love addiction

Probably because they haven't seen each other for so long, the two chatted a lot.

Weisen also talked about the reason why he came to this laboratory.

The person who rescued him from that chaos was the boss of this laboratory.

Although Weisen's specialty is not studying viruses, he has a lot of clinical experience and plays a vital role in virus research.

Coupled with the fact that he owed his boss a favor, he willingly came to work in the laboratory.

Putting away his prodigal son's heart, he was busy for three years.

Wei Sen also introduced the general situation of the laboratory to Yang Qi, which was no different from what Ke Yusen had said to Yang Qi before.

It was just that Yang Qi asked a question, "Why did your boss study this virus experiment?"

Wei Sen couldn't answer, "I don't know, maybe she is also a medical enthusiast."

Yang Qi was a little curious about the boss they were talking about. It sounds like he is not a simple person who can invest so much, recruit so many talents, and get approval.

He didn't know when he would have the opportunity to meet this legendary boss.

***
Feng Ying looked at the time on his phone, it had been seven days and thirteen hours.

This is the time when Yang Qi entered the laboratory, he has not been home for seven days and thirteen hours, and Feng Ying has not seen Yang Qi for seven days and thirteen hours.

She was rarely impatient, always looking for a way to get Yang Qi back.

She just wanted to take a look, just a look, just a look.

Last time, what method did she use to make Yang Qi give up going to country K?

If you are drunk, you can repeat the old tricks, which is obviously inappropriate.

Feng Ying walked back and forth in the room twice, and finally went to the tea table to pick up the fruit knife, and gave up after gesturing a few times on his arm.

No way, she has no habit of self-harm.

After Feng Ying's low-key fruit knife, he glanced at the desk again, picked up an ornament and drew it on his head.

No, I still can't do it!
She put the decorations back on and went to the bathroom.

Feng Ying turned on the faucet, only cold water was running, and after trying it out with his hands, he stood directly below.

Cold water was poured over her head, making her shiver from the cold.

She didn't dodge, and after several minutes of flushing, she came out of the bathroom trembling, changed into clean clothes, and sat on the sofa shaking for a while before she calmed down.

Feng Ying curled up on the sofa and muttered, "Should it be okay this time?"

She used a thermometer to measure her body temperature almost every 10 minutes. Unfortunately, at noon, the thermometer did not change. Her body temperature was very normal!

Feng Ying was so angry that she wanted to smash the thermometer!
It's all because of my good physical fitness, even if I take a shower with cold water, I won't catch a cold!
Feng Ying was extremely depressed, so she wanted to go downstairs to relax.

Downstairs, Qian Yumeng was chatting with Butler Zhou.

"The young master hasn't come back for more than a week. No matter how busy you are, you can't ignore your health. Mr. Qian, why don't you call the young master and let him come back to rest." Steward Zhou was also worried about Yang Qi's health.

Qian Yumeng didn't think so, and gave an example, "Steward Zhou, you're too nervous, it's nothing. When I was young, I often didn't leave the laboratory for a month or two. Don't worry, he is strong and strong." , I can bear it, besides, the laboratory does not work 24 hours, they also have rest time."

Steward Zhou put back his dissatisfaction, "Anyway, I feel sorry for the young master."

"Okay, I'll call him later, don't worry." Qian Yumeng had no choice but to appease Butler Zhou's emotions.

Butler Zhou said, "You promised me the same thing yesterday, but didn't you fight?"

"I called. He's in the lab. He didn't answer my call. There's nothing I can do about it." Qian Yumeng was innocent.

Steward Zhou stopped arguing and went to work with a little emotion.

Feng Ying came down from the stairs and met Qian Yumeng face to face.

She just nodded slightly and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the chef is preparing lunch.

Steward Zhou told him there, and when he saw Fengying entering the kitchen, his face softened immediately, "Miss Feng, why are you here?"

After Yang Qi went to the laboratory, Feng Ying never entered the kitchen.

"It's nothing, I just feel too free, I want to cook something to pass the time." Feng Ying rolled up his sleeves and got busy.

"That's all right." Butler Zhou didn't dissuade him when he arrived. After all, the young master said that Miss Feng can do whatever she wants, as long as it's not dangerous.

The three of them ate lunch together, and Fengying brought the newly made dishes to Qian Yumeng before he was busy, persuading him to eat.

Butler Zhou also wanted to eat it, but Fengying also said, "Uncle Zhou, there are kelp in it, aren't you allergic to kelp? So it's not suitable for you."

Butler Zhou was quite disappointed, "Okay."

Feng Ying also comforted him, "Next time I will cook your favorite food and make it up for you."

"Miss Feng is the best." Butler Zhou immediately beamed with joy, and he didn't forget to show off to Qian Yumeng when he turned his head, "Did you see that Miss Feng takes good care of you, and the dishes specially cooked for you, Miss Feng's cooking skills are very good." Well, our young master likes to eat her dishes."

It was not convenient for Qian Yumeng to say anything more, so he had to bow his head to eat.

At night, Qian Yumeng felt a little uncomfortable.

He was suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, Zhou Steward hurriedly called Yang Qi and told him to come back.

