The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

Jiang Zongnan had a high fever and all the medicines at home had expired. Wen Han took off his wet clothes and stuffed him into the warm bed. Jiang Zongnan was unaware of the whole process and even didn't feel it when Wen Han, in a fit of rage, slapped him in the face while he was wiping his hair.

Wen Han had no choice but to drive out to buy some antipyretic drugs. The only pharmacy in the town was closed. It was dark at night, without any light. At this time, the residents of the town were all asleep. Wen Han turned off the engine, got out of the car in the rain, pried open the door without any psychological pressure, and openly entered the pharmacy without asking for permission.

He was half a doctor and was very familiar with various medicines and injections. He quickly got the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs, as well as the syringes and needles. After finishing his search, he put down a stack of money and left the pharmacy.

After returning to the lakeside villa, Wen Han gave Jiang Zongnan an injection to reduce fever. It was already past one in the morning when he finished everything. He didn't know how long Jiang Zongnan had been unconscious at the door with a high fever. If the high fever did not go away, there would be very serious consequences. Wen Han did not dare to take it lightly. He took his temperature every once in a while and sent him to the hospital if the high fever did not go away.

He took his temperature repeatedly. Jiang Zongnan was in good physical condition after all. Two hours after taking a fever-reducing injection, his temperature finally came down. Wen Han went to the guest room to take a shower and went straight to sleep in the guest bedroom. He was tired after tossing and turning all night.

My body was tired, but my mind was inexplicably irritated. I just couldn't sleep well and tossed and turned like a pancake.

The nightmare of his childhood was like a thorn, which always pierced his body in the middle of the night, especially when Jiang Zongnan was very close to him. The closer he was, the more painful and uncomfortable he felt.

I fled back to Europe from Jiangcheng, but I couldn't escape.

Really annoying!

Unable to sleep, he wrapped himself in a blanket and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking and listening to the rain. The sound of rain seemed to be the best lullaby, which inexplicably cured the restlessness in his heart. After finishing half a pack of cigarettes, Wen Han felt a little sleepy and curled up in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was lying in bed. Wen Han felt some pain in his shoulders. Perhaps it was because he had slept on the floor for so long that his body felt uncomfortable. He didn't even remember how he climbed onto the bed.

The guest bedroom is not often used. Wen Han often comes here on vacation alone, so the guest bedroom is just a decoration and is not very lively at all. It only has a simple bed and a cabinet.

Wen Han smelled a strong aroma of rice.

In a small European town, it was a rare thing to smell such a thick rice aroma. Wen Han's body stiffened slightly, knowing that Jiang Zongnan had woken up. He sat there for a long time, thinking about whether he should go out directly and drive back to the Shadow Club, or continue pretending to sleep.

He was still thinking when Jiang Zongnian appeared at the door. Mr. Jiang was also very outgoing and found a set of his home clothes in the closet. He was thinner than Jiang Zongnian. Fortunately, many of Wen Han's clothes were oversized, so they fit Jiang Zongnian very well.

"Are you hungry? Come out and have something to eat." Jiang Zongnian was ill, his voice was a little hoarse, he had just taken a shower, his hair was still dripping with water, his face was pale, but he was still handsome. His half-dried hair was slightly drooping and messy, and he looked a little younger than usual when he was meticulous. Today he didn't wear glasses, and the left corner of his eye was still a little red and swollen, but his eyes were gentle and peaceful, and he just looked at Wen Han sitting in the messy bed.

Wen Han looked more like a patient than he appeared. He had lost a lot of weight recently due to his poor appetite. He had noticed that he ate very little when he was in Fanghua Garden. Maybe he was in a bad mood, which affected his appetite. Or maybe he finally didn't have to act for so many years and showed his true nature. He was tired of doing anything and no longer had to pretend to be as lively and enthusiastic as Jian Yuxing.

Or maybe he really had no appetite and didn't eat anything.

Wen Han had a headache and didn't give Jiang Zongnan a good look. He got up and went back to the master bedroom to wash up. There was only a set of toiletries in the master bedroom. Wen Han touched it and it was wet!

Fuck!

He searched for a long time in the cupboard but couldn't find the second set. Now he went out to buy it, but the shops were closed. Wen Han didn't make a fuss, because they were his own toiletries anyway.

This guy is so familiar that he not only uses his toothbrush, but also his towel!

Wen Han's face darkened as he found a set of home clothes to change into. When he came out, thick porridge was already on the table, with shrimp and chopped green vegetables in it. In addition to the porridge, there was also a dish of side dishes and a cup of warm milk. Jiang Zongnian was meticulous in his work and in his care for others. Wen Han walked towards the door calmly, but was grabbed and pressed on a chair before he reached the door.

"Jiang Zongnian!" Wen Han shouted angrily, "Don't ask for a beating!"

Jiang Zongnian said, "Drink some porridge first to warm your stomach."

They arrived at Linhu Villa during a rainstorm. All the medicines were newly bought. He smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the middle of the night. The ground was full of cigarette butts. He lay on the cold floor again. When he hugged Wen Han to sleep on the bed, he felt so distressed.

"Get out of here, don't touch me!" Wen Han was a little grumpy when he woke up, so he waved his hand away. Jiang Zongnian was not angry either. Wen Han leaned his head, frowning. The aroma of rice aroused his appetite, but he didn't want to eat anything Jiang Zongnian cooked. Unfortunately, his stomach yelled honestly, forcing him to pick up the spoon.

Jiang Zongnian was also in a heavy mood. He looked quietly at Wen Han who was sitting opposite him. He was so close, yet so far away. He remembered the day when Wen Han cried in his dream and said his legs hurt.

The knife cut into his heart again and again.

It really hurts, it hurts a lot.

"After breakfast, get out of my house." Wen Han said coldly, "This is Europe, not Jiangcheng. If you die, no one will collect your body."

Jiang Zongnian said gently, "I didn't know I would have a high fever and pass out. Thank you for coming to collect my body."

"Don't be so conceited. If you die in front of my house, I will have a hard time explaining it." Wen Han's bad temper will only get worse. He can be gentle and soft to everyone except Jiang Zongnan.

"To whom is it difficult to explain?" Jiang Zongnian asked.

Wen Han raised his head and frowned unhappily. The two of them stared at each other quietly across the wooden dining table. Wen Han pushed the half-eaten porridge away and stood up to leave.

Jiang Zongnian said, "Ah Xing, let's talk."

Wen Han turned stiffly. He had a splitting headache from a nightmare all night. His face was thin and pale. He stared at Jiang Zongnian and asked, "What did you call me?"