Run away after flirting with the male god

No matter how much you hate, you can't do anything to people, Yang Fan clenched his hands tightly, his voice became confused and hollow, and he only used a tone that the two could hear: "Yang Shunjun, I remember it clearly." After speaking, he pushed people away with all his strength.

The living room, which was happy 10 minutes ago, turned into miscellaneous in a blink of an eye. Yang Fan walked slowly to the kitchen and took out a fruit knife. Yang Runzhi timidly shouted: "What do you want to do!"

Does he want to kill with a knife!

"I'll let you see my determination." The corners of Yang Fan's lips rose evilly, he rolled up his clothes to reveal his arms, and slid down without a trace of hesitation under the gaze of eight eyes.

"Ah!" Gu Fang's scream came from inside the room.

Such a loud voice is really embarrassing for pregnant women.

The point of the knife pierced into the flesh and blood immediately, and the normally fair skin was pressed into a vortex by the point of the knife and continued to move downward. Yang Fan did not change his face until the blood stained the ground red, and he threw the knife to support the wall with a bang. : "I, Yang Fan, am a person who died once. Since I have died once, this life is picked up. I am not afraid of death and I am not afraid of making trouble with you. Today I drew a knife in my hand. Maybe one day I will be in a bad mood. Okay, which part of your body is drawn... Heh, you are all afraid of death, old and heartless, your family is really a perfect match."

"I want money, but I don't have it." He stretched out his bloody hand and said to Yang Runzhi who kept backing away, "And I want you to return the [-] to me."

"I have no money, and my family has no money!" Yang Runzhi guessed that he didn't dare to really do anything to people. How can he say that he is a public figure now, if he gets involved in the bureau, will he have a future?

"That's good." Yang Fan was a little dizzy, picked up the knife and poked it on the stool to stand still, the light refracted by the chandelier above his head on the knife surface was bloody cold, he didn't expect that one day he would be oppressive like a local snake Yang Shunjun covered his heart and tremblingly looked for medicine, Chen Min was in a hurry to take care of his wife, and Yang Runzhi looked flustered and looked like he couldn't afford the money.

Maybe there are too many plays, even the eyes have the function of distinguishing the truth from the fake.

Yang Fan supported his head and didn't mind that the blood would make his face look even scarier: "Since Yang Runzhi has no money, the family has demolished three houses and sold one, so a mere [-] yuan should be enough for him."

"Yang Fan, you are going too far, how can you ask your parents for money!" Yang Runzhi didn't expect Yang Fan to make such a request, remembering what he did some time ago, he couldn't help sweating, wiped and wiped in panic.

How to do……

"You borrowed this money from my friend. If you don't lend it now, what else can you do?"

"What 'my friend', I think it's your boyfriend!" The words successfully attracted the attention of the two old people, and Yang Shunjun even picked up the bowl and threw it at him, "Bastard!"

Yang Fan blocked it with his hand, and the bowl sliced ​​a ten-centimeter mark on the back of his hand. There was not much blood but his skin was so bloodless that he looked like a dead person.He pressed his injured arm and missed Song Bai for some reason, he thought Song Bai should come, even if he stood beside him without speaking, he would feel at ease.

"If you don't pay it back, he will go to the police. Anyway, the IOU and the video are all proofs. You will lose face when there is a commotion. Yang Shunjun, do you think I am right?"

Yang Shunjun looked at the messy living room and wanted to scold but didn't dare. Yang Fan remembered what happened back then, so he said to Chen Min cruelly, "Go, take your family card to the self-service bank at the gate of the community to withdraw money, and return it to him on the spot."

"Dad!" Yang Runzhi panicked.

Yang Fan covered his arms, the blood on his lips became pale, and he was exhausted. When a person bleeds 5%-10% of his body’s blood, he needs a blood transfusion. I don’t know if he bleeds so much now. Yang Runzhi is like a clown jumping up and down in front of him. Next, it seemed that he was particularly afraid that Chen Min would go back to the room to take the money.But the most vicious person in the family was Yang Shunjun. Although Chen Min felt resentful, he honestly took what he said. Yang Fan noticed that Yang Runzhi's hands and feet were not only trembling, but his eyes kept looking into the room absentmindedly.

interesting.

