Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 142

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there are occasional thunder and lightning flashes. The magic is that the moon is shining, but fortunately, the road can be seen.

Wei Ziqing seldom goes out, let alone here by the river, and has never been here.

I estimated that I came to the riverside, and there was indeed a bright lamp hanging in front of a low thatched hut. When I got closer, I saw that the enshrinement inside was indeed a Buddha statue.

This Buddha statue seems to be newly renovated, the paint on it is blood red, and there are still wet inks flowing down, the eyes of the Buddha statue are slightly opened, Wei Ziqing looks at each other and almost throws the umbrella in his hand.

Inexplicably, I felt a chill down my back, a little creepy.

"Forgive me, the Buddha, the disciple is just taking shelter from the rain."

Wei Ziqing muttered in a low voice, but his heart was still fuzzy, he knew his own origin best, and always felt uncomfortable when he encountered something from the Buddhist school.

Wei Ziqing stayed in the temple for a while and couldn't stand anymore. He would rather go out and get drenched than accept the gaze of the Buddha statue.

He opened the umbrella and rushed into the rain again, the cold wind blew by, Wei Ziqing tightened his clothes, and cast his eyes on the river involuntarily.

what is that? !

A dark object sank slowly on the surface of the river. Wei Ziqing, who was already frightened by the Buddha statue, was out of his mind, water ghost?

Wei Ziqing swallowed, and couldn't help but move back.

Just to take another look?Is it a figure?

The figure is not only sinking, but walking towards the center of the river.

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the surface of the river for a moment, and Wei Ziqing's heart rose to his throat.

What a person!Now the water was up to his shoulders!

"Dangerous! Don't go in the middle!"

The man in the middle of the lake seemed to stop.

Wei Ziqing's desire to save others gained the upper hand, and rushed to the riverside eagerly.

"Come up quickly! Don't do stupid things!"

The people in the middle of the river started to move again, they seemed to ignore his persuasion, and still sank.

Wei Ziqing didn't know how to swim, so he stood by the river and was anxious. The soil by the river was slippery and it had just rained. Wei Ziqing didn't care much and fell into the river.

The water on the shore is shallow, but anyone who has experience knows that the silt here is the slipperiest, and the shore is right in front of you, but you can't get up there.

Especially those who can't swim, the more panicked and struggling, the farther away from the shore.

"Uh-help-uh, life, help!"

Wei Ziqing closed his eyes in despair, his mind was full of thoughts about his child, his child——

He grabbed the mud on the shore indiscriminately, his feet slipped and he couldn't step on something. Suddenly something came to him, and he grabbed it subconsciously.

Immediately, he was hugged by a pair of arms, and then felt the solid feeling of touching the ground. Wei Ziqing's whole body tensed up in fear, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the rain.

Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, who is the person anxiously calling his name in front of him?so familiar...

"Brother Qing!"

With Xiao Yezi's voice next to his ear, Wei Ziqing really felt at ease, tilted his head, and passed out.

Wei Ziqing was awakened by the violent quarrel and the sharp cry of the child.

Wei Ziqing didn't even open his eyes, and the first sentence was: "Popo, Mrs. Qin, bring Popo here."

The quarrel stopped abruptly, and then there was a breeze, and someone approached by the bed, and grabbed his hand.

"Is there any discomfort?"

Wei Ziqing frowned, his mind instantly cleared up, and he opened his eyes to look at the man beside the bed.

He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly seemed to wake up, and retracted his hand when he got the electric shock.

"Who are you! I'll go, grab my hand if you're sick? Xiao Yezi, are you dead?"

The terrified and angry tone, the outburst of foul language, and the disgusted look in the eyes of strangers.

Song Boming could hardly connect the person in front of him with Brother Qing.

He suppressed his restless heart, and said softly: "Is it uncomfortable? You lie down again, and I will take you back to Beijing in the afternoon, and find the best doctor to take a look at your body."

Wei Ziqing frowned and looked at him a few times, but ignored him, but turned to look at the silent little leaf.

"You know him?"

Xiao Ye Zi took a deep look at him and nodded.

"I know it too?"

"Ah."

"I know him well?"

Xiao Yezi was expressionless, and after a long silence, she finally uttered: "Almost."

Song Boming turned around and looked directly: "Almost?"

"Secret envoy, I told you, brother Qing doesn't recognize you, you saw it, can you go?"

"Nighthawk, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

The long-standing superior-subordinate relationship caused Xiao Yezi to tilt her head unnaturally.

"You are not good to him, you shouldn't bother him again."

"Oh? I didn't treat him well. Could it be that you are kind to him? You want to sneak in while Brother Qing's memory is confused? You don't even dare to mention my past with Brother Qing?"

Song Boming was aggressive, and Xiao Yezi refused to give in: "I really told Brother Qing about you, do you think he will forgive you when he thinks about it? Do you want me to really tell you?"

"you……"

"enough!"

The two were still arguing, Wei Ziqing had a splitting headache, he glared at the strange man: "I don't care if I have memory problems, I really can't remember who you are now, but no matter what, Xiao Yezi is sincere Take care of me, treat me well, what kind of thing are you telling him what to do? You go out—”

Song Poming looked at Brother Qing who sat up on the bed and pointed at the door in disbelief: "I am your man, the father of the child, you let me out? Let this man stay?"

?

man?

Wei Ziqing narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Yezi: "Is the child his?"

Xiao Ye Zi seemed extremely unwilling to do this, her chest was bulging with anger, and she refused to answer.

