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Feng Jin was startled, his face turned pale with fright, and he rushed over like a rabbit.

Pushing away the noisy children who were only focused on grabbing the ball, they hurriedly went to see Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was lying face down, Feng Jin turned around, only to find that Lin Yan's forehead was scratched and a little blood oozes out.

Feng Jin put Lin Yan back in the wheelchair in a panic and sat down.

However, the group of little boys were all focused on the ball, and the ball rolled past Feng Jin's face with a "gurgling" sound. Feng Jin couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't control his anger.Kick the football hard one by one

The football "swish one by one" over the high wall and disappeared.

The bear kids were dumbfounded.

"You pay us football!"

"You pay us football!"

With a gloomy expression, Feng Jin picked up the blanket that fell on the ground, shook the ashes, carefully covered Lin Yan, and then pushed Lin Yan to go back.

He has to deal with Lin Yan's injury, and the fall just now, I don't know if it hurt him...

Just as Feng Jin pushed Lin Yan two steps away, the group of children led their parents to block Feng Jin.

"Dad, that's him, kicked our football over there!"

"He did it on purpose, Mom, to ask him to pay us football..."

Feng Jin frowned, he just wanted to go back quickly to make sure Lin Yan was okay, so he ignored the group of people and pushed Lin Yan to leave.

─A five or sixty-year-old lady grabbed Feng Jin's hand and yelled, "Hey, young man, you deliberately lost my grandson's ball, and you still want to run away? What are young people doing now?" No quality at all?"

The woman next to the old lady followed, "That's right! Who are they?"

"Either you get the ball back, or you lose money! If the matter is not resolved, don't even think about leaving!"

Feng Jin's slender fingers tightly grasped the push handle of the wheelchair, and the veins on the back of his hand couldn't help bulging. He tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "It's your kid who kicked the football on my friend. And then knocked him down trying to grab the ball."

The group of parents were stunned, and after a long time, it was still the same old lady who yelled, "Then they are children, and they are not sensible, so it's normal to bump into people when they are playing around, you alone What do adults care about with their children?"

"That's right, you're such an old man, and you still have trouble with children..."

Feng Jin clenched his fists. He has always been a good-tempered person, and he has never blushed with anyone. However, at this moment, his voice was cold and cold, like a volcano that had been stuffy for thousands of years was about to erupt. , "Sorry for losing your football, I will compensate you at the original price."

Feng Jin pointed to the wound on Lin Yan's forehead, "This wound was caused by your child, please compensate for the medical expenses."

"Ah?" The old lady almost jumped up, and she said the same thing upside down: "The child didn't do it on purpose! Are you embarrassed that you are an adult and a child? When you have a child in the future, you will be like this too." ?"

When other parents heard that they would pay for medical expenses, they were also anxious and chattered.

Feng Jin got a headache from the noise, and his face became paler. He took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Yeah, kids are ignorant. Of course, as an adult, I don't care about them, so I will ask your guardians to solve the problem. Are you adults? Are you not children?"

The old lady's face turned pale.

The other parents also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"My friend is seriously ill and is very weak now. Do you know how serious the consequences of being hit by a football are? I'm going to send him to the hospital for a full-body examination. A set of examinations cost less than [-] yuan and can't solve the problem. , you can figure it out for yourself."

The eyes of the crowd on the opposite side widened.

Thousands of pieces?

Isn't this extortion?

Feng Jin pushed the wheelchair again, "I'm sorry, I don't have time to discuss with you here to solve the problem. I live in 504 on the fifth floor. You can ask me for compensation for football tomorrow."

This time, no one dared to stop Feng Jin anymore.

Even if Feng Jin told him the address of his home, who would dare to risk being asked for 1 yuan in compensation, and come to ask for dozens of dollars for a football?

The old lady was very angry, and her seven or eight-year-old grandson was still tugging at his grandma's hand: "Grandma, my football! My football!"

The old lady patted her grandson's head and said dotingly, "Good boy, grandma will help you buy another one tomorrow..."

She stared at Feng Jin's back, and angrily shouted deliberately: "What's the matter if you smash it and fall it? He won't feel pain! Really! Don't push out the vegetative person! Why don't you just lie down at home?" What should I do if I frighten the child by being motionless like a dead person?"

Feng Jin's ears are very good, the old lady's wind came along with the evening wind, and everything fell into his ears without saying a word.

His right hand was clenched tightly, and his forehead was full of bulging veins. Even though he gritted his teeth, he still couldn't restrain the anger.

Subconsciously, he turned around and went back to find the old lady.

However, at the moment when the wheelchair was shaking, Lin Yan's head suddenly leaned lightly on the back of Feng Jin's trembling hands.

Lin Yan's whole body stopped for an instant.

