Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 385: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (24)

"Good boy, good boy... wooooooooooo..."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Bai Yichen, wrapped in a quilt, bit his lower lip and held his cell phone with his eyes wide open.

On the screen, a little black cat was pushing the swing again and again with its furry little paws. Sitting on the swing was a skinny rabbit, which looked a little bigger than the little black cat.

Bai Yichen muttered to himself.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, the good boy hasn't even played on the swing with me yet, what gives you the right, you stupid rabbit? You're so big and you still let the good boy push you, aren't you ashamed?"

Wow, wow, wow, the good boy must have been bullied by this rabbit!

His fingers felt a little itchy, and suddenly he felt evil.

This rabbit is so weak, it is understandable if it accidentally falls off the swing, right?

Bai Yichen found an excuse for his behavior.

Who made the rabbit's status column clearly say "suffering from a terminal illness"? What if the cute kid gets infected by it?

Although he could cure the kid, he would never allow it even if there was a one percent chance that the kid would suffer from the disease.

Besides, again——

Bai Yichen pursed his lips and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind.

The cub is obviously his, why should other animals get close to him! ?

When the swing on the screen rose slightly in an arc, Bai Yichen nodded lightly.

……

"hiss……"

"Brother, are you okay?"

The rope of the swing suddenly broke, and with the rope on the other side acting as a buffer, Long Ping'an fell on the grass. It was not serious, he was just scared.

Mo You's eyes were filled with tears, "Brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"No, it's not your fault." Long Ping'an stood up without any pain, took a breath and said, "It's probably because it hasn't been used for too long, the rope is badly worn, I should have checked it in advance."

"What a pity...you haven't sat down yet."

Mo You comforted him, "It's okay, we can make a better and bigger swing tomorrow, and then we can play together."

"That's right."

Long Ping'an clapped his hands, suddenly realizing what was going on, and became excited. "Okay, let's meet here tomorrow, and I'll bring the materials for the swing!"

Mo You thought about it for a while, feeling a little worried, "Why don't we meet at the place where we met today? I can also help my brother get his things."

The words of refusal came to his lips. Under Mo You's worried gaze, Long Ping'an felt warm in his heart and nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."

Look up inadvertently.

"Oh no! It's getting late, I have to go home, otherwise my dad will be so worried when he comes back and doesn't see me!"

Long Ping'an said goodbye in a hurry, "Xiaoyou, you must come see me tomorrow!"

Mo You waved his hand.

"Know it!"

Only when he could no longer see Long Ping'an did Mo You put away his overly naive expression. He had always been cautious in this regard.

A gentle breeze blew by. Mo You walked to the broken swing, squatted down, pointed at the shadow on the ground, and whispered.

"Mr. Monster, I know it's you."

A huge shadow rose from behind and gathered Mo You in its arms, placing its sharp and huge claws in front of Mo You, allowing him to hold them.

Leaning trustfully in the monster's arms, Mo You said coquettishly, "Mr. Monster is an idiot."

Then he got poked in the face.

Mo You narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to hold one of the monster's fingers. "If I hadn't reacted quickly, he might have checked the rope."

"Next time you do something bad, Mr. Monster, be careful~"

After saying that, he touched the monster's cheek with his palm, "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I will take care of the aftermath for Mr. Monster."

Mr. Monster just needs to do whatever he wants.

The monster lowered its head, and Mo You miraculously sensed the feeling of loss, which made his heart feel sour and depressed.

With a bewildered look in his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"You don't like me anymore?"

"I--"

Mo You has never been so anxious.

He was not afraid when facing the leader of a gang, he was not afraid when facing corpses all over the ground, he was not afraid when facing the verbal abuse from his family members, the only thing he was afraid of was that Mr. Monster would no longer pay attention to him.

Only in front of Mr. Monster does he act like a real child.

He hid his fear very well, fearing that Mr. Monster would leave him one day.

By then, he didn't know what he would do.

After all, the monster couldn't bear to see the humans it raised worried, no matter how much it shouted in its heart that it would kill anyone who tried to get close to Mo You.

The sharp claws, which contained the power to tear steel apart easily, were carefully placed on Mo You's back, holding him tightly, like a giant dragon guarding a treasure, not allowing anyone to covet it.

