I heard that the actor is also writing novels

There was another burst of silence.

After thinking about it, the temperature was almost up to one o'clock, and it was not a problem to waste it. He made up his mind to say something like asking Ye Wen to go home early and have a good rest. He was just about to speak, but Ye Wen turned around and left without warning. Wen Wen was so embarrassed that he didn't even know whether to say goodbye or not.

What's going on here?

He touched his nose in confusion, feeling that he was making fun of himself. He closed the door of his own house before the elevator door opened unhappily. Can't close the door in front of him?

Wen Wen thought about it a little angrily, he glanced at the gorgeous signature again, put it on the dining table, went to the bathroom to wash up, turned off the TV, lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, It didn't take long to fall asleep.

Ye Ming opened the door in a daze and returned home, his body slid down against the back of the door uncontrollably. God knows how much effort he had spent standing in front of the temperature before falling down, so much so that now he even wanted to close the door behind him. He pulled it, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He looked at the darkness in front of him, but he couldn't even find the button to turn on the light. He leaned against the wall next to the door, and fell into the darkness before his eyes. Lost consciousness.

The alarm clock with the temperature set at six o'clock rang on time. He opened his sleepy eyes and found out with some pain that today was Black Monday again, and he was about to start a week of work again. He silently counted ten numbers on the bed, and then Struggling to jump up from the bed, although the working time is set at 09:30, and it is only an hour away from home to the company, the temperature is more inclined to get up early, so that he has enough time to prepare for the day. matter.

He even thought it would be nice for him to spend the extra time wandering the streets.

He tidied up all the documents and laptop, and stuffed them into his briefcase. With a toothbrush in his mouth, he was annoyed to find out that he had forgotten to charge his laptop last night because of something like Ye Jian.

That would only be recharged at the company. He secretly made such a plan, but he picked up the book on the dining table almost unconsciously. He flipped through a few pages and found that two pages had Song Qiaoyu's signature. He wondered if it was because Ye Wen was worried that he felt that one signature was not enough, so he made two pages for himself, Wen Wen continued to flip through the book.

Unexpectedly, after a few blank pages, a densely handwritten schedule appeared.

If it’s the schedule of the previous few days, it’s okay, it also includes the schedule for the future—today is October No. 19, and the schedule above indicates that today is a day off, and from tomorrow to October 24 Another dense itinerary, this group, that variety show, and even volunteer projects, the temperature is dazzling.

Like a thief, Wen Wen took out his mobile phone and took pictures of these schedules. After holding this book, he was a little at a loss, thinking that it had become a hot potato. After hesitating for a few seconds, he tore off the book. After a few pages of Song Qiaoyu's signature that Ye Yan brought to him, he put on his shirt, windbreaker and slacks, and he carefully arranged his appearance in front of the mirror. He smiled at the angular man in the mirror, and turned to Picked up the book, opened the door and went downstairs.

Didn't Ye Wen not say goodbye to him when he left?Perhaps he was too tired.

In the elevator, Wen Wen easily found an excuse to forgive Ye Wen, but he was still a little nervous when he stepped out of the elevator, and it was only before seven o'clock, could it be that Ye Wen hadn't woken up yet?

After all, the schedule was so tight before—it was indeed as he had guessed before, the average sleep of Ye Wen in the past few days was no more than five hours a day, but the working hours were more than ten hours a day on average... He calculated with some anxiety, and decided now Just put the notebook at the door of Ye Wen's house, and after a while, I will send a message to remind Ye Wen to take the notebook.

When he thought of this, he felt a little better. When he walked to the door of Ye Wen's house, his first reaction was that there was something wrong with his eyes—why did he feel that Ye Wen's house was not closed?

Somewhat surprised, he took two steps forward, Wen Wen tentatively stretched out his hand, and almost cursed, Ye Wen really didn't close the door!

Annoyed, he wanted to close the door for Ye Wen and leave, but he thought it would be a good idea to go in and help someone put things on the table before leaving, so he opened the door and prepared to go in——

But the door seems to be stuck with something?

He tried to push the door in again, but he still felt that something was blocking the door. Somewhat reluctantly, he turned on the light with his mobile phone to illuminate the still dark scene in Ye Wen's room, and the temperature almost screamed out. .

