[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 160

Since it was determined that Han Ying was the person Aunt Hui was looking for, Aunt Hui was not so obsessed with coming to A to set up a stall.

While waiting for justice to come, she also began to look for other possibilities in her life. She could slowly pick up things she didn't want to do before.

So Li Rong hasn't been to Fountain Square for a long time.

He sighed lightly, walked slowly through the crowd, and walked towards Aunt Hui's booth.

It has been two and a half years since we first met here.

He was walking forward thoughtfully, when suddenly, his legs were hugged.

He stopped.

"Brother Li, are you here to see me?"

Tong Tong raised her face, her round eyes were round, her mouth was grinning, and she smiled at him innocently.

The little girl was very clingy, her whole body was attached to his lap, her hands were grabbing at his trousers, her long hair was loose, and she was beautiful like a doll.

Li Rong couldn't help smiling, stretched out his hand, and squeezed Tongtong's face lightly.

"You set up a stall with your mother again?" Li Rong crouched down and pulled Tongtong into his arms.

Tongtong twisted a bit, and reached out to rub Li Rong's hair secretly. Although the little girl was small, she knew what it meant to be beautiful. Li Rong's appearance made her want to get close.

"My mother said that the medicine is now available, so I don't need to sell the house for the time being. Thank you Brother Li."

Before Shen Gui went to Zhai Ning's clinic to make trouble, Li Rong promised that he would be in charge of Tongtong's medicine until he made a curative law. Due to floc.

Thinking of this, Li Rong suddenly froze for a moment.

Heal Tongtong?

Tongtong was the first bacterial progeria patient he came into contact with. In any case, he had to restore Tongtong to health.

Li Rong suddenly realized how terrible a vortex of logic he had been induced by Zhang Zhaohe.

Standing on the top of the mountain, leaning over and looking down, it is easy to have the illusion of detachment. Guided by Zhang Zhaohe's words, he will feel that he is not one of the vast beings.

He is independent from the world and feels that everyone is sorry for him and that everyone is disgusting.

What he hates is a macro concept, and what he wants to save is a specific person.

For example, Tong Tong, who trusts that he likes him and will hug his legs coquettishly, wants her to recover and live a normal life, without having to suffer from illness for a lifetime.

He could do it, and she took him as hope.

That's all.

"Brother Li, what's the matter with you?" Tong Tong poked Li Rong's face with a soft index finger, and blinked at Li Rong with big eyes. Seeing that Li Rong's expression was wrong, she just stood obediently and didn't make a fool of yourself.

Li Rong smiled and patted her on the back lightly: "It's nothing, I was thinking about why you didn't go to kindergarten."

Tong Tong said brightly: "Stupid, today is the weekend!"

It was the first time that Li Rong was called stupid, and he laughed helplessly: "Okay, I forgot, brother Cen Wei is still waiting for me, then I have to go home."

Tongtong said softly: "Okay."

Li Rong went to say hello to Shen Gui and went back to the apartment.

When he arrived at the door of the house, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone to check, only to realize that Cen Wei had sent him a lot of text messages.

He was so confused, he didn't even look at it.

Pushing the door and entering, Li Rong felt the familiar aura in the house and let go of his defenses, only then did he feel exhausted.

Cen Wei heard the movement and came out of the study: "Come back, what should I have for dinner?"

Li Rong stood at the entrance and looked at Cen Wei, his eyelids trembling twice: "I sweat a lot, I want to take a shower first."

Cen Wei looked at him and frowned slightly.

Li Rong didn't hide his emotions, so he could see that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's talk after washing."

Li Rong changed his clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

The sound of water was pattering, and the bathroom was filled with thick mist. Half an hour later, Li Rong came out wearing a bath towel.

Cen Wei had been waiting at the door, and when he saw Li Rong come out, he raised his eyes, put the coffee cup on the dining table, took two steps forward, and gently stroked Li Rong's wet hair: "Baby, Zhang Zhaohe told you What's wrong?"

Li Rong's hair was very soft, like an innocent kitten after being soaked in water, the tips of the hair dripped with drops of water, and the lining of the earlobes was delicate and white.

Li Rong climbed up on Cen Wei's back with one hand, put his half-drenched body on Cen Wei's shirt, pressed his chin against Cen Wei's shoulder, and whispered, "Zhu Xin.

" She shrank suddenly, and then stroked Li Rong's neck and shoulders along Li Rong's hair.

The dry and warm palms brushed against the smooth skin, pressing Li Rong into his arms with a strong force: "But you listened."

If you didn't listen, you wouldn't be affected so much.

Although he is ruthless, his logic is meticulous, even in line with Li Rong's three views.

"Yes, but it's calmer now." Li Rong lowered his eyes and muttered.

Cen Wei's shirt was already wet by him, and the water from his hair dribbled through the shirt and slid down Cen Wei's skin.

Cen Wei smiled softly, smelling the sweet yuzu-scented shower gel between his nostrils, but he could also feel the tension in Li Rong's body.

"It's calmer, but it's still uncomfortable."

Li Rong bit his lower lip, tilted his head, leaned close to Cen Wei's ear, pressed against his earbone, and said in a pitiful tone like a kitten whimper, "Go, me."

Cen Wei 's breathing became heavier, pressing down on Li Rong's waist: "I can't ask for it."

He knew that Li Rong needed to vent, and he needed to clear some noises in his brain.

There's nothing more exhausting than exercising intimacy with a lover, especially, he knows how to please Li Rong.

He picked Li Rong up and carried him all the way back to the bedroom.

Before Cen Wei could take off the wet shirt, Li Rong rolled over and jumped up, straddling him, and rudely tugging at the buttons.

Like an unsatisfied little beast, taking some unimportant objects to vent.

After finally throwing his shirt and trousers aside, Li Rong stopped making a fuss. He looked at Cen Wei with moist eyes, first stretched his lower lip, and then panted and ordered, "Be tough."