"Ah! I've been burglarized!" Chen Min ran out with disheveled hair, holding an iron box in his hand and crying anxiously, "The real estate certificate and card are gone, gone!"

Yang Shunjun's attention was also taken away from Yang Fan. He stared blankly at the iron box with only the wedding photo and ring left, and suddenly looked at his youngest son and asked angrily, "Did you take it?"

"No no no it's not me, I don't know anything."

Mo Ruomu, the son of Mo Ruo, Chen Min immediately rushed forward and beat him: "You tell the truth, where are the things!"

Seeing that everyone doubted him, Yang Runzhi said with a pale face and trembling: "Take it... take it and pay back the money first."

"What!" Yang Shunjun turned up his voice and was so angry that he couldn't stand up again.

Yang Runzhi swallowed and promised: "He said that the house can be mortgaged for 80 yuan. I...Yang Fan will help me pay off the debt immediately and we will buy it back. Anyway, the money will be given to you, not bad."

Chen Min fell to the ground when he heard 'that house', and after two seconds of silence, he burst into tears: "The house..."

Yang Shunjun passed out without taking a breath, his hands and feet twitched on the ground and he was unconscious.

The scene started to be chaotic with the woman crying desperately. Yang Fan leaned against the wall and felt his vision blurry, and there was a vibration in his pocket. He escaped and squinted his eyes for a closer look, only to find that it was Song Bai. After connecting, he deliberately smiled and said: "You, why did you call me?"

"I urge you to go to bed early."

Yang Fan hummed, and hearing the sound of an ambulance coming from the stairs, he asked with a smile, "Scholar, can I ask you a question?"

Perhaps because he heard that the atmosphere on the phone was not right, Song Bai's eyebrows became more serious: "What's wrong with you."

"How many milliliters of blood does a person bleed out to die?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped, Yang Fan slowly sat on the place, his body was cold, and he said in a voice that was almost whispering: "I did a stupid thing, lost a lot of blood, and finally asked a question that you can't answer." Just said His eyes turned white, and there was a 'buzzing' sound in his ears. He wanted to get up but found that he had no strength.

In a daze, it seemed that several people lifted themselves up and entered the room full of disinfectant smell. He tried hard to open his eyes, but in the end he could only faintly look at the world through a small slit.

At that time, his whole body was in pain, and his bones made crisp sounds when he fell from a tall building. The feeling of blood being drained from his body was very clear. He also looked at the sky vaguely like this, watching the blue sky slowly turn gray before his eyes. darken...

"Dean, a pregnant woman with type O blood transfused all the blood in stock tonight!"

"Dean, the patient..."

The nurse hurriedly asked the family members outside: "Which one of you has O blood type, the patient is in urgent need of blood transfusion."

Gu Fang looked at the other people raising their hands silently: "I am."

"Put it down!" Chen Min's hair was messed up into straw, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously he had just cried, and he glared at his daughter-in-law to let her mind her own business, "We don't have type O blood here."

"Auntie, please be more sensible, it's your son lying inside."

Chen Min protected Gu Fang to prevent the nurse from touching her, and yelled, "She has my grandson in her belly, who dares to touch her? Your hospital is so awesome that you force people to donate blood. We won't."

Pregnant women are not suitable for donating blood, but the patient inside is in critical condition, and the nurse is at a loss what to do. As a result, the new intern raised his hand: "I am type O."

"You are so skinny!"

"Save people, I can't die."

So Yang Fan was transfused with a little blood in a daze, and his body was still cold.He heard the phone ringing next to him and felt very noisy, and wanted to press it off but had no strength.

"Do you know anyone with type O blood? If possible, please rush to the hospital as soon as possible. The patient is in urgent need of blood transfusion."

Song Bai hung up the phone with a frosty face, his thin lips pursed into an extremely angry line, thinking that his blood type was not compatible with Yang Fan, he punched the wall with bloodshot hands hard, the knuckles were bleeding enough to see the force of that punch .

Song Bai quickly rummaged through the contacts to find out who was type O, and the target quickly locked on one person.

