[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

"No, we..." Wen Ling swallowed, fingering the hem of his clothes, feeling at a loss.

"We just hugged to express our gratitude, young master, you are too jealous~" Qiao Tingyue looked at Song Lu with a smile, and her tone was a little teasing.

Song Lu glanced at her indifferently, then looked at Wen Ling who stood aside like a child who had done something wrong, pursed his thin lips slightly, then walked over and patted his head.

"Did you behave today?"

Wen Ling nodded: "Yes."

Song Lu didn't delve into it, but just hugged him horizontally: "The little face is dirty."

Qiao Tingyue looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and standing behind couldn't help showing an aunt's smile from the corner of her mouth: "This is too good to drink, damn it!!"

Carrying the person into the bathroom, Song Lu carried Wen Ling to the sink, and gently wiped Wen Ling's little face stained with mud with a warm towel.

"Are you happy these days?"

The little guy squinted his eyes and obediently let him wipe his face, Song Lu asked in a low voice.

Wen Ling nodded, with a gleam in his eyes: "Very happy! Listening to Yue and I said a lot of reasonable things, I like her very much!"

"Really, how much do you like it?" Song Lu threw aside the mud-stained towel, and moved slightly closer to stare at Wen Ling.

Song Lu's facial features are very sharp and aggressively handsome. At this moment, the tall nose bridge and warm breath are close at hand, Wen Ling couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

"It's just... I like it very much."

The words didn't pass through the brain, Wen Ling subconsciously spoke.

He quickly reacted, and quickly denied: "But I like Mr. Xiao the most! I'm just very grateful to Tingyue. Her words make me feel that my body will gradually get better. I want to work hard with Mr. Xiao Life, I don't want to be separated from you."

Wen Ling's words successfully pleased Song Lu. He kissed Wen Ling's lips, and stroked Wen Ling's head with his big hand tenderly: "Don't worry, I won't die, be good."

"I'll get better as soon as possible!!" Wen Ling held Song Lu's cheek in his small hands, with hope in his eyes.

............

[The male protagonist's favorability has been rising, and his body is almost unable to hold on anymore. Are you sure you don't want to intervene? 】

The villain looked at the man in red leaning against the back of the chair, and spat: [I have already found out the landing point of the last entry into the plane, and it will not take long to find out. My son managed to take him down, You make me regret my marriage?Damn you! 】

[If you don't intervene, his body may not be able to last until you find out. If his body dies by then, this plane will be destroyed. 】

The villain stood up impatiently and walked in front of Lou Yan: [Are you finished?Can't wait to get out! 】

Lou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly squeezed his head hard and kissed him: [Let's go. 】

【Lou Yan, I'm holding your uncle! ! ! 】

Seeing the villain cursing and leaving, Lou Yan sighed lightly: 【Since you can't do it, then I'll just be a villain and help you. 】

A strange red light shot out from Lou Yan's hand, and slowly disappeared.

............

Song Lu seems to be very busy, coming back later and later every day.

Wen Ling knew that it was not as easy for him to leave the Song family completely, and he had no idea of ​​the huge price he would have to pay.

Nosebleeds meandered down, Wen Ling raised his hand and wiped it lightly.

How long can I last?have no idea.

Please, you must fight hard, and don't make Mr. Xiao feel sad.

Qiao Tingyue was startled when she saw Wen Ling's nosebleed dripping all over the floor, and ran over to help him stop the bleeding.

"What's going on, why did you suddenly have another nosebleed?" She helped Wen Ling stop the bleeding with a wet towel and ice cubes, and helped him to the seat.

Wen Ling looked at the white towel that had been stained red, and suddenly his whole body trembled violently. His eyes were red and his voice was stained with tears.

"Yueyue, do I have a short time to live?"

Qiao Tingyue stretched out her arm and hugged Wen Ling tightly, trying to give him some strength.

Her voice was gentle and firm, with a little choking: "No, Xiaoling is such a kind child, Lord Yan must be reluctant to take you away. You have to eat well, we still have a lot of games to play."

Wen Ling's tears seemed to burst: "I don't want to die. I like Song Lu so much. If I die, he will be alone again. I promised him to stay with him, and I don't want to break my promise."

Qiao Tingyue looked at Wen Ling's beautiful face with tears streaming down her face, and the blood-stained face looked like an angel suffering from illness.

He was trying to grasp hope, but the darkness of death grabbed his ankles and tried to drag him into the abyss.

"You won't break your promise. Your wish will definitely be heard by the gods." Qiao Tingyue hugged him, comforting him over and over again.

His limbs and bones seemed to be soaked in the frost and snow of the cold winter, and he couldn't stop shivering from the cold.

Wen Ling knew very well that his entire life should have ended when he was hit by the flowerpot pushed down by his stepmother.

