Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

Waking up again, when I opened my eyes, I saw the snow-white ceiling, the snow-white quilt cover, and the smell of disinfectant in the air.

It made Wen Tingjun's face darken, he was very dizzy, and felt a little nauseous. He guessed in his heart that he might have caught a cold last night.

He was lying in the hospital again.

These days, I really have a relationship with the hospital. As soon as I left the hospital with my front foot, I lay down again with my back foot.

Both times were sent in by Yan Mingfeng.

How did he find out that the auras of the two of them were so incompatible, they were at odds.

Recalling the childish conversation with Yan Mingfeng before fainting like two babbling children in his mind, Wen Tingjun buried his face in the quilt in shame.

How embarrassing, living for more than [-] years in vain, childish!

Yan Mingfeng, who pushed the door open, saw Wen Tingjun covering his head in the quilt like a baby silkworm chrysalis as soon as he entered the door, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Junjun, are you awake?"

Wen Tingjun, who heard the commotion outside, thought he was very calm and composed.

In fact, the quilt was lifted, and the face was exposed, the hair was messy, and some of the hair stood up, and it was cute, and there was a blush on the face that was smothered in the quilt, and it looked a little refreshed.

One didn't pay attention, Yan Mingfeng put the back of his hand on his forehead: "The fever is gone."

Before he could wave his hand away with a touch of coolness, Yan Mingfeng withdrew his hand naturally.

Wen Tingjun stared at him with dark eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse because of the fever: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything, you had a fever this morning, don't you know?" Thinking of the moment he fell to the ground, his heart almost stopped in fright.

"Get up, take the medicine." Yan Mingfeng gently lifted him up, with a few small pills in his palm, and brought his hand to Wen Tingjun's lips.

Wen Tingjun grabbed his wrist expressionlessly, pulled it away from his lips, poured the medicine into his palm, grabbed the water glass, threw the medicine into his mouth, gurgled water and swallowed the medicine.

Although he didn't want to accept Yan Mingfeng's kindness, he would not make things difficult for him with his health.

Seeing the person obediently taking medicine and drinking water, Yan Mingfeng turned around and poured out a small bowl of boiled sweet fine rice porridge from the thermos.

"You probably haven't eaten breakfast yet. Drink some porridge and sleep for a while, and your body will feel better."

Looking at the congee with a blank face, and then glanced at Yan Mingfeng with a flattering tone, Wen Tingjun finally couldn't hold back: "Aren't you a fool?" There was sarcasm in his tone.

"What?" Yan Mingfeng was taken aback, why did he suddenly scold him?Did he do something wrong?

Looking at Yan Mingfeng who was full of confusion, Wen Tingjun said with a straight face, "Why don't you let me drink porridge before I take the medicine."

"I'm stupid too. You can't take medicine on an empty stomach."

"Then what should we do?" Yan Mingfeng finally realized his mistake.

"That's it." After taking the bowl from Yan Mingfeng and drinking some porridge, Wen Tingjun wiped his mouth and lay back in the bed. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked at Yan Mingfeng who was cleaning up, and closed his eyes.

He doesn't want to talk to him much, but this person has been wandering around him, and it's impossible not to miss him.

Yan Mingfeng put away the bowls and chopsticks and saw that he was already asleep, "Jun Jun?"

"Jun Jun?"

......

After shouting a few times, no one answered, Yan Mingfeng looked at his sleeping face and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Looking at the sleeping Wen Tingjun again, it took a while before he left lightly.

Hearing the small sound of locking the door that was gently closed, he opened his eyes and glanced at the door with a complicated expression, and then Wen Tingjun closed his eyes again.

Before he fell into a deep sleep, he heard Yan Mingfeng calling his name, and immediately woke up, ignoring him, but he didn't expect him to make such a move.

Thinking of the words of his "confession" in those days, Wen Tingjun was a little at a loss and at a loss...

"Is he serious?"

Thinking about Yan San again, my confused heart quickly calmed down.

He said silently in his heart, his favors are all exchanged at equal value, you don't want to die again, don't be so worthless...

