Married the Scum Gong’s Villain Brother

At first glance, Shen Yizhin's indifferent eyes, Jing Xun's heart? It's just a ling.

He tried to call: "Sir?"

Standing behind the door, Shen Yijin, who almost hid his figure in the dark, nodded: "Yeah."

"…are you fine?"

"Are you okay?" Shen Yijin chewed these words repeatedly. If it were the past, he would probably only answer "good" or "bad", but this time, he just turned his head. The eyes staring at Jing Xun became deeper and deeper, but he didn't speak.

This is totally uncharacteristic.

After a long time.

He? Suddenly asked: "What's the matter with Xiaoxun? What's the matter?"

The tone is still normal.

The voice is also deep, full of texture as before.

However, there are not many people in contact with Rao. In fact, Jing Xun, who is not very human, also knows that Big Brother is obviously abnormal at this time!

Jing Xun hadn't forgotten the terms he had negotiated with Shen Yijin.

Nor did he forget his role.

—He? For the villain, isn't it just to calm the mood.

It’s just that Mr. He? The changes are so sudden... Before? He? We have never had relevant drills before. Now it is calm, how can we calm down?

How do I get it?

Jing Xun licked his lips.

What he doesn't understand, he usually asks directly.

So he looked back at Shen Yijin: "What? Can I help you, Xian?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yijin on the other side paused.

Another sound of thunder flashed by, and Jing Xun clearly frowned when he saw him.

…For someone who is so accustomed to expressions like Shen Yijin, once frowning like this, it's too obvious.

He? No doubt he is in a bad situation and in a bad mood.

His eyes were also in an abnormally red state, which was even more terrifying than ordinary people who stayed up all night.

What's more terrifying is that even the flushing eyeballs couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes.

Especially when he stared at people stubbornly, he would have a feeling of being frozen for life, and his neck was strangled in an instant.

Jing Xun's back became a little stiff.

But his body still stood upright.

The clear eyes did not dodge, and looked back gently and patiently.

His idea is quite simple.

Shen Yijin has helped him so much as his fiancé, and he can't persuade him when he can make a difference.

Let’s talk about the last time I became ill. I was facing a stranger, Shen Yijin didn’t take him? I swallowed him alive...cough cough, although it was another kind of peeling...

Wait, shouldn't it? What's the way to calm down?

…

Although it feels a bit nonsense.

The setting is too bloody.

But it seems, in theory...

People who are in a bad mood will indeed...become a lot better when they vent it?

Just after some reasoning, Jing Xun can basically be sure that he is right... even if it is wrong, it doesn't matter, at least you can give it a try first.

Shen Yijin spoke up.

He answered his question: "No."

Jing Xun: "?"

"Nothing? If it's something," Shen Yizhin raised his hand and pressed him? His temple: "Don't bother me."

After speaking, the room is about to be closed.

Jing Xun: "..."

To be honest, maybe it's your husband? He's been too polite all the time-he? Can not speak.

But never said heavy words.

So when I heard this, I felt that there was a big gap.

Jing Xun felt that it was as if he finally realized the feeling of being on the cold side of the big villain and being splashed with cold water.

But he did not ignore the pain that gradually showed on the opponent's face when the door was gradually closed.

At that moment, even though he still didn't know what to do and was at a loss, Jing Xun raised his hand to block the door that was about to close when he didn't even react.

Immediately afterwards, facing Chen Yizhin's shocked and unbelievable gaze, Jing Xun squeezed his thin body in through the crack of the door.

…

With a "bang", the solid wooden door was completely closed after that, and Jing Xun's back was half attached to the wall, not daring to move.

…Go inside and smell it, the cigarette smell in the room is more intense.

Before this, Jing Xun had not smelled cigarettes in other places in the house, nor had he seen anything like ashtrays.

—If it weren't for the occasional scent of tobacco on Shen Yijin's clothes, he would have almost forgotten about the other party's smoking.

Therefore, the husband should not smoke often.

Only when you are in a bad mood? Smoking.

After confirming this point, Jing Xun looked around again and found that nothing could be seen.

Now the whole study is dark, and you can't see your fingers, but it's very similar to when they first met.

In fact, Jing Xun also noticed yesterday that there are thick curtains hanging in front of every window in this house.

Shen Yijin doesn't look like a person who hates sunlight, he? He hates it, maybe it's just the lightning outside...

But why? Don't turn on the lights?

As soon as these questions came up, Jing Xun felt that someone approached him in vain.

…The kind that gets close as soon as you lean.

Suddenly, the other person's breathing seemed to sound in his ears.

Very heavy.

Chen Yijin's voice was deep and hoarse, full of texture.

His voice was puzzled, and he whispered softly in Jing Xun's ear: "Xiao Xun?"