Jia Wen is a person who can’t calm down. Jia Jing’s sitting at home these days made him very unhappy. It’s very good that Jia Jing left in the afternoon. He quickly dug out the trendy brand he just bought and put on a handsome hairstyle. He planned to start an unforgettable nightlife, but...he received a call from a man just as he was about to go out.

Without further ado, Song Bai stuffed the person into the car. Jia Wen's head hurt so badly that he didn't dare to speak out. He mustered up the courage to ask, but he was scared to pee by the speed of the other party's car: "Fuck you! It's my sports car!" Damn it's been a few traffic lights, so can I still pay the fine!

But Song Bai didn't listen, his car was a lottery winner, so Jia Wen's car couldn't be compared. This difference can be seen from the comfort of the seat. He stepped on the accelerator with a straight face and turning is just a drift. In the car, he hugged the seat belt and was terrified: "Oh my sister, sister save me!"

"Yang Fan has an accident and needs a blood transfusion, you are type O!" It took a long time for Jia Wen to hear the man's desperately suppressed but still heart-piercing roar, that kind of desperation drifted inside and conveyed the deepest darkness, he trembled all over and stopped screaming , "I... I am type O."

However, before taking a breather, Song Bai drove the car onto the highway, and Jia Wen looked at the number soaring to the top, as if he saw a mountain of fines and the smiling face of the policeman: "Slow down!"

Song Bai didn't say a word.

Jia Wen saw from the rearview mirror that the man's eyes were bloodshot like a beast. This was the first time he saw Song Bai out of control and out of control very thoroughly. Trembling and his buddies texting will not go high tonight.

After flying for an hour, Jia Wen just came out of the ascension environment. He felt being dragged and rushed to check, and then his body was pressed on the hospital bed. When he looked up to see what was going on, he felt a sharp pain in his arms.

"Aww!!!" Damn it!

……

There are hands rubbing the head, the force is very light, he likes the smell of this person very much, so he wants to take a look, but his eyelids are too heavy and he can only open a slit, and a broad back appears in front of him, looking like Strong and stalwart.

Since he was a child, he envied people with strong bodies, and he was not afraid of fighting with others and no one dared to provoke them.

His eyes seemed to be clearer, and there was the sound of a towel splashing in his ears. He slowly raised his hand and pulled the man with difficulty, his five fingers were weak and he could only hook a little finger: "Song Mubai."

Just from the back, he could recognize that it was Song Bai.

At this moment, Yang Fan completely recovered his vision, Song Bai shook his hand and kissed it, his lips were trembling slightly, and he said dryly, "I'm awake."

"I just got a small cut, it's fine." Yang Fan raised his hand and touched the man's face, with a smile on his lips, "How much blood can a person die?"

The man replied in a deep voice: "The blood volume of a person is 7%-8% of body weight. When the blood loss reaches 20% of the total blood volume, hemorrhagic shock will occur."

Yang Fan then showed a slight smile, narrowed his eyes and said weakly: "You must have searched, this question doesn't count."

His hands were gently wiped with warm water. Yang Fan finally regained his strength when he drank some water and lay down again. He found that this was a double room.

"Hey, hello..." There was a half-dead voice from the other side of the curtain, it sounded very cheap, Song Bai pulled out the curtain, revealing his acquaintance who was on a ventilator, Jia Wen turned his head to look at Yang Fan frame by frame, just like seeing his father Like a mother, tears flowed down her eyes as soon as she blinked: "Brother... You are awake... Hey, I'm going to die."

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Fan asked.

Jia Wen's yelling became even more fierce, and he said with tears in his eyes, "I have written the suicide note, remember to give it to my sister, and say that I am sorry for her..."

"Speak well." Song Bai held the lunch box with an unhappy expression on his face.

Jia Wen was aggrieved and cried, this mother's differential treatment was too great, and the result of sending blood for thousands of miles was disgusting. He turned over and cried louder and louder, like Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall.

Yang Fan looked at the flowers in the fog and didn't understand, so he asked after the man's words: "What happened."

Song Bai said: "You have type O blood. There was a pregnant woman in the hospital who ran out of blood. In the middle of the night, no one was found. The nurse was in a hurry. I received a call and remembered that Jia Wen had type O blood, so I brought him here."