Everyone said that the feeling of heartbeat is a little deer bumping in the heart, but every time it hits, the little deer will also get tired, and until the end of my own heartbeat, the little deer is hit to death.

Now do it all over again, do you want to repeat the same mistakes?

……

When I woke up, it was almost noon.

Wen Tingjun got up from the bed, pushed open the door of the ward, and saw two door gods outside the door. During the banquet, Yan Lang was standing straight on both sides of the door of the ward.

"you?"

"Mr. Wen," Yan Yan smiled, "I forgot to introduce myself for so long, my name is Yan Yan," pointing to Yan Lang, "this is Yan Lang."

"Young Master Yan stayed behind to take care of you. Young Master Yan went out beforehand and will be right back."

"No, thank you, I'm leaving the hospital." Wen Tingjun smiled at the banquet.

"Mr. Wen, you'd better wait a little longer, Young Master Yan will be back soon."

"No, Banyan, I have something else to do." Wen Tingjun made a casual excuse, and Wen Tingjun also knew that Yanyan Yanlang obeyed Yan Mingfeng. Dead brain, you talk to him, it is better to talk to the banquet.

And Yan Lang listened to the banquet the most. In the last life, about two years later, these two brothers who grew up together finally got together...

He was taken aback at the time, and finally found out that these two were children adopted by the old lady of the Yan family, not real brothers.

Yan Yan looked at Wen Tingjun in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Yan said less, we must watch you and wait for him to come back."

The banquet at this time is not the one who is good at dancing with his sleeves later on, as long as the interests of Young Master Yan and the old lady, as well as himself and Yan Lang are not touched, he will treat everyone with a polite appearance.

But today's Wen Tingjun's words here are also very light.

But looking at the miserable pale face, Yan Yan looked at Wen Tingjun with some embarrassment and said after explaining: "Young Master Yan just called and will be here soon."

Wen Tingjun froze for a moment, nodded, and went back to the room. In his previous life, he cared a lot about him, and he was the person he was most familiar with.

Forget that he is not familiar with the banquet in this life, and he is not the future him, how could he not listen to Yan Mingfeng's words because of him, an outsider, a stranger.

It's just Yan Mingfeng's idea to trap him in the ward and wait for him to come back. Looking at the tree with willow branches swaying in the wind outside the window, Wen Tingjun thought silently.

but for a while...

Banquet and Yan Lang's neat shouts came from outside the door.

"There are few banquets."

"Well, are you awake?" Yan Mingfeng's familiar deep voice came from outside the door.

"Wake up." Yan Xi looked at Yan Mingfeng, thought for a while and added, "It's just that Mr. Wen doesn't seem to be in a good mood." Especially when he said just now that Young Master Yan asked them to watch him, and when Young Master Yan came back , his complexion was particularly ugly.

After hearing this, Yan Mingfeng paused, then pushed open the door, feeling bad?Why are you in a bad mood?Is it physical or uncomfortable?

Wen Tingjun heard the sound of the door being pushed open, turned around, and saw the green rose in Yan Mingfeng's arms, and a paper bag in his hand.

Seeing that Wen Tingjun was standing in front of the window, Yan Mingfeng hurriedly put the things in his hand on the table, picked up the bedside unlined garment and put it on for him.

The voice was full of concern: "I didn't see that this afternoon, it was very windy outside, so let's leave the windows open, and don't put on any clothes."

"You're still sick."

Wen Tingjun looked at the man who was arranging his clothes gently while talking, and was a little dazed.

He remembered how Yan Mingfeng treated him so tenderly when Xiao Bai didn't appear, but when he appeared, he changed...

Stretching out his hand to block Yan Mingfeng's movements, his whole body revealed a sense of alienation. Wen Tingjun politely thanked him like an ordinary friend: "Thank you."

"We don't need to say thank you." Yan Mingfeng looked at the person in front of him with a stiff smile.

Then he took the man and sat on the chair, took the flowers in his hands and put them in his arms, his tone was cautious, and his eyes were full of expectation: "Junjun, look! I saw this beautiful bouquet of green roses on a business trip." Tight, just thinking of buying it for you."