"Hmm..." Jing Xun responded uncertainly. The other party's abnormally hoarse voice made him breathe more cautiously.

He tried to say: "It's me, born first."

"What are you doing in here?"

Although Shen Yijin's voice had changed, his tone was light and melodious, and there was a little more playfulness in his voice.

If the surrounding area is not completely dark, if he can see Shen Yijin's face, Jing Xun feels that the other party must have an extremely violent expression at this moment.

But what is that? What is it like?

In his mind, there was a tall and handsome man who stood expressionlessly under the bright light. Jing Xunyi couldn't imagine what the hideous Shen Yijin would look like.

But just like that, some grief suddenly appeared in Jing Xun's heart—he wanted to return to the normal state of his life.

I also want to get rid of the pain.

So he tried to say: "I'll come in...to accompany you. Sister, do you have anything? What do you want to do, do you want me to accompany you?"

"Anything?" Jing Xun patched it at the end.

But when his voice fell, what was exchanged was Shen Yijin's silence.

Although there was no sound, the opponent's breathing seemed to have become heavier, just like the sound of rain outside, a torturous aura of mania suppressed by bitterness spread rapidly in the air.

In the completely dark room, Jing Xun suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

At the same time, Shen Yijin asked him hoarsely: "Anything?"

…

In fact, being touched like this is quite a test of the heart.

But when Mr. Long Legs is sick and unable to control himself, Jing Xun still chooses to forgive the other party.

Not only that, he also raised his other arm and put it on Shen Yijin's big hand.

Curl your fingers slightly and hold it gently.

Jing Xun said with certainty: "Anything?"

"..."

The hand under Jing Xun's palm became very stiff, and Chen Yijin's voice sounded even more hoarse: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

afraid.

Subconsciously, this answer appeared in Jing Xun's mind.

But before the words were spoken, he suddenly remembered what he had said when he was sitting in the center of the city on the 68th floor revolving restaurant before eating... He said that he was not afraid of being embarrassed.

So Jing Xun finally said, "I'm not afraid now."

…

With a click, the light in the room was manually turned on.

The snowy light suddenly poured down from the roof, which was a bit dazzling for people who had been in the dark for a long time.

But Jing Xun still resisted the glare, staring at Shen Yijin intently.

Jing Xun's eyes were soft, gentle like a warm lake.

And now, in the water of the Wanghu Lake, Shen Yizhin frowned deeply and slightly hideously.

However, this all did not have any impact on Jing Xun.

At least in Shen Yijin's perception, the young man not only squeezed his hand, but also moved it from his shoulders to holding it with both hands.

…

Whenever there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain, Chen Yizhin would show unusual irritability.

But what he felt was much deeper than what he showed.

During the rainstorm, some people were crying, some were screaming, and some were silent.

They will all jump out at this time, invade his memory, influence his perception, and try to change his emotions.

But one time is different.

That time, the young man was soft as water and passionate as fire.

It's polite, pitiful, and... it makes people feel very warm.

And now, the other party is still looking at him with that warm gaze.

While Shen Yijin stared at him intently, Jing Xun tried to lift him up without irritating him, and asked softly, "Sir, have you taken any medicine?"

Shen Yijin seemed to have reacted to his question for a long time, tilted his head slightly and said, "Yes."

Jing Xun: "..."

Mr. villain needs to take medicine. Although he has never seen him take medicine in person, Jing Xun has seen the doctor's prescription in the other party's medical report.

Because the patient's condition is not a typical mania, the medicine Shen Yijin takes is only the most conventional medicine to soothe his emotions.

Obviously, at this moment, it should have no effect.

Jing Xun felt cold for a while, and couldn't help worrying about Chen Yizhin—isn't he in a good mood because the rain keeps going?

"Then what shall we do?" He tried to ask: "What do you want to do before birth? Last time..."

Jing Xun also gave it up.

Actually it's nothing? Right, it's that he went to take a bath with Shen Yijin, and then...

They are all in this relationship anyway.

Having said that, what should I really do? Jing Xun, who was quite inexperienced, couldn't help but blush.

Hi.

It shouldn't be because he has a thin face and can't let go.

It should be those dreams he had recently... it was too exciting and too easy to mislead his thoughts!

Shen Yijin on the opposite side obviously listened to what he said.

The hand held by Jing Xun unexpectedly began to force, and soon it became a situation where Jing Xun's two hands were wrapped in the opponent's big hand...

The heat from the back of his hand made Jing Xun even more embarrassed.

Although, in his vision, Chen Yijin's eyes were still sharp, and his red eyes were as cold as falling snow.

In his ears, Chen Yijin's aura became thicker and heavier.

The other party asked him: "You don't regret it?"

Jing Xun blinked blankly: "What do you regret?"

What do you regret? Shen Yijin didn't say.

Jing Xun only felt that his breathing had become heavier.