Wei Ziqing came to a realization, knowing that what this man said was probably true, after all - this man with all his tendons and tough masculinity, apart from looking a bit reckless, it was quite in line with his aesthetics.

If Song Boming knew that Wei Ziqing saw him for the first time after he lost his memory, and the evaluation he gave was reckless, he would regret to death that he did not perform well. Back then, Wei Ziqing loved his calmness!

Wei Ziqing called Mrs. Qin to come in and take the child.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was not right, Mrs. Qin didn't dare to make a sound, she gave Xiao Yezi several white winks, and Xiao Yezi reluctantly followed Mrs Qin out.

Wei Ziqing hugged the little baby in his arms, and tapped his cheek twice with his finger. The baby who finally fell asleep chattered uncomfortably, and almost woke up.

The man on the side looked at the sleeping child being teased by Wei Ziqing, he was full of heartache, and couldn't help but said: "Let the child sleep."

Wei Ziqing looked at the person in front of him disdainfully.

"How many properties do you own?"

Song Boming could barely keep up with Wei Ziqing's rhythm, but now is a dangerous period, and he answered honestly any questions that escaped him.

"Yes, there are two houses in my hometown."

"What is your job? Is it stable?"

"For now, no."

Wei Ziqing frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with this.

"Is there any savings?"

Song Boming looked dazed, Wei Ziqing kept the family's money for the deposit, but after Brother Qing left, he really didn't pay attention to it, so he couldn't help but shook his head.

"No……"

Wei Ziqing's eyes widened in disbelief: "You're actually a softie? Oh my god—do I have a crush on you?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the crotch of the man's lower body, and he, no, did he really have a pretty face for a moment of pleasure?

Song Boming's lower abdomen felt hot when he was stared at by Brother Qing's naked eyes, and he almost reacted.

But he also heard that Brother Qing disliked him, and hurriedly explained: "You can find a job, and it's no problem to support you!"

Wei Ziqing pursed his lips, the impression of the people in front of him was really bad, a strong young man with hands and feet actually relied on soft food, although he was not short of money, he couldn't be willing to degenerate and find such a person.

"Say it, make an offer."

"what?"

Wei Ziqing said impatiently: "How much money can buy you, don't bother me, and, after taking the money, you are not allowed to mention that you are the father of the child outside."

After a long time of no response, Wei Ziqing raised his head and saw the man staring at him, his eyes were full of sadness and depression.

Seems like a bit too much?

Wei Ziqing's face softened: "I didn't mean that—"

The man's eyes lit up.

"What I mean is that if a child has a father who is not capable, it is not good for the child. Although it hurts to be honest, I still hope you understand."

Wei Ziqing's face was apologetic, so sincere that Song Boming almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Not capable?

Song Boming wanted to defend himself, but he was silent when he thought that he almost couldn't even protect Brother Qing.

Wei Ziqing comforted: "If you do this, tell me the address. When I return to An County, I will give you the money."

Song Boming lowered his head, leaning on the bed with one hand, his eyes were hot: "I don't want money, I want you."

Wei Ziqing blushed, "Fuck, so flirtatious, he deserves to be the child's father."

Wei Ziqing said in a strange way: "You can think about it again, I will give you time."

"Then can I stay?"

"what?"

Song Boming stared at him seriously through the child: "Can I stay with you before I decide whether I want money or not?"

Wei Ziqing swallowed, and nodded.

Song Boming seemed to have discovered Wei Ziqing's life gate, and moved closer, looking down at him from top to bottom: "I hope you can remember me as soon as possible, and don't make me wait too long."

"Don't make me wait too long?"

Wei Ziqing thought of this sentence in the middle of the night, and chewed it over and over again, feeling like he had heard it somewhere before.

Wei Ziqing had no choice but to turn over while the child was smacking his mouth.

"Little ancestor, your hands are delicious? Wow - you made me a hand with your saliva, you are called a little disgusting!"

Wei Ziqing rubbed the clothes on Popo's body in disgust, and Popo opened his big eyes innocently, thinking that Eminem was playing with him, his little hands and feet danced together happily.

Wei Ziqing muttered: "You can't wake up during the day, but you are energetic at night. This ability is to toss me."

There was a knock on the door, and Wei Ziqing subconsciously thought it was Mrs. Qin bringing milk. Before this time, Mrs. Qin would bring a bowl of milk to feed Xiao Popo before going to sleep.

"Enter."

The door creaked open, Wei Ziqing turned sideways to tease Popo, thinking that Mrs. Qin was approaching behind.

"He doesn't look hungry, you put it on the table. By the way, don't deliver milk in the middle of the night. I don't worry about you when you are old. I can get out of bed and go by myself."

"I'll come later."

A deep voice sounded, startling Wei Ziqing, he pulled the quilt over his body indiscriminately, his face was full of anger.

"Who let you in!"

Song Boming put the milk on the table, leaned over and pulled the quilt off Xiao Popo's face

"You didn't let me in?"

Wei Ziqing was momentarily at a loss for words.

"You don't know what you think? You don't know the difference between a man and a gentleman?"

Song Boming stretched out his hand and skillfully helped Wei Ziqing tuck his hair behind his ears: "I haven't seen yours? You already have children, so why are you different from me?"

Author's gossip: Ah, why did you write Brother Qing as a scumbag hahaha, Song Boming is the abandoned little daughter-in-law?I'm sorry I can't write glass shards, even if it's amnesia and misunderstanding, we still have to be full of hormones, rush!