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"Well, my memory is pretty good." Ling Junhan praised him, "Then I'm back now, so... I'm here to ask you for an answer."

"What answer?" Duan Wuxin blinked, and another tear rolled down her face.

Ling Junhan looked at the face flushed from crying, and called him by name, "Duan Wuxin, do you like me now?"

Duan Wuxin clenched his palms tightly, turning his face away a little shyly.

His heart was pounding, maybe it was because of Ling Junhan's waking up, or because he had just realized his intentions just now.

With hindsight, I suddenly wake up.

He pressed down that bit of arrogance, and nodded lightly as an answer.

Feeling insincere, he said slowly: "I like it."

"Finally..." Ling Junhan breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the bandaged wound with his fingertips, and laughed at himself, "This injury is not in vain, it is worth it."

Duan Wuxin stammered, her cheeks seemed to have been covered with rouge, and asked: "So, so, am I your boyfriend now?"

He speaks very lightly, and his heart is not used to this strange title.

"No." Ling Junhan replied lightly.

Duan Wuxin became anxious, at first you were the one who was chasing after me to confess.

Why now that he started talking, he denied it with a cold face.

"Why not?" He stared at the patient's wound, shaking his palms, resisting the urge to punch someone.

Ling Junhan was teased, and the wound was painful.

He endured the pain and said: "You are not yet an adult, I am breaking the law with you now, starting from three years, the maximum penalty is death. I just ask you for a title first, and when the time comes, I will take over."

Strictly speaking, pinching the points and counting the seconds, it sounds like a presidential election.

Duan Wuxin felt embarrassed by the impatience just now, and wanted to find a crack in the ground in shame and angrily.

He tried his best to maintain calm, raised his head and said haughtily, "Okay, then I will also give you a probation period. If you don't do well, I will kick you out."

"Then I'm really terrified. I will behave well and prepare for a boyfriend." Ling Junhan hooked his hand, rubbed his fingertips on the back of his hand, "Xinxin, grow up quickly."

Grow up quickly, grow up quickly.

I can't wait to pour all my love into him.

Duan Wuxin groaned, and scratched his palm with his fingertips, feeling numb in his heart.

He put the fang in his pocket, stared at the horrific wound, and asked, "Are you really not calling the doctor?"

"It's okay. I know my own body. It's good to take care of it for a while." Ling Junhan moved a little to the side, reached out and patted the bed, "I haven't had a good rest these days, come up and sleep for a while."

Duan Wuxin glanced at the empty accompanying bed next door, and said, "There is a bed over there...this bed is too small, I'm afraid it will squeeze you."

"Don't be afraid, come up." Ling Junhan lifted the quilt and warmly invited.

Duan Wuxin took off his shoes slowly, and lay down on his side lightly, for fear of touching his wound.

He put his head on Ling Junhan's shoulder carefully, and the worry that had been hanging for a long time was finally relieved.

Duan Wuxin smelled the faint smell of potion, and finally had the opportunity to educate this impulsive adult, "Next time, don't be so reckless. If something happens again, what should I do?"

"Well, there will be no next time, I promise you." Ling Junhan pinched his earlobe.

The intimacy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe is really more beautiful than anything else.

"Hook." Duan Wuxin raised his little finger and reached out to hook him, "Quick."

While Ling Junhan disliked childishness, he hooked his little finger back, "Promise, next time I'm so impulsive, I'll be a puppy."

Duan Wuxin snorted softly, "If it weren't for the fact that you were seriously injured, I would beat you right now."

Ling Junhan pretended to be panicked, and covered his chest with one hand, "Then I'm really scared, and I'm going to start domestic violence now? Where can I hit, the chest can't do it, but the buttocks can do it."

"Can you be serious?" Duan Wuxin closed her eyes slightly, with a smile on her lips.

It's good to be so noisy now.

He could feel that the injured heart was beating peacefully now.

"Thank you, go to sleep." Ling Junhan stared at the black eyes under his eyes, and touched his forehead sideways.

