Run away after flirting with the male god

When Du Nan came back the next day, he didn't forget to bring Yang Fan breakfast. When he knocked on the door, he was startled to see him listless. He grabbed the door frame and asked, "What's wrong with you."

Yang Fan was wearing loose pajamas that could reveal half of his shoulders. This was bought by Song Bai for him. It feels like the lower body is fluttering, and it is not far from ascending to heaven.

The relatives in the family had to listen to his voice to masturbate, which made him burn himself to death and live, and he didn't even have the energy to go to the toilet for half the night. Yang Fan remembered asking: "What did you eat to grow up?" Yes, everyone is eating Chinese rice, why is it so different!”

Song Bai was still panting heavily, and said, "Bread and milk."

Ha ha……

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Du Nan worriedly watched Yang Fan go up and poke him. If it was normal, he would have beaten him already.

Yang Fan waved his hands and swallowed the bitter water in his stomach, tears streaming down his face, the person he was looking for was crying and had to finish the cannon!

"Where did you sleep when you didn't come back yesterday?"

Du Nan followed Yang Fan and continued to paw at the bathroom door: "Go to Uncle Rong, the suite that Uncle Rong ordered is very comfortable, he said it would be embarrassing to be bullied by men and then to be seen by you."

"Oh." Yang Fan rolled his eyes in the mirror, "Didn't you tell me now?"

"I don't think it matters. I feel better after sleeping."

"I think it's because of your Uncle Rong."

Du Nan responded: "He told me about my father's love affair."

Yang Fan spat out the mouthwash, pretending to be unintentional, and asked, "Your father is also gay?"

"...um" Du Nan's voice obviously hesitated.

"So you were born gay?"

Du Nan didn't answer first: "Are you?"

Yang Fan poured the essence into his hand and threw it on his face. There was no way, the actor couldn’t do without maintenance. He said while filming, "Yes, I have liked men since I was a child. My first love was the teacher in charge of my high school."

"It's like a story." Du Nan was surprised.

Yang Fan came out and patted him on the head, and said in the tone of an elder: "Life is like a play."

"It makes sense." Du Nan said, "I don't know if I was born with it. I used to be interested in girls. I don't know what to do when I receive a love letter from a girl. But I don't know when I started to pay special attention to Yu Wei... ...Maybe there are also factors from the fathers, but I have thought about it for a long time, and it is my own reasons."

Yang Fan hummed and didn't intend to say anything more to the child's words. He stopped, but Du Nan became uncomfortable. He sat at the table and didn't dare to move. He asked for a long time: "Actually, I want to ask, are you Do you know that my father is Chen Yu?"

Look, my father is Chen Yu, and my biological father is called Xiao Da. Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh how harmonious they get along with while drinking porridge.

"I didn't hear Daqing, I just know that your father is very powerful, so it's Chen Yu." Hearing that Chen Yu has an angelic face and a fiery temper, Yang Fan hooked his hands at him, "Now we both know each other's weak point, Why don't you all keep your mouths shut?"

Du Nan nodded quickly as she wished.

For some reason, Yang Fan always looked at him like a puppy, and he was very docile.

On the way back to the set, he answered Song Bai's call, and Yang Fan immediately pretended to be weak and exhausted: "I'm out of breath."

Song Bai really felt distressed: "I'm sorry, Fanfan, I should keep in mind that your staying power is not enough."

Ok?

"Get lost!" Yang Fan immediately hung up the phone with a snap, saying that he had no stamina?

Du Nan glanced at the nervous Yang Fan and immediately turned his head: "Is there anything else going on with you?"

"No more, there is probably another commercial for Mr. Su Yide to shoot." Yang Fan said honestly.

Du Nan showed longing: "It's amazing, Yang Fan, you can speak for Su Yide."

"It's all down to luck."

Maybe it's everyone's psychology of exchanging secrets with each other. Du Nan completely treats Yang Fan as a big brother. They thought it was impossible.

On the day of Yang Fan's finale, no one applauded and congratulated like in his previous life. He looked at the busy Xiao Zhou and said, "Would you like to follow me all the time?"

