C7 He Relied on the Gold Mine(5)

What is it? Jing Hua looked at the light. It was the new hot water.

He was just about to open his mouth when he realized that Shen Chu did not wait for him. He had already walked to the staircase and shook his head repeatedly.

He had a really bad temper. He did not catch it and smashed it on his body.

He shook his shoulders and immediately followed. He put on a shirt. It was quite cold at night.

When Jing Hua came to the door, he found that the door was half-closed. It seemed like he was not particularly angry that she did not lock him outside the door.

When he pushed the door open, he found that there was no one in the room, but the lights were brightly lit. Jing Hua changed into a pair of slippers and went to the bathroom to get some water.

He quietly went to the pocket where his coat was hanging in the room and took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He went to the window next to the bathroom and opened the window. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He would take a few deep breaths from time to time. This was the antidote for his worries.

The smell of smoke slowly filled the corridor. When Shen Chu came out, Jing Hua had just finished smoking his third cigarette.

His body was covered in smoke that had yet to dissipate. Shen Chu walked over and stopped him from burning the cigarette again.

"Still smoking?" Shen Chu took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took the lighter and lit it up. He took a puff and held it between his fingers.

Jing Hua watched him spit out the cigarette skillfully. He frowned and took the cigarette in his hand to extinguish it. "You learned this in school?"

Shen Chu looked at him lightly as if he was saying, If you can, why can't I?

Jing Hua frowned even more. "Kid, don't smoke. "

Shen Chu lazily put his hand on the window and said, "You regret it. "

Jing Hua did not say anything. Shen Chu added, "Regret keeping me. "

"No, I regret picking me up. "

Jing Hua turned around and looked at him. The young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he raised his sharp claws like an angry little beast.

When did he pick up this bad-tempered young man? He even used the word kept to describe him.

Memories filled with memories slowly unfolded.

That year, he operated on acute appendicitis. When he was hospitalized, he saw this child sitting in a daze in the long corridor of the patient's walk. He went over and patted his shoulder. Coincidentally, this person had the same pair of eyes as Lin Rann. He asked about the situation in detail and paid for his critically ill father's medical fees. Then, he packed the child and brought him here.

At the beginning, the youth was very vigilant and did not accept it. He looked into his eyes, and then he randomly mentioned keeping a mistress.

The youth took a deep breath and agreed. There was still a trace of relief in his eyes.

Then, the young man's father passed away, and he took care of the funeral for him. After that, it had always been him accompanying the young man, or it could be said that the young man accompanied him. From small and complicated matters to chatting when he was in a bad mood, it seemed like there was nothing he could say.

He also took care of the young man's matters at school, ate, and accommodations. He did not seem like a mistress, but more like a son.

It was not that he could not tell that the young man's attitude towards him had gradually changed. It was just that he loved Lin Rann and his age.

Most of the time, he was compensating him and treating him as a substitute.

Jing Hua pulled Shen Chu's hand, which was placed by the window, and closed the window. He spoke carefully. "I do not regret bringing you back, but you know I do not have any bad intentions towards you. It's just that Shen Chu, you should gradually understand that what I did back then was wrong. "

"Regarding the matter of keeping you, it doesn't exist at all. The truth is that I'm more like. . . Adopting you. "

Jing Hua spoke earnestly. When he turned around, he found that the young man in front of him was no longer here.

Alright, it was all in vain again.

Jing Hua helplessly took the cigarette and lighter from him and went back to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

He felt that he might be the one who was brought home. This guy had a scary temper.