Having not rested for two days, Duan Wuxin felt at ease and fell into a deep sleep with his eyes closed.

Ling Junhan opened his eyes and watched the children gradually move to the side, gradually occupying most of the bed.

With difficulty, he raised his arms and hugged him into his arms, with the small half of his body hanging in the air, which was quite difficult.

When Ling Jiamu came in with the doctor, he was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

"Brother, you're awake."

"Hush, keep your voice down." Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and glanced at Duan Wuxin, "He's sleeping."

Ling Jiamu couldn't help laughing, and said in a breathy voice: "Who are you sick? You're about to fall."

Ling Junhan buried his head in a muffled smile, but hugged him loosely and didn't speak.

The doctor looked disgusted, leaned over to help him complete the routine examination, and changed a new gauze for him.

Staring at the child who was sleeping soundly in his arms, he coughed and said: "Remember to take medicine, less strenuous exercise, and you will recover faster."

"I'm already like this, how can I still exercise?" Ling Junhan was speechless.

The doctor gave him a pointed look and raised his eyebrows slightly.

You are already like this, and you insist on sharing a bed with others, what else can't you do?

A group of nurses next to them covered their mouths and sniggered.

"Oh, don't make a fuss, there's nothing wrong with the two of them." Ling Jiamu waved his hand, and refuted the rumors seriously, "This is family affection, do you understand the touching family affection?"

His brother is sincere, but Duan Wuxin is not enlightened and treats him like a father.

Ling Jiamu thought to himself, crying so badly yesterday was like crying in front of his father's grave.

Those who saw it were moved, and those who heard it wept.

Ling Junhan was speechless, straightened his upper body and sat up slightly, and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Ling Jiamu pushed the man back fiercely, and covered the quilt, "Don't think about leaving the hospital, it will take a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones. No matter how healthy you are, you will have to lie down for a month no matter what."

"There are too many things going on recently, and I can't take time off." Ling Junhan wiped his face, thinking about the Beast Soul Project, "Has the report been handed in yet?"

"I will go to the parliament in a month," Ling Jiamu said. "It is very difficult to report, and it feels quite troublesome. This time the vote may not be passed."

Ling Jun's expression turned cold, and he said softly: "Anyway, the sooner the better. They are getting bolder and bolder. I am afraid that the night will have long dreams."

"Well, your priority right now is to recover from your injury. I suppressed the news of your injury, and even my parents didn't know about it." Ling Jiamu scratched his head, "Mom's personality is probably crazy."

Ling Junhan nodded slightly, a rare compliment, "Well done."

Duan Wuxin heard the movement, frowned and opened his eyes impatiently.

Before he had time to lose his temper, he saw a group of people standing at the head of the bed, all of them looked like they were watching a show.

He opened his mouth, shrank an inch under the quilt, and said awkwardly: "Ah, there are so many people."

"Are you awake?" Ling Junhan hid his palm under the quilt and squeezed his waist, "The doctor came for a routine checkup."

Duan Wuxin lowered her head and complained softly, pinching Ling Junhan's thigh with her hand under the quilt, "Why didn't you wake me up? It's embarrassing."

I took up more than half of the bed, and I was surrounded by crowds while sleeping, it was like a death scene.

Being pinched was excruciatingly painful, so I had to endure it.

Ling Junhan replied quite confidently: "I don't want you to sleep more, rest well?"

"Sleep well, I'll go back and bring you food." Duan Wuxin turned over, stepped on her shoes quickly, not daring to look at anyone, and dragged Ling Jiamu to flee the embarrassing scene in a hurry.

Seeing his panicked expression, Ling Jiamu jokingly asked, "No, just sleep, why are you shy..."

"Shut up." Duan Wuxin stuffed the person into the mecha, and ordered: "Now go back to the Marshal's Mansion, this chef wants to show his skills."

Even though it was the boyfriend's inspection time, he had to behave better so that Ling Junhan would not pick him up.