Xiao Zhou was stunned, but nodded immediately: "Yes."

At this time, Du Nan appeared and handed him a USB flash drive: "I don't know if we can cooperate in the future, this is the song I promised you."

In fact, the mobile phone also transmits, but the sound quality is damaged, but even if it is damaged, Yang Fan has the urge to cry when listening to the familiar melody: "Thank you."

"It's okay, I like this song too, it's very atmospheric."

Before Yang Fan left, he greeted the director and the producer, took photos and posted them on the Internet. This is the end of the show. There are not a few well-known actors in the play. With more public attention and more fans, he even gained a place on the search list.

Yang Fan responded to fans' comments and returned to be soft-hearted. He even forgot to book the flight ticket home. On the day he was going to go back, he overslept and ran wildly at the airport. Unfortunately, he was recognized by someone and took a photo. On the Internet, Yang Fan's comment section was filled with his emojis, and he was dumbfounded: "Isn't this bullying, so ugly!"

Xiao Zhou yawned: "I can't help it, Brother Fan, you are famous now, maybe there will be paparazzi watching you in the future."

"Then I will definitely be very irritable." No matter how many times this happens, he feels uncomfortable. His privacy is exposed in front of others and there is no personal space. It is no different from being naked.

When Xiao Zhou left, Yang Fan stood lazily by the side of the road, with a hat on his head and sunglasses, and dialed Song Bai's phone. It had been a week since he last said something rude, and Yang Fan didn't answer a single call from him during this week and just hung it up. On the side: "Hey, are you at home or not?"

Song Bai said in a low voice, "Finally you are willing to talk to me."

"Hmph, come pick me up, the taxi is too expensive."

Yang Fan reported his address and sat on the platform. Because he was dressed tightly, even if someone suspected him, no one dared to ask him.

Song Bai had a premonition that he would be angry with Yang Fan when he came back, and the reason for his entanglement might be that he doubted his ability as a man that day.

Well, it must be so.

The temperature in winter drops as soon as it comes down. It is clearly sunny outside, but the cool wind blows so that passers-by put on their coats one after another. Song Bai took a coat before setting off. Fanfan in his family suffers from the cold.

He was going straight to the airport with all his heart, but when he passed by the entrance of the supermarket, he was hit by a person head-on. Song Bai slammed on the brakes and thought he was going to lose his mind, but when he got off the car, the person disappeared again, looking like he was running away in a hurry. Some injured legs.

"Come on, catch the thief!" At this moment, a woman in old clothes was crying and chasing after her, and Song Bai helped her seem to be regarded as a life-saving straw, "He stole my child's life-saving money, good man, please help me. "

"Come on, catch the thief!" The woman cried and jumped up and down.

Song Bai's arm was in pain from her pinching, and he couldn't let go to comfort him: "Don't worry, aunt, I'll go." After speaking, he took off his coat and chased in the direction the man left. There is only one road, and the roadside is full of old people sitting and chatting in the sun. Just ask and you will know where he is going.

"stop!"

The man looked back in disgrace, and was so frightened that he picked up the cloth bag and ran away: "You idiot, you didn't snatch you!"

Song Bai didn't say anything, but just ran forward through the crowd, grabbed the unwanted mineral water bottle and threw it at him, and with a scream, the man fell to the ground, but by the time Song Bai ran, the man had already got up and stumbled to get on the bus car.

When the car started, I could clearly see the man waving the cloth bag in his hand triumphantly and then raised his middle finger. From a distance, he couldn't hear what he was cursing, but he could guess that it was not a good word.

The man pointed his middle finger and sneered: "You idiot." After cursing, he started calling and speaking in a loud dialect that disturbed others.

"Spicy rider, you can't fall back ①, you bitch." The beautiful woman standing next to her was in excellent shape, and he touched her buttocks a few times with a sneering smile and turned his head to look at the scenery.

"Neuropathy!"

