Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

"Does Yan Yan like ketchup?"

"...like...right?"

The two of them chatted for a while, and when the person opposite fell asleep, she puffed up her cheeks.

"You still smell better."

A pair of cold eyes passed over the white neck, with bright and undisguised salivation.

Then he blinked regretfully.

After making sure that the other party was asleep, Yan He stood up and put the phone in the room.

Didn't hang up the video call.

She felt more at ease watching it by herself, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.

Indeed, with Chen Muyuan's condition today, although he knew the problem was not serious, he was still a little worried that he would really burn out.

In a fairly spacious space.

The light of the mobile phone illuminated the originally dark interior much brighter, and the complex and mysterious carvings on the coffin wall could be vaguely seen.

But if you want to see it in detail, it disappears immediately.

Because of the silence, breathing becomes particularly noticeable.

Yan He listened to the voice coming from the phone, slowly closed his eyes, and prepared to rest his mind.

After all, you still have to observe the other party's situation.

Later in the night.

Almost as soon as there was movement over there, Yan He opened his eyes and reached out to block the lens.

The wolf cub woke up.

The conversation between the two reached her ears, and she confirmed that the fever had subsided.

She cut off the video call.

Chen Muyuan rubbed his forehead twice with his hands, waiting for the dizziness to subside.

Then he picked up the cup next to him: "Thank you, I'm fine. You can go back and rest."

"Oh, why are your two brothers so polite?"

Lin Xingnan rolled his eyes and looked away from his phone, which had a black screen.

Some don't know how to speak.

Judging from his former brother's appearance, he doesn't seem to remember what happened last night, so should he say it or not?

Does it need to be said or not?

Should he tell Dr. Yan that he has no partner and is not married, or should he advise him not to hang himself with Dr. Yan, or should he let him know how sticky he was last night.

It was really fucking embarrassing for him.

Chen Muyuan raised his head and drank a glass of water. Finally, his throat felt much better.

When he put down the cup, he saw a constipated look on his face.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "He's not dead yet. It will take decades for him to cry in mourning. Just wait."

Lin Xingnan, who is still worried about his brother's love: "..."

Really convinced.

"Come on, I'll go back if it's okay. I know you won't be kind enough to let me stay."

"Ah."

"..."

ungrateful! Value sex over friends!

Lin Xingnan turned around and went back to the room opposite. As he closed the door, he suddenly pinched his throat, shook his head and said: "I don't want to talk to you, I only want to be with Yan Yan~"

Just saying this, he only dared to whisper it in a low voice, which really made people feel scared again.

Thinking about his former brother's iron tree blooming, he might miss this in his life and have to become a monk.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed 1 without saying anything.

Chen Muyuan leaned on the pillow with his eyes closed, covering his eyes with his arms. Although the fever had subsided, he was still groggy.

The pictures in my mind kept appearing and disappearing, disappearing and reappearing, just like this several times.

Instead there was nothing.

It's been a long time.

The tightly pursed thin lips gently raised a beautiful arc, and a slightly hoarse and low voice sounded in the quiet room: "Yan Yan?"

There were some pictures in his mind. He remembered that he had spoken a lot with Yan He, but he could not remember what he said.

After thinking about it, I touched my phone from the side and saw the message that Lin Xingnan sent not long ago.

I skipped it directly and clicked on the pinned WeChat. The call lasted a full six and a half hours.

I just hung up ten minutes ago.

His slender fingers moved back and forth on the screen twice, but in the end he still didn't press the call button.

I searched for a cute good night emoticon in the emoticon search bar and sent it.

………………

"Yan He, are the little fans yesterday okay?"

Ye Qing was in the middle class. When he came over and saw her, his first reaction was to laugh.

With an obvious hint of gossip.

"He didn't let me talk to him yesterday. He said he was only good with Yan Yan."

As he said that, he moved over.

Even though Yan He didn't speak or had any expression, her enthusiasm did not diminish at all.

After getting along with each other, everyone knew that Dr. Yan just didn't seem easy to get along with.

In fact, he has a good personality.

"Don't tell me, this little fanboy is quite cute when he has a fever."

Yan He took off his gloves for a moment, then threw them into the trash can as if nothing had happened.

Knowing that she was just pure gossip, he didn't pay much attention to her overt and covert teasing.

"I'm already confused and talking nonsense."

"Ow~"

This is indeed true.

But Ye Qing is someone who has been there, and she thinks she can see some things quite clearly.

That little fanboy is not just a little fanboy.

It was obvious that he was interested in it.

But this is Yan He's matter. She is teasing, so it's not good to ask too much.

So he nodded along with her words: "That's right, the fever was not low like yesterday, right?"

"It's over 39."

"No wonder."

A student came outside, and Ye Qing stood up directly: "Go to the next door."

It's not impossible to talk nonsense when you have a high fever. Most people wake up the next day after the fever subsides, and they usually don't know what they said.

So Yan He didn't take what Chen Muyuan said yesterday too seriously.

The wound was re-treated yesterday, so he probably won't come today.

Unexpectedly, he came over an hour before getting off work.

Narrowing a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, he appeared in front of her.

"Dr. Yan, I caused you trouble yesterday."

really.

What I said yesterday was nonsense, and I started calling Dr. Yan again.

Yan He raised his eyes and looked at his face: "How are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

"No."

What did you do if you didn't come over? Is it really possible to have dinner with her?

Perhaps because her expression was obvious, Chen Muyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Confirming her suspicions.

"Didn't we agree yesterday to have dinner together today? To express our gratitude to Dr. Yan."

"you remember?"

He was honest: "I don't really remember, Lin Xingnan said it."

Lin Xingnan, who had just returned home, sneezed hard.

He rubbed his nose vigorously and said, "Brother Yuan is really not a human being. He actually threatened me with what happened in the past."

If his father knew about it, since he was a child, Brother Yuan would help him deal with people he provoked, and his legs would be broken directly.

Yan He lowered his eyes to block the smile in his eyes: "There's no need to eat. Just take good care of your health."

"I'm already fine."

Chen Muyuan raised his feet and stepped forward. The tall man stood invisible and put pressure on people.

The originally smiling face suddenly changed: "Dr. Yan has already promised, we can't break his promise."

It's pitiful and doesn't match your body shape at all.