MTL - I am a Good Man-Chapter 533 Sorrowful and affectionate and tender male partner (1)

"Lower case."

"No... lower case."

"Dad is back, you open your eyes to see Dad..."

...

"Don't let go of one."

"Ji Shao..."

"Don't let me say it a second time, don't let go of one, I want his family to pay for it!"

...

The man's face was pale, his hair turned gray overnight, and he had bone-corrupting hatred when he said this, and his eyes were scarlet.

After speaking, he coughed violently again.

When he was alone in the room, he looked at the two black and white photos on the cabinet, a smiling woman, and an innocent and cute little boy.

Both went to heaven, leaving him alone.

After half a month.

The imperial capital Ji’s group issued a statement that Ji’s three young masters died of illness half a month ago, the day after his son died in a car accident.

...

early morning.

On the September morning in the imperial capital, the weather was scorching hot, and the curtains were blown by the breeze in the suburban villas, and the sun poured into the houses through the dense leaves.

"Buzzing."

With the sound of the phone ringing, the person on the bed with closed eyes twisted his eyebrows, quite impatient.

Upon closer inspection, his skin tone was pale, his facial features were three-dimensional, and his skin color was in sharp contrast with the gray sheets. The pajamas were loosely wrapped around his body, revealing a slender neck. His collarbone was more delicate than a woman's. He opened his eyes and had dark eyes. There was a laziness just waking up, and a coldness.

The phone was still ringing, he sat up, his eyelids were weakly pulled, his hands clenched into a fist, and he coughed twice in his mouth. His movements were slow for a while, and he was a little sick.

Reaching out for the phone, a word came out from his cold white lips, "Say."

The words are very light and have little strength, but they are sharp and a little impatient.

"Isn't awake yet?" On the other end, the silly words had already come, "Tonight is my brother's birthday, come to hold a show, come out and walk around."

"No." Ji Yang replied without hesitation, and coughed twice, leaning back lazily, a little cold, reaching out and pulling the quilt up.

"Hey, don't blame my brother for not telling you. It's lively here. I'm walking around. I'm not feeling well lately? My brother will take a pick-up service. He will definitely not stay up late and be delivered home at ten o'clock." Han Yi promised there.

The young master of the Ji family is not healthy, but he can't bear to be loved by others.

With that face value, you will be fascinated wherever you go.

Han is also the cynical young master of the Han family. The Han family and the Ji family are not family friends, and they barely make good friends. They are obviously not the same, so he just likes to make friends with the Ji family.

"How is it?" Han Yi saw that he didn't speak, and said again, "The brothers in the circle are here, everyone is happy together..."

Before he finished speaking, he said two words lightly over there, "Beijiao."

"Okay...dududu...嘞..." The young master had already hung up the phone before he could say anything.

at the same time.

Ji Yang lifted the quilt, two straight and slender legs underneath the ground. The loose pajamas made him look a little thin, his neckline was a bit wide, with a little charm, and his face was a little sick.

The pace is also a bit slow, telling the truth, at first glance, it is a proper acceptance, arousing the desire of others to be ravaged, but the eyes are loose and alienated from the noble son, noble and cold.

Most people don't deserve it.

Ji Yang looked at the face in the mirror, with typical peachy eyes, lazy eyes, tall nose, thin lips, and a bit sexy. He was very white in the room for a long time, and he didn’t talk too much. Well, from time to time I get sick and look softer.

You can't tell the beauty of being a man or a woman when you put on women's clothing. Han Yi also joked that he is a beauty, but he is not motherly, and he makes a light look, which is very cold.

Such a person is not a male protagonist. In this silly white sweet script, he is an affectionate male partner. Such a cold-blooded and emotional person can only be made by a female protagonist.

He is the male partner who looks at the male and female protagonists splitting and combining, you hurt me, and I forgive you. The female lead likes to call him when he is in crisis. The male lead will not come, he always The male partner who can rush to the heroine's side unconditionally at the first time.

But he is also a sad male partner.

When the female protagonist fell and almost had a miscarriage, the call to the male protagonist was unavailable, and people called him. Without further ado, she rushed over after leaving the major shareholder, and sent her to the hospital in a hurry, and the child was considered safe.

His cell phone fell on the car, his wife fell and called him but didn't hear it. When he was found, no one was sent to the hospital, leaving him with a son.

This time is good, my wife is gone and I am in love with my wife.

alright.

Be nice to your son, give all your love to your son, watching the little guy want to love his wife.

