catch a boyfriend home

After feeding the cat, Yi Xingwen was worrying about what to do with the bag of cat food, when he passed by a very gentle and demure young girl in an off-white gauze dress with a vegetable basket in her hand.

He reminded him softly: "Cat food can be put in the storage bucket under the flower pond. We usually put it in there, so that whoever is free can feed them."

Yi Xingwen bent down a little, and there was really a blue storage bucket under the flower pond, and said, "Ah, there really is."

The girl smiled and asked, "Did you just move here?"

Yi Xingwen nodded, "Yes, I live in the second building on the fifth row."

"Well, I'm in the second building of the eighth row." The girl smiled softly: "Then I'll go first."

Yi Xingwen smiled and said, "Okay."

He put the cat food in the storage box and covered it, got up and went home.

Since deciding to set the male protagonist of Xinwen as the game anchor, Yi Xingwen changed his daily writing time to the afternoon, and spared the evening time to watch Yu Fan's live broadcast to collect writing inspiration.

This day, after dinner at night, he sat down at the desk as usual, opened the live broadcast software, and clicked on the live broadcast room in the favorites.But unexpectedly found that the live broadcast room was pitch black——Yu Fan hadn't started the live broadcast yet.

Yi Xingwen glanced at the time.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and at this time usually, Yu Fan had almost jumped out of the umbrella a dozen times.

He frowned strangely, stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and noticed something was wrong.

Yu Fan's temperament is like a sunflower, he is naturally sunny, and he likes bright and warm rooms the most. He usually never draws the curtains except when he sleeps at night.

But at this moment, the curtains in his bedroom were drawn tightly, not revealing any light.

I don't know if the curtains are thick, or the lights are not turned on at all.

Yi Xingwen said silently, "Aren't you at home?"

Yi Xingwen was used to watching his live broadcast these days, but today he was suddenly let go, and he felt a little empty in his heart.He sighed and clicked the mouse to close the live broadcast room.

The next day, he went out for a walk with the "Singing and Dancing" combination as usual. After hanging the birdcage on the rope, he leaned gently on the bamboo fence, staring at the stone road in the distance with empty eyes.

Seeing him frowning, Uncle Zhang asked with concern, "What's the matter? Do you have something on your mind?"

Yi Xingwen came back to his senses, chuckled, "No."

Until half past eight, the sun was already strong, and there was no sign of Yu Fan running in the morning on the stone road.

It's almost time for bird walks, and bird lovers cover their cages and go home one after another.It wasn't until there was only Yi Xingwen left around that he sighed insignificantly, and walked back with the birdcage in his hand.

Walking to the door of the house, I found a takeaway boy standing in front of Yu Fan's house next door, holding the takeaway in one hand and holding the phone in the other to make a call. After a minute, he frowned and took the phone from his ear. It seemed that he didn't get through .

Unable to contact the customer, the little brother poked the phone screen a few times quickly, so anxious that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yi Xingwen walked up and asked, "Is it a takeaway order in five rows?"

The delivery guy raised his head, looked at him as if he had found a savior, and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, do you live here?"

Yi Xingwen shook his head, "I live next door, haven't I contacted anyone?"

The takeaway guy hung his head in frustration, almost crying, and broke down: "I called the customer several times and he didn't answer, and no one came to answer the doorbell. I put the takeaway at his door and I was afraid of being homeless." The cat is gone, and it's time for delivery, I've already received two bad reviews this month, if I get another bad review, I'm really going to pack up and go home..."

Among the thousands of emotions in the world, Yi Xingwen despises the "collapse" of adults the most.

He sighed softly, and tried to comfort him as gently as possible: "Don't worry, give me the takeaway first, and I will hand it over to him later. Don't worry, I will let him give you a good review."

The takeaway boy looked up at him and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

Yi Xingwen took the takeaway, smiled and shook his head, "No. You can continue to work, come on."

The takeaway boy took a step back and bowed slightly to him, clenched his right hand into a fist and whispered to himself, "Come on."

Then he got on the bike and left.

Yi Xingwen watched him leave, and returned home with takeaway.

He reached out for his phone, clicked on Yu Fan's profile picture in WeChat, and sent his first WeChat message.

【Cute Blush Chicken】Aren't you at home?Your takeaway is here.

Yi Xingwen waited for 5 minutes with his mobile phone, but there was no reply.

He thought about it and sent another one.

【Cute Blush Chicken】Contact me when you see it.

After sending out, he threw his phone aside, went to the kitchen and cut a plate of fruit for himself, sat on the sofa with the fruit plate in hand, turned on the TV, and played the latest issue of If You Are the One.

Halfway through the show, Yi Xingwen picked up his phone and took a look.

Still no reply.

From last night to now, Yu Fan has not appeared again. If he was away from home, it would be impossible for him not to reply to WeChat for such a long time.

Thinking of news such as "the missing teenager", Yi Xingwen's heart sank, and he quickly dialed the voice chat.

After 1 minute passed, the voice was automatically hung up.

He continued his efforts until he finally got a response after dialing the fifth time.