"You don't care about me." The man made a gesture to hit, and when he saw the beauty hiding aside, he retracted his fist proudly, thinking about the money he might earn this time, he was so happy, he opened the cloth bag, took out a cigarette skillfully, lit it, and threw it at the beauty. After blowing, he looked out for a second and was so frightened that he didn't even clamp the cigarette, and the cigarette butt burned directly on the back of his hand.

"Fuck!"

"Driver, I want to get off!!!"

The driver had already seen him upset and ignored him now.

He looked at the man standing in front of the platform and slammed on the door to get off in fright: "I want to get off, you are deaf!"

An old lady who couldn't stand it said, "Hey, you young man has no quality at all. Don't you know that it's not easy to get off the bus if you don't reach the platform?"

"When did you ask you to talk, you dead old woman, shut up!"

"you!"

Song Bai stood straight in front of the platform, waiting for the bus to get on as soon as it arrived. There were too many people getting off at the back door and the thief was squeezed inside. He was shocked to see the man getting closer and pushing forward: "Grass Get out of the car, you old man!" He kicked forward without noticing who it was, but he kicked a child and made him cry, and his head fell down like a dog eating shit, and the little girl's forehead was immediately torn.

So the people in the car couldn't bear it anymore and came to teach him a lesson.

It was the rush hour for work at noon when there were many people. Song Bai stepped forward and grabbed the thief's arm and clenched it tightly, saying fiercely, "Where is the thing?"

"Ah!" The man immediately showed a painful expression, staring at his arms and marveling at the strength of this man's hand, "What is it!"

"You stole aunt's life-saving money, what about it!" Song Bai pursed his lips and showed a serious look in his eyes.

"You idiot, you've been tricked." The thief suddenly spat on his face, and swung the cloth bag with the other hand, but there was nothing but cigarettes, "Idiot."

Song Bai seemed to have thought of something and pulled the man even harder: "You are in a partnership."

"Fuck you, let me go."

"Go to the police station."

The man panicked when he heard this, and the passengers around him also understood what was going on and agreed to send him to the police station, but his hand seemed to be fused with the man's hand, let alone run away, he almost crushed his bones in exchange for a move Crushing pain, he screamed in pain and then took out a dagger from his pocket: "Let me go, if you don't let me go, I'll kill you!" Kicking the man, he didn't move as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Bai said, "Go to the police station."

"My God he has a knife!"

The man immediately waved to Song Bai: "Whether you loosen it or not, I didn't steal anything at all!"

Song Bai sullenly said: "You have." After finishing speaking, he dragged the big man weighing more than 100 kilograms forward vigorously, twisting his arms behind his back is a standard capture posture, he pressed down and said to the driver : "Could you please call the police, or drive to the nearest public security bureau, and I will reimburse the travel expenses."

"Comrade doesn't want you to reimburse me, I'll go now."

"That's right, this kind of person is the scum of society."

"Don't come here!" The man swallowed and was pressed on the seat. The car was already driving to the police station. He was desperate to break free, shaking his body and kicking the man backwards.

Song Bai was also careless, ignoring the explosive power of a grown man, and he was suddenly freed from his hand. The thief's face was red, his ears were red, his eyes were full of fierceness, and the knife kept poking forward in his hand: "Stop!" Seeing the driver not stopping, he raised his hand and stabbed down.

"Ah!" Some people closed their eyes in horror.

Song Bai slapped him directly, and the man didn't care when his eyes were red. He stepped forward and wrestled with him. The already crowded compartment was made to be careful of the knife in the man's hand because he had to make room for it. The more crowded, the screams of women and the crying of children can be heard endlessly.

"I'll stab you to death!"

I don't know who saw it first and screamed uncontrollably: "Killer!"

"what!"

……

Yang Fan stood on the side of the road and looked at it for a long time, not to mention the small electric donkey, he didn't even see the bicycle. He felt that he was ignored by Song Bai, or that men who got the other half would look like this, and they had changed. Yes, love has faded!

Wait another 10 minutes!

