After Helping the Protagonist Escape From the Lunatic, I Was Targeted - Chapter 39

Back in the car, Shen Luyang still didn’t understand, what could make his brother so vicious that he put the name “rapist” on his brother’s head.

He touched his hair and came to the conclusion, “Shen Zhenzhe is crazy. Did I pee on his head when I was a child? As for what?”

Xie Weihan put his palm on the steering wheel, and when he heard the words, he looked sideways: “Can’t remember?”

Shen Luyang said unpreparedly, “Without that part of the memory, when did the festival happen…”

Speaking of this, he paused, and instead of asking about Xie Weihan without consciously asking: “Mr. Xie, do you know?”

Xie Weihan recalled for a few seconds, and did not pursue things that he did not know. Why did he ask him, but only said what he knew: “I have some understanding.”

Shen Luyang turned his head and made a gesture of willingness to hear the details.

He was so curious.

Xie Weihan: “In high school, Shen Zhenzhe once pushed Shen Luyang into the swimming pool because of a necklace given to Shen Luyang by his mother, and lost part of his memory after drowning.”

Shen Luyang noticed Xie Weihan’s subtle words, not “you”, but “Shen Luyang”—

The other party found out that he was not the original Shen Luyang, and he probably found out long ago.

There was no panic when he fell off the horse, maybe it was because he had been exposed too many times before, but Shen Luyang heaved a sigh of relief.

There’s a sense of “I’ll be honest with you”.

Xie Weihan’s respectful way of not talking or asking also left a lot of room for Shen Luyang.

It can be explained, or not explained, how to be happy.

Shen Luyang quickly put aside the matter of losing his horse, and thoughtfully discussed the relationship between the original owner and Shen Zhenzhe with Xie Weihan: “So Shen Zhenzhe is jealous of Shen—” He paused and changed his words: “I am jealous of my mother’s love for me… its not right.”

Xie Weihan looked at him with admiration: “What’s wrong?”

Shen Luyang pointed to his head and said simply: “In my memory, ‘I’ was really rebellious, but Shen Zhenzhe did the best in everything. He has no reason to take care of a younger brother who is much worse than him.”

“But a mother has a reason to be more concerned about apples that haven’t grown up,” Xie Weihan smiled and said, “That’s her negligence.”

Shen Luyang was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

A child who was also neglected by his parents and had no happy childhood, did his best to win the attention of his parents, but was defeated by his younger brother who was not as good as himself, and his mother’s eyes would always fall on the ignorant younger brother—

If my brother doesn’t know how to break my parents’ hearts, their love will only belong to me.

According to the speculation of “pushing down the pool”, Shen Zhenzhe must have stumbled on the original owner secretly since he was a child.

Shen Luyang snorted, he had no father or mother for more than 20 years, and he really didn’t know much about these brothers competing for favor.

He said casually, “Go back and tell my mother, I can’t handle this well.”

If I really stabbed Shen Zhenzhe in the heart, I have to move that only mother is good in the world.

Shen Luyang is not the original owner, and neither the original owner dislikes Shen Zhenzhe, nor the brother and brother Gong of the ordinary younger brother.

All he could do was to be at peace with each other, Shen Zhenzhe started, he took a little time to pull it back and it was over.

very simple.

Xie Weihan listened to his analysis patiently from beginning to end, listened to his plan, and nodded quietly.

Do not evaluate.

The car moved steadily on the road, Shen Luyang glanced at the time, it was less than half past seven.

It seemed that Xie Weihan planned to send him home first.

Just like when he was alone, Shen Luyang talked a little about school, and expressed his dedication to year-end awards and outstanding teachers.

Xie Weihan responded with a warm voice and chuckled from time to time, everything was normal.

But Shen Luyang’s nerve called intuition rarely worked. He felt that Xie Weihan was not right now.

What was wrong, he couldn’t say.

It just feels very similar to the state when he took him to the infirmary after he fought with Duan Chen bravely.

It could not be seen that something was wrong, but the nerve prepared for Xie Weihan told Shen Luyang that the other party was about to touch the “red line” across the safety threshold.

Shen Luyang’s heart was full of alarms, he couldn’t wait for a second, and asked directly, “Mr. Xie, do you want to go…”

He used an inaccurate but somewhat accurate word: “Punish Shen Zhenzhe?”

Xie Weihan’s face is rendered by the ever-changing street scene. When viewed from the side, the outline is three-dimensional like a marble sculpture. All expressions are the result of careful calculation, and the elegance and perfection are not like real people.

His brows were soft, as if helpless: “Why do you ask that?”

Shen Luyang turned his head to the side and looked at him: “Intuition.”

Xie Weihan lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and the corners of his lips curved into a seemingly non-existent arc, and his voice was gentle: “I think I’m innocent, Yang Yang.”

Shen Luyang’s ears were warmed by his shouting, but his attitude was rarely firm. He became serious: “Mr. Xie, I think it is my responsibility to protect you, and I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Yang Yang, I’m not injured, and it’s not your responsibility.” Xie Weihan stopped smoothly at the red light, the roaring metal mechanical structure in his hand seemed to be able to understand people’s words, just like he Control yourself precisely.

He tilted his head to look at Shen Luyang, his eyebrows were on the back of the dark street lamp, and there was a sense of bewitchment. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, still gentle: “Your responsibility is to protect yourself, then I will be very happy.”

A daze flashed in Shen Luyang’s eyes, and his unswerving attitude was more than half relaxed because of his gentle tone.

But soon, his desire to protect Xie Weihan made him sober, repeating his words, expressing firmness: “I want to protect you, you can’t have an accident.”

The red light flickers dimly and the green light turns on.

The car started smoothly, but the direction of the turn was not in the direction of Shen Luyang’s house.