After a while, the other party stepped back a little, and said in an indisputable tone: "Come on, then."

Afterwards, Shen Yijin opened the door with his other hand, holding Jing Xun's big hand firmly, and then Jing Xun was pulled back to the corridor.

The corridor is still bright.

The rain outside is still falling.

Suddenly, Jing Xun, who was pulled out of the study, thought they would turn right and return to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yijin turned around and dragged him to... the living room?

...So? Exciting?

There is an intelligent control system, and the curtains in the house have been drawn up for a long time.

Not much lightning can penetrate.

It's just that the annoying rain cannot be completely isolated. In other words, Jing Xun suspects that as long as it is a certain weather or a certain period of time, Shen Yijian will get sick, and it has nothing to do with not seeing the lightning or hearing the thunder.

When he was distracted thinking about this, he was already pulled onto the sofa and sat down.

Shen Yijin turned around and went back, saying that he was going to get something and asked him to wait.

Jing Xun: "..."

Jing Xun sat there obediently with her legs tight, looking a little uneasy and cramped.

He? Was thinking, Shen Yijin wouldn't? What did he bring out? Come on something strange?

No matter how ignorant Jing Xun is, he is still a young man, not to mention that he often hangs out with his upright adolescent classmates.

So that kind of curious items and equipment... he still knows a little bit.

...Sir not? What do you want to play? The big one, right?

As it stands now, the eldest brother who is suffering from the illness is still conscious and can control himself to a considerable extent.

But... I can't tell.

After all, you can do some weird things when you are in self-control...

...

It seems that when Chen Yijin gets better, they really have to do a drill in advance to see how to deal with this situation in the future.

Well, maybe it should start tomorrow.

Just when Jing Xundong was thinking about it, Shen Yijin came back.

He has long legs and big steps, so he moves quickly.

Soon he came to Jing Xun, and then Jing Xun could see clearly. What Shen Yijin held in his hand was...

A chessboard?

…International chess? ?

To give birth to him first is to...play chess with me? ? ?

Jing Xun was surprised, and immediately cast a puzzled look at Shen Yijin.

Shen Yijin was condescending to face him?

"Xiaoxun said, if I get sick, then we will get together..."

"?"

"Read the book and play chess."

Jing Xun: "..."

Sorry.

He? Now he doesn't want to care about whether he is sick or not.

He? He kind of wondered if he was sick.

But that's okay... it's okay, and it's fine.

Because later, they really played chess.

And the effect turned out to be pretty good.

Although Shen Yijin showed obvious dry reactions several times in the process, and occasionally it took a long time to think about the next chess game, but every time Jingxun waited patiently and looked like a wait. The teacher called out the clever students in class without being impatient.

Just as he watched with bright eyes, it seemed that playing chess could really alleviate Chen Yijian's symptoms.

Even after a simple game, when the next game was opened, Jing Xun could still ask a few questions.

For example, ask him whether his birth is better now, whether he doesn't like light or sound, and how he spent his life in the past.

Some Shen Yijin will answer these questions.

Some will not?.

Jing Xun felt like he was experiencing a protracted war in his mind.

So sometimes Shen Yijin is normal, sometimes not.

The reason why the first students still have organized logic and clear consciousness is completely supported by willpower.

"Can the gentleman sleep?"

Seeing him? It was really painful, Jing Xun couldn't help but try to ask.

After all, it might not be uncomfortable to fall asleep.

Shen Yijin said, "Can't sleep."

"Okay." Jing Xun said hurriedly, "then we will continue to play chess."

During the period, Chen Yijin returned to the study to smoke back. Jing Xun said that he could smoke in the living room, but Chen Yijin was unwilling.

Obviously, the boss has his own rules when he is in a bad mood. He smokes only in the study.

While the other party was going to smoke, Jing Xun looked at the time. It was boring to wait left and right. He simply ran into the kitchen and flipped through it. Finally, he found out a set of teapots and cups, and opened another pack Tea leaves that look beautifully packaged and make a pot of tea.

Jing Xun feels that he can't sleep anyway, so drink more water.

When you feel uncomfortable, try to be as optimistic and happy as possible.

This is how Jing Xun used to self-regulate before.

Although, he? Actually, he is not good at making tea.

But fortunately, he made scented tea, and the fragrance of tea filled the whole living room when he made it.

When Shen Yijin came out, he saw the youth sitting there, beckoning at him with bright eyes: "Mr. Shen, drink tea."

…

Later, after playing two games, Shen Yijin said that they had a headache, so they stopped playing.

Read a book instead.

At this time, you can't expect the boss to sink? What is the heart to read? The text is up, so it is all Jing Xun reading, Shen Yijin listening.

Because the husband said that he had a headache, Jing Xun tried to massage his head to relieve the headache.