Mo You lay obediently in the monster's arms, his brows relaxed and his eyes looking at ease.

With Mr. Monster around, he doesn't have to fear anything.

No need to constantly think and calculate, no need to put on layers of disguise, no need to worry about how to get away if discovered...

"Hey?"

His body suddenly floated into the air and he was picked up.

Mo You then discovered that at some point, the monster had actually created a swing with black shadows. It was exactly the same as the one made by Long Ping'an, except that it was completely black.

The monster thought about it, and then stretched out another tentacle to wrap around Mo You's waist and the swing, so that he would not be thrown out suddenly.

Everything was ready. The monster nodded to show his satisfaction, melted into the shadow of the ground, and when it reappeared, it came behind Mo You.

"Mr. Monster, are you going to play on the swings with me?"

Mo You suddenly understood.

Mr. Monster...seems to be jealous.

This would explain the sudden cutting of the swing rope.

It turned out to be like this...

Don't want to be that close to other people?

That's why Long Ping'an fell down on purpose.

Mo You didn't feel scared when he discovered this, but was filled with joy instead.

The swing was slowly pushed forward.

There's no need to be jealous, Mr. Monster.

I only like you.

Mo You suddenly loosened his hands, held the monster's fingertips, and tried to let his own warmth touch that place.

There is joy in those curved eyes like honey, rich and sticky, sweet enough to touch people's hearts.

"Mr. Monster, we must always be together."

The monster didn't say anything, but moved its face closer to the boy, with its mouth just touching the boy's forehead and then leaving.

Mo You heard dull mumbling in a trance. It did not belong to any language, but more like meaningless snoring.

But he just knew it.

Mr. Monster is saying – OK.

……

"Ping An! Where have you been? I thought - what happened to you? Did someone bully you!?"

Long Ping'an came back at the right time. If he had come back a second later, Long Si would have gathered people and rushed out to look for people.

Seeing him come back, she was surprised at first, then frowned, "Tell Dad, were you bullied?"

He suppressed his temper for fear of scaring his son.

Long Ping'an waved his hands quickly, "No, no, I just accidentally fell off the swing, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Swing? Where did the swing come from? Who did you play on the swing with?"

A series of questions made Long Ping'an helpless. His father was really too worried about him, as if he was a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. He still felt a little suffocated occasionally, but he also knew that his father was just too worried about him.

Long Ping'an signaled Long Si to calm down and told him about his outing. He skipped over the children who spoke rudely to him and only emphasized that he had made a good friend.

Yes, kid.

"Dad, you don't know that although Xiaoyou is younger than me, he is very sensible and well-behaved, and is completely different from other naughty children. He did not stay away from me because of my poor health. Instead, he cared about me and was willing to play with me."

Long Si's first reaction was to wonder which rival's child this Xiao You was, waiting for an opportunity to get close to his son and threaten him.

I went through the children of those families in my mind, but found that none of the ages matched. It seemed that he was just an ordinary child.

He closed his mouth even though he wanted to say something. This was the first time Ping An was so happy since he fell ill, and he didn't want to spoil his fun.

Never mind, can’t he protect his own son?

At worst, we can just send a few people to follow and protect you secretly.

Although he had made plans, Long Si still tried to test him subtly, "Ping An likes him so much, why didn't you invite him to our house?"

Long Pingan was stunned and said angrily, "It's over. I was so happy that I forgot about it."

"But it doesn't matter. I made an appointment with him to play together tomorrow. It won't be too late to invite him then."

Long Si nodded and peeled an orange. "Whose child is he?"

"I don't know." Long Ping'an shook his head. "Xiao You should have just moved in. I haven't seen him before."

Long Si paused, "So, you don't know anything except the person's name and age?"

Long Ping'an blinked blankly, "It's not important. We will understand it slowly in the future anyway."

"Dad, why are you checking the household registration?"

Long Si said unhappily, "I'm just concerned about you! I'm afraid you'll be cheated!"

He regretted more than once that he raised his son too naive, looking like he could be tricked by just a few words, which was simply unbearable to watch.

"Well, you invite him to your house tomorrow, and I'll buy some food and cook a meal for you to celebrate that you've made a good friend."