The flowers thrown on the ground this morning were short of water and some petals were wrinkled. Yan Mingfeng thought of the flowers while he was asleep, and hurried back to take the flowers to a nearby flower shop to ask someone to repair the bouquet hidden in his little one. The flower of the mind, and finally saw the flower that became energetic again, and hurried back to give it to Wen Tingjun.

Looking at the flowers in his arms, Wen Tingjun's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and then he thought, maybe he was thinking too much.

Yan Mingfeng is not a person who loves flowers. He probably asked someone to buy this flower and matched it casually. He doesn't know the meaning of flowers at all.

Thinking of the white roses he received every year on his birthday in his previous life, he was very happy that Yan Mingfeng took him seriously.

It was only later that I realized that he didn't take it to heart at all. The white roses sent every month and every year were just things he asked his assistant to write down.

Flowers are brought to the company every time, and he just brings them back for him.

Fortunately, he was so moved that he died, but later found out that it was a misunderstanding, but because he lived together, he treated him so well, and he also thought that as a partner, he should not be so fussy about a "small matter".

I didn't say a word, and now I think it's really bad in retrospect.

Looking at Wen Tingjun with an uncertain face, Yan Mingfeng felt a little uneasy, would he see what he meant?A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Yan Mingfeng felt a little nervous.

But seeing people dazzled, they didn't care and put it aside.

Yan Mingfeng's eyes stared at Hua, with an indistinct look in his eyes.

His heart seemed to fall from hot to cold in an instant, and he looked at Wen Tingjun, "You, do you have anything you want to say to me?"

"Yes." Wen Tingjun looked at the person and said.

Yan Mingfeng's heart warmed up again, he looked at him seriously and said: "What do you want to say?"

Wen Tingjun looked at him with eyes that seemed to be looking forward to it. The words that came out of his mouth originally wanted to ask him if he knew the flower language of green roses and the meaning of seven flowers. After thinking about it, it became: "Yan San, will he appear again?" ?”

The mood seemed to be riding a roller coaster, Yan Mingfeng's heart fell into a trough all of a sudden.

My heart was a little sour, and I said jealously, "He won't show up." Even if he did, I would suppress him into my body, and don't think about coming out again.

"Yes, is it..." Looking at his cold eyes and his tone that seemed very angry, Wen Tingjun, who stammered a bit, felt lost and heartbroken. Although he also knew that Yan San would never appear again, he heard Yan Mingfeng's affirmative answer , still sad.

"Are you sad? Yan Mingfeng's tone was a little cold, "Why are you sad?What's so sad about it? "

"You forgot that he kicked your arm the first time you met, and threw you to the ground the second time. How come you can't learn to hold grudges at all."

Do your best to discredit your former self.

Yan Mingfeng overturned a jar of old vinegar in his heart, flipped through Yan San's black history, and tried his best to discredit "his" image.

Wen Tingjun stood up abruptly, and replied blankly: "He's fine, at least he didn't break my heart, and he didn't kill me."

Yan Mingfeng couldn't utter a single word from Yan Mingfeng's mouth.

Wen Tingjun also stopped looking at him, staring out the window in a daze.

Trying to adjust his mentality, Yan Mingfeng said bitterly: "I just passed by the hotel and packed some home-cooked dishes you like."

"You eat some."

"No need." Wen Tingjun refused coldly.

Yan Mingfeng fixed his eyes on the man, stepped forward and squeezed his hand tightly: "No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat something, don't make trouble with your body."

Wen Tingjun broke free a few times but did not break free, "You let go."

"It's one thing for you to be angry with me, but it's another thing for you to eat."

"I'll eat." The compromising Wen Tingjun didn't insist much, after all, a bowl of porridge in the morning is really not enough to fill you up.

Yan Mingfeng immediately let go of his hands after hearing this, and went to set the meal, looking very virtuous.

It's a pity that he knows his true face, which is as cold as a rock in essence.

It was so warm that it was hard to cover, the corner of Wen Tingjun's mouth twitched.