I'm sorry, you are responsible for me

Chapter 57 He Kneeled All Night (1)
All he wanted in his life was to be ashamed of his heart, but now, he couldn't do it!He has failed his family, the woman he loves the most, and too many people...

Ye Jia took him back to his home, when Fu Shi heard a commotion coming out of the room, he saw two soaked chickens enter the house, one of them was the soaked chicken whose neck was wiped and bled.

"Leaves!" he exclaimed.

Ye Jia hurriedly made a shush gesture: "Don't wake up the soup dumpling."

Fu Shi immediately fell silent.

"Go to the bathroom and turn on the hot water." Ye Jia told Fu Shi. Fu Shi looked hesitantly at Qin Jin who was lying on the sofa in front of him. Without hesitation, he ran to the bathroom and put hot water in the bathtub.

Ye Jia took off his already soaked coat, picked up a towel to wipe his wet hair, and looked at Qin Jin: "Are you sure...you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"Skin trauma." Qin Jin didn't want to go to the hospital, and he didn't want to be known by Brother Nine's events today. Ye Jia was already eye-catching enough, so he didn't want to cause trouble.

"Then you..." Seeing that the clothes on his body could no longer distinguish between rain and blood, Ye Jia finally said, "Go to the bathroom first and wipe off the blood on your body. I have a medicine kit, and you can treat the wound on your own." , change clothes." She added, "Don't make my house dirty, it's not easy to clean."

Qin Jin thought for a while and nodded.Ye Jia helped him to the bathroom and sat down. She called Fu Shi to the door of the bathroom and handed him a clean white towel: "Give this Uncle Qin a wipe."

Fu Shi looked reluctant: "He's a bad guy!"

"Mom is outside, if he dares to do anything." Ye Jia pulled out a shiny kitchen knife from the cabinet, "I'll cut him."

Fu Shi finally grunted and went into the bathroom.

Qin Jin took off his wet coat. In the hazy mist, the muscles on his body were tight and strong. There were several bruises on his waist and abdomen caused by the beating with sticks, and some old wounds were opened again, and fresh blood flowed out. There was a broken skin wound on his forehead, which was not bleeding now.

Fu Shi looked at his body in disgust, and handed him the towel: "You can wipe it yourself."

Qin Jin didn't say anything, took the towel, dipped it in water, and wiped his muscular arm little by little, carefully avoiding touching the wound.

Fu Shi stood by the side, looked at his whole body, and couldn't help but wonder how the muscles in this body were trained.

Noticing Fu Shi's gaze, Qin Jin looked at him, and he immediately turned his face away, being caught peeking, Fu Shi couldn't help but blush.

"Are you envious?" Qin Jin broke the silence suddenly, and patted the tendons on his body.

"Tch." Fu Shi snorted coldly, "Bai has a lot of muscles, but he still gets beaten. There's nothing to be envious of."

Qin Jin smiled and didn't refute, just said: "After you get a wife, you will know the benefits of it, not just being able to fight."

Outside the door, Ye Jia patted the door heavily: "There is no end! Don't speak dirty words to my son!"

And listening to the wall...

"Son, come here and wipe my back." Qin Jin threw the towel in Fu Shi's hand.

"Who is your son." Fu Shi came over reluctantly, dipped in water and wiped Qin Jin's back. His movements were very gentle, carefully avoiding the wound on Qin Jin's back.

"You didn't get the scar on your back today, did you?" Fu Shi asked him hesitantly.

"I used to fight with people and cut them off." Qin Jin said nonsense.

Fu Shi stretched out his soft little hand, and touched the large, uneven and hideous scar: "You lied to a child, the knife wound is not like this."

Qin Jin glanced back at him, as if he was not a child.

"Burn it."

"That's not like that, I've seen the Science Channel, and burn scars don't look like that."

It was a wound caused by stray bullet fragments penetrating into the skin, and the shrapnel are still embedded in the skin and have not been removed.

"Why do you care so much? It's none of your business, just be your child!" Qin Jin finally got impatient.

"Who cares about you!" Fu Shi threw the towel on Qin Jin's body and turned to go out.

annoying!This guy is more annoying than Cheng Yu!

"Brat, you have a big temper." Qin Jin snorted to himself.

Ye Jia stood at the door, still holding the medicine bag in his hand, watching Fu Shi push the door out, go upstairs angrily, and glanced at the misty bathroom, feeling a bit in a dilemma.

"Hey, you made my son angry, and you will take the medicine yourself later." Ye Jia shouted at the door, "I will leave the medicine box and the change of clothes at the door."

"Yeah." A muffled groan came from the bathroom.

Ye Jia was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the TV programs bored, about 10 minutes later, Tang Bao was holding the rabbit doll, wearing soft slippers, came down from upstairs, squinting, with a tired sleepiness on his face, He yelled in a daze, "Mum, I... I heard... I heard... Dad..."

