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Chapter 765 The most sacred place in Young Master Yang's heart

Song Yan was also surprised when he saw the boy obediently held out his hand in the end.

But that was only a moment later, before he calmed down, smiling and squinting his eyes, after disinfection, he hung the boy with salt water neatly.

By the way, he took the bottle of medicine from Yang Moyan's hand and finished applying the medicine to the boy's tongue.

After putting the medicine on the tongue, it is indeed much better.

But the existence of the needle in the blood vessel did make Lin Zhaoxia move her wrist, which was not very comfortable.

Yang Moyan stretched out his hand to press down on her wrist, his eyes fell, his voice was very low, but it was also pleasant to hear, like a century-old red wine jar was opened, and a batch of people's ears said, "It will be fine soon, close your eyes and rest a little while."

At least Lin Zhaoxia felt that her ears were a little crisp.

She looked at Yang Moyan, her long eyelashes fluttering, and finally closed those twinkling eyes as she said.

Probably still uncomfortable, and the fever did not subside, but within a few minutes of closing her eyes, Lin Zhaoxia felt her eyelids heavy again, and a strong drowsiness swept over her, and she fell asleep again after a while.

Yang Moyan, who watched the boy fall asleep, tucked the quilt up for her. Song Yan who was beside him took this opportunity to pat him on the shoulder, and pointed to the door. The eyes of the pair obviously wanted to say something.

Yang Moyan stood up, Song Yan turned and walked out the door.

The door was closed, and after leaving this room, Song Yan leaned against the wall beside him, put his hands in his pockets and looked at this friend he had known for many years but was still noble and indifferent, "Aren't you planning to go back?"

"Where are you going back?"

Yang Moyan's eyesight was dim.

"Return to the old business."

Song Yan's eyebrows and eyes are gentle.

Yang Moyan pulled his lips lightly, "I'm not interested anymore."

Song Yan looked at him dubiously.

Not interested in?
He didn't believe Yang Moyan's words.

After so many years of contact, he knows Yang Moyan's character.

That side job has always been the most sacred place in Yang Moyan's heart.

No?
After so many years of hard work and ups and downs, Kai will give up easily?

I'm not interested in saying anything, but it's all false.

It was just as Song Yan thought.

Yang Moyan would indeed not give up easily.

That is no longer a matter of interest or disinterest.

It's that some things have been fused into the flesh and blood as they are, so that he can't easily forget them.

But will you go back and continue to start?
That still needs to be looked at again.

Song Yan could tell, leaning casually against the wall, still putting his hands in his pockets, stood there and nodded, "I received a task two days ago, and I was the first one to think of you, and I plan to contact you , but I flatly rejected it. After all, you have not been there for more than two years, so I will directly make decisions for you."

Yang Moyan nodded, his indifferent attitude didn't change at all, and his mood didn't fluctuate at all, "It's up to you."

What else can Song Yan say about his friend's attitude?
Naturally, he had nothing to say, shrugged his shoulders, and looked up again, "Forget about you, ah yes, you haven't told me, who is that inside? You just said that you are very Important person?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, reached out and stroked his chin with great interest, "It can't be the kind I guessed..."

This made Yang Moyan raise his eyebrows slightly, "What?"

"Lovers?"

"Ah."

"..."

That doesn't seem to be the case anymore.

Song Yan continued to touch his chin.

This is all ridiculed, how could it be a relationship between lovers?

Say.

He is a man of red seedlings, can he still bend?

(End of this chapter)