Chapter 57: Uncle Wheelchair (27)

Xie Mu finally woke up.
But when he woke up, he was no longer the one who planned everything, and looked coldly at the second master Xie Shi.
Cheng Chuan was taken to Xie's house.
There he met his husband.
He wears a lot, with a flaming fox fur collar around his neck. He is sitting in a wheelchair and drawing with his head down.
Cheng Chuan was kneeled in front of him by the people behind him, but even if they did not, he would kneel himself.
"Mr."
Xie Mu raised his eyes curiously and looked at him. He was startled again by the scars on his body. With some cowardice in his eyes, he shook his wheelchair and stepped back.
The excitement in Cheng Chuan's eyes condensed after seeing the man's reaction.
He was keenly aware that Xie Mu's eyes were only strange to him.
"Is he wrong?"
Xie Mu did not look at Cheng Chuan any more, but he asked the person who sent Cheng Chuan with timidity and curiosity.
"Yes, Cheng Chuan made a big mistake."
The man replied respectfully and reverently, and got the answer. The man nodded and didn't take it seriously.
Cheng Chuan, however, is going to froze.
Brother ...
Xie Nanen is back?
But wasn't he trapped in Britain? How could Xie Shi release him back.
But now, these are not the most important. Cheng Chuan stood up by the people behind him, staring at the man in the wheelchair without blinking, "Sir, don't you remember me?"
Xie Mu looked back in doubt, with a confusion in his eyes, "Do I know you?"
Cheng Chuan's magnetic voice came from behind him, "Of course I don't know."
Then, he watched Xie Mu's eyes light up in front of him, looking at him behind him, embarrassingly, "Brother!"
But the people who came were clearly thankful.
Cheng Chuan watched as Xie Shi came to the man, gently leaned down and kissed him, but the gentleman who was so resentful that Xie Shi refused to let him approach, just sat obediently, even gentle enough When kissing.
"Brother, I have a good guy today. You see, this is my painting. How about it?"
Xie Mu presented the painting in his hand to the young man as if offering a treasure, looking to his eyes full of admiration and shyness.
"It looks good, Xiao Mu's painting is so good."
Xie Shi bent down gently and hugged the whole man.
"Xiao Mu, shall I take you to rest?"
Xie Mu nodded docilely, stretched out his hands and hugged his neck, leaning quietly in the arms of the young man, "OK."
From the beginning to the end, Xie Mu's eyes were not divided into Cheng Chuan.
Cheng Chuan watched all these things, thinking that his heart had long since died, like a whip dipped in salt water, beating his heart, and almost felt that his chest was torn open.
"Sir ... Sir, I am Cheng Chuan ..."
He threw himself desperately, then was held down by the people behind him, pressed to the ground by death, watching Xie Shi and holding his husband away.
His husband, forget him.
How can this be, how can this be ...
Cheng Chuan's eyes stared at the back of the two, almost leaving tears of blood.
The authorities have done everything ... all empty ...

"That man was strange just now, as if he knew me." Xie Mu was put on the bed obediently, watching Xie Shi cover himself with a quilt, couldn't help but reached out and grabbed his corner.
"Ok?"
Xie Shi sat by the bed and kissed him, his hot breath sprayed between the two, and soon Xie Mu blushed.
"Brother ..." The man snorted for a while before opening his mouth. "Can you stay with me ..."
Xie Shi smiled in his eyes. "Why, do you want me?"
"No ..."
Xie Mu slightly shook his head a little timidly, and said softly, "My leg hurts so much, I want my brother to help me warm ..."
The smile in Xie Shi's eyes disappeared immediately.
He lifted the quilt, lay beside the man, reached out and touched Xiemu's knee, and it turned out to be cold.
Xie Mu retracted into his arms, groaning lowly, his voice filled with pain, "Brother, I hurt ..."
Xie Shi never thought before that the uncle could show his vulnerability in front of him.
He used to countless times trying to get rid of his uncle's frosty face, making him laugh and cry at himself, but when this day really came, he could only wait for his original shot .
Most of my uncle's pain is because of him.
Xie Shi hugged the fragile man with his dependence in his arms, his heart was hollow, like a huge abyss, and he swallowed him up.
"Brother, it hurts, it hurts ..."
Xie Mu moved uneasily in his arms, crying in his voice, "I hurt ..."
"No pain, no pain ..."
Xie Shi's eyes were red and he patted his back gently. "I will find a way to cure you."
"Ok……"
Xie Mu nodded his head in a grievance, whispered, "I believe in big brother."
Tame, obedient and dependent on him.
All this is what I once dreamed of thanking Shishi.
But when I did get it, I only had bitterness in my heart.
Xie Shi gently warmed the man's cold knees with the temperature of his palm, only to feel that the chill had penetrated into his body from there.
The more the uncle treats him, the more he becomes what he wants, the more he can't forget what the doctor said.
Time is running out ...
Desperate, Xie tightened the man's body into his arms.
British mental hospital
Xie Nanen rolled down from the wall expressionlessly and landed silently. A black car outside the wall came over, the door opened, and the man crossed in.
The driver immediately handed over a box, and Xie Nanen opened the box and took out the guns inside to quickly assemble it.
"What about those sent by Thanks?"
The driver responded respectfully, "Half dead, sir."
Xie Nanen's handsome and calm face showed a sneer, put the bullet clip in, and the magnetic voice said coldly:
"Let's go and meet the little cub."
After loading the bullets, the man with black leather gloves cherished a pocket watch from his arms.
Open, there is a teenager in a white shirt smiling at the camera in the sun.
Xie Nanen's eyes softened and he touched his face cherishly.
Kogi, I'm back.