As a result, an hour passed and there was no one. Yang Fan gritted his teeth and groaned and stopped the taxi to go home. The low air pressure along the way made the driver terrified. When he passed a certain intersection, he said, "There was a murder before this."

Yang Fan held his breath: "Can homicides happen in the city under the emperor's feet?"

"My colleague saw with his own eyes that a man who was brave enough to catch a thief was stabbed, and the car was covered in blood."

Yang Fan looked in the mirror and looked at the driver's expression as if he had seen it with his own eyes. He didn't bother to gossip about the news, and hurriedly urged: "Please hurry up, I have something urgent."

Then when he came home, there was no one there, and Song Bai's shoes were missing a pair. He thought about it and felt something was wrong, so he called the company.

Yang Fan's face became a little red after hearing those words, and the small universe in his heart seemed to be a little smaller. He thought that maybe Song Bai had something to do to comfort himself to cook a meal, and Song Bai couldn't cook every time. right.

But as soon as he put the dishes in the pot, he received a call.

Few people call the landline at ordinary times, and Yang Fan has long since forgotten his little emotions before answering the phone and said excitedly: "Where are you, Mu Bai?"

"Hello, are you a family member of Mr. Song Bai?"

"..."

At 2 o'clock in the morning, Yang Fan was sitting by the bed in the ward, looking at Song Bai who was lying on it and didn't know when he would wake up.

The doctor said that he was stabbed because he reacted quickly and moved the place, and the other knife was only scratched on the side of the waist, which was nothing to be afraid of, but the head was hit on the ground and the skin was broken, and it looked a little scary.

"Why is he still awake? Isn't there anything serious?" Yang Fan asked the doctor on duty who came in to check his condition softly.

The doctor on duty was also very helpless: "Your brother is in good health, don't worry." When he was about to leave the room and turned around, he always felt that this person was familiar, but now was not the time to strike up a conversation.

Yang Fan put his hands tremblingly on the place where he was stabbed by the knife, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and flowed into the bed, and disappeared instantly. He was so happy recently, so happy that he forgot that human life is gone, half angry and half sad, how painful it should be .

When he picked up the phone, he panicked. He rushed to the hospital and saw Song Bai lying on the bed.

The policeman was also in the hospital and told him what was going on. Yang Fan covered his face and couldn't believe that the taxi driver was talking about Song Bai. He couldn't hear what the police said. He drove everyone out and guarded Song Bai Bai, I haven't seen him for a while, he seems to be getting uglier, his forehead is wrapped with a cloth and his lips are tightly pressed, even when he is asleep, he is serious and rigid, he wants to pinch the corner of Song Bai's mouth and lift it up like before, but he is afraid of hurting him, so he withdraws the handle embarrassingly She buried her face in the hands of the other party who had not received an IV and wept softly.

"What kind of person are you pretending to be?"

After running all the way and being frightened, Yang Fan just fell asleep beside the bed.

When he woke up in the morning and found that he was wearing a coat, he looked up and happened to meet the man's smiling gaze, blinked stupidly and stood up quickly: "You're awake!"

Song Bai nodded and said softly: "I just woke up and saw you holding my hand. If it's not convenient to move, please ask the nurse to approve some clothes for you."

The man's voice was very low. Yang Fan knew that he had just been stabbed in the stomach, so it hurt to speak. He was red-eyed and wanted to hit someone but it was hard to do it. He sat on the chair angrily but said sadly: "I was worried yesterday. You are dead, the doctor said that you have rough skin and thick flesh, but you just don’t wake up.”

The words "rough skin and thick flesh" sounded strange to Song Bai's ears, and he said slowly, "It's okay."

Yang Fan said: "Is there any other discomfort besides the stomach?"

"Hearing you say you're worried about me, I'm comfortable anywhere."

Yang Fan wiped his tears and stood up, not wanting to talk to him again: "I'll buy you breakfast." Putting on a mask, he went to the hospital cafeteria to buy two breakfasts. Looking at him with the tender eyes that are tired and crooked, I am quite embarrassed.

"Can you eat well without looking at me?"

