The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Byrne drew the curtains and walked towards the sofa, and lit a cigarette while sitting down, leaning on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling, slowly exhaling smoke.

Byrne kept wondering if he would have been depressed if he hadn't gone to see Shen Cheng at that time.

The answer is yes, even more serious than depression, and the heart may be overwhelmed by guilt.

It was Shen Yu's trust that made him feel that his persistence was not wrong, and it was right to do so.

He is not a saint, and he has no great idea of ​​saving the common people. He just wants the people he likes to live well.

Byrne sat for an hour, sitting alone in a room with no lights on, smoking one cigarette after another.

Da Siyu on the bed, he rolled over and pulled his wound and woke up in pain.

When he woke up, he could smell the smoke in the room. Although the smell was not very strong, he could still smell it.

Knowing that it was Byrne, Da Siyu struggled to sit up and looked for Byrne, and then saw a small red dot on the sofa five or six meters away from him, and at a glance he knew it was the cigarette in Byrne's hand.

Hearing the movement on the big bed, Byrne, who leaned on the sofa and smoked towards the ceiling, looked up.

The room with the curtains drawn was too dark, and Byrne didn't know that Da Siyu had woken up and was sitting on the head of the bed, thinking that Da Siyu had just turned over.

But Da Siyu knew that Byrne was looking at him, because if there was any movement, Byrne would definitely look at him.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Da Siyu took the initiative to speak.

Byrne paused as he leaned back on the sofa and continued to blow smoke towards the ceiling, only then did he know that Da Siyu had woken up.

He hastily exhaled the last puff of his cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and immediately got up and walked towards the big bed, but halfway through he walked towards the window and opened the curtains to diffuse the smell of smoke in the room.

He originally wanted to finish smoking a cigarette and leave, but just thinking about how to find the king's criminal evidence, he forgot the time for a while, and only when Da Siyu called him did he realize that he had smoked almost half a pack sitting here Smoke, now the whole room smells of smoke.

"Just thinking about things, I didn't expect to smoke so much."

After drawing the curtains and ventilating, Byrne walked towards the big bed, sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Da Siyu's forehead.

He thought Da Siyu woke up because he was uncomfortable, but he was fine.

"Thirsty?"

Byrne took his hand away from Da Siyu's forehead and asked.

Da Si Yu wanted to say no, but he was really thirsty, so he nodded.

"wait for me."

Byrne got up and walked to the coffee table, poured a glass of water for Da Siyu, then walked back to the bed, sat back on the bed and handed the water to Da Siyu.

Da Siyu took the water and drank it carefully. Now that he is injured, if he chokes, he will definitely cough him to death.

Worried, Byrne touched Da Siyu's forehead again, and he was really relieved after repeatedly confirming that Da Siyu didn't have a fever.

Da Siyu quietly looked at Byrne with a worried face. Now that the curtains were opened and the moonlight came into the room, he could clearly see Byrne's expression.

"uncomfortable?"

Byrne reached out and rubbed Da Siyu's head and asked softly.

Da Siyu shook his head and handed the empty cup to Byrne.

Byrne took the empty cup and put it on the bedside table beside him, then pulled away Da Siyu's nightgown to check the straps of Da Siyu, because he guessed that Da Siyu would wake up suddenly, probably because he pulled the wound when he turned over and was awakened by the pain .

Da Siyu himself looked down at the wound, but fortunately there was no bleeding.

"You like to turn over too much when you sleep."

As he spoke, Byrne closed Da Siyu's nightgown and helped him pull it up carefully.

"It's not something I can control." Da Siyu muttered.

Byrne laughed inexplicably, because Da Siyu's words seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum.

"Our Lord Duke is angry? Was I wronged?"

Byrne touched Da Siyu's head again, the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed anymore.

How could Da Siyu not see the smile on Byrne's face, and patted Byrne's big hand, "Am I Xiaomiao?"

Byrne was amused again, "Of course you are not Xiao Miao, he is my son and you are my wife."

He also heard Byrne calling his wife Da Siyu's face speechless, but there was no frown and displeasure like before. I guess Byrne talked too much and he was numb too!Anyway, Byrne was just having fun with his mouth, and he wouldn't listen to Byrne when he said it.

"It's raining red, and the Duke doesn't scold me anymore?"

Da Siyu was so calm, which made Byrne very puzzled. He looked at Da Siyu with raised eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Da Siyu, who was leaning on the bed, gave Byrne a glance, with the words written on his face: You will listen to me if I tell you? "

Byrne understood, and the corners of his mouth curled up again, "It really won't."

"Then why should I waste my tongue?"

Da Siyu glanced at Byrne who was sitting by the bed.

After hearing this, Byrne chuckled, rubbed the back of Da Siyu's hand and looked at Da Siyu and said, "How can it be a waste of words, as long as you say it, I will do it. I always listen to my wife."

This is a proper dig for Da Siyu. If Da Siyu really preaches, it means that he is Byrne's wife by default.

Da Siyu is not stupid, how could he fail to recognize that this is a trap.

"Why doesn't your lord the Duke stop talking and preaching?"

Byrne continued to play Da Si Yu's routine with a smile, rubbing the back of Da Si Yu's hand all the time.

In fact, he knew that Da Siyu would not be tricked, he just thought it was fun to tease Da Siyu like this.

How could Da Siyu not be able to see it, did not answer, glanced at Byrne who was still wearing casual clothes, and asked, "Why haven't you taken a shower so late?"

"Your Duke, do you mean to invite me to stay overnight?" Byrne raised his eyebrows instantly.

"If you don't want to talk to me, just say so."

Da Siyu got a little angry and frowned.

"Why don't you want to talk to you? Don't be angry. You don't know that I'm just being mean."

Byrne quickly apologized, Da Siyu was really angry and he couldn't coax him well.

Da Siyu was indeed very angry, because Byrne was always dishonest.

"Don't be angry, I'll just talk."

Byrne coaxed Da Siyu softly, with apology in his eyes.

Seeing Byrne's expression, Da Siyu closed his mouth and swallowed the words in his throat.

He didn't want to get angry, it was Byrne who always made him angry.

"Hit me if you can't get angry, don't get angry."

Byrne continued to coax him in a low voice, reached out and touched Da Siyu's face, stroking gently with his fingertips.

Da Siyu didn't slap Byrne's hand away, and slowly got used to Byrne's touch.

It would be a lie for Byrne to say that he was unhappy. Usually, he would warn him when he touched Da Siyu like this.

Does this mean he doesn't hate me?

Byrne and Da Siyu looked at each other, looking into Da Siyu's eyes, as if he wanted to ask the answer, but he didn't dare to speak, and tried his best to restrain his emotions.

But how could he restrain himself, Da Siyu sat in front of him alive, allowing himself to touch it.

Byrne's breathing became a little hotter, and the eyes looking at Da Siyu were full of longing, and the big hand touching Da Siyu's face was very hot, very hot.