In order to be able to massage while reading, Jing Xun simply let Chen Yijin lie on his lap.

There are two large bookcases on both sides of the study room, with various book catalogues.

Of course, they are all reference books involving various professions, and there are no novels that can ease the mood.

So after Jing Xunsheng read the three chapters of "New Century Capital", Shen Yijin began to express headaches again and did not want to understand the content of Capital.

"Okay, let's change another one," Jing Xun said.

When Jing Xun put down the book, he lowered his head and saw Chen Yizhin's cold peachy eyes staring at him.

…Uh huh.

Although I'm used to being stared at by the ancestors, now this angle...don't want it.

It is said that when the camera is taken from top to bottom, the person looks very fat and big face.

The red|guo|guo is stared at by people like this, and it is probably not very good-looking.

Jing Xun subconsciously covered his thin jaw, not asking the other person to look.

Don't plan to continue studying.

He? Asked Shen Yijin: "What else at home? Is there anything to play? Game consoles?"

Shen Yijin, who was still looking at him, said, "No."

"Hmm." Jing Xun: "Then...computer games? Do you like to play?"

Shen Yijin looked at him? His eyes didn't blink.

Jing Xun: "..."

Okay, he? He guessed it vaguely, so the busy boss shouldn't? What to play? Online games.

Jing Xun's sight finally fell on a piano placed in the corner of the living room.

correct…

He? suddenly remembered the silent earphones on the bedside table.

"Should you listen to music first? I'll get you headphones?"

The rumbling of thunder outside has long since disappeared. The lightning may not have visited their house for a long time, and before not knowing it, the rain has dropped a lot.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Jing Xun felt that Shen Yijin's spirit had calmed down a lot.

At least, his eyes remained faint, but he didn't seem to be as fierce and crazy as before.

Then maybe listening to music can completely relieve your emotions at this time!

But even though Jing Xun thought well, Shen Yijin curled his eyebrows slightly, and immediately refused, "No earphones."

Jing Xun had to try again and said, "Why don't I play a tune for you?"

…

This time, Shen Yijin didn't have much? Objections.

He even got up and said: "Okay."

"..."

Although there are smart devices all over the house, I believe that what is hidden in the living room? Smart speakers can immediately play music as long as the user tells it.

But... tonight's theme is only one?-Helping Mr. Brother to feel good.

So Jing Xun didn't mind showing up.

There were a lot of scores attached to the piano shelf. Jing Xun flipped through them, found two cheerful songs with the main tunes, and tried to play them.

He has never learned the piano. He can play only because he has a good memory. When he was in the orphanage, he always watched the teacher play. After a long time, he remembered all the keys and fingerings.

It's just that what he plays is soulless to a professional pianist.

Although he could easily recognize the score with his unforgettable ability, Jing Xun would often experience stuttering and pressing the wrong keys during the process of playing.

In short, although the whole piece is basically in tune.

But it's no different from pulpy?

But despite this, the young man sitting at the piano was still smiling.

Jing Xun raised his lips slightly, and occasionally broke his gong with a smile when he pressed the wrong key. He glanced at Chen Yizhin who was standing next to him rather mischievously, and the moles of tears in the corners of his eyes were even more distinct.

In Jing Xun's eyes, although he was born with a bad mood, there was no change in appearance.

Not only is his face still handsome, he doesn't even have a trace of wrinkles in his clothes, and he stands upright on the side. If he ignores his slightly cold hair and red eyes, perhaps he is still the usual gift The Shen Yijian.

Shen Yizhin was indeed unusual just now, but perhaps the sound of the piano completely overwhelmed the sound of rain, and the wet night was lit by cheerful notes. Jing Xun felt that the aura on his eldest brother now seemed to be less awkward.

Thinking of this, he grinned at the other party very comfortedly again, his eyebrows were bent.

Because I lost my mind, I pressed the wrong key again and the sound was lost.

But Jing Xun didn't care.

Anyway, it's just relaxing, he can't play well, he's not afraid that Shen Yizhin will laugh at him.

He was even more relaxed and bold, always looking in the direction of Shen Yijin, and occasionally making a look at the other party.

In this way, a piece of music was played under Jing Xun's light fingertips, and the picturesque youth got up from the piano bench and bowed to the only audience present quite formally.

He? Want to ask the other person, do you play well?

But just as he straightened up, he heard Shen Yijin calling him: "Jing Xun."

"?"

Jing Xun raised his head, suddenly felt the opposite direction close to him, and subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

But at the same time, his waist was also embraced by a strong arm.

Feeling the strength on the opponent's arm, as if his whole body was enveloped by the opponent's powerful aura, Jing Xun couldn't help looking at Chen Yijin, how puzzled he was in his eyes.

And just when he didn't react, Shen Yijin nodded slightly, and his light-colored thin lips fell...

It was on his brightly colored lips.