Unexpectedly, the man said seriously: "I miss you, so I have a look at you."

Well, nothing wrong, Yang Fan slapped himself in the heart, and didn't do any business!

Song Bai has a peculiar ability, that is, he can turn all the ambiguous atmosphere into a serious and serious one, and say "miss you" and "miss you to death" every minute with a straight face.

Although Yang Fan tried his best to draw out the elements that moved him, he really couldn't bear the soldier's face. He should draw a five-pointed star on the bandage.

"We will settle some accounts slowly after you wake up."

Song Bai was taken aback, feeling that the porridge in his mouth was very bitter.

Yang Fan went up to lick the porridge around him and smiled like the stepmother in Snow White: "Hey, take care of your illness and don't talk."

He didn't talk if he didn't talk, except that he read the newspaper to Song Bai every day and slept on the side of the bed. Song Bai wanted him to sleep on the bed next to him, but he immediately covered his mouth, meaning shut up.

Then suddenly there was an old man in the ward, an old Red Army man who lived a long life and seemed to be in good spirits. He saw the newspaper in front of Song Bai's desk and said hello: "Young man, can I read the newspaper?"

Song Bai glanced at Yang Fan and whispered, "Take it."

The old man read the newspaper and would send out a few opinions, and Song Bai sometimes responded with a few words, and the two people who came and went chatted happily. If the family members did not stop the old man, he would probably be able to crawl over and play chess with Song Bai.

"I think back then, we ate grass and gnawed tree roots, and our feet turned white when we walked in the water, and all our teammates left one by one."

Song Bai nodded empathetically, and said solemnly while supporting his stabbed body: "Without you, there would be no new China."

"Oh, I'm sick and I'm going to see those teammates." The old man was full of sorrow, and a line of muddy tears flowed down, he just got up from the bed and sat beside Song Bai's bed, "I didn't expect that there are children like you in the younger generation. .”

Song Bai acted like a soldier who died bravely: "It should be, my grandfather always taught me to learn from the elders to remember their spirit and remember what the chairman should say."

"Ahem." Yang Fan leaned against the door frame and wanted to ask you what the hell you remember.

This cough instantly pulled away the crying grandchildren, Song Bai was almost ready to do it now, and immediately continued to read with a serious face while holding the newspaper, but there was still a strong melancholy between his brows, as if he was immersed in red You can't extricate yourself from the atmosphere.

Yang Fan stepped forward and snapped his fingers: "Wake up."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were guests at the door.

"It seems that Comrade Song Bai is resting well." A man followed behind the policeman, who held a long stick in his hand, and the stick was surrounded by red cloth.

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched as he watched, probably maybe maybe not what he thought.

But the reality is that it makes people eat chicken.

"Thanks to Comrade Song Bai's courageous actions that day, we were able to detect a fraud gang that had been rooted in the local area for a long time. They were organized and disciplined to commit crimes in partnership. The suspects pleaded guilty and helped us find the lair and solved many unsuspecting cases. The woman who hit you that day drove away after you left, and now we have found it for you and cleaned it up."

"Thank you, thank you, serving the people is what you should."

Yang Fan covered his face and sighed, damn it...why do you hate him so much!

"We know that it is quite heartbreaking for you to be stabbed by gangsters. In order to express our gratitude, we specially prepared this pennant and presented it to you."

Yang Fan's eyelids began to twitch non-stop.

The little policeman behind him unfurled the pennant with a smile on his face, and the blinding red was displayed in front of everyone. In the center of the pennant, there was a large gold lettering in italics: brave to do what is right, willing to help others, good citizen, Comrade Song Bai!

The old man kept applauding on the bed: "Good, good!"

Yang Fan closed his eyes in despair, holding on to the wall weakly, feeling dizzy.

With a frank smile on Song Bai's face, he got out of the bed with his arms on his waist, excitedly took the banner and took a group photo at the request of the policeman, and then shook hands excitedly to thank him: "Thanks to the police comrades, these are what I should do."

"Comrade Song Bai, take good care of your injuries. Regarding your medical expenses, we will ask the suspect to the end. Don't worry."