"What do you mean you brought me here? You obviously brought me here tied up. By the way, how do you know that I have type O blood!"

"Sophomore physical examination, there are only five O-types in the whole class, three females and two males, you and my family Fanfan." This is also a coincidence, because one of the male and female twins has a special blood type, so the counselor asked him to pay attention to it, girls If the deputy squad leader looked at him, he was looking at the boys, and he just memorized all the O's. Fortunately, Jia Wen was crazy but not aggressive, and Yang Fan was not a troublemaker who only worked at work. Besides, Yang Fan would definitely not let himself suffer.It's too surprising that a small thing turned out to be the key.

Yang Fan swallowed the meal and asked, "How much did you lose?"

Jia Wen curled his lips: "I'm going to die." Then he lay back on the hospital bed and pretended to be dead, muttering ouch, as if he would die in the next second.

The nurse came in and looked at the situation and thought that the patient had been sent to the wrong room. Then she saw that there was no medical record on the bedside and finally remembered what happened. She stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder: "Have you run out of respirators?"

"Sister nurse, why are you doing this? I am a seriously ill patient."

Song Bai put the meal to the young man's mouth with a sullen face, seeing him staring at the side without blinking, he reminded: "He forced himself to inhale oxygen."

Yang Fan: "..." He really couldn't treat Jia Wen as a normal person. He turned his head to see Jia Wen's face full of peach blossoms, happily holding the nurse's hand and pretending to chat. He lamented in his heart and continued to eat for three seconds.

The nurse left and took the respirator with her. Jia Wensheng got out of bed vigorously and sat next to Yang Fan: "Aren't you just going home? Why is there a bloody disaster? My classmate, I think you have black forehead. You should be careful recently."

"I made this myself, and I didn't pay attention when I started." His left hand was tightly wrapped with a bandage, and Yang Fan had difficulty lifting it, which probably made him unable to move for a while. Fortunately, all the work was completed and the next shoot would be at the end of the month.

After all, he still failed to pretend...

"I hurt myself like this without paying attention." Song Bai put down the bowl, stared at Yang Fan's left hand for a long time, "I don't know if I have type O blood, how dare I do such nonsense, if the nurse didn't answer my call, if the last Let everyone show up to give you a blood transfusion..." He didn't dare to continue to think about the remaining 'what if', and finally there was a crack on his normally indifferent face, and he saw the porridge stains on the corner of the other party's mouth and raised his hand to wipe it off for him, but his hands were not strong enough. Small.

"... Hiss..." Yang Fan endured it silently, he didn't dare to say more, but he sensed...anger from the eyes of the other party shooting over?

No, this must be his delusion, at most he just hates iron but not steel.

"Don't look at me like that." He acted sad, but in fact he was ecstatic.

Song Bai held the job bowl in his hand and looked at him showing weakness, his heart softened, he continued to feed him with a spoon, and then whispered: "Yang Shunjun is awake, the situation is not very good."

"En guessed it." Older and stimulated, the elderly are not scared, Yang Fan leans on the pillow and eats carelessly, but in Song Bai's eyes, he becomes sad. When the nurse came to apply the medicine, Jia Wen groaned again Moaning to death, Yang Fan couldn't hold back and threw a pear at him, but Jia Wen caught it and ate it.

Dude, do you have any other ambitions besides picking up girls?

Yang Fan didn't ask, thinking he would shake his head and say no.

But it was unexpected that Jia Wen could donate blood to him, even though he always yelled that Song Bai had kidnapped him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, we are good friends." Jia Wen gnawed a pear and was about to throw it away. Seeing that Song Bai's eyes were on the pear and bit it clean, he shrank his neck and moved towards the door.

"It's so hot, I'll go outside to see the nurse sister." The door slipped clean as soon as it was closed.

Song Bai was silent for a moment and asked: "You deliberately don't want me to feel at ease."

"It's nothing serious anyway, I'm not going to die anyway." As soon as the words finished, the man's face was gloomy, Yang Fan wanted to say that he spared his life just to scare them, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.Song Bai rubbed him into his arms very hard, except for the injured arm, he could feel the compression of all the bones in his body.

