Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Hearing Su Jinlun's sensational words, Wen Wenyao was really terrified. He felt that the burden on his shoulders had suddenly increased. In order to prevent Han Yufeng from dying so early, he decided to urge him to go to bed on time at ten o'clock in the evening. The "delivering food to the company" in the previous agreement can also be fulfilled. As for whether he did it himself, what does it matter?

Although he didn't understand, Wen Wenyao had an intuition that Han Yufeng wouldn't eat so honestly if no one was watching. Otherwise, how could he make such a good stomach?

At this time, Wen Wenyao didn't realize that there was something wrong with his caring about Han Yufeng and wanting to take care of him. He just somehow felt that this person was too pitiful. With the support of others, now that he is nearly thirty years old, there is still no caring person around him, so that he allows himself to make his body look like this.

Wen Wenyao thought that as Han Yufeng's temporary cohabitant, he should take on the responsibility of taking care of others.What's more, after getting along with each other these few days, he found that Han Yufeng is really a good person, except that sometimes he owes a little, there is almost nothing wrong with him.

Oh, what a pity, what a pity, why aren't you a woman?If you are, brother can love you without hesitation.

Han Yufeng slept until dark, and when he woke up, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He felt much lighter all over his body. Apart from the dull pain in his stomach, he didn't feel any obvious feeling.And there was no stickiness on his body after sweating profusely, as if someone had wiped it off. He looked down and found that his clothes had been taken off and changed into more comfortable home clothes.

Who could have done it?After Han Yufeng thought about it for a while, he showed a slightly curved smile.He moved a little, and Wen Wenyao, who was sitting on the floor and sleeping on the sofa, woke up.

"You're awake!" He wanted to jump up from the ground, but accidentally hit the coffee table with his waist, causing him to howl in pain.

"..." Seeing this situation, Han Yufeng was about to get up, but he pulled the thread, and his blood returned immediately.

"You, you, you, don't move!"

Han Yufeng put the thread away helplessly, lay back on his own, and sighed, "Then don't be rash."

Wen Wenyao was a little embarrassed, and after scratching his head, he sat back on the ground again, "Are you hungry? Do you want to call auntie to cook?"

"...When my aunt comes over, I think I will really starve to death."

"Han Yufeng, you feel uncomfortable if you don't hate others, right?"

Unexpectedly, Han Yufeng replied very seriously, "Well, to be precise, all my pains are related to you." In fact, your emotions are completely related to me, but unfortunately you still can't feel it.Thinking about it, if it wasn't for Wen Wenyao's ability to easily affect his emotions now, then how could he have suffered several attacks in just a few days.

"Han Yufeng, can you stop saying these misleading words?"

Chairman Han Da pulled his pale lips helplessly, "Xiao Yao, when did you become so sensitive?"

Are you really too impatient?For an ostrich like Wen Wenyao who quickly retracts himself as soon as there is a sign, the best strategy is to do it step by step.

"Uh……"

"what happened to you?"

"Master Wen, if you don't get something to eat... I'm really going to starve to death..."

"Eh? But, but I can't do it!"

"Where is Su Jinlun?"

"he……"

"I'm here, I'm here! Oh, I knew I wouldn't come here again, you two will have to fend for yourself here! No, health porridge. But you just had an attack in the afternoon, so eat less and don't spit it out. "

Wen Wenyao voluntarily unwrapped the plastic bag outside the lunch box, took out the porridge and put it on the table, "It's still very hot, let's eat it later. Would you like to sit up first?"

"Ah."

Wen Wenyao must have been going up to help Han Yufeng when he got it, but he saw that someone was already sitting up on the sofa, but his body seemed to be a little soft. He was leaning on the armrest with one hand on his forehead, his brows were tightly knit. wrinkled.

Su Jinlun saw something was wrong, touched it casually, and straightened his face, "Low fever, you should lie down."

When Wen Wenyao heard this, he quickly sat down and used Han Yufeng as a body cushion, and felt that his temperature was indeed a little higher than that of ordinary people, and he really had a fever.

"What should I do? Do you want to take medicine?"

Su Jinlun said in distaste, "What else can you say other than 'what to do'?" But he still replied, "You can't take antipyretics, it's too irritating, go find some antipyretic stickers."

"Why me again?"

"Just rely on me to bring you something to eat! Forget it, I'll post it later." He turned to ask Han Yufeng, "Can you sit still? Dizziness?"

Han Yufeng smiled, "I feel like you treat me like a porcelain doll. Give me the porridge, and I'll make it myself."

Su Jinlun heard that he was holding a small plastic bowl and handed it to him, saying, "Be careful of burning."

But was cut off by Wen Wenyao halfway.After Wen Wenyao grabbed the bowl, he took it for granted, "Isn't it hot? Let me do it."

Then he stirred the porridge slowly with a spoon, scooped up another mouthful, and carefully handed it to Han Yufeng's mouth, staring at him with burning eyes, waiting for him to eat.But after he waited for a long time, Han Yufeng just looked back at him silently, without any intention of eating.Wen Wenyao got impatient and asked, "Why don't you eat? No appetite?"

Unexpectedly, Su Jinlun burst out laughing, "You know it's hot, why don't you know how to blow it before letting others eat it?"

"..." Wen Wenyao blushed again for no reason, and he put down the bowl angrily, "Eat it yourself! I won't serve you, Master!"

"Xiao Yao."

"..."

"Xiao Yao." Han Yufeng reached out to grab Wen Wenyao's hand. Wen Wenyao struggled symbolically, but finally did not push him away.He didn't know what he was losing his temper with.It might be a form of self-loathing, he thought.

In the past, Wen Wenyao never felt that there was anything wrong with his "no common sense". After all, he was spoiled and grown up, but ever since he met Han Yufeng, he made jokes everywhere.Sometimes the more Han Yufeng pampered himself, the more useless he felt.

So this time, he lost his temper with himself, no matter how Han Yufeng pulled him, he would not look back.

In the end, not knowing if it was his own illusion, he felt that Han Yufeng sighed again.

"Turn around, I'm a little uncomfortable."

It was terrible now, he couldn't care about anything, so he hurriedly turned around, "Where is it? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Su Jinlun, who was completely ignored by the side: "..."

With such nervousness, no one will believe you if you say you don’t like it, right?