Speaking of medical expenses, Yang Fan lowered his head again. This was also a very embarrassing thing. He was urged to pay the medical expenses as soon as he came to the hospital, because the nurse touched Song Bai's wallet and found that there was no card, no card, no card!

The cash is only 168.3 yuan. The leather wallet has been used up and is close to tattered. Even the only bill of 100 yuan is crumpled.

Thinking about it, I feel that Song Bai is a good young man in society who is born in a poor family and keeps making progress!

"We can't chill the hearts of good people, Comrade Song Bai, don't worry."

Song Bai nodded, and moved the man to the door: "You go." He turned his head and smiled at the doctors and nurses, "When can I leave the hospital? There are a lot of things in my company that I need to deal with."

"Wait a few more days to observe, and you lie down."

The old man really liked Song Bai, and asked, "Are your parents there?"

"Not anymore."

The old man asked again: "How much is the monthly salary?"

Yang Fan turned from lowering his head to raising his head, squinting his eyes at the old man and thinking, Grandpa, are you trying to make trouble?

"More than 5000."

"Before, I heard the nurse described you as miserable, saying that you only had more than 100 in your bag."

Song Bai pushed his glasses and looked at Yang Fan again, and said, "I save the money for my wife, I have nothing to spend when I go to work every day."

"Young man, whoever is your daughter-in-law is really blessed."

Yang Fan: "..." I really want to cry, what should I do.

"Young man, do you have a date now?"

Song Bai passed his gaze to Yang Fan again, shook his head and said, "It's already there."

"Oh, that would be a pity." The old man was unhappy.

Yang Fan vowed to buy a new wallet for Song Bai. He walked to the bed in silence and began to tidy up the other party's clothes. He folded the shirt with his hands as if he had touched something. Turning it over, he saw that the brushed hair on the neckline was black and even torn. , He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling...

Throw the shirt in the trash can.

"Fanfan, these clothes can still be worn." Song Bai tried to stop him too late, he was a bit reluctant to throw the good clothes into the trash can, "Why did you throw them away?"

Yang Fan gritted his teeth: "Go back and buy it for you again."

Song Bai scowled: "What a waste of money, you've already bought several for me."

"You know it too, why don't you wear it!" Yang Fan was so angry when he thought of the shirt he tried on in the closet, why did he have to make himself feel like he was being abused?

"This is going to go bad anyway."

Yang Fan felt that Song Bai had been completely brainwashed by the old soldier in the bed next door after staying in the hospital these few days. In addition, the policeman was so eager to wrap the five-star flag on his body, put the red book on his chest, and sang: "I Integrate the name into the Chinese nation, why not be afraid of guns, bullets, rain, fragrance, wind and poisonous fog, the pioneer fighters will keep their vows and never forget their parents..."

So he made a decision to move the patient home quickly. Song Bai didn’t care where he went. Holding his notebook and newspaper, he was busy with business while caring about current affairs. He drew a circle mark on the newspaper, and Yang Fan leaned over. At first glance, it turned out that his deeds of righteousness and bravery were on the small section of the news.

Song Bai was able to walk at this time, after all, it was only his stomach and not his legs, so he held up the pennant and asked, "Fanfan, can I hang it in our living room?"

Yang Fan clenched his fist and trembled: "No!"

"Then I'll hang it in the study."

"Song Bai!" Yang Fan threw his clothes on the ground, his eyes turned red.

It was rare for Song Bai to see Yang Fan so angry, put down the pennant and walked over to hug him but was rejected.

"You are so brave, aren't you? You are the only one who can fight gangsters!" Yang Fan shook his hand away, tears pouring down like his mother did not own, "Doing good deeds, doing good deeds, is a liar I also made myself lie in the hospital for so many days, what if the knife stabs a little deeper, what if you are not strong enough, it is not so coincidental, what if the next two stabs are stabbed in your stomach, you are proud You have done a good thing and want to go to heaven, right! You are the only one with great ability!"

