Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

Although the cooking process in Hancheng was a bit tragic, the kitchen was a mess, but the finished product in Yingnuo's mouth was unexpectedly delicious. The meat was fresh and tender, and the soup was sweet but not greasy. Go down and move your index finger.

Ying Nuo, who had vowed to go on a hunger strike the last second, surrendered in a second. Picking up the chopsticks, she devoured the meal hungrily, her cheeks bulging out, like a little squirrel hoarding food.

"Eat slowly," Han Cheng was worried that he would choke, and took the whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs away. "After eating a piece, put another piece, and no one will grab it from you."

Ying Nuo was so immersed in the delicious joy that she couldn't extricate herself, and almost forgot that the two of them were still arguing about breaking up.

"Is the pork ribs I made delicious?" Han Cheng seemed to have no appetite, and stopped eating after a few chopsticks. He pulled a chair and sat next to Ying Nuo, with a childish look on his face.

Ying Nuo pawed at the rice, thought for a while and still didn't plan to praise him stingily: "Mr. Han, have you ever heard that famous teachers give rise to good apprentices? It's because the kitchen aunt is good at teaching."

The corners of Han Cheng's lips froze when he was about to raise his lips, and his tone was somewhat unpleasant: "Then you are not allowed to eat it, and return it to me."

"No," Ying Nuo protected her bowl, stared at the man for a long while, and finally said reluctantly because of the short-mouthed man: "Well, Mr. Han's pork ribs are the best in the world." eat."

Han Cheng lowered his head and laughed a few times, and suddenly kissed the corner of Ying Nuo's lips when he wasn't paying attention, and a grain of rice stained with soup was just in his mouth, it was sweet and had the unique taste of his own baby.

"You..." Yingnuo who was suddenly attacked suddenly jumped, and glanced embarrassedly at the kitchen aunt who was standing not far away, a little annoyed: "Mr. Han!"

The aunt in the kitchen watched her eyes and nose, nose, nose and heart, and smiled shyly before turning around and getting into the kitchen.

Han Cheng stared at Ying Nuo's slightly flushed face, and solemnly promised: "You eat, I promise not to move."

Yingnuo took a big bite of the ribs, thinking angrily in her heart that she must not be easily bought off because of the delicious food in the future, and that the breakup must be tough!

The whole afternoon, Ying Nuo spent the whole afternoon doing nothing. As a young man in the new century, without a mobile phone in his hand, it was like being isolated from the whole world. He felt that he was no different from a canary in a cage. Worse.

While Han Cheng was taking a shower, he wanted to sneakily log in to WeChat with Han Cheng's laptop, but he was discovered before he finished entering the password.

"What's going on with the production crew?" Ying Nuo was furious, her lips pursed into a straight line seriously, "Where's my brother? I talk to him on the phone every two days."

Han Cheng put away the computer, carried Ying Nuo to the bed, reached out and pinched his face: "Are you sleepy?"

Ying Nuo frowned and slapped Han Cheng's arm away, her voice suddenly raised: "Why do you always avoid my questions?"

Han Cheng still didn't speak, pulled the quilt and lay down on the bed, then pulled Ying Nuo into his arms, and pressed his chin against the top of his hairy head: "Would you rather be imprisoned here by me than Do you want to break up with me?"

When Ying Nuo was questioned, her brows were so wrinkled that she could kill a fly.

Han Cheng forced him to submit by restricting his personal freedom, and also made him lose contact with his relatives and friends. Under such circumstances, Yingnuo knew that he could not last long, but if he followed the wishes of the gold master's father, then thousands of It is very likely that the progress value raised to 20 by hard work will become a big duck egg all at once.

"Is it just so entangled?" Han Cheng was keenly aware of the loosening of his attitude, and his mood suddenly became much happier. "Otherwise, if you tell me, I'll analyze it for you."

Ying Nuo glanced at him, thinking that this man is really getting more and more cunning.

"I don't want to say it." He said dully, thinking about how to get Han Cheng to let him go.

Han Cheng didn't force him, and hugged Ying Nuo again, his breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized.Just when Ying Nuo thought he had fallen asleep, a voice suddenly came from above his head: "Why do you keep saying that you are sick?"

Although the man's tone sounded calm, Ying Nuo felt that he had already become suspicious about it, and that he could ask this sentence, it showed that this idea had already taken root in his heart.

"I'm really sick." Ying Nuo raised his head from the man's arms, stared intently into the man's eyes, and said slowly, "I have a disease that will kill me if I don't break up with you."

Han Cheng's breath was suffocated, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Ying Nuo's eyes were dark, and her expression was extremely serious, "Mr. Han, what I said is true."

There was another suffocating silence. Han Cheng stared at Ying Nuo silently for a while, then suddenly covered his eyes with his hands, as if trying to avoid something: "Stop talking, go to sleep."

Ying Nuo sighed softly, and gently pressed her face against the man's chest.

Han Cheng's heartbeat clearly reached his ears, obviously abnormal.

"Master Host," the little angel said lazily, as if dozing off, "The progress value increased by 5 just now, but it fell down soon."

Yingnuo let out a "hmm", not to mention being overjoyed, he had a strong premonition in his heart that the mission seemed to be a victory.

For a whole night, Han Cheng didn't fall asleep, Ying Nuo's words weighed on his chest like a boulder, making him a little breathless.

When it was close to the early morning, his addiction to cigarettes was serious. He wanted to get up quietly and go to the living room to smoke, but suddenly found that something was wrong.

Yingnuo's body was curled up in the quilt, and the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier. Han Cheng stepped forward to probe his forehead, and frowned immediately after feeling the temperature that was different from ordinary people. Go down to find your phone.

