Run away after flirting with the male god

"What does it mean to tell the truth?" Song Bai asked.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked back: "You can't guess the literal meaning yourself?"

There was a lot of movement between the two, and the old man who was sleeping in the next bed was awakened, and his old eyes were blurred looking at the bearded and staring next door... People were not sure and asked: "Old woman, is that a girl or a young man, am I old and dim? "

"It's a boy, how can there be a girl without breasts."

The words came to Yang Fan's ears and he gritted his teeth angrily, he snorted and turned over and lay down, not wanting to talk to Song Bai, the movement was too big and involved the needle on his right hand, and the blood rose up and turned red in a short time.

Song Bai ignored the silence and immediately adjusted it. He lowered his head and noticed Yang Fan's small beast-like eyes, then retracted his gaze, and said softly, "Why are you so childish?"

"You care."

"I can only breaststroke and I'm not fast." Song Bai looked a little uncomfortable, and continued, "I want to save you."

"You're lying to ghosts." Yang Fan turned over again, but he couldn't hear the people behind him continue talking and he didn't go down the steps. He curled his lips and said awkwardly, "Really?"

Song Bai stood up and tucked him in the thin blanket and nodded: "Didn't you say we are good friends?"

Yang Fan's gaze slowly moved from Song Bai's hand to his face, staring at him.Probably because he felt that he was too shameless before, his old face was about to blush, he turned over and hummed after a long time: "I see." His attitude was similar to that of 'I have read it'.As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of hot air came from behind him. Before he could turn around, he was surrounded by a pair of strong arms. Yang Fan raised his head and looked at Song Bai suspiciously.

Song Bai didn't explain but just expressed his thoughts with actions, and the blood rose again.

"You were very excited when you were sleeping, as if you were about to cry." He tentatively touched the back of Yang Fan's hand and found it was cold, "Cold?" When he touched the other hand, it was hot as hell.

Yang Fan's attention was all on Song Bai's eyelashes, which were distinct and slender, and contained a pair of calm eyes. He nodded slowly in response, sniffed and said, "That hand always It feels very cold outside." I wanted to move my fingers, but I was caught, and the other party's words rang in my ears.

"If you move again, you will probably have to call the nurse to give you another needle. Your blood vessels are thin. I remember the nurse took several needles to get it done."

Yang Fan didn't dare to move anymore, he was afraid of injections besides water, he would admit it if he said he was cowardly.

The hand was thin and white, and it felt smooth to the touch. Song Bai was stunned for a second before he came back to his senses and put it under the quilt and told him not to move it.

I never knew that men's hands can also produce beauty.

At this time, the old man in the bed next door was changing the TV station. The elderly people’s ears are not so good and they have to turn up the volume. The TV series broadcast are more popular dramas nowadays. The costumes are strict and the lines are regular. It is one of Zhang Bo's masterpieces. The man relied on the image of the third prince in this drama to attract countless fans and successfully squeezed into the position of the first brother. He has watched it many times and can almost recite the lines.

Yang Fan's eyes were sore and he forced himself not to panic.

It's all over, it's all over.

"What's wrong with you." Song Bai just put on his glasses and looked silly, but when he saw Yang Fan's expression as if he had seen a ghost, he turned his head and looked at the door, but there was no one there.

Yang Fan laughed dryly and breathlessly: "Can you ask the old man next to him to turn down his voice?"

His voice was very small, more like pleading, his brows were frowning but couldn't be relieved, Song Bai looked at the old man next to him and nodded: "I came out and didn't change my clothes in a hurry, I still have earplugs in my pocket for you to use first."

Yang Fan was already good-looking, but now he would be so pitiful that he would curl up into a ball and never be able to stretch his teeth and claws. Coupled with his frightened and pitiful appearance, he unexpectedly added a layer of weakness. Although he knew it was just an illusion, Song Bai couldn't help lowering his voice for fear of bullying him.

With the acquiescence of the other party, he put on earplugs for Yang Fan. The material of the earplugs is soft and does not press the ears. They are comfortable and can isolate the noise to the greatest extent. Going to sleep again, Song Bai stared at him for a while and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

"Boy, are you husband and wife?"

It seems that the old man still insists that the person on the bed is a girl.

Song Bai pulled out a shallow smile: "He is, he is my younger brother."

"Humph."

As if hearing a voice of disbelief, Song Bai turned his head to look at someone wearing earplugs on the bed, and found that his hands were still under the quilt and slowly tried to move them out, thinking to himself: Did I just have an auditory hallucination?