Ling Jiamu activated the mecha, and asked curiously, "Can you do it?"

"I can learn." Duan Wuxin recalled the dark cooking last time, clicked the search box on the mecha, and began to choose today's food teaching.

There are a lot of dishes on the webpage, he selected a few simple ones, and carefully wrote down the steps.

The spirit of studying is more serious than when reading a book and doing questions.

Ling Jiamu didn't bother him anymore, and after dutifully sending him back to the Marshal's Mansion, he stood at the door chatting with the gardener.

Duan Wuxin rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, followed the steps to process the ingredients, looking good.

A posture of going to a big fight.

Xiaobai leaned aside, pointing in disgust, "Add too much water, less soy sauce, hey, don't add so much sugar...God, why are you so stupid, let me do it."

As he spoke, he reached out to save the scene of the disaster.

Duan Wuxin pushed him away, and stir-fried with a spatula on his own, "I want to do it myself, you can direct it."

"I'm shocked by your sudden sensibility." Xiaobai slowly raised his hand to touch his hairless head, and sighed: "As expected, growing up is overnight, experiencing trauma, and growing up from then on."

"... What chicken soup article did you read on the Internet again?" Duan Wuxin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and cooked three dishes and one soup in a decent manner, and packed it into a lunch box.

Xiaobai frowned and turned around, with a worried expression on his face, "The young master has been seriously injured, don't just give this meal away, it will directly poison him to death."

"No, I'm quite confident in my ability to learn." Duan Wuxin stared at the stir-fried vegetables that could still recognize the original dishes, bursting with confidence.

At least it's better than last time, it's not burnt or burnt, and it looks good.

He went out with a packing bag in his hand, and raised his hand to urge Ling Jiamu, "I'm fine here, go to the hospital."

Ling Jiamu lowered his head and sniffed the bag like a dog, "Can I eat it? It smells good."

"I'm here for the patient. If you make a gash in your chest..." Duan Wuxin paused for a second, then changed the topic, "I'll let Xiaobai do it for you."

Ling Jiamu shook his head slowly, and said sadly: "Son, your double standards make my father very sad."

Duan Wuxin lowered his head and fiddled with the drawstring on the bag, muttering to himself: "Then get used to it first, it will probably be even more difficult in the future."

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Nothing, let's go."

When the two returned to the ward, Ling Junhan was struggling to get out of the toilet, just like Xiaobai who had just recovered.

Duan Wuxin raised the bag in his hand, and quickly ran over to help him to move to the bed, "I've cooked the meal, this time I made it seriously, try it."

"Being so nice to me suddenly, is this how you treat your future boyfriend?" Ling Junhan joked.

Ling Jiamu sat on the companion bed, sneered coldly, "Brother, it's useless to say more, and Xinxin doesn't mean that to you at all. I'm going to talk about you right now, and next time I chase someone, I can't put my life in it." , scary to death..."

As he was talking, he saw that Duan Wuxin picked up a piece of meat and fed it into his brother's mouth with his own hands, and it suddenly got stuck.

With a dull expression on his face, when he saw the two people's eyes touching, he could see a little affection.

Ling Jiamu clutched his heart, and said slowly, "Son, could it be that father's love deteriorated overnight?"

"Well, he is my prospective boyfriend now." Duan Wuxin replied vaguely, looked up at Ling Junhan again, and asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

"It's better than last time." Ling Junhan raised the corners of his mouth and swallowed the meat, "However, I can eat whatever you cook."

"As long as you like it, I will make more for you in the future." Duan Wuxin also smiled at him, revealing two small dimples shyly.

You and I can't tolerate others.

Ling Jiamu's mind was in a daze, and he was still stuck in the last part of the conversation, "What do you mean by preparing a boyfriend? It's the kind of ambiguity that doesn't give people a name?"

Ling Junhan immersed in tenderness: "..."

Ling Jiamu pursed his lips, stood up and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Brother, you are so miserable, and now you are reduced to a spare tire?"