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

Jiang Zongnian sat outside the French window, only one meter away from Wen Han, separated by a window, as if there was an illusion that they were under the same roof, he was accepted, recognized, and accompanied him closely. Fang Cheng said that Wen Han always came here alone for vacation. He was the vice president of the Shadow Club. Although no one dared to provoke him in this area, he was in a high position after all, and it was always dangerous to go out alone, but he liked to come here and stay for two or three days. The scenery was really good.

The flowers are beautiful, the water is good, and the sunshine is just right.

Wen Han fell asleep, very well behaved, and did not turn over once in two hours. He slept from breakfast until noon without waking up. Jiang Zongnan stared at his sleeping face. The midday sun was not scorching, and the room was dark but still bright. Jiang Zongnan sat there watching someone sleep and did not even feel that time had passed very quickly.

Was he sleeping too deeply?

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Zongnian finally realized something was wrong. Wen Han was sleeping too soundly. Young men and women were rarely so sleepy. Wen Han was also the vice president of the Shadow Society and was very busy. His body had its own biological clock, and it was impossible for him to sleep so soundly, and in such bright light, unless he was unwell.

Jiang Zongnian stood up and knocked on the French window, "Wenhan, Wenhan, wake up..."

The floor-to-ceiling windows were very soundproof, and Wen Han made no sound.

Jiang Zongnan got up and walked around to the front door. Wen Han had locked the door. Jiang Zongnan tried several times but failed to open it. He walked around to the kitchen and opened the window while cooking porridge. As expected, Wen Han had not closed it. This was the first time that Mr. Jiang had done such a sneaky thing, so he didn't care about his dignity and climbed in through the window. The window didn't have anti-theft devices, so he could just get in. As soon as he landed, he went to the master bedroom.

Wen Han swallowed the medicine, but it didn't work. He still had a fever. He noticed someone calling him, so he pulled up the quilt to cover himself. Jiang Zongnian took the ear thermometer and measured the temperature. It was 39 degrees. The needles and water that Wen Han brought back included fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory. Jiang Zongnian could tell them apart, but he didn't dare to use them indiscriminately. He was different from Wen Han. Wen Han was a doctor with a medical qualification in Europe, and he was very accurate in judging Jiang Zongnian's condition. Jiang Zongnian knew nothing about it and didn't dare to use it indiscriminately on Wen Han.

"Wen Han, wake up!" Jiang Zongnian called him. Wen Han was a little drowsy. He looked at him impatiently and pushed him away. "How did you get in?"

Why don’t you just go away!

"You have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Han frowned and took the temperature again. Why go to the hospital with such a low fever? He would get even sicker if he went to the hospital. This was the culprit that made him sick. He was already sick, so he became even more impatient. "Get away."

"..." Jiang Zongnian was also extremely patient and didn't care about his cold words, "You are sick, you need to go to the hospital."

Wen Han raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Zongnian, feeling very bad, "I am the doctor, is your brain burnt out?"

"It's hard for a doctor to heal himself. You've always been resistant to going to the hospital."

"It's so annoying. Bring me the bag of medicine I bought!" Wen Han said impatiently.

Jiang Zongnan brought the bag of medicine over, and when Wen Han went to get the medicine, he took his own backup. He felt that he would definitely be infected, and his premonition was really accurate.

He prepared the medicine, gave himself an injection, threw the needle into the trash can, and covered himself with the quilt again, "Get out and don't bother me."

The word he said most to Jiang Zongnian was "get lost". Jiang Zongnian didn't care at all. He packed up the medicine and put it beside the bed. He went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water and put it on the bedside table. "There is hot water in the bedside table. Drink it when you are thirsty. I will make you something to eat. Eat before going to sleep."

He silently picked up the sheets and quilt covers that fell on the floor, closed the door gently, and stuffed the sheets and quilt covers into the washing machine. Jiang Zongnan rolled up his sleeves and planned to make some nutritious meals for him. He knew Wen Han's taste and taboos. Even if Wen Han was playing the role of Jian Yuxing beside him, he could find his preferences from his memory.

Wen Han didn't live in this house very often, so the refrigerator was very empty. There were only some shrimps and freeze-dried vegetables in the freezer. The patient needed to eat some fresh food. Jiang Zongnian thought about it and went out.

This wooden house has two floors, covering an area of ​​100 square meters. There are two rooms on the first floor, and the second floor is always empty and used as a storage room. The place is small, so it is natural to hear the door closing. Wen Han couldn't fall asleep after being woken up. He also knew that Jiang Zongnian went out. He guessed that Jiang Zongnian must have gone to the supermarket in town to buy things.

His brother is a very particular person about food, clothing, housing and transportation, especially when he is with him, he is careful and thoughtful, taking care of him in every possible way. After they were rescued from the avalanche that year, he was feeling very cold, but in the middle of the night he found his feet being held in his arms, warm and delicate. Ever since he lost people in the barren mountains that year, it seemed that he had been burdened with guilt for the rest of his life, so he indulged him and doted on him. Even if he killed people or set fires, his brother would take the blame and go to jail.

But those good things...are not for him.

The person he likes is Jian Yuxing, not Wen Han.

Wen Han thought that he should leave immediately and did not want to stay for a moment. He did not want to be alone with Jiang Zongnan. Once he was alone with him, facing Jiang Zongnan's gentleness and indulgence, he would find it difficult to control himself and would lose his temper. He could not suppress his anger and grievance. He did not want to lose his composure like this and wanted to save some dignity for himself.

He waited for a long time and heard the sound of a car. Jiang Zongnan went to the supermarket and would not be back for a while. Wen Han got up, not even bothering to change his clothes, and took the car keys and went out.

He didn't care about Jiang Zongnan's expression when he came back and found out he had left. He only knew that he wanted to escape. He was sick, his emotions were changeable and fragile, and he really couldn't stand his gentleness at all.

He sat in the car and started it, but found that it wouldn't start.

Wen Han frowned. What happened?

His car had just been serviced and the tank of gas was fine, almost full.

He checked the gauges and the engine was dead.

Wen Han frowned and opened the hood. Seeing what Jiang Zongnan had done, Wen Han felt speechless. No wonder he heard the sound of a car so long after closing the door. It turned out that he had moved his car.

The car broke down, so he definitely couldn't leave for a while, and he couldn't walk back.

"What a talent!" Wen Han kicked the front of the car, "You're sick!"