Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"What ambiguity?"

"You!" In terms of the thickness of his skin, Wen Wenyao will never be able to compare with Han Yufeng. He raised his hand several times, but he was reluctant to hit him, and finally had to pinch his arm resentfully.

Han Yufeng snorted, and suddenly said seriously, "Xiao Yao, it's all like this, can't you recognize your own heart?"

"..." Wen Wenyao was caught off guard, and was stopped by his question. After a long time, he asked back tremblingly, "What's your heart?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know..." Wen Wenyao muttered to himself, and he didn't know whether he was answering Han Yufeng's words, or saying that he didn't know what his heart was like.

He faintly understood in his heart that it was time to face this problem.If it was before, he would never have imagined that First Young Master Wen, who was always indulgent, would one day be so deeply influenced by a person, and even begin to doubt whether he had a crush on him.

But is this possible?

Totally impossible.Because in principle, they have only known each other for a few days. Although for various reasons, they got married inexplicably, but in the final analysis, they are still familiar strangers.

But Wen Wenyao ignored that there is a saying of love at first sight in this world.Perhaps after the lecture that day, he had already been fascinated by Han Yufeng, who was talking eloquently on the stage, but that fascination was concealed under the envy of him at the time.

Compared to Wen Wenyao's hesitation, Han Yufeng was much more aggressive.

He knew what he wanted from the start.Seeing that Wen Wenyao didn't answer him for a long time, he called out again, trying to wake up his mind, "Xiao Yao."

"Let's try."

"What did you say?" Wen Wenyao was shocked, his hands tightened unconsciously, and Han Yufeng was in pain, but he endured the pain, because he knew that Wen Wenyao had suffered enough shocks during this period, and he had to give He takes some quiet time to digest.

"Let's try it, Xiaoyao. I'm not joking, and I'm not... being angry, I just think, since we both have a crush on each other, why not... take a step back from each other and learn how to get along with each other."

"I...you..." Wen Wenyao held back for a long time, and said, "I think your body is a little hot, do you have a fever?"

Han Yufeng: "..."

After he said this, he really felt dizzy and couldn't open his eyes.And all of a sudden, I was so tired that I couldn't even maintain the sitting posture, and slid straight down.

Seeing this, Wen Wenyao quickly put his hands on Han Yufeng's armpit, lifted him up, touched Han Yufeng's forehead, and exclaimed: "My God! It's so hot! You must be stupid!"

On the one hand, Wen Wenyao blamed himself secretly, that he couldn't feel such an obvious temperature through the material of the clothes, and on the other hand, he was thinking, look, he is really talking nonsense.

He pressed Han Yufeng, trying to put him on the bed who was in a daze.However, when he struggled to remove the quilt behind him, Han Yufeng refused to cooperate.

With the last bit of strength, he held Wen Wenyao's wrist tightly, and said word by word, "Xiao Yao, I'm not joking this time, you trust me."

Wen Wenyao was very anxious at the moment. Seeing that Han Yufeng was still refusing to close his eyes and go to sleep obediently, he held his hand instead and said repeatedly, "I believe in you! I believe in you! Go to sleep!"

Only then did Han Yufeng close his eyes and fall asleep in peace.

At this time, after seeing someone falling asleep, First Young Master Wen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, life is really too difficult, and it's more painful than fighting a war after such a trip.

Han Yufeng's fever came at an inopportune time, which meant that he was going to suffer another round.Because he can't use medicine, he can only fight hard.At this moment, all the antipyretics are to him no different from gut-piercing poisons, which will irritate his stomach and cause pain again.

Therefore, if you want to reduce his fever, you can only reduce the temperature physically.

But it was too slow.

Wen Wenyao picked up a wet towel and wrung it dry, folded it into a square and placed it on Han Yufeng's forehead, then picked up another towel, wrung it dry in the same way, and wiped it repeatedly on both sides of his neck.At the same time, he was thinking about what he had just said.

Are you serious?

In the past, Wen Wenyao hoped that he was joking so that he would not have to bear so much pressure, but now he inexplicably hopes that what he just said is true.In this way, he may be able to...

"Seriously what?"

"..." Wen Wenyao turned around in shock, only to realize later that he had spoken his mind.

"You...why do you make no sound when you walk?"

"Let me see if someone killed himself. It's a good thing I'm here. Hiss... is this a stove?" Ning An leaned over and touched Han Yufeng's body, then immediately withdrew his hand, then stared again. Wen Wenyao, "Why don't you ring the bell? Do the same as him?"

"Does ringing the bell work? You can't give him a bottle, and you can't feed him medicine. Your doctor has come, and you walked around and went out again."

"Then I can at least teach you how to cool down scientifically and quickly! Do you really want him to wake up the next morning and become a fool?"

"Huh? Are you really stupid?"

"What do you think? You can't even remember to measure the temperature! You just know how to lower the temperature! Drop, drop!" Ning An scolded Wen Wenyao, while rudely stuffing the thermometer into Han Yufeng's hospital gown , let him hold it. After 5 minutes, I took it out and took a look, and couldn't help but "tsk".

"How? How much?"

"39 degrees 5, if it is 0.1 degrees more, I'm afraid it will be sent directly to the rescue."

"Ah?" Wen Wenyao almost jumped up, his eyes widened, he looked at Ning An stupidly, and unconsciously held Han Yufeng's hand tightly with one hand.

Ning Jian pretended to glance at it inadvertently, and thought to himself, these two people are probably about to achieve a positive result.When Han Yufeng wakes up, it should be almost done.

This guy is really talented, and it's not in vain that he has been fighting for sympathy with his life.

"Then... what should we do now?"

"It's okay, it's still within the controllable range." Ning An thought to himself, it's not just okay, he should be thankful, okay?In the past, when Han Yufeng woke up from a coma, which time did he not have a high fever of over 40 degrees?Often people have not breathed a sigh of relief, and the person falls into a coma for a long time.Several times it was really pushed directly to rescue.

But that was a long time ago.Now Han Yufeng pays more attention to his physical condition, so that kind of scary situation is less likely to occur.

But what Ning An never expected was that when Gong Mo appeared, he would toss him like this again.This gentleman is indeed a big killer, and he must not be provoked, must not be provoked.