Mother, is this the legendary friendship in adversity?

Yang Fan raised his bandaged hand and secretly smiled, then patted the man's back with his intact hand and said, "I'm really fine." He was obviously very angry but he held it back and didn't say a word.

What a poorly expressive person, and earthy.

"I want to go and see Yang Shunjun."

Song Bai took a deep breath and returned to normal, silently helped him down.Yang Fan waved his hand and said that he was not disabled yet, so instead of letting him help him, he turned around and walked towards Yang Shunjun's ward with a solemn expression.

Fortunately, Chen Min was not here, and Yang Runzhi was sleeping soundly on the other hospital bed. He directly reminded people in a bad tone: "Go out, I want to talk to him."

"Fuck, who!" Turning his head to see Yang Fan, Yang Runzhi clenched his fist and immediately wanted to greet him. He is a dead star, and as long as he is around since childhood, nothing good will happen at home.

"Yang Runzhi, I hope you can make sure you can bear the consequences before you do anything."

Yang Runzhi slowly put down his hand, and walked out in a haze.

Those eyes really wanted to swallow him alive, Yang Fan smiled and looked at the man on the hospital bed, looked at him for a long time and said with a smile: "Stop pretending."

Yang Shunjun opened his cloudy eyes, not daring to look at Yang Fan, and weakly pointed to the door: "Go."

"I won't leave." Yang Fan touched the bandage on his arm, lowered his head and said very clearly, "I can tell from your appearance that there is no memory degradation."

As if guessing what he was going to say, Yang Shunjun's body shook again and again.

"It was Children's Day that day. Yang Runzhi fought in school and was not included in the women's restroom. Chen Min went to school to talk nicely to the teacher, and I cooked at home. I remember that the weather was bad and cloudy that day." He looked out the window and continued, "I feel the same as today. I told you that I feel unwell like I have a fever. Don't worry about it. Yang Shunjun, what kind of beast are you to touch your son's bed when he is sick? How are you two brothers? They are all of the same virtue.”

Yang Shunjun couldn't move on the bed. Yesterday's shock seemed to make him ten years older. The white mist in the respirator began to increase violently. He widened his eyes and explained: "I drank too much wine that day."

"Yang Shunjun, I saw that you were honest and honest when you went to work. I never thought that you were very courageous. I wanted to stab you to death at that time, but fortunately I didn't do it." With trembling hands, he drew a small mouth and felt his blood boil.

"Am I your son?"

He asked casually, but which Yang Shunjun really answered: "No..."

Yang Fan was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, the whole family hated him to the bone, and he was relieved. He walked to Yang Shunjun's bed and looked at it: "If I pull it out, guess you will die?"

Seeing the terrified look in the other party's eyes, he really put his hand on the switch, but when Yang Shunjun was screaming madly on the bed, he patted his face with his hands in a condescending tone, and said slowly: "You die quickly. I don't mind telling you something for your death. Your precious son may make you homeless."

Yang Fan left coolly and pretended not to hear the old man's roar. Yang Shunjun was always ordered around in the factory because of his honesty, but he couldn't get rid of his paranoid behavior when he climbed up. The family vented their anger, and their temper escalated after a long time, so it's so awesome?The house is his root, and now that the house has been sold by Yang Runzhi, his liver must be in pain for a long time.

He stood outside the door for a while, smoking a cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette was not good enough to smoke, and the soundproofing of the hospital was not good enough to hear the noise from inside the door. Chen Min protected Yang Runzhi, and Yang Shunjun was not afraid to speak up when he was roaring inside. Come up and die.

"All of them are nothing to worry about, Yang Runzhi, I will beat you to death today!"

"Old man, what are you doing!"

It was a family ethics drama, Yang Fan sighed a long puff of smoke and tried to make a circle in the air, but failed obviously.

Seeing Yang Fan smoking by the window alone, Song Bai must have been very sad with his head down. He walked over and pinched out the cigarette, then lifted Yang Fan's face and rubbed his forehead: "No smoking, smoking is harmful to health."

It was clearly a very intimate gesture, but it had to be accompanied by a serious persuasive speech. Yang Fan wanted to say that he didn't feel sad, and he didn't use cigarettes to relieve his sorrow.

