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

Wen Han knew that Jiang Zongnan had been outside the door and had not left. He did not hear the sound of the car starting, and he did not care about Jiang Zongnan. Nothing would happen to such a grown-up man.

But when he thought that if he hadn't come yesterday, he would have been unconscious outside the door with a high fever and was drenched by the heavy rain all day, Wen Han felt upset again. The eldest young master is worthy of being the eldest young master. He has no intuition about causing trouble to others and can't take good care of himself. He always causes trouble to others.

The two of them were in a stalemate until noon, when Wen Han woke up from a nap. He stood in front of the French window and secretly glanced out. Jiang Zongnian's car was still there.

Wen Han, "..."

I told him to get out, why isn't he getting out yet?

the phone is ringing.

Equation phone.

"Boss, you're going to be back after a day of driving?"

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious, I just care about you."

"If you are too free, just go and take care of Luosha's training and don't worry about other people's business." Wen Han hung up the phone irritably. Zhao Xuelan was about to come back, and he wanted to take a long vacation.

Where should we go?

It is best to go to a place with few people and no signal.

The small island in the Pacific is pretty good, no one can find it. Oh, Death Island, a good place. He doesn’t believe that Jiang Zongnian has the ability to chase him to Death Island.

As soon as he thought of this, he sneezed and felt a chill on his back. Wen Han had a bad feeling that he was going to catch a cold.

Jiang Zongnian's virus must have been transmitted to him. Wen Han's physical fitness was very good. After all, he had been an examiner on the Death Island so many times, and he survived the fight on the Death Island twice. His physical fitness was very strong. However, when he replaced Su Lingzhi's memory, he first tested the medicine himself, adjusted the data and parameters, and conducted three experiments on his own body, which ruined his body. His health has not been very good in the past two years. He has been very weak and has never escaped the cold virus. When the flu is severe, he has to wear a mask and cannot go to crowded places. Once he went there, he would be infected. The cold in the wind also taught him a lesson. Once he went to the hospital next door and sneezed, he felt that the virus had infected him even with a mask on. He had a fever when he returned home. In the past year, he had countless discomforts of varying sizes.

He was sleeping in the master bedroom, so far away, but he still got infected.

What bad luck!

Wen Han simply swallowed two cold prevention pills and went back to the master bedroom to sleep. He pulled the quilt and buried his head. He vaguely remembered that it was Jiang Zongnian who slept in the master bedroom last night. It seemed that his breath was still lingering in the bed. Wen Han was so angry that he opened the quilt again, rolled up the sheets and quilt cover, and threw them on the floor. He found a spare set of bedding and slept soundly.

Fortunately, the rainstorm only lasted one day and the weather was not so humid. He slept very soundly, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, so the warm sunlight fell on the floor.

Jiang Zongnian was sitting on the steps at the door, feeling very depressed. Fang Cheng said that this was a place where Wen Han often came for vacation, so he walked around the wooden villa. The master bedroom had a very large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the lake. The entire wall was made of windows, and outside the window was a small garden with some sunflowers planted in it. In the distance was the lake view, and the scenery was picturesque.

The sunflowers in the garden brought back Jiang Zongnian's memories. When Wen Han and Mrs. Jiang first came to the Jiang family, the house allocated to them in the family compound was not very big. There were sunflowers in the garden of the single-family villa of more than 100 square meters. Those were the flowers that Jiang Zongnian's mother liked, and Jiang Zongnian took good care of them after his mother passed away.

Once, little Jian Yuxing picked a flower and Jiang Zongnan was furious. He still clearly remembered how he felt that year. The mistress brought the illegitimate son into the house, and the illegitimate son dared to destroy his mother's garden. He was so angry that he failed to play the role of a good brother for the first time and yelled at Jian Yuxing in front of everyone.

Jian Yuxing was frightened. He was brought up to be a very spoiled child and was very crybaby. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I'm sorry, brother. Don't be angry. I'll help take him back."

But how do you pick back the flowers that have been picked?

Secretary Jiang was very dissatisfied with his temper. It was just a sunflower. The child liked to play with it, so it was okay to pick it. There were so many sunflowers in the garden, and they all bloom and wither in their own time.

Children who grew up in high-ranking official families have lived in a patriarchal society since childhood, and their admiration and awe for their fathers are engraved in their bones. After Secretary Jiang spoke, Jiang Zongnan did not insist any further.

At night, he was doing his homework in the study on the second floor when he heard a noise coming from the garden downstairs. He walked to the window and saw Jian Yuxing carrying a small stool, standing on it unsteadily, standing on tiptoe, and tying up the sunflower he had picked with tape.

The grass in the garden was not smooth to begin with, and he was standing on tiptoe. Just as he tied the sunflowers back, he fell to the ground.

Jiang Zongnian, "..."

Those childhood memories were fresh and vivid. He still remembered Jian Yuxing's red eyes, his aggrieved cries, and his clumsy flattery. Perhaps because he had no father since childhood and was raised by his mother alone, Jian Yuxing was really soft and delicate before the age of five. He had no temper at all and was a little naive and soft.

He thought that if he just glued the picked flowers back, they would be restored to their original state.

Cutely silly.

There was also a field of sunflowers outside the lakeside villa. It was the flower season, and the flowers were in full bloom. A large area of ​​warm colors was pleasing to the eye. Perhaps influenced by his mother, he also liked sunflowers. After moving, roses and wild roses were planted in the garden. He always felt very sorry, but he respected Mrs. Jiang now and never said a word.

The sun shone on the golden flowers, and Jiang Zongnan's heart softened. This was the first time that he didn't think of his mother when he saw the sunflower. Instead, he thought of the sunflower that Jian Yuxing picked when he was a child. After being scolded, he ran to stick it back in the middle of the night.

It was he who lost his sunflower-like brother.

But when he turned around, he saw Wen Han sleeping soundly in the master bedroom. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and large patches of sunlight fell on the floor. The bed was covered with a layer of soft light. It turned out that Wen Han slept with his head down, and after falling asleep, he felt stuffy, so he opened his eyes a little, revealing his fair and thin face. The sunlight fell on his eyebrows, as if a soft light filter had been turned on.

Jiang Zongnian's heart was also trapped in such soft light and shadow.