Later, my son went to kindergarten and promised to accompany him on his birthday. The daughter of the hostess fell ill and had a fever. She was so scared that she was arguing with the hostess and called him again.

The fever must be forty degrees, of course.

Need help.

This time, the nanny went to pick up his son, and when he was crossing the road, he was hit to death by a drunk driver.

The hostess saw that she was too pitiful, crying and saying sorry for him, and wanted her daughter to recognize him as a godfather and treat him as her biological father.

A male partner should love the female lead deeply. What is it to give to his wife and son? Even if he gave his life, he didn't hesitate to do it. If he didn't marry a heroine in this life, there would be no hope, and all women would not be able to see him.

But the wish of the original owner after his death is to treat his wife well and protect his children.

People always think about what they can't get, but ignore what is available around them.

evening.

In front of a villa in the northern suburbs, a red sports car parked in front of the gate, honking its horn vigorously.

After a while, the door opened.

The person who walked out wore a long brown windbreaker with his hands in his pockets casually. Inside was a gray sweater with a white shirt in the sweater. The figure was long and he walked slowly.

Han Yi hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for him. Every time he saw his face, he would sigh in his heart that this man was born more beautiful than a girl.

The outline is three-dimensional, the eyes are deep and clear, and the eyebrows are very slender.

If it weren't for this identity, those elder brothers in the upper class didn't know what terrible things would be done to this guy, and those who had ideas would not dare to reveal them.

Didn’t that want to die?

"It's a bit cold tonight, so I really need to wear more clothes." Han Yi smiled and talked to him, closing the door when Ji Yang sat in, and then walked around to the driver's seat.

When he came up, the young master in the back seat was already leaning against the back seat and squinting his eyes. Just as he was stunned, his thin lips lightly opened, "Next time, don't drive this car."

"Why? The new one I just arrived, it's exciting to drive." Han Yi said, turning on the engine to give him a show.

"Tai Niang." Ji Yang still didn't open his eyes, lazily tossing over two words.

Han Yi Petrochemical.

mother?

"I am a pure man, just got out of a woman's bed." Han Yi drove forward, still aggrieved when he said it.

If it is a woman, Ji Yang is the one in the circle who is not close to female. Everyone says that he is a sufferer. Throwing it on the bed like this is definitely stronger than driving a top sports car.

They can only harlot it from the bottom of their hearts, the person who said this last time is half dead.

"No wonder."

"Huh?" Han Yi looked through the rearview mirror and saw that the young master had opened his eyelids. There was no emotion in his eyes. He glanced at his eyes and said lightly, "Open the window, the smell is heavy."

Han Yi lowered his head and sniffed, "Is there really a smell?"

"Sorry."

"..."

When we arrived at the bar parking lot, Ji Yang opened the door and got out of the car as soon as the car was parked. Han Yi could still see the naked disgust on his face.

The noble son stepped on his long slender legs and walked leisurely to the elevator.

Just when the window blew, he coughed a few times, his apple trembling up and down, and the sickness on his body became stronger. Han Yi couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and he was ready to stretch out his hand to give him a favor. Smoothly.

It's a pity that he didn't reach his hand, and when someone swept over with a sharp look, his hand froze in the air.

"Pay attention to your body and drink plenty of hot water." He was slanderous, a bit cheap.

"You go back and take a few more baths." Ji Yang glanced at him with his eyelids, and walked out after raising his foot.

The private room has been set.

There were a lot of rich boys and young ladies, and the figures on the dance floor kept shaking.

Han Yi pushed the door and yelled loudly, "Let me shut down the music. Don't smoke, don't you hear it?"

Hearing this, everyone felt boring at once. When Ji Yang's figure appeared in front of them, all of them dared not speak, and could only agree with them. Those who were about to smoke hurriedly hid the cigarettes.

This Ji Yang is squeamish.

I'm very allergic to everything, I'm also allergic to women, and I don't know if I'm allergic to men.

Looking at Qingjun's face, this thin figure, fair skin, gentle and slow movements, even a man can't be fascinated by it.

The rich elder brothers in the circle also have a good mouth, but when Ji Yang glanced over, one by one was hiding faster than one.

You can't have such thoughts.

Don't look at this "delicate beauty" who seems harmless, but in fact the methods are so cold, you can't tell if you lose your temper, and you don't know how to die.

Han Ye called the waiter, and said, "Go, squeeze a glass of fresh juice. You want pure natural juice! No ice at all."

"Yes."

When the other party retreated, Han Yi smiled and sat next to Ji Yang, only to see the other party frowning.