Yang Fan pretended not to know, hooked his fingers and scratched the palm of his hand a few times, and smacked his mouth a few times to make the illusion of sleeping soundly. Full marks for acting.

The brief time together has already made Song Bai understand that this is a person with an unpredictable temper, what if he wakes up and loses his temper and wakes him up?Remembering the feeling of the apple being thrown on his body before, he obediently sent his hand over, not daring to act rashly, and decided to be a quiet caregiver.

Yang Fan woke up refreshed, the Jia siblings came to see him at night, and Song Bai was buying food for him in the cafeteria, so they didn't run into each other.

Jia Jing felt ashamed that after all, it was her team that caused the accident: "Let's shoot after you get well. I'm not in a hurry for this set of shoots. It's quite troublesome to put high-end models in the water. I think it will have to be redone. About this time We are responsible for the matter to the end, and the money that should be paid will definitely not be less.”

"It's okay, it's because I can't swim, if I can swim, I'll be fine."

Jia Wen waited for his sister to go out and turned around and asked, "Where is Song Bai? I haven't seen him in the hotel for the past two days."

"Bring me dinner."

Jia Wen looked at him exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes: "You haven't answered me that you really like him." The realistic version of flowers stuck in cow dung.

"Can't you? I think he treats me very well, but his head is a little dull." Yang Fan got off the bed refreshed, and walked a few steps to see that Jia Wen still didn't understand.

"Does he like you?"

Yang Fan looked back at him: "I probably don't like it yet."

"Damn, you still have a crush on him." The world view completely collapsed, Jia Wen never thought that such a good-looking person as Yang Fan would have a crush on Song Bai, that cold-faced gentleman.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, "Who can say for sure about feelings, Jia Wen, he may not be unsuitable for me, and he may not be what you think."

He didn't quite understand the love between men, so Jia Wen didn't bother to argue, so he waved his hand and was about to leave and asked, "You can come back tomorrow, right?"

"Well, the doctor said that you will be fine when you go back today."

"It's fine, then I'll go first." When he was leaving, he happened to bump into Song Bai, the two nodded their heads as a greeting and did not exchange words, Song Bai knew that they had no friendship.

The food in the hospital can’t be said to be good or bad. Yang Fan fiddled with it a few times and the smell of disinfectant water wafted everywhere in the hospital, so he didn’t have any appetite. He said to Song Bai: “How about we go back at night?”

"what ever."

That night, Yang Fan followed Song Bai back to the hotel. It was more than half of the 7 days that the school arranged. The first thing he did when he went back was to smoke a cigarette. He stood at the window and watched Song Bai fold the changed clothes into tofu cubes. The smoke disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the bitter taste in his throat was very uncomfortable, and his heart was uncomfortable and painful, which also made him feel alive.

He didn't like the hospital at all, because it was cold and unpopular, and he didn't even want to stay there for the last night.

"Song Bai, I remember you don't need earplugs when you sleep."

Song Bai didn't intend to lie either, "You may have caught a cold when you slept with me before, and your breathing was heavy, and sometimes you snored although the sound was very small, but I'm used to sleeping in a quiet atmosphere."

"Could you please stop being so frank."

Song Bai looked complicated, thinking that this person is really difficult to serve, isn't that what you want to ask?

"Then what do you want me to say?"

Yang Fan suddenly felt powerless, went to bed without saying a word, kicked off his shoes and crossed his legs while looking at his mobile phone, pointing his fingers back and forth, looking very busy.

"Can't you just fold your clothes before going to bed?" Song Bai's voice was so low that he couldn't hear his emotions.

"If you mean stacking tofu cubes like you, I choose to play dumb at this time." He is used to being casual and can't hold on. Tofu cubes look beautiful, but it is difficult for inexperienced people to make. Look at Song Bai The quilts in the dormitory are full of folds. It is not easy to be square, just like being a human being.

Song Bai held his clothes in silence for a while, looked at the back of Yang Fan Wuqing's hands calmly, then bent over and sat by the bed and started to fold his clothes.

It's just that when he touched the white underwear, he couldn't move his hands. Song Bai pursed his thin lips tightly, wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses to hide the profundity, and slowly stretched out his knuckle hand to touch the white fabric.

Over there, Yang Fan was still clicking on his mobile phone, complaining non-stop: "Why was I so unorthodox when I was young, look at all the pictures taken here, so motherly and ugly, my eyes are going to go blind."

"How come there are still 2865 Weibo posts, all of which are unnutritious, until when will they be deleted!"