MTL - BOSS Dresses as a Cutie-Chapter 126 He has bipolar disorder 15

Qing Yun put down the piano in his hand and walked straight to the bedroom.

Before he opened the door of the bedroom, the angry man ran out. When he saw Qingyun, he stared at him like Chagang. He stubbornly asked, "Where have you been?"

Nothing was scared by the man's appearance. Qingyun untied his coat and replied: "Is it back to home, didn't you send a text message to you?"

"Where have you been!" But the man did not seem to listen to his answer at all. He only obsessed with the thoughts in his heart, stubbornly repeating this sentence.

As soon as he looked at the man's state, Qing Yun sighed. He leaned over the man's neck and asked, "What happened? Did you miss me?"

He said, he held the man's back and kissed the man's lips.

Wei Changxiu was shocked by the touch on his lips, but after returning to God, he still asked Qing Yun’s whereabouts. He seemed to ask a question that had been hidden in his soul and caused him to be bothered. Come out in general.

Looking at the stubborn man like a child, Qing Yun did not know why, a heart is full of connivance and sadness, he did not answer the man's words, just constantly kissed him, with his own lips to give a man comfort.

The family doctor of the Wei family saw that the state of Wei Changxiu had not improved. He was afraid that he would hurt Qingyun, so he took the tranquilizer.

Qingyun Yuguang, who is kissing a man, sees a bright needle, his brow wrinkles, and his long white fingers directly block the past, indicating that the doctor should not inject drugs into men.

After all, drugs have no effect on the wounds in the man's soul.

Seeing the white fingers touched the sharp needles, the Guardian repaired the pupils and shrank, and the anger burst out suddenly, but it was against the family doctor.

"Get out!"

If the family doctor did not hide quickly, Wei Changxiu almost reached his foot.

In a protective posture, Qingyun was tightly held in his arms. Wei’s attention was completely transferred to Qingyun’s finger. He kept asking: “Is there any injury? Is there any injury?”

The man carefully examined every finger of the boy in his arms and kissed the teenager's fingertips in close detail.

Despite this state, Wei Changxiu still remembers clearly how much his little feathers love music and how much he likes the violin. For a violinist, this hand is the most precious treasure in the world.

The finger to Chen Yu is not good-looking. Although it is soft, there are still some small scars on the fingertips, which causes obstacles to his usual string. Moreover, his fingers are of different lengths. The left hand of the Guardian's left hand has **** that are slightly deformed and slender.

This is the result of excessive practice in childhood.

With the lips and tongue feeling the tiny scars on the juvenile fingers, the state of Wei Chang repair slowly stabilized. In his eyes, he recovered his Qingming. The first sentence he opened was Qi Qingyun: "Don’t do such a dangerous thing in the future, what if it hurts?"

Now Wei Changxiu will no longer persuade Qingyun to leave himself because of his illness, because he knows that he will never hurt his little feathers at any time.

The two quietly together, the night has come, and the midsummer humming makes the scene inside the house more warm.

Qingyun leaned on the man's arms and bowed down to write and draw on the music book.

Wei Changxiu has been watching the juvenile's side face, and all the eyes are full of gentleness to overflow. He looked up at the time and suddenly smiled. He wanted to say something in Qingyun's ear. After he passed it, he stunned again. His eyes flashed a gloom. This silky gloom then became full of distress.

He pretended to be inadvertently, moving from the left ear of Qingyun to the right side, Wensheng reminded: "Baby, it is time for dinner."

Qingyun listened to the expectation of dinner in the man's words, looked up at him with a strange look, and wrote the last note, which was answered.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, Qing Yun knew where the expectations in the man’s words came from.

The lights in the restaurant didn't open, a big cake was placed on the table, and the bright candlelight rendered the warmest atmosphere, but the roughness could even be regarded as an ugly flower but the producer's standard was exposed. .

There are no outsiders in this room, only Qingyun, the man behind him.

A quiet and happy birthday song came from behind, and I knew that this was a self-defense long-term repair.

Rao is Qingyun, and I saw this scene when I saw it. He can turn a blind eye to the most violent scenes in the world, and the most ugly humanity, but can't resist the kind of warmth that rarely occurs in his life.

To Chen Yu is an orphan. He has no birthday. Only when he was sent to the orphanage, he did not expect the man to find it.

It is no wonder that after receiving the news that he is not coming back today, the man will not be able to control the injury in his soul. He has been waiting for him to return.

