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Qian Xuyang had a bad feeling.

It is unlikely that such an excellent architect as Yin Yiqiao would express his anger in such a naive and alienated way as "thank you".

The only explanation left is——

He got it.

When Qian Xuyang sent the letter, he didn't care about any rest at all.

He rushed back anxiously, sitting on the bumpy car, unable to restrain his speculation.

There is absolutely no report about Li Feng being shot in the Philippine news and domestic media.

The State Council is also an excellent secrecy expert with knowledge and interest, and it is impossible to leak information quietly.

However, what is more important now is not to find out who told Yin Yiqiao.

Instead, he had to inform Li Feng in advance: what to do!Brother Yin knows!

Yin Yiqiao can be an important person who can be the emergency contact person of Lufeng and ask them to help hide his injuries. Naturally, Yin Yiqiao has an unusual position in Lufeng's heart.

Qian Xuyang spied on Lufeng's private life and helped keep it a secret for less than a day, but he was about to face such a terrible result.

He rushed into the hospital, and before he could step into the ward, he saw two slightly unfamiliar figures outside the door.

Qian Xuyang's colleague winked frantically and raised his finger quietly, as if reminding him that the boss is coming.

A person comforted: "Doctor Xie said so, so don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, it's—"

Before the man finished speaking, Mei Feng was a little annoyed, and turned to look at Qian Xuyang.

Immediately, the top of Qian Xuyang's head was on fire, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The people standing outside the ward, one was Yi Xingbang, and the other was wearing a shirt with a suit jacket hanging on his hands, with a worried but elegant and serious look, who else could there be except Yin Yiqiao? !

"Senior Brother Yin, I didn't intend to lie to you!"

His old problems have never been corrected, and he has not been tortured, so he confesses and is lenient.

"It's the lawyer, the lawyer doesn't want you to worry, and is even more afraid of you coming to the Philippines... It's so messy here... um..."

As he spoke, his own voice lowered.

Suddenly figured out why.

Yin Yiqiao even came in person, maybe when he replied to his message just now, he was standing outside the ward watching Lu Feng.

Then, then...

Received fake news of his naiveté.

Seeing that he couldn't continue, Yin Yiqiao replied calmly, "I know. Thank you."

There is probably no one in this world who knows the law better than him.

If it wasn't for Li Feng's confession, how could Qian Xuyang unlock the phone, and how dare he reply to his messages casually.

He traveled all the way to the Philippines, contacted Yi Xingbang, and learned all about the situation on the way to the hospital.

He was shot, rescued, and comatose for five days.

Today I was finally able to open my eyes, but I was still so weak that I received intensive care.

The best doctor of the medical aid team to the Philippines makes daily rounds and checks, and arranges a detailed treatment plan for Lufeng.

Yin Yiqiao's heart remained silent, even if the doctors in the ward were able to enter after their routine examinations, she still couldn't feel any joy.

Only a piece of paleness remained.

Yin Yiqiao let go of the panic of being far away in China, but was filled with a sense of powerlessness that had nowhere to vent.

In the end, it can only turn into deep helplessness.

He sighed, "It's good that people are still alive."

Lifeng rarely gets sick.

During the South China Sea Tunnel Project, the headaches caused by overwork seemed to have happened in his previous life, and he had long since forgotten them in his mind.

But now with this shot, the illnesses and pains that he hadn't experienced in the first half of his life surged up violently, torturing him until he was muddled and unconscious.

Although lying on the hospital bed and sleeping most of the time, he couldn't even construct a stable dream.

Because the doctors were dedicated to the examination and kept asking: "Is there any discomfort?" "Is the breathing smooth?" "Is there any feeling in the hands and feet?"

Li Feng felt uncomfortable and hurt everywhere, but he didn't want to appear delicate, so he answered very firmly.

The doctors exchanged those complicated test values, and Li Feng fell asleep after listening to them. He took the sound of their drug research as a lullaby, and let himself close his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and there was a buzzing conversation in his ear again.

"Do you have a fever?"

"Nurse, please take a look."

"It's normal to have a fever, and the body temperature is not too high. You can't take medicine for the time being, so as not to increase the burden on your body."

The voices of men and women were muffled.

Li Feng seemed to be in a dream, vaguely feeling the bright light outside his eyelids.

He seemed to be awake again, clearly aware of the throbbing pain in the wound.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, he frowned, breathing heavily and laboriously, but there was a warm palm covering his forehead.

After a while, he carefully wiped off the hot sweat that was pouring out of him.

Such an action was too intimate, causing Li Feng to frown.

Before he could lift his eyelids, he heard a sound——

"Brother Yin, Mr. Santos said..."

That cry was particularly clear in his chaotic consciousness.

Li Feng suddenly felt his heart beating violently, and his sense of hearing became tens of thousands of times sharper.

Even though his eyelids are heavy and his mind is dizzy, he still wants to open his eyes to confirm whether he is hallucinating.

Lufeng felt the glare of the light, and squinted in pain, looking up at the tall figure beside him.

The man was wearing a simple white shirt with broad shoulders and high cuffs, revealing his strong and powerful arms.

He didn't have the energy to discern the content of the conversation in the ward, and tried his best to stare at the familiar back that made his eyes warm.

"Ah."

The familiar low-pitched response made Li Feng's heart skip a beat.

