What About Plato?

Wen Yun penetrated into a non-CP pseudo-supernatural urban novel and became the cannon fodder of the male protagonist who disliked the poor and loved the rich, and abandoned his disabled fiancé. In the original work, the male protagonist Meng Baichuan betrayed his family and became a gangster. Years later, he became a business tycoon worth over 100 million yuan. The first thing he did was to capture the little cannon fodder and imprison him for life. At this moment, Wen Yun looked at the lonely man sitting in the wheelchair in front of him and thought: This is too much punishment! Instead of waiting to be locked up in a dark room later, it is better to hug your thighs tightly now. He forced out a flattering and flattering smile and leaned over: "Fiancé, thighs, hug!" The man sat in a wheelchair and looked down at him. He was silent for a long time: "Do you know what you will face if you choose me?" Wen Yun's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Plato!" Super loud. The man's face was visibly darkened. Not long after the marriage, the fiancé suddenly became rich. Wen Yun lived a good life in advance, eating and waiting to die, counting money until his hands cramped. The only thing that puzzled him was one thing. Every day when he wakes up, he will have some bruises on his body, including pinch marks, bite marks, and unexplained bruises. His mental state was getting weaker day by day, as if his energy had been sucked dry by something. Wen Yun flipped through the original book, becoming more and more panicked as he read it. "This book is wrong. Isn't it pseudo-supernatural as promised?" Suspecting that there was something dirty in the house, Wen Yun was so scared that he huddled under the quilt every night and did not dare to move. Until an accident, he discovered a rule. As long as he slept next to Meng Baichuan, he would never be pressed into bed by a ghost. That night, Wen Yun rushed over with tears in his eyes: "Brother, from today on I sleep with you! You protect me!" The man leaned on the bedside, flipping through the book slowly, and raised his eyelids when he heard this: "Honey, give me a hug." Wen Yun got into his arms without hesitation and rubbed against him. From an angle that he couldn't see, the man lowered his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. My wife who throws herself into my arms is so good. After a long time, Wen Yun finally discovered the truth. What the hell, those marks were all kissed, bitten, and pinched by Meng Baichuan while he was asleep. This so-called "disabled" man would do evil things to him every night until dawn, and then he would sit back in the wheelchair without anyone noticing. Wen Yun was so angry that he hammered the bed and was furious. "What about Plato!!!" The man was sitting in a wheelchair, tilting his head with an innocent expression. "You said it, but I didn't agree." Small theater Out of concern, Wen Yun forced Meng Baichuan to undergo a comprehensive physical examination. The doctor looked at the CT film with wonder in his eyes: "Sir, your leg has recovered very well. Can I ask how you usually recover?" The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and he said meaningfully: "The most important thing is to recover every night." A lively and optimistic straight man with little sunshine × a dank man with a black belly and paranoid attack Intention: Live hard every day! ! !