Xie Weihan’s expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled: “I’m very happy when you say that.”

Shen Luyang persistently wanted to stand in front of him to block the danger that might break out at any time: “Mr. Xie, let’s talk, I know a little bit about Dr. Fang, and I think I can help you.”

This is what he wants to do most, to stop Xie Weihan’s uncontrollable emotions, so that he can live safely within the red line.

I don’t know when, the deadline for this goal has changed from a simple system task to a long life.

The car became quiet, and Shen Luyang’s breathing became obvious.

After walking around a street corner, the car stopped steadily on the side of the street.

Xie Weihan’s eyes were fixed on Shen Luyang’s serious and firm face, his always warm voice was lowered, the thick beauty between his brows and eyes was gradually dyed with a dangerous color, the combination of a cold-blooded animal-like beauty and a lazy and elegant temperament, like a man who is in you. After a shot in the chest, the gentleman who gently wiped the blood for you.

He spoke with a smile, as if talking about the weather tonight, comfortable and gentle: “Give me a reason to forgive him, Yang Yang.”

Shen Luyang’s Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably, his lips were dry, he licked it unconsciously.

The current Teacher Xie is probably Xie Weihan, who Fang Yi has seen and who threatens him with a smile.

It’s just that what he saw was an adult, more mature and more dangerous.

Shen Luyang scratched his sweatpants with his fingers, the fabric was a little rough and rubbed against the pulp of his fingers.

The slightly drooping end of the eyes and the black pupils make him look at people with an irresistible sense of intimacy, sincerity and warmth, and an overly optimistic innocence.

Shen Luyang tried to reason with the patient with antisocial personality disorder: “Shen Zhenzhe is an irrelevant person, Mr. Xie, you can’t influence yourself because of others.”

“No,” Xie Weihan raised his hand, gently pressed his fingertips to the corner of his eye, and ran over it, his voice elongated: “It’s because of you.”

It has always been you who influenced me.

Be awake, my dear, and it will only be you.

Shen Luyang’s heart skipped a beat in an instant, and then beat faster.

He suppressed his uncontrollable heartbeat, his breathing became rapid, an idea formed in his mind, and he blurted out without waiting for careful thought, as if he was afraid of missing something.

“Could it be because of me that I didn’t touch the red line?” His voice became hoarse due to anxiety and his heartbeat. His clear and clean eyes stared at Xie Weihan without blinking, waiting nervously for an answer, as if writing on his face “” Promise me quickly.”

Xie Weihan withdrew his hand and seemed to be interested in his cunning proposal. He laughed and asked, “Then what can I get?”

It was the first time that Shen Luyang saw Xie Weihan like this, the maliciousness in his bones slowly clinging to him, merging in the shadows, and sketching the most original appearance – a devil with a beautiful skin and good at seducing humans.

He is not afraid.

Instead, Shen Luyang swallowed, feeling even more attractive.

Shen Luyang unconsciously changed from leaning against the car door to leaning to the left, he pointed at himself, smiled and rolled his eyes, like a big dog coaxing his friends: “You can get a happy me, you good friend.”

His stress was in high spirits.

“Apart from having you,” Xie Weihan’s mouth curled into a connivance arc, and the accent fell on the “me” in Shen Luyang’s mouth. “What would you do if I was offended? My best friend.”

Xie Weihan had already assigned Shen Luyang to his own world.

Anyone who dares to cross the border will pay a price.

It’s not a punishment, it’s a rule.

Above all, the rules.

“I’ll help you clean him up,” Shen Luyang propped his hand on the seat, leaned his body to the driver’s seat unconsciously, leaned closer, and said in a vicious voice, “I will definitely make him dare not do it again!”

Xie Weihan found it interesting: “Didn’t you say that you are not suitable to deal with it?”

“If it’s me who is offended, I don’t care, I’m not angry,” Shen Luyang said clearly, “but he offended you, I will definitely help you get justice.”

Although the reason for offending Xie Weihan was to threaten him.

After going around in a big circle, Shen Luyang still has to help himself find this place. If he doesn’t look for it and Xie Weihan finds it himself, it may not be a big place.

A field as large as the Earth’s magnetic field may not be.

Seeing that the other party didn’t speak, Shen Luyang made persistent efforts and shamelessly put gold on his face: “We have the best relationship, so Teacher Xie, you have to keep the red line for me.”

Xie Weihan lightly stroked the face he came over, put his ear between his little thumb and ring finger, kneaded with moderate force, and stated the facts: “Yang Yang, you made me suffer.”

Half of Shen Luyang’s body was occupied by the feeling on the side of his face, his fingers on the seat scratched, and he couldn’t help rubbing Xie Weihan’s cool palm, like a dog urging its owner to caress.

He got closer, the aroma of red wine on the tip of his nose became strong, and it surrounded the glands in the back of the neck like an illusion. Along the back of the neck, the crisp and numb comfort spread down, staying and gathering at the tail vertebra. Shaking off the gooey charm in his head, he negotiated, “Then how can we not suffer?”

“Are you testing my bottom line?”

“Can I be your bottom line?”

“No,” Xie Weihan moved his fingers down, holding his chin, his eyes pampered and indulgent, and the corners of his lips curved, “I won’t touch my bottom line.”

Shen Luyang raised his neck, his fragile Adam’s apple was exposed to the predator without any defense, he blinked, as if thinking about the answer, more like, completely addicted to the person in front of him.

I don’t know how long it took, Shen Luyang propped up his arms hard, couldn’t bear it any longer, or didn’t want to bear it anymore, and completely fell to the left – kissing Xie Weihan’s lips.

Wet, clumsy, warm.

Shen Luyang was enchanted, put his head on his shoulder, rubbed his head, and said in a low voice, “Can the bottom line touch you?”