The anger in my heart was also at this moment, like being poured down by a basin of water.

Not a single bit of it is left.

He stood where he was, and after a while he came forward and squatted down gently in front of Lin Yan.

He still closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

There is no pain in the expression, nor any joy.

The weather in the evening was slightly cool, and the broken hair on Lin Yan's forehead shook slightly, heaving and falling.

In the evening wind at the end of summer, Feng Jin couldn't help but gently pressed his forehead against Lin Yan's leg.

The sockets of his eyes couldn't help being sore, and something astringent wanted to rush out, and his Adam's apple rolled several times before he choked up and said, "Okay, I won't fight, I won't go... Don't worry, we'll go back Home……"

Feng Jin took a deep breath, then got up, and pushed Lin Yan back to the apartment.

Putting Lin Yan on the bed, Feng Jin sterilized the wound on his forehead with iodine.

Seeing that his breathing was steady, no different than usual, Feng Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the doctor told Feng Jin that Lin Yan's finger movements were just a normal reaction to muscle spasms, Feng Jin still held some hope in his heart.

what if

What if it wasn't muscular activity, what if he was really getting better...

With this thought in mind, Feng Jin began to pay closer attention to Lin Yan.

During the day, he would sit next to Lin Yan and read a book. At night, he would sleep with the surveillance camera turned on. The next morning, he would watch the surveillance surveillance from beginning to end.

But half a month passed, and Lin Yan's fingers never moved again, not even once.

Feng Jin looked disappointedly at the person sleeping on the bed, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

He stared at Lin Yan for a long time, then as if he had made a sudden decision, he got up and closed the curtains of the room, and took off Lin Yan's pants when he went to bed.

Feng Jin tried his best to stimulate Lin Yan until Lin Yan was released by him.

But during the whole process, Lin Yan lay there motionless, without a trace of superfluous expression on his face.

Unspeakable despair suddenly surged in Feng Jin's heart.

He finally believed at this moment that maybe Lin Yan really would never wake up.

The next morning, Feng Jin received a call from Lin Yang.

Lin Yang's father passed away a few days ago, he came back to go through some formalities, so he stopped by to see Lin Yan.

When Feng Jin saw Lin Yang, he was shocked.

Obviously it's only been two or three months since we haven't seen each other, but Lin Yang seems to have changed into a different person, so thin that he looks out of shape.

"Brother Lin Yang, are you alright?"

Lin Yang lowered his head and sent a text message to someone, and when he heard Feng Jin, he was just taken aback, "Huh?"

"You...are you okay?"

Lin Yang smiled, "It's okay, I just ran back and forth between the two countries recently, some of them haven't slowed down, and it will be fine after the busy period."

Feng Jin frowned: "Take time to go to the hospital for an examination, you are a little too thin."

"I've been there." Lin Yang put away his mobile phone, stuffed it into his suit pocket, and said, "It's nothing serious. If you are as busy as me, you have to lose weight." Lin Yang felt helpless.

Before Lin Yan's accident happened, he needed to take care of the property abroad, and the Lin family's domestic company also wanted him to be in charge. His father had just passed away, and the affairs of the funeral were not finished yet. Those uncles who couldn't get rid of him were like flies, and they couldn't wait. Want to come up for a share.

But at this time, several projects in the company had accidents one after another. He went to various wine tables to find connections. These days, he was busy like a spinning top, either on the train or on the plane. How could he not lose weight.

Feng Jin suggested: "Or you can sell Lin Yan's foreign properties. This way you can relax."

Lin Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "I always want to keep it for him, in case he still wakes up."

Feng Jin wanted to say something else, but Lin Yang interrupted him, his expression relaxed; "Okay, don't worry. I'll go in and have a look at Xiaoyan."

Lin Yang was very busy, and the phone didn't stop for a moment. He came out holding the phone within a few minutes after entering the bedroom: "Are you here? Why didn't you notify me in advance? I don't have time to pick you up now... so, I'll find someone past."

After he hung up the phone, Feng Jin couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Lin Yang looked a little embarrassed, "My cousin Jiang Zefei, I asked him to come over to help me manage a few company projects. He was supposed to arrive tomorrow, but I didn't expect that kid to come over ahead of time. I have dinner right away. Time to pick him up at the airport..."

Feng Jin took the initiative: "Let me pick it up for you."

"you?"

"Well, he is also Lin Yan's cousin, right? Just let him come over and talk to Lin Yan."

Lin Yang smiled, "The two of them never got along with each other since they were young, and they quarreled as soon as they met. What can they say?"

"That's just right. If I wake Lin Yan up, I have to thank him."

Feng Jin asked for Jiang Zefei's contact information from Lin Yang, and drove to the airport to pick him up.

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The cousin came on stage, Lin Yan woke up and counted down.