"A cripple, where can he run?" was the voice of the third brother Shen Qing who was watching the play indifferently.
"Find him and have someone take good care of him, or ask a servant to help him. Anyway, it doesn't matter to such a despicable person." was the joke from the fourth brother Shen Jia.
With a strangely red face, the young man lost his last bit of strength as he hurriedly pushed his wheelchair out of the karaoke hall.
"Mr. Shen will enter the Republic of China. On the 258th, I will introduce the plot to Mr. Shen."
"Due to the identity of the original owner's illegitimate children, the third brother Shen Qing and the fourth brother Shen Jia liked to play tricks on the original owner since childhood. The original owner's legs were also crippled because they rushed to climb a tree and deliberately did not let the original owner come down."
"This time, in order to celebrate the original owner's eighteenth birthday, they coaxed him to drink an overdose of medicine. The original owner was so weak that he passed away the moment he pushed the wheelchair out of the karaoke hall with all his strength."
The man in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes. Then a wave of heat surged into his heart, making it impossible for him to take care of those two idiots who were playing tricks without any boundaries.
The system introduction plot also said: "The original owner's character is simple. Please keep Mr. Shen's kindness and don't let his character collapse."
Even with the Chinese medicine at the moment, Shen Jun still knew that his legs were capable of walking. He stared at his fake disability and murmured: "Simple?"
There are also those who are innocent. He always feels that his brothers are not so cruel to him. Unfortunately...after all, he is too tolerant. He feels guilty towards his brothers because of his status as an illegitimate child. This life has been very difficult.
"Sir, are you okay?" a cautious voice asked.
"Don't touch me..." Shen Jiey raised his eyes, his eyes were scarlet. When he saw who was coming, they gradually turned into ordinary redness.
He has a handsome face with sharp edges, cool lips, and affectionate eyebrows. Even if he is dressed in ordinary clothes, he can't stop his outstanding appearance.
Lao Gong…
Shen drunkenly pursed his lips. From the harsh "Don't touch me" to the aggrieved "I feel uncomfortable..."
There was no sense of disobedience in the change of attitude, as if they had known each other for a long time and the gentleman had confessed to him after suffering. Ikawa also felt distressed.
"The male protagonist, Ming Jingchuan, was born an orphan. His character is simple and cute. He is twenty years old. He was fired by the newspaper for reporting something that was too real. He is currently unemployed."
The system once again affirmed to Mr. Shen: "The male protagonist is indeed a simple character, allowing Mr. Shen to do whatever he wants..."
Very obvious hint.
Shen Jun was relieved for a moment, and he didn't realize that his voice was whining because of the medicine: "Help me..."
Grasping the man's coarse cloth, Shen Yu used her last strength to pull the man down step by step, close to her, and said with great effort: "Help me...I'll give you what you want..."
Even if the unemployed man in the newspaper office has a simple personality, it can be seen that the clothes on Shen Jiu are expensive. He will not take advantage of other people's plight to make profits.
Igawa shook his head: "I'm taking you to the hospital, I'm not..."
Shen Yu took the initiative to hug him, raised his head, kissed Jingchuan's lips, and gently opened his teeth.
Igawa was surprised at his own change. This young man who was suddenly super sexy made his blood surge instantly.
Shen Jiu panted slightly, between the lips of the two of them touching each other, struggling to endure: "Help me...please..."
Her temperament is too soft, and she has a cold appearance, but now she actually has small breasts.
Jingchuan had many thoughts and was very confused. In Shen Ying's few words of "Help me", his reason was buried by his sensibility. He pushed him back to his small shabby house not far from the singing hall.