"Mr. Han..." Ying Nuo had just started to burn, but he was still conscious. He grabbed Han Cheng's clothes, his small face wrinkled in discomfort: "I'm so thirsty..."

The symptoms this time were different from the previous bleeding. He felt that he was sometimes in a big steamer and was too hot to breathe, and sometimes fell into an ice hole and was shivering from the cold. His temples throbbed and twitched. The pain, but felt that the strength of the whole body disappeared like running water, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids.

Han Cheng hastily poured a glass of warm water over, then picked up Ying Nuo and leaned against his arms, and carefully fed him water: "If you feel uncomfortable, sleep a little longer, I'll call the doctor right now."

Ying Nuo drank the water in a daze, and leaned against the man like a cotton cover, humming weakly: "It's useless to call...I have a terminal illness. …”

It's still the kind of terminal illness that has no cure and can only wait to die obediently.

Seeing the person in his arms getting hotter and hotter, a look of pain flashed in Han Cheng's eyes, and the panic that had been suppressed all night came out as if coming true, making him a little panicked: "No... definitely Not what you said."

Yingnuo couldn't answer him, the buzzing sound in his ear completely covered Han Cheng's voice, his vision was blurred, and he could only see countless dots of bright light, his consciousness seemed to be taken away suddenly, Suddenly fell into the boundless darkness.

When Zheng Zeyu received the news that Yingnuo had a fever and was hospitalized, he thought it was his boss who was tossing him too hard. While slandering that the perennially dissatisfied person was full of firepower, he reckoned that the farce of this breakup would finally come to an end. It's over.But when he walked into the ward, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

Yingnuo fell into a coma due to the continuous rise in body temperature, and did not improve at all after taking the medicine. She had difficulty breathing, her hands and feet twitched, and she was sweating layer after layer. She curled up on the hospital bed unconsciously, as if she was dying of terminal illness.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Tang didn't find any inflamed infection in his body. It's really rare to have a high fever for no reason... But don't worry, the results of a deeper examination will come out in two hours... ...." The young doctor stood tremblingly in the ward with his head lowered. It was the first time he encountered such a bizarre illness. The patient's high fever would not go away after various means. This made all the doctors and nurses anxious. Desperately.

Han Cheng was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a towel to apply ice to Ying Nuo, his eyes were already terribly red, he tried his best to suppress his emotions, the blue veins protruding from his forehead looked a bit hideous: "When will he have a fever?! "

No matter how healthy a person is, they can't bear the endless burning. Every time Ying Nuo's body trembles, Han Cheng's heart will be slashed with a knife. It's the feeling of watching your lover suffer but being powerless Let him feel that life is worse than death.

"The dose of the antipyretic injection has reached the maximum tolerance of the human body..." The young doctor looked at the monitoring equipment beside the hospital bed, and the voice seemed to be about to cry: "Otherwise, let's try to wipe it with alcohol." Mr. Tang's body, this can also help the patient dissipate heat and reduce body temperature..."

Han Cheng's nerves were tense to the extreme, like a flammable firecracker: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Because he was worried that his boss would rush up and beat someone, Zheng Zeyu rushed up, pushed the young doctor by the shoulder and drove him out of the ward: "Please find some alcohol and clean gauze, please hurry up Son."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The young doctor came back to his senses, and rushed out without hesitation.

The entire ward was shrouded in a suffocating low air pressure, only the temperatureless beeping sound of the monitoring equipment.Zheng Zeyu looked at Han Cheng who was on the verge of collapse, and suddenly felt that if Ying Nuo died like this, then most of his boss would not survive.

But fortunately, there is no way out, after starting to wipe Ying Nuo's body with alcohol, the high fever that made everyone's heart tremble finally showed signs of subsiding, and the vital signs gradually stabilized.

"Thank God, Bodhisattva bless you!" The young doctor started feudal superstition under the watchful eyes of everyone, with a bright smile of relief on his face: "Mr. Tang's health is not bad, as long as he can reduce his fever, everything will be fine."

Han Cheng was still wiping the palms and soles of Ying Nuo's hands and feet with alcohol. Hearing this, his expression still did not relax, and his eyebrows were even tightened: "He had symptoms of nosebleeds before, and this time he had a high fever for no reason. By tonight at the latest, I want to know where his lesion is and the future treatment plan."

The young doctor's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly covered it up: "Okay Director Han, we have set up a special treatment team based on Mr. Tang's symptoms, and authoritative doctors in the city will come for consultation one after another, please rest assured .”

Han Cheng didn't speak, but waved his hands wearily.

The ward fell into silence again. Zheng Zeyu took a glass of warm water and handed it to Han Cheng: "You haven't drunk water all day, drink some."

Han Cheng's mouth was indeed dry, and his voice was still a little hoarse after drinking the water: "Go and get Ying Nuo's cell phone, he will probably yell again when he wakes up."

Zheng Zeyu nodded, hesitated for a while and couldn't help asking: "You...how did you and Mr. Tang get into this?"

Han Cheng raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, looked at Ying Nuo who was still sleeping and smiled wryly: "I don't know, I don't know what made this kid unhappy."

Zheng Zeyu sighed inwardly, and stopped talking for a while, but he still didn't say anything after all.

"The filming of "Unforgivable" continues," Han Cheng said indifferently, with no special emotion on his face, "Replace Tang Su's role, he needs time to rest."

In fact, Zheng Zeyu wanted to say that it was impossible for Ying Nuo to give up the role of Xiao Ma Tuan'er, but he could see that this was Han Cheng's biggest concession, so he nodded in agreement.

When he silently exited the ward, Zheng Zeyu was held down by someone's shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw Tang Tianba staring at him with a fierce face, and said almost gnashing his teeth: "Didn't you say that my brother went to Peking University with the crew? deserted?"