The notebook fell to the ground with a thud, and he had no time to take care of the temperature. He jammed the door and squeezed in through the crack of the door. After closing the door, he quickly supported Ye Wen who had lost his support and just slid down like that.

"Ye Wen? Ye Wen?" He called out tentatively, and subconsciously put his hand on the forehead, only to feel that it was burning hot. Ye Wen's breathing was rapid, but there was no response.Now the temperature is urgent, he was just about to call 119, only to realize that the person in his arms is a well-known person, after weighing for a few seconds, he called his eldest sister: "Sister, come to my house to pick me up For a moment—you are a spoiled ghost, I have a patient here! Either you come by yourself or bring me an ambulance!"

A few years ago, Wen Wen's eldest sister bought a large piece of vacant land in the suburbs of Y city because of repeated setbacks in major hospitals, and opened a private hospital. The realm is beyond everyone's expectation, and now, he can't take Ye Wen to any public hospital, his eldest sister's hospital is his only choice.

Sitting in the ambulance, just in case Ye Wen put on his peaked cap that he was getting tired of seeing, called his department manager to ask for leave, and had no time to worry about his full attendance bonus The tragedy of being ruined, he only cared about Ye Wen who was still unconscious, and kept telling the driver to hurry up.

At some point, Wen Wen's hand, which was warm throughout the year, couldn't help holding Ye Wen's cold hand. He didn't have time to shiver, but after feeling the cold temperature, the temperature held tighter.

The driver was forced by him to run through four red lights, and the accompanying nurse was too frightened to speak.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the morning, and the police were not on duty yet, so he didn't need to pay a fine.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, his elder sister Wen Zhi was standing at the door waiting. Seeing him coming, before Wen Zhi had time to ask him a question, Wen Wen hurriedly followed the stretcher bearers into the hospital with the patient. Without asking her, Wen Zhi twitched the corners of his eyes, so he had no choice but to ask the accompanying nurse how the patient was doing.

Nurse: "...I have a fever."

Wen Zhi: ... My brother is sick, right? He has a fever and needs an ambulance?

It wasn't until Ye Wen did a full-body examination that the result was a fever caused by a viral cold caused by overwork, and the temperature was relieved. He watched Ye Wen lying quietly on the hospital bed, dripping in slowly and slowly. Only then did I feel my heart settle down, and the lazy sunlight hit Ye Wen's clean face, revealing a little divine radiance.

The years are quiet.

Wen Wen didn't know why this word jumped out of his mind, and before he could react, he had already approached Ye Wen in a strange way, and kissed the corner of Ye Wen's mouth lightly.

The temperature jumped up in the next second, and he only had time to straighten the chair quickly and prevent it from making a sound, and fled out of the ward by himself, blushing and heartbeating, after carefully closing the door of the ward. The first reaction was to turn around and walk as far away as possible——

"stop."

At this time, came from behind him, a female voice that he least wanted to hear.

He turned around stupidly, and tried very hard to pull out a smiling face: "Sister..."

"Ye Jian?" Although it was a question, Wen Zhi, with his hands crossed on his chest, insisted on saying an affirmative sentence, "He is your high school classmate, how long have you liked him?"

"Twelve..." Wen Wen covered his mouth belatedly, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have exposed something.

"Stop pretending, just because you haven't had a girlfriend in more than ten years, do you think my mother will believe that you are straight?" Wen Zhi looked at the temperature, and snorted coldly, very much like someone who had come here.

"This is the first patient in this hospital who came in just with a fever." Wen Zhi didn't wait for him to reply, moved his head, and changed the subject unexpectedly, "Does he know you like him?"

"No..." Wen Wen wanted to slap himself for the second time, why didn't the elder sister become a spy with such a powerful cliché skill!He thought with chagrin, bowing his head like a child who has done something wrong.

"...you come with me." Seeing his silly brother bowing his head in aggrieved way, Wen Zhi could only sigh, and slightly softened his tone, and said so.

The author has something to say: The promised kiss is here!Yes!He was such a clear child early on!

Besides, don’t cry sweetly, I’ll show you QAQ

ah!Repeat again, I participated in the essay contest where I have a date with Jinjiang early, a bottle of nutrient solution is four votes, and a mine is one vote, if you think this article is okay, I hope everyone can vote for it QAQ

#From [-] o’clock on Sunday night, desperately fight flowers to change the text early, next week will be military training!The manuscript box must be full first! ! #