Before she finished speaking, the bathroom door opened with a click. Qin Jin came out of the bathroom wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of shorts, with a white bandage wrapped around his arm and a white gauze on his forehead.

When Tang Bao saw him, he became sober for a moment, and ran down the stairs in his slippers, shouting, "Dad!"

Ye Jia turned her head and was stunned for a moment.

She was wearing Fu Zhiyan's clothes. Ye Jia firmly believed that he was still alive, so when she came, she brought his clothes, even if the hope was slim...

The size of the clothes is just right, and the hair hangs down, blocking the face, isn't it... him?
Tang Bao ran over and hugged Qin Jin's leg.

Qin Jin was wounded and couldn't hug her, so he could only pat her head lovingly.

Ye Jia covered her mouth and watched him bring the soup bag into the living room, she couldn't believe it, how could there be two people who are so similar but completely different in the world?
Qin Jin came over and sat on the sofa. Tang Bao sat beside him obediently. He stopped the action of lighting a cigarette, and he put the cigarette case on the table again.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Jin noticed Ye Jia's gaze.

"You are wearing my husband's clothes."

Qin Jin was slightly taken aback, and looked at his body. He just put it on unconsciously, without thinking too much at all.

"Do you want me to take it off?" He gestured to take off his clothes.

"Don't." Ye Jia sniffed, and sat on a chair far away, "It's better to wear it, anyway..."

Anyway, he hasn't... gone home for a long time.

"Father, you... will you... stay... come down?" Tang Bao looked up at Qin Jin and stammered.

Qin Jin looked at Ye Jia with raised eyebrows, and said meaningfully, "I'll ask your mommy about this!"

Ye Jia frowned slightly, he clearly resembled him, but... very unlike him.

"The soup dumpling is uncle, not father." Ye Jia tried to correct the soup dumpling, "Uncle Qin."

"Dad." Tang Bao was more stubborn than ever, and hugged Qin Jin's arm: "Tang Bao...today...tonight I will sleep with Dad."

"No!" Ye Jia raised her voice and sternly refused.

How could you be so defenseless!She is about to start to review her lack of education... She has taught soup dumplings before, and she should not be too intimate with strange boys, or even familiar opposite sex. In this regard, soup dumplings have never worried her, no Knowing this guy, how could he eat her to death? It was as if he really met his own father when he met him.

"Tangbao, sit by Mommy's side!" Ye Jia waved to her.

Tang Bao was extremely reluctant, and held on to Qin Jin's sleeve firmly.

"I'll count to three..." Ye Jia frowned, and her tone became more severe.

Qin Jin bowed his head, and said softly to Tang Bao: "Be obedient, go to mom's place, otherwise mom will drive uncle out if she gets angry."

Tang Bao reluctantly put on her cotton slippers again, and walked to Ye Jia reluctantly. Ye Jia took her over and pushed her to the side of the stairs: "Go to sleep."

Tang Bao looked back at Qin Jin with nostalgia, Qin Jin nodded to her, and then she turned and walked towards the stairs, just a few steps away, Ye Jia suddenly stopped her: "Tang Bao, wait. "

Tang Bao turned around in a daze.

"Can you tell Mommy why you called him Dad?" Ye Jia pointed at Qin Jin with his fingertips.

Why do you want to call him Dad?

Tang Bao twisted his little pajamas, lowered his head, frowned tightly, thinking hard.

For her, this question seems a bit... out of line.

"Father..." She muttered to herself again, "Father."

She began to reach out, pulling her hair randomly one by one: "Dad..."

"Soup buns." Qin Jin called her suddenly, with a low and soft voice, "Go to sleep."

Tang Bao looked up at Ye Jia again.

Ye Jia sighed, "Good night."

As if the soup dumpling had been released, he said cheerfully, "Mummy, Dad, good night."

The living room became quiet again, and the two looked at each other in silence.

Ye Jia looked out the window, the heavy rain hadn't stopped yet, she asked him: "Are you going home, or staying?"

Qin Jin shrugged: "The decision seems to be in your hands."

After a long time, Ye Jia got up and went back to the room, hugged a clean sheet, got down, and threw it in the living room: "For the sake of saving me, I'll let you stay for one night today, and we'll pay."

"I can't clear it." Qin Jin smiled.

"what?"

"Unless you leave Nancheng."

Ye Jia walked in front of him, lowered his eyes, looked at him condescendingly, and asked word by word: "Why, do you want me to leave so much?"

Qin Jin also no longer fooled around, but said seriously: "You are a beautiful single young woman with two children, how many pairs of coveted eyes will you attract."

"That's none of your business."

"Why is it none of my business?"

"Why is it none of your business?"

Qin Jin looked at her, as expected, he was still suspicious, and wanted to test her all the time.

He smiled and looked at her meaningfully: "I said I like you quite a bit. Is this reason convincing enough?"

Ye Jia's heart trembled inexplicably. It's not that no one had confessed to her in the past, but except for that person, she had never had a heartbeat.

"No." Ye Jia shook his head.

Qin Jin was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)