Everything you experience now is an added bonus.

No one can have a free lunch, a gift that belongs to him, a true love, and the chip has already been marked.Like the rainbow reflected by the sun refracted on the broken glass, it reminded him all the time that all this is false, and only the blood on the body cut by the broken glass is real.

Do you have to be the little girl who lights the match?

Is it really not possible to have a sincere and passionate love?

Wen Ling wiped off the blood on his face, and he firmly held Qiao Tingyue's hand: "If I really die, I will definitely die enthusiastically. I want Song Lu to always remember me."

At that moment, Qiao Tingyue seemed to see the slowly spreading wings behind the boy. After countless trials and tortures, the boy finally chose to stand up and break through the mist and thorns.

"There has never been an absolute thing in this world. No one can finalize the ending until everything is settled." Qiao Tingyue gently held Wen Ling's face: "Go, I believe in you."

She thought, Song Lu would never forget Wen Ling.

Such a soul-stirring young man is enough to run through his entire desolate and dead life and ignite him.

Even she couldn't forget the first time they met.

The young man's figure is slender and thin, and it seems that he will be blown away by the wind at any time.His hands were cold, nestled in the palm like ice that could not be melted all year round.

But the hope and longing in his eyes when he looked at himself was like gravel struggling in the dark underground, trying to burst out the light of diamonds.

She must save him, do her best, definitely.

Wen Ling gently held Qiao Tingyue's hand back, feeling the continuous strength from the warm and soft hand.

It seemed that many years ago, when my mother was still alive, she touched him like this.

Warm and firm.

"Wen Ling."

The sudden voice made the two of them pause, and then quickly separated.

Song Lu's brows and eyes were tired, and when he looked at Wen Ling, the ups and downs of emotions in his dark eyes were difficult to discern.

Wen Ling hid the blood-stained paper back as if nothing had happened, Qiao Tingyue reacted quickly, took the blood-stained paper, nodded slightly, turned around and left the living room, throwing the paper away.

She understood that Wen Ling didn't want Song Lu to see her sickest appearance.

She will help him no matter what.

But the small actions of the two fell into Song Lu's eyes, which was tantamount to hiding a secret.

Song Lu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he didn't say anything, he just put his arms around Wen Ling's waist lightly: "Did you behave today?"

Wen Ling's smile was a little pale. He raised his hand and held Song Lu's hand: "Of course, I've always missed you."

Song Lu held the wrist that was getting thinner and thinner, rubbing it lightly in an attempt to warm him up.

"What did you do today?"

Wen Ling counted everything that happened today, and then slowly told Song Lu.

When talking about the funny things that happened when I played with Qiao Tingyue, I couldn't help but smile subconsciously.

"You seem to like her very much." Song Lu suddenly spoke while standing aside, looking a little abrupt.

Wen Ling paused, then explained with a smile: "I like her, but she is different from you. Tingyue is like a sister to me, a family member. But Mr. Xiao, the one I met in this world, the most Good redemption."

He raised his little finger and gently hooked Song Lu's little finger.

Song Lu lowered his head slightly, and kissed Wen Ling, pious, partial, and indulgent.

"You too."

It is the light and shadow seen in his absurd and distorted life, and the kind and clean soul makes people want to seize possession.

Song Lu also thought about it countless times, would he be who he is now without Wen Ling?

He knew very well, no.

He wanted to stay in that house, and watch that woman's all wishes and vanity come to naught, and finally she would rot and stink and live in regret for the rest of her life.

But that's no longer necessary.

He has found something far more meaningful than revenge on her, he has a unique little guy.

Will always be with his little one.

"You won't break your word, will you?"

Swallowing the bloody smell in his throat, Wen Ling smiled and pressed his forehead against his: "Of course, my little sir."

............

This was Wen Ling's last promise. Early the next morning, the health of his body began to decline rapidly.

The nosebleed kept flowing, and the fishy sweetness in the throat rushed out with a light cough.

The blood stained the sheets and clothes, and Wen Ling stared blankly for a long time.

Time is really running out.

[Xiao Ling's body will collapse tomorrow, and the villain hasn't caught anyone yet, what should I do? 】

[Then you should find a way to help him, don't let this plane be destroyed. 】

Qiao Tingyue pushed open the door, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

She bit her lip, stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before she said: "Xiao Ling, time is running out, you..."

Wen Ling suddenly interrupted her: "I know, thank you for helping me."

Wen Ling's hands were tightly clenched, his body seemed to have entered a state of backlight, and his hearing was extremely sensitive.

He heard footsteps in the corridor, opened his mouth, and the bloody smell in his mouth and throat almost made him suffocate.

Gritting his teeth, Wen Ling spat out enough words to make him drip with blood.

"I like you very much, which is different from Song Lu. Song Lu, I just thank him very much."