"

After the words fell, the man's hands, which were groping for things and hitting people around him, suddenly stopped.

Yun Chen turned to look at him, his eyes were sad and sad that Ning Wenyao had never seen before.

Ning Wenyao only felt that his heart and lungs were poured with ice water, and icy ridges pierced his chest. He quickly shook his head: "No, no, I..."

How could I say such a thing!

sorry……

I know that you have always loved me, protected me and taken care of me sincerely.

It was me who had a wrong idea. I offended you and said such hurtful words to you.

Damn me.

But I am extremely ill and can no longer let you go.

I will treat you well, take good care of you, and find ways to make you happy...

Don't be sad, okay?

[Ding, Ning Wenyao’s strategy value +2, the current strategy value is 94]

Yun Chen almost laughed when he heard the announcement, and quickly lowered his head to cover his face.

He collapsed until he was trembling all over, tears fell, and his cries tortured Ning Wenyao's heart over and over again: "Xiao Yao... what did I do wrong, why, why did my Xiao Yao become like this..."

Ning Wenyao stepped over the messy ground and reached out to hug Yun Chen: "Stop crying."

Yun Chen's voice was muffled. Exhaustion had weakened the man's strength too much. Between sobs, a sad sound came from his throat: "Tell me, tell me, what went wrong."

Ning Wenyao gently pressed his hand on the back of his head and let Yun Chen lean against him: "Take a rest when you are tired. Eat when you wake up. I will always be with you."

Yun Chen couldn't hear what he said and repeated over and over again: "What did I do wrong?"

The voice gradually weakened, and Yun Chen fell asleep with his face on his belly. He could still move his lips unconsciously, but he could no longer say complete words, and the weight was completely lifted off Ning Wenyao.

Ning Wenyao waited until his breathing gradually stabilized, then supported his back and let him lie back on the bed.

Yun Chen, you are not wrong.

Nothing wrong.

It's just bad luck that you met a bastard like me...