"Isn't it still blowing candles?" Wei Changshuo sang a happy birthday song, and he held the cloud in his arms. Qingyun stunned for a little while, and then followed the man to blow out the candles on the cake.

At that moment, Qing Yun felt that his behavior was simply stupid, but he could not control his behavior.

Even the last point of light is extinguished, and the indoor time is in a dark state. In the darkness, Qingyun felt that his ring finger was cold, and there seemed to be a ring that was gently placed on his finger.

Immediately after the man gave him a bite of cake, the sweet creamy taste spread immediately in his mouth.

Qingyun laughed in the darkness. He didn't expect the man to play romance with him at this moment, but this did not affect Qingyun's inner pleasure.

He leaned up and kissed the long-held lips of the defender, and tasted the taste of the cake with him. The heat and sweetness together, the atmosphere in the living room changed its taste.

"Baby, cake, can we eat again tomorrow?" Wei Changxiu sounded in the dark with a gasping voice.

Qingyun gave a chuckle, followed by a slamming door opening and closing the door, half-sounding. The door was quietly echoed in the darkness of the living room.

Wei Wei, who was feeding the mosquitoes in the yard, turned to listen to the sound inside the house, and Wei Ming, who was snoring and screaming at the side, said, "Can we go in now?"

"Go in a fart, the ghost knows if the boss has closed the door, do you want to die?" Wei Ming "smack" slammed the mosquito that had been bloody, and glanced at him, not angry.

Here, there is a "smoothness in the years", but it is far from calm to the morning.

He climbed up from the bed again in his pajamas and walked carefully into the hallway, with a small room at the other end of the corridor. At this time, the owner of the room seemed to be too hurried, and the door was still open with a small gap.

Looking at the narrow door frame to the morning, like when he returned to his home when he returned to his childhood, he also looked at Chen Yu in the crack of the door.

Extremely intelligent to Chen Yu, even if he grew up in that simple orphanage, it seems to have extraordinary talents. At a very young age, he will improvise some interesting songs, which makes the violin just morning. I am envious of this.

What did he do after that?

When he occasionally heard the simple but interesting performance of Chen Yu in the piano room, he wrote these simple notes and took the lead in playing in front of his parents.

This approach gave him a big compliment to the father to the mother. From an early age in the orphanage, the robbing of food and the robbing of adults as a compulsory course did not feel that there was anything wrong with this behavior. Until then, I went to the same school with Chen Yu, and began to cover up the convergence. stand up.

But now the morning is watching the narrow doorway, sometimes it seems to see Satan's smile, and sometimes like seeing the scepter of the goddess of victory.

In the end, he took a step toward the morning and today. He quickly ran toward the room. At the moment of pushing the door open, the cockroaches in the heart of the morning and the morning finally disappeared. His eyes were firm again.

Three or four sheets of paper were scattered under the neatly tidy desk, as the owner hurriedly packed up and accidentally fell. Even in the dark, it is easy to distinguish from the morning and the present, those are handwritten scores.

The finals of the International Music Competition are compared to the music they created themselves. There is a kind of obstinacy in the heart of the morning and the present, which is almost fierce.

Even if he can't win, he doesn't want to give Chen Yu a good end.

In the middle of the night, a small night light was lit up again in the bedroom of Wei Changxiu. There was no trace of confusion in the eyes of the man who had just awakened. He looked softly at the sleeping teenagers, and he had the most hot love in his eyes, as well as the gentle and intimate care of his elders.

The man gently plunged over and loved the pity to print a kiss on the boy's left ear. This was lightly lifted up, carefully not disturbing the teenager's sleep.

Wei Chang repaired the robe hanging from the bed, silky satin covered the red scratch on his back, but could not cover a small tooth mark on the neck.

The man smiled and stroked the tingling wound on the neck side, and walked out of the bedroom, but he was still reluctant to fold back and kissed again on Qingyun's lips, which was done.

Wei Changxiu went to the study room. Wei Ming had long waited in the study room and saw him coming in. He immediately went forward with respect and handed in a piece of information in his hand.

These materials appear to be old, and the corners and corners have been yellowed or even defective. This is the hospital's report form, with prescriptions prescribed by doctors, and notifications from family members.

Wei Changxiu sat on the sofa. This calm man, when he took over the old paper, his fingers were slightly unrecognizable.

When he saw the writing of the doctor's diagnosis on the paper and the patient's name, Wei Ming, who was present, even felt a kind of anger that could almost be turned into a real scent from the man.