"I just feel disturbed and want to smoke a cigarette."

Song Bai listened to the quarrel in the ward, his eyes swept across Yang Fan's face, probably people with good looks have a sense of beauty in everything they do, he stood at the stairs and watched for a long time, watching Yang Fan quietly take a puff of cigarette and then slowly exhale When it comes out, the eyes are squinted when spitting out, which is not comfortable and refreshing, and the corners of the mouth seem to be crying and laughing.

His Fanfan can actually smoke?

"When will I smoke?" Song Bai put his hands around Yang Fan's ears.

Yang Fan stayed for a few seconds before he thought of the other party's intention, "I don't remember."

"Smoking is not allowed in the future." He casually threw a cigarette out of the window, Yang Fan tried to stop him, and said, "You are wasting, it is shameful to waste!"

Song Bai sighed silently: "If you dare to smoke again, go back and write a 1000-word review and hand it in."

"..."

Yang Fan swore he wasn't angry, but he just stared at him with burning eyes, okay, you're attacking you, I'm accepting my confession.

He knew that Song Bai didn't like to smell weird smells, so he leaned close to Nunu and kissed him, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips to slowly trace the outline, the man didn't move, the emotion in his eyes was always infinitely tolerant.

Song Bai pursed his lips and ranted over, pulled him back and said, "I made ribs soup for you today."

When passing by the door of the ward, Yang Fan swore that he didn't mean to listen, but the commotion inside was getting louder and louder. A few nurses in the corridor had already trotted over to check the situation. It turned out that Yang Shunjun beat Yang Runzhi, maybe he and Song Bai secretly Time turned into a fight between Chen Min and Yang Shunjun.

"I saw that kid Yang Fan is not, not my kind!"

"You fart, I gave birth to two sons for your old Yang family, Yang Shunjun, you have to use your conscience to say this!"

"I just... just relying on my conscience, my mother has always felt that Yang Fan is not a child of our family, you are outside...outside..."

Through the glass on the door, Yang Fan felt a bitter soreness running wildly in his heart, his shoulders tightened, and he looked up to see that Song Bai tightened his arms, shrunk into the man's arms and lowered his head, looking into the other's eyes In it is the image of a miserable son whose father doesn't love him and his mother doesn't love him.

Song Bai kissed Yang Fan's forehead as a silent comfort, and hugged him back to make room for the nurse.

"Ah Yang Shunjun, I can't stop talking to you!"

"dad!"

Immediately after the bang, the family members in the surrounding wards pretended to have something to do and came out to take a look. Yang Shunjun was struggling with Chen Min with his seriously ill body. The instrument next to him passed out on the spot.

Yang Runzhi was so frightened that he ran out and didn't care that it was his elderly father lying inside. Chen Min had already sat there trembling, and when he was sent to the emergency room, he began to cry again.

The old man's crying was very painful, Yang Fan held Song Bai's arm and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Back in the ward, Jia Wen was rarely obedient and sat quietly: "They are so annoying."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "We'll go back in the afternoon."

"So fast, I just met some beautiful sisters."

Song Bai answered: "Then you stay here."

Jia Wen didn't dare to be embarrassed anymore, two-on-one had no chance of success, so he reluctantly went to bed: "It's really boring."

Yang Fan thinks that Jia Wen has an advantage, that is, he can face and ignore anything with an extremely optimistic attitude. He blamed Song Bai for being too fierce, and later indulged in playing with the nurse and had a great time, as if the blood didn't even come from his body.

They planned to leave the hospital, but just after they left, Jia Wen held his mobile phone and said that Yang Shunjun was dead.

"The old man was so stimulated that he hit his head again. He died within a few minutes of going to the emergency room. I heard that Chen Min and Yang Runzhi were having trouble in the hospital." Jia Wen hurriedly covered his mouth without closing the door to think that Yang Shunjun was still Yang Fan's father. Glancing at him, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's just that he died so suddenly, I still have a lot to say to him." It's not always a good word.

Song Bai squeezed Yang Fan's cold hand, hesitantly said: "If you want to go back and give him a ride, you can."

Yang Fan blinked blankly: "Why should I send him off?"

