Develop your own protagonist into a strong attack

Chapter 38 The Truth

"Xiao Jin!"

Song Yan shouted with all his strength, stepped forward and grabbed Mu Jin's arm, and said worriedly:

"Xiao Jin...you..." It's useless to run away like this, Song Yan wanted to say this, but the protagonist threw him into his arms in the next second.

"Brother, Xiao Jin..." Mu Jin hugged her brother and buried her whole body on Song Yan's chest.

Song Yan looked troubled, he was at a loss, he didn't know how to comfort the protagonist, he patted the protagonist's back lightly, and said softly:

"Xiao Jin, brother doesn't want to know anymore, let's go home"

Mu Jin who heard the word "go home" suddenly withdrew from Song Yan's embrace excitedly.

"No! I don't want to go home! That's not home!"

Song Yan could clearly see at this moment that there were still tears on the beautiful face of the protagonist.

"Okay, we're not going home!" Song Yan took the opportunity to comfort Mu Jin and sighed helplessly.

In the end, the protagonist was still placed in the hotel. Song Yan held Mu Jin's hand, feeling the force coming from Mu Jin.

"Xiao Jin, do you want to take a bath first?"

At this moment, Mu Jin was lowering his head, making it difficult for people to see his current expression. Song Yan vaguely felt that Mu Jin lowered his head slightly.

Song Yan smiled back. It seems that the protagonist is still willing to listen to him. His concern for the protagonist is rewarded!

Walk into the bathroom, put the hot water first, and then pull the protagonist in.

Gently wiped his face first, and had to sigh, the protagonist's face was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

"Brother, take off your clothes and take a bath first, is it okay?"

As soon as the words fell, I felt Mu Jin's slender long eyelashes blinking non-stop, and her body stiffened subconsciously, but in the end she still didn't resist, and quietly watched her brother take off his clothes.

Holding Mu Jin in the bathtub, Song Yan couldn't help complaining, damn it!He is not a young master, he is simply a full-time nanny!

Song Yan looked at Mu Jin, feeling distressed in his heart, as if looking at his own son. The protagonist's body is slender, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. This is exactly what Xiao Shou looks like. , it seems that his road to strong attack is very difficult!

"Two years ago, I moved out from my grandfather's house and returned home..."

Song Yan, who was helping the protagonist wipe his body, almost trembled when he heard Mu Jin speak, and the towel was about to fall off.

"At the beginning, my father and my elder brothers treated me very well, so good that I think we are a real family"

Mu Jin's voice at the moment is low and dull, but it seems to be suppressing a slight choking.

"And not long ago, it was my 16th birthday. My father and brothers were helping me celebrate my birthday. We drank wine, but..."

Mu Jin stopped like this, and Song Yan's movements subconsciously stopped. He could clearly see that the protagonist's eyes were red in the mist, and water flowed down his cheeks. tears.

"But... yes, after I got drunk, I clearly felt that father and brothers..."

Mu Jin's tears grew more and more, falling into the bathtub, making a burst of noise, Song Yan was slightly stunned, in the mist, Mu Jin's face looked hazy, and his eyes were quietly reddened.

"Xiao Jin..."

"Brother, that's my father, that's my brother, why..."

Mu Jin threw himself into Song Yan's arms all of a sudden, and his body was the most direct, which made Song Yan a little uncomfortable, but he still hugged Mu Jin tightly.

"Sorry……"

Song Yan didn't know what to say. He thought it was just a novel, but when he got in touch with it, he realized that it was not the same thing.

Mu Jin clung to her elder brother tightly, holding Song Yan with both hands, with a slight cry and grievance.

"elder brother……"

Song Yan was silent, but in the next second Song Yan was almost excited and wanted to throw the protagonist out.

The protagonist... he, he... actually...

"Brother...help me...help..."

Mu Jin buried her whole body in Song Yan's arms, her lower body pressed tightly against Song Yan, her slender and white hands gradually stretched underneath, pushed aside Song Yan's legs, and squeezed in.

"Xiao Jin!"

Song Yan wanted to resist, but he didn't dare to think of the protagonist's current situation.