Wei Ming bowed his head deeply. Since he witnessed the campus tyrants that day, he was keenly aware that the home of the Guardian had changed. How gentle and indulgent he was in front of the boy, in front of the outsiders How cold and even cruel.

Wei Changxiu’s body and spirit, which had originally belonged to the merchants, had dissipated. He acted even more ruthlessly, and the means were hot. This made people who were aware of the movements of the defenders unable to be more frightened. What nerves.

Wei Chang Xiu carefully looked at the information in his hand. If someone looked at it carefully, he would have found that the man's masseter muscles had tightened, and even the muscles of the whole body had entered an extremely angry state.

"Is there only this?" Wei Changshuo asked.

"It’s too secret to be done to the family. After this incident, I went to the husband’s adoptive father and feared that I would get the attention of the outside world. I found a family doctor, so I didn’t find the rest of my medical record, but we have found it. The doorway, after a while, can find the family doctor who came home."

When he heard Wei Ming’s words, Wei Changxiu nodded. He ordered a cigar and used his spicy tobacco to calm his nerves. As early as before, he found that the hearing of the left ear of the small feather seemed to be a problem, but he thought that the boy was a violinist and had a very high demand for hearing, so he thought that he thought more.

However, with the intimate contact of these days, the doubts in Wei Chang’s heart became more and more serious. He did not expect that the hearing of the teenager really went wrong. When Wei Chang repaired it, he fixed his gaze on his family. This investigation made him find the problem.

He didn't even think of it, and the group of pickled stuff from the family dared to do this to his baby. Wei Changxiu mixed with distressed and angry eyes once again looked at the information in his hand, many soft tissue contusions, high fever for 24 hours, perforation of the left ear tympanic membrane.

Wei Chang repaired and endured his own movements, and did not get angry on the spot to sweep the ashtray to the ground. His baby is still asleep, he does not want to wake him up because of these messy things.

"How is the thing over the casino?" Wei Changhe calmed down for a while, then calmed his anger and continued to ask Wei Ming.

"Boss is relieved, has been locked up, and has smashed most of the company, and still owes a high amount of gambling debts. It is already going to nowhere. It is probably because of this that he called him back to him today."

Wei Ming also thought of the news that the person in charge of the casino passed him. He subconsciously looked at the face of Wei Chang, fearing that the next news would make him angry. But in the end, he thought about it, but he honestly confessed: "To Lianyin constantly ask the person in charge of the casino to inquire about the price of those 'players', so he guessed..."

When I heard Wei Ming’s words, Wei Chang’s smile screamed, but there was no more anger. He had already had no hope for the people who had turned to his home. He could only get a handful of feathers that were only 12 years old. Now he is completely immersed in the gambling abyss.

When I didn’t come back to the morning and the morning, I still hold the thought of cultivating the small feathers. Now, when the adoptive child blocks the way of the parent, it is of course difficult to pull down the small feathers and use it thoroughly.

Nowadays, the small feathers are facing the name of Chen Yu, and every move is linked to the home. He played the famous name of "Flowing Water". Anyone should boast a good teaching to the family. I am afraid to sigh that there is no current Xiangyu without going home.

In the eyes of the world, to the home is a beneficiary, no matter how high the achievements of Chen Yu, he must bow his head and sincerely thank the home for the raising and teaching, otherwise it is ungrateful.

And Wei Changxiu wants to completely smash the mask of hypocrisy to the home. He wants everyone to see clearly, the orphan who is lucky in their eyes, how to live at home.

"Putting on every move to Li Yan." Wei Chang repaired the smoke, and thought again and added, "The rematch of the music conference is coming, give the Li Yan a grace time, don't let him stir up Xiao Yu's interest."

After explaining all this, Wei Changxiu returned to the bedroom after washing again.

Perceived the vibration around him, Qingyun blinked and yawned and yawned. His movements were very childlike. He obviously put down all his heart defense and let Weichang repaired his heart.

"Where have you been?" Qingyun glanced at the man who climbed into the bed and asked.

His voice also carries a strange hoarseness, accompanied by a fascinating waking, very attractive.

Wei Changxiu smashed people into his arms. He bowed his head and kissed Qingyun’s neck, tempted him to make a more beautiful voice, while he was careless: "Nothing, just can't sleep to deal with the work."

His baby is too strong, and he will never learn to rely on him a little. This makes Wei Changxiu very helpless, so in some respects, he can't help him to "punish" the boy in his arms. 2k novel reading network