"Do you think I'm quite heartless, the one who died was my dad, and I'm still looking happy, the key is that I don't even want to give him a ride."

Song Bai didn't speak, and Yang Fan's face darkened for a second.

"I just asked casually, even if you want to go, we can't go."

Jia Wen nodded frantically from behind: "They're all on the highway."

Song Bai smiled: "I don't want you to go back either."

Yang Fan looked at the scenery slowly receding outside the car, restrained his expression and tried to adjust his mood, the whole family couldn't live in peace.

After getting off the expressway, he sent Jia Wen home first, and Song Bai went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine. Yang Fan couldn't understand these messy things and asked, "You understand this too?"

Song Bai smiled and said, "Know a little bit."

"Damn." He couldn't help swearing, "What don't you understand?"

He only heard the man hum, turned around and thought about it seriously: "I don't know how to make you happy." He could see that Yang Fan's mood was not high today, forcing a smiling face actually made him cry more than crying People are distressed, he is a rookie and a hard worker in coaxing people.

"I'm very happy if you can rush to the hospital." Yang Fan really likes Song Bai's serious appearance, as if there are several such people in his life. He scrubs himself...

Speaking of scrubbing his body, he lowered his head and scratched his face: "Well, how can I take a shower when I get home." This sentence was completely whimpered.

"Your hand is inconvenient, I will help you fix things."

Damn it's different than I imagined.

"But I can't wipe my back, what should I do?"

Hearing this, Song Bai seemed to be aware of the problem, so he said seriously, "I'll help you take a bath at night."

Yang Fan asked a lot: "Is it a shower or a bath?"

"Tub bath." Seeing Yang Fan poking his arm suddenly, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fan lowered his head and was immersed in his own imagination, and suddenly blushed and raised his head: "It's embarrassing."

Song Bai understood, but seeing that the young man was still shy, it was probably not a lie to say that he was not sad. He teased the other party's chin a few times and said, "It's okay for both of them to be men." He attributed Yang Fan's blushing to the sincerity of the two. It's true that people who meet each other are shy, and most couples are like this.

But he never thought that what Yang Fan had in mind was another scene that made people blush.

So when Yang Fan saw Song Bai driving with an upright face, even if a little bit of pink did not appear, all the pictures in his brain were shattered into pieces.

I wasn't in a bad mood at first, but now it seems a little bad.

The owner left home for a few days, the air in the house seemed to be floating with dust, and he felt heavy everywhere. Song Bai asked Yang Fan to sit on the sofa to rest, and he cleaned up in the kitchen for a long time before throwing away several bags of garbage. Yang Fan stretched his neck to see, yes All the vegetables he bought that day withered away.

Since two people can't create sparks in a shower, then what's the point of him just sitting and committing a nympho.

Little K once gave him a round fan during work. It is not a precious thing but it is good in appearance. Embroidery is rarely just a scattered flower branch and then a flower bud pops out suddenly. Yang Fan liked it very much when he saw it.

Now he is fanning himself with his favorite fan, half covering his face and looking at the person he likes. If there is no thick layer of bandage on his left hand, the picture would be beautiful.

After Song Bai finished his work, he turned on the water, and the temperature was just right. Seeing Yang Fan lying gracefully on the sofa and fanning himself, there was a few seconds of shutdown: "Go take a bath."

Yang Fan touched his face with the edge of the fan, and said, "My legs are numb." This posture was cultivated by Su Yide, and he was always asked to pose as a fan, which made him used to it now.

"Then I'll carry you in, the water temperature is just right, otherwise it will be cold." Song Bai rolled up his sleeves to his elbows to reveal a pair of strong and strong arms. Song Bai hugged Yang Fan with ease, frowning as if he was lighter than when he was carrying him, "Thin Quite a few."

Song Bai threw his fan around the man's neck, and the fingers of his left hand could still move. He poked the man's chest in displeasure: "You can't hug me more like a man, why are you hugging the princess?"

If it makes his mind start to run wild again, are you responsible for putting out the fire?

excuseme?

Song Bai paused, thought for a while and spoke.

"Do you want me to carry you on my shoulders?"

Yang Fan: "...hehe."