MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 19

[Master said to treat us with a delicious meal, but we all suffered from collective food poisoning. 】

Song Bailao glanced at my feet, squatted down and pressed my swollen parts.

"Move your toes."

I listened to his words and curled my toes in pain.

"The bones should be fine." He turned and turned his back to me, "Come up."

I stared at his broad back, a little at a loss: "But you have injuries on your back..."

Although I'm not overweight, I'm still an adult male. I'm afraid that his wound will open again. In order to carry me back and take a ride with him, this is a bit of a loss.

"How about you take Momo back first, and then ask someone to pick me up...how about that?"

I think this idea is not bad, and it is very reasonable and reasonable, but Song Bailao is not happy.

"Why are you so troublesome?" He stood up and looked down at me, looking impatient, "I'll give you two choices, I'll carry you back, or you can climb back. You choose one ."

He is a very difficult and unreasonable person.

I looked at him for a moment, and finally compromised, I really didn't want to climb back by myself: "I'll trouble you then."

I leaned on his back carefully and tried to relax as much as possible, but I could still feel his muscles tense for a moment.

"Does it hurt?" I was worried that I had pressed his wound.

"Take care of yourself." He stood up holding my knees firmly, and said to Song Mo, "Follow me and don't run around."

Song Bailao has always been strict with children, Song Mo has always been a little afraid of him, and now when he hears his orders, he doesn't dare to obey, so he quickly nodded his head up and down, saying that he would obey him obediently.

Song Bailao carried me through the bushes and walked to the mountain road like no one else. Song Mo took the hem of his clothes and followed closely. Adults have big strides, especially Song Bailao's long legs, so Song Mo struggled to follow.

In order to keep up with Song Bailao's footsteps, he was serious and focused, but when he looked up at me, he showed me a sweet smile.

I saw that his temples were sweating, and I couldn't help but say, "Go slowly, Momo can't keep up."

Song Bailao paused, looked down at Song Mo, and then slowed down significantly.

Such a comfortable atmosphere makes you feel good even if you are injured.

I got closer and whispered in Song Bailau's ear: "Thank you..."

Thank you for coming to us and for being willing to carry me back.

Song Bailao walked up the steps very steadily, but the words he said were still cold arrows, making it hard to prevent: "I'm just afraid that something will happen to Song Mo, don't be self-righteous. You just want to pay back the care you took before. My favor, don't think that pleasing me will change my opinion of you."

I originally controlled myself not to put all my weight on him, but when I heard him say these annoying words again, I immediately put my hands around his neck, and the whole person was put on it.

Song Bailao groaned in pain, stopped on the stone steps and took a deep breath: "Don't move around!"

I sighed inwardly, and finally I held his shoulders with both hands and pulled back a little distance from his back.

"It doesn't matter, I don't want you to change anything."

And I was able to achieve the effect I wanted, and finally my ears were cleansed.

Sister nine saw that my feet were as swollen as steamed buns, and immediately went upstairs and knocked on Luo Mengbai's door. Because Song Bailao's injury requires daily dressing changes, she has been living in Song's house for several days.

Luo Mengbai came downstairs while yawning while wiping his glasses, looking sluggish.

"Do you know what time I went to bed last night? Can you take care of people who stay up late writing journal papers?"

Song Bailao sat leisurely on the sofa, holding the Earl Grey tea that Sister-in-law Jiu had just made for him: "Take care of you? Then the funding for your research laboratory next quarter..."

I heard sister-in-law nine say that the research project Luo Mengbai is currently working on is unanimously recognized by their academic circles as crazy and useless. Because of this, Luo Mengbai was always on call, and he was willing to be the family doctor of the Song family.

"Hahahaha, just kidding, cousin. I'm an alpha, and I'm not as delicate as an omega, so how can I take care of me." .

She gently turned the soles of my feet, checked them, and came to the same conclusion as Song Bailao—the bones were fine, just twisted.

"Ninth sister-in-law, do you still keep my medicated oil for bruises? It's what my cousin used last time. Bring that."

"Oh, oh, there are some." Sister Jiu thought about it, went back and forth, and quickly brought the half of the medicated oil from the bottle.

"It may be a little painful, you can bear it." Luo Mengbai poured some medicated oil into his palm and slowly rubbed it away.

Although I was mentally prepared, when her hand touched my swollen ankle, the pain of the broken bones and tendons made me clench my fists unconsciously, out of my throat There was a shaky gasp.

Song Mo looked at me with a worried look, pressing his hands on his chest and clasping them uneasily, as if the next child in the hospital was about to get an injection.

I reluctantly moved the corner of my lips and smiled at him: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

Song Bailao put the delicate bone china cup back on the table, and beckoned Song Mo to come over: "It hurts as long as it hurts, why lie to him and say it doesn't hurt?"

I don't understand why he would sing against me at this time, but I was no longer in the mood to deal with him, so I could only put my face aside, so that Song Mo could not see me twisted by pain facial features.

Song Bailao's warning words sounded in his ears: "Look, if you twist your foot, it will hurt a lot. So you have to be careful when you walk in the future, otherwise Luo Mengbai will use that unpleasant smell. Something slams on your leg. Worse, if you break a bone, you might even have to get an operation. Do you know what an operation is? It's…”

I finally know why Song Mo is afraid of him. Isn't this kind of education too shocking for a five-year-old child?