"What are you doing!" Yu Fan's irritable voice came from the other end, he sounded in a bad mood, and his nasal voice was very heavy, his voice was already hoarse.

Seeing him pick up the voice, Yi Xingwen was relieved first, and frowned when he heard the hoarseness in his voice, "What's wrong with your throat? Are you sick?"

Yu Fan seemed to turn over on the other side, and said angrily, "Who are you?"

Yi Xingwen was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "Your neighbor."

It seems that this baby is really sick, and his mind is so sleepy.

Yu Fan didn't know if he heard it or not, so he hummed a few times impatiently.

It looked like he was at home alone, sick and unattended, and he hadn't eaten yet, so it was poor.

Yi Xingwen forgave his negative emotions very tolerantly, and said gently: "The courier boy couldn't get through to your phone, so he sent your takeaway to me. You open the door, and I will send it to you."

Yu Fan gave a gruff "Oh", then lifted the quilt and stood up, and there was a stabbing sound from Yi Xingwen's side.

Yi Xingwen hung up the audio, and walked to the next door with his takeaway.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the iron door was opened with a "beep". Yi Xingwen pushed the door and went in. Across the garden, he saw that the door of the inner room was pushed open by a white figure, and then the figure turned around as if he had completed the task. Running upstairs, you can see his sorrow and anger from his back.

Yi Xingwen chuckled, and thought, "This kid looks like a human firecracker after he gets sick."

He walked in, put the takeaway on the coffee table, and originally planned to leave.But halfway through the walk, I felt really worried. Someone else was sick. As a neighbor, it seemed too heartless for him to put down his things and leave. He had to visit and see if there was anything he needed to help.

Yi Xingwen stepped up to the second floor.

Yu Fan might have been too hasty when he went up just now, the bedroom door was not closed securely, just to avoid the embarrassment of Yi Xingwen knocking on the wrong door.

He stepped forward and tapped on the door twice.

The raised "earth mound" on the bed moved in response.

Yi Xingwen didn't care about etiquette anymore, he opened the door and walked to Yu Fan's bed.

Yu Fan wrapped himself in the quilt, only showing the upper half of his face, now he is closing his eyes, his brows are tightly knit, his cheeks are flushed, and he is in an extremely uncomfortable state of irritability.

Yi Xingwen raised his hand and touched his forehead, exclaiming, "It's so hot."

He bowed slightly, and asked in a low voice, "When did you start having a fever?"

Yu Fan hummed vaguely, "Yesterday..."

Yi Xingwen: "Didn't you take your medicine?"

Yu Fan covered himself under the quilt again, and resisted: "Don't eat, I'll cover it for a while and it will be fine."

Yi Xingwen sighed, reached out and tapped his forehead, cursing: "If you continue to burn, you will be stupid. Wait, I will get you the medicine."

He got up and went back to his home, found anti-fever medicine, cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine, took out a new thermos cup from the bottom shelf of the wine cabinet, washed it, filled it with warm water, and brought it to Yu Fan's bedside.

Yi Xingwen tugged at the quilt that was tightly pulled by him, and said softly: "Get up and take the medicine, take the medicine before going to sleep."

The person on the bed didn't respond for a long time.

Yi Xingwen held back his temper, and coaxed: "Take the medicine to recover quickly, good boy."

Yu Fan has been feeling a little dizzy and coughing since last night. He thought he would be fine when he woke up, but he didn't expect to wake up with a splitting headache, his body was heavy like lead, and because he hadn't eaten for most of the day, he now My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my eyes stare when I open my eyes, and my ears are buzzing. I feel so uncomfortable. Naturally, I don’t have the willpower to control my emotions.

He turned over very irritably, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't eat it! Take it away!"

Yi Xingwen stood there quite at a loss. If he remembered correctly, only his five-year-old nephew would act like Yu Fan when he didn't want to take injections or medicine.

And what he can't handle the most is the unreasonableness of the bear boy.

Yi Xingwen sighed, and tentatively stretched out his hand to pull his quilt.

Unexpectedly, Yu Fan's reaction of resistance this time was a bit big, and he just took the pillow on the bed and threw it at him, shouting: "Don't bother me! Go away!"

Because the person on the bed was sick, the throwing pillow was not very powerful, and the direction was not directed at Yi Xingwen, but he suddenly turned cold.

Yi Xingwen is an experienced face controler. He is usually very willing to be more tolerant to beauties, but his tolerance has a limit. If that person is too unreasonable and tramples on other people's good intentions, he does not have much patience to deal with a madman.

What's more, they have only been neighbors for a few days, and there is no so-called neighborhood affection between them.

And if it's just relying on the friendship of a few songs on the Internet, it seems that it's not worth letting him bear this kind of anger for no reason.

Yi Xingwen raised the corners of his mouth, sneered, turned around and left with his cup and medicine box.

The author has something to say: The Seven Kings of Yu didn't trample on other people's good intentions, he just got sick and liked to play with his petty temper and needed coaxing.But this kind of petty temper has to be seen by people who are close to and like it. In the eyes of other people (such as the blush chicken who I met not long ago), it is unreasonable to make trouble.

Seven Kings of Fish (crying): "I was wrong, please forgive me."