Hearing that something happened to Qian Yumeng, Yang Qi had to rush back to have a look.

As soon as Yang Qi entered the house, he saw Feng Ying waiting in the living room, the moment he pushed the door, Feng Ying stood up and looked towards the door.

Those eyes were very bright, and there seemed to be some other emotions.

But before Yang Qi had time to take a closer look, Steward Zhou called out to him, "Master, you're back!"

"How is Master?" Yang Qi took off his coat and walked over.

"Mr. Qian is better." Steward Zhou took his coat and asked worriedly after feeling the dampness on it, "Is it raining outside?"

"Yeah." Yang Qi's hair was also wet, it seemed that it was raining too hard.

Butler Zhou hurriedly said, "Then you should take a hot bath first to get rid of the cold. It's easy to catch a cold in this weather."

Yang Qi knew that Qian Yumeng's condition was stable, so he nodded and went back to his room to take a shower.

Feng Ying followed, and when he entered the door, he also entered the door.

"What's wrong?" Yang Qi looked at her, his eyes became soft and weak.

Feng Ying bit her lip, and after a few seconds of silence, she threw herself into Yang Qi's arms.

Yang Qi froze for a moment, then lowered his head, "What's wrong?"

The voice became softer again.

Feng Ying shook his head and didn't speak, as if trying to hold back something.

Yang Qi's heart was suddenly so soft that he stretched out his hand to gently stroke her hair and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Feng Ying nodded, and faintly whimpered twice.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently, so I didn't take care of you." Yang Qi apologized guiltily, "I'll make up for you when I'm done with this time, okay?"

Feng Ying naturally nodded in a sensible way.

Yang Qi rubbed the top of her head, "Then can you let me take a bath first?"

"Yeah." Feng Ying reluctantly let go of him, her little face blushing.

Yang Qi resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze, and forced himself to go to the bathroom.

He went in without a change of clothes, Fengying's beautiful eyes lit up, and he turned around to look for clothes in the closet.

Sure enough, after taking a shower, Yang Qi realized that he forgot to bring a change of clothes and came in.

He has always lived alone, and has no habit of bringing clothes to the bathroom, and always likes to go out with a towel around him.

But right now Fengying should still be in his room, it doesn't seem good to just go out by himself.

But it seemed inappropriate to wait like this all the time. When he was in a dilemma, Feng Ying knocked on the door of his bathroom.

That voice, obviously very soft, seemed to shake his heart.

"What's wrong?" Yang Qi tried his best to keep his voice calm.

"You don't seem to have brought a change of clothes in, so I prepared them for you, do you want them?"

Yang Qi wanted to say, you can just go out, and I can change it when I come out by myself.

But he didn't seem to be able to say this sentence, he always felt that it would hurt her.

So he could only agree, "OK..."

Feng Ying said, "Then I opened the door and came in."

"...Okay." Yang Qi's emotions are very complicated at the moment.

He could have stopped in time, but he didn't want to.

When Feng Ying brought his clothes in with a blushing face, what he saw was Yang Qi standing there wearing a bath towel.

He was also a little uncomfortable, subconsciously covering himself.

Feng Ying didn't dare to slash her eyes, "Then, then I'll put it here for you."

She put the clothes on the shelf beside her, turned around and wanted to leave, but her legs were a little uncontrollable.

At this moment, her ears turned red, and her body temperature increased significantly, "I, I'm going out."

She could hear her own voice trembling.

Feng Ying scolded himself in his heart for being useless, he had already summoned up his courage before coming in, why did he start to be timid again now.

Yang Qi wanted to hum, but he couldn't.

His gaze fell tightly on Fengying's exposed neck. I don't know if it was the light or what, her originally fair and flawless neck began to turn red.

That kind of red is very attractive.

After all, Yang Qi is a normal man, in this situation, he is naturally easy to be emotional.

He paused, but still stretched out his hand, holding Feng Ying.

As soon as Feng Ying turned his head, he was pulled into his arms with all his strength.

The moment they embraced each other, Feng Ying subconsciously let out a cry.

It was a lingering voice, which made Yang Qi lose control even more.

He lowered his head and put his lips on her neck, breathing very quickly.

Feng Ying couldn't stop trembling all over, and unconsciously grabbed the towel around his waist with both hands.

The towels were just tied up at random, but they could not withstand such a force, and they fell apart in an instant.

"Ah..." Feng Ying flinched, just about to say sorry, Yang Qi's lips came up and caught her red lips precisely.

The taste is criminally sweet.

Yang Qi never knew that kisses taste so good.

No, it should be that her taste is too good.

Feng Ying's small voice was swallowed by Yang Qi.

The feeling of being drained of strength made Feng Ying's body go limp and fall down.

Yang Qi had no choice but to support her and press her against the wall.

The back is cold tiles, but the front is his enthusiasm.

The two most extreme feelings are stimulating Fengying, making her unable to think, and can only sink in his enthusiasm.

Yang Qi kissed her reluctantly like a child who had never eaten candy.

He was not good at words, but he was full of tenderness, so he could only tell her in this way.

Feng Ying also really felt it, and gradually became docile in his arms, letting him savor it carefully.

A kiss seems to last forever and forever.