"Stop talking." I turned to Sister-in-law Jiu, "The young master just touched a lot of dirty things outside, wash his hands for him, and then take out the pudding in the refrigerator for him to eat. "

Sister Jiu looked at Song Bailao's face and saw that he didn't allow it, so she went over and led Song Mo out of the living room.

In this family, Song Bailao is always the absolute "master", and no one dares to disobey his words. Even though I am his nominal partner, in fact everyone knows that I am nothing to him at all.

"Cousin, you have such a bad character. In fairy tales, you are either a vicious queen or a man-eating devil." Luo Mengbai stopped to apply some medicated oil, the wound was burning hot, It was a little hot, but it wasn't as painful as it was at first, so I was sweating.

"He was born to fulfill his responsibilities, not to be a little prince." Song Bailao was noncommittal about his character evaluation, but said such a mindless remark.

I am a little puzzled, but obviously Luo Mengbai understood: "Hey you are..."

A flash of thought flashed through my mind, but before I could catch it, Luo Mengbai's hand covered it again, smashing my hard-to-gather attention with a stick, and I couldn't find it again .

My leg is injured, Song Bailao's back is injured, we can be regarded as a couple in need.

Luo Mengbai put on a fixed bandage for me, and told me to use the injured leg less before the swelling and stay in bed as much as possible. But the next day Song Bailao asked Sister Nine to help me to the study and threw me a manuscript.

"Memorize it."

I picked up the A4 paper in confusion and looked at it, and couldn't help being stunned.

That is a statement, a statement that I will take up legal weapons to defend my rights and interests.

"This..." I looked up from the A4 paper with free and easy handwriting, "Memorize it, then what?"

Song Bailao twirled the pen on his fingertips and said in a natural tone: "Then use your Amber account to make a statement."

I thought all this would be done in a low-key manner under Song Bailao's arrangement. After all, he always cared about his reputation. I thought he didn't want to attract too much attention. I didn't expect that he would ask me to make a statement on the public platform, which was so high-profile from the beginning.

"Will it be... too arrogant?"

Song Bailao seemed very surprised, raised his eyebrows and said: "Ning Yu, look at how humble you are now? The beta who wanted to change his fate no matter what he said in front of me, is now even Don't you dare to make a statement in front of the public?"

"Have you been kneeling for a long time and can't stand up?"

His words were indifferent, but his eyes were not disgust, but something that I hated even more - pity.

Now I'm petitioning him to hate me.

"But I have violated the contract for a long time and have not broadcast live, and I don't know if my account is still there..." Amber should be thankful for not sending me a lawyer's letter, so they don't block my account, I just want to suspect them Are the high-level religious believers collectively possessed by the Virgin Mary?

Song Bailao sneered with great disdain when he heard this: "Do you know who is Amber's largest shareholder, who is the largest shareholder behind it?" Seeing me at a loss, he smiled even more, "It's Xia Sheng. "

It turns out that I didn't receive a lawyer's letter because I was lucky, and it wasn't because of the kindness of the senior executives in Amber... You can really do whatever you want with money.

Since he said so, I have no reason to refuse...and right.

Song Bailao stared at me for half an hour, correcting my tone word by word. When I was almost back, I suddenly remembered something important.

“That… do I need to show my face?”

He was leaning against the desk and looked left and right with my chin.

"It's not embarrassing, why don't you show your face?" He said, rubbing his thumb on my lips, "It's just that the color of the lips is lighter."

I let him evaluate the goods as I looked back and forth, and when I heard him say that he was going to show his face, I panicked.

"I… can't, I can't speak when I show my face, and I'll be nervous." Before he could move his fingers, I fell between my lips as soon as I spoke, and was bitten by an ambiguity .

He and I were stunned at the same time because of this change. Before I could react, he withdrew his finger in annoyance.

"Are you trying to seduce me again?" and made vexatious accusations against me.

According to the experience, I should admit generously, yes, I just wanted to seduce him, and then he will leave with a "I really saw you right" expression. But today I vaguely felt that it was a bit inappropriate to do so, so the words in my mouth became: "No... I want to seduce you!" I almost bit my tongue after saying that.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "It's not that you want to seduce me, you mean I forced you to seduce me? Or...you can't control yourself?"

I'm so disabled, I can't even stand up and run.

"I... can't control myself." I finally chose an option that was less prone to mines.

His fingers stroked my cheek again, only this time with a distinctly different meaning. It was a softer and more chilling touch, the back of the hand pressed against the skin, from the cheek down to the chin.

"Oh?" His voice was a little lower, and he put his thumb into my mouth again, "Then your self-control is quite poor. Unfortunately, I have an injury and can't satisfy you..."

I also have injuries and don't want to be bitten on the neck again.

"But I can reward you with something else." Song Bailao leaned back more and more, put one hand on the desk, and pressed his finger against the tip of my tongue, implying a strong meaning, "Like That's what you've seen on the rooftop in the past, right?"

I held his finger and looked at him blankly, feeling like a bolt from the blue.