He was breathing fast and wanted to make a sound, but his throat was dry and cracked, and he let out a faint sound.

Li Feng tried his best to close his eyes, then opened them again, and saw the brows that he had thought about for a long time raised in his dream.

Yin Yiqiao said helplessly, "Are you awake?"

Seeing this, Li Feng no longer dared to blink.

Yin Yiqiao is here.

"Brother..."

Li Feng's hoarse voice weakly escaped from the breathing mask.

He almost instinctively wanted to reach out and grab Yin Yiqiao, but he could only move his palm, causing the hanging infusion tube to sway.

"What do you want to take?" Yin Yiqiao frowned, gently held his flailing hand, "I'll help you."

Li Feng wanted to shake his head.

His hand finally touched Yin Yiqiao's warm palm, and he couldn't help curling up his fingers to hold Yin Yiqiao firmly.

Standing aside, Qian Xuyang scratched his hair in embarrassment when he saw Lu Feng's small movements.

At least Senior Brother Yin wasn't angry, and neither was Li Feng.

Both of them are fine, he, the chief culprit who didn't run the errands well, finally let go of the big stone in his heart.

"Um, let me get you some water."

Qian Xuyang was looking for an excuse to leave them alone, when he glanced away, he saw tears streaming from the corners of Lufeng's eyes.

He was startled, and stood there dumbfounded.

Qian Xuyang and Li Feng have known each other for so many years, he has seen his suppressed anger, his calm condemnation, and his radiant smile after days and nights.

However, Qian Xuyang had never seen him cry.

Before Qian Xuyang could express his concern, Lufeng was blocked by Yin Yiqiao's back.

Yin Yiqiao gently held a tissue between her fingertips, wiped away the tears that fell on his heart little by little, and then asked, "What's wrong? I didn't blame you for lying to me, why did you cry first."

There are complaints, ridicule and helplessness in the words.

But Li Feng let the tears fall, holding onto his palm and refusing to let go.

"I miss you..." Li Feng closed his eyes and looked at him stubbornly, "I want to go home."

The weak voice carried Yin Yiqiao's seldom felt dependence, as well as countless concerns.

It seemed that no matter how much he was injured or how much wronged he suffered, as long as he went home, he could return to a stable and smooth life and heal all the pain.

Even with the strength to hold Yin Yiqiao's hand, he could break free easily.

Yin Yiqiao pinched his cold fingertips with her backhand and rubbed them slowly to help him regain the warmth.

"Well, I know." Yin Yiqiao's voice was always calm and solemn.

He said, "I'm with you. I'm going home with you."

With Yin Yiqiao present, Qian Xuyang, Yi Xingbang and their colleagues left the scene knowingly and wisely, and handed over the ward to the real family members.

Lufeng was weak, and he used all his energy to stare at Yin Yiqiao, asking questions intermittently.

"Brother... why are you here..."

"I see...Qian Xuyang's reply is good...Senior brother, how did you find out..."

"Brother..."

"Talk less, gather some strength to rest." Yin Yiqiao reached out to cover his eyes, stopping his panting question, "I'll tell you when I perform well."

"I'm still angry, and I don't intend to forgive you for cheating on me with your colleagues."

After speaking, he retracted his hand, but Li Feng failed to keep his eyes closed, and immediately opened them to stare at him.

"But……"

Before he finished "but", Yin Yiqiao frowned and glared at him fiercely.

Without needing to be scolded by his senior brother, Li Feng suddenly closed his eyes, with unwilling grievances on his sunken and thin cheeks.

"Goodnight." He breathed out softly.

Yin Yiqiao smiled, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Good night."

Staying in bed in the hospital is not a good job.

The weather in the Philippines is hot, but the air conditioner does not dare to turn it down too low. Yin Yiqiao will wake up from the heat within a few minutes of sleep, and then reach out to touch Lu Feng's forehead and take a look at the monitoring equipment.

Li Feng's skin was tanned in the Philippines, which should be a healthy tan, but because of his sunken cheeks and black eye sockets, he showed a distressing morbidity.

Yin Yiqiao couldn't help but sit closer, and reached out to stroke Shunli Feng's slightly long hair bit by bit.

He has always been busy and slovenly. I don't know how many months he was so busy that he forgot to trim it this time, so that the crew cut in the last video call grew into a trendy man whose hair can be tied up.

On a hot and unbearable night, Yin Yiqiao could spend the long night watching Li Feng all the time.

There is no better thing than knowing that he is alive, and Yin Yiqiao even regretted that it was too late.

When a person who only has bridges in his heart does not show up at the bridge construction site, it is enough for Yin Yiqiao to set off.

Those journalists with sharp eyes are not fools.

Since the influence of Lifeng is enough to be regarded as an idol by the Filipinos, even if the reporters are gambling on their future, they will try their best to capture the figure of the idol and earn attention.

Yin Yiqiao was angry when he thought of the news in WeChat.

Who is there, who is waiting for me to come back, and who is personally receiving the letter.

Although it was Qian Xuyang who sent the message, it could only be the instruction of Lufeng behind it.

The instigator was sound asleep, he couldn't bully the patient yet.

"Such a big matter, you dare to ask someone to hide it from me."

Yin Yiqiao pinched Lufeng's short hair hard, tied it up in boredom, "I will never trust you again, little liar."