"I'm fine." Song Bai vaguely guessed in his heart, and approached him apologetically, "I was supposed to pick you up that day, but I didn't expect to miss it."

"There are so many unexpected things in this matter! Song Bai, just be a good person, you, you'd better hang this good person flag in the center of the living room for everyone to see, you almost lost your life on the bus chasing a fake gangster! " Turning around and wanting to run, he was afraid that he would give birth to a woman's temperament, but Yang Fan couldn't control himself, the first time he saw Song Bai lying on the bed with a cold face, he thought that person was dead.

Song Bai wanted to hug Yang Fan, but the person in his arms was struggling fiercely. He endured the discomfort from his abdomen and ignored Yang Fan's struggle to hug him tightly, rubbing his lips against Yang Fan's earlobe comfortingly: "Fanfan, I was wrong."

At first Yang Fan was determined not to let him hug him, but when Song Bai pressed his ear and apologized, he didn't want to move anymore, smelling the smell of disinfectant on the man's body and red-eyed, he said, "Go live with your righteousness and bravery you !"

Song Bai watched Yang Fan buried in his arms and sobbed softly, trying to preserve the dignity of a man, he forgot that Yang Fan didn't like to cry, he didn't take anything seriously in his memory and looked indifferent to everyone.

"How powerful you are, the old man wants to recruit you as his son-in-law." Yang Fan choked and couldn't speak, vomited all the dissatisfaction during this period of time.

Song Bai looked helpless, and when his shirt was a little wet, he passionately kissed Yang Fan's flushed cheek from crying: "But I'm already yours."

"I'm not stopping you from doing good things...it's just..." Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and simply sat on the ground stupidly. This mentality is contradictory, "I don't allow you to do such a dangerous good thing."

Song Bai pulled him up without saying a word, pursed his lips and frowned helplessly and with deep love, he cried as Yang Fan did, and only started to apologize softly after he had a tendency to stop.

Since returning home, he has been tense until Song Bai was discharged from the hospital. Yang Fan didn't relax. He lost his strength after crying and fell asleep slowly with the previous fatigue.

After coming back, I slept peacefully for the first time, and it lasted until dawn.

When the curtains were opened, the sunlight poured on the bed through the glass, Yang Fan felt the heat on his face and gradually opened his slightly sore eyes, and felt that there was no one around him, he frowned and didn't remember how he got back to bed yesterday, just I remember crying in Song Bai's arms, crying like a fool and shame.

"Alas..." Yang Fan turned over and nestled under the quilt, not wanting to get up, and turned out his phone to see something interesting, but messages popped up on the screen.

【You received a red envelope】

Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and opened them.

[I know I was wrong] A red envelope of 200 yuan.

[I will stand in the corner for two hours to self-reflect] A red envelope of 200 yuan.

[I really know I was wrong] 200 yuan in red envelopes.

[Next time I will pay attention and learn a lesson] The red envelope is 200 yuan.

[I will write a 1000-word review to reflect deeply on this matter] A red envelope of 200 yuan.

[Fanfan, I really know I was wrong] A red envelope of 200 yuan.

Red envelopes... red envelopes...

Yang Fan rubbed his hair and sat on the bed, tapped the screen with his fingers to collect all the red envelopes, sent 28 red envelopes in 28 sentences, he watched the result calmly and chuckled.

Ding-dong-

【I'll cook something delicious for you today】

Yang Fan supported his chin with one hand and replied: Don't be angry anymore.

After seeing Song Bai's emoji, he felt the desire to drop his phone.

Er Kangshou: I'm going to give out red envelopes!

I haven't waited for Yang Fan to reply.

[Just don't get angry] A red envelope of 200 yuan.

There is a row of red envelopes down the side.

Yang Fan was so angry that he got out of bed and kicked open the door of the study with bare feet: "What the hell are you giving out red envelopes?"

Song Bai walked over slowly after a pause, put his arms around Yang Fan and whispered in his ear.

"Make your lover happy."

The author has something to say: Note 1: Did you get that car?

Lyrics from □□: "Unchanging Faith"