Fall in love with the sick boss in Fear Tour

Before I knew it, it was twelve o'clock at noon.

Yuan Han'an prepared lunch, and was a little worried about Fang Xi who was still awake.

After thinking for a while, he picked up a set of clothes and walked towards the innermost room, knocked politely and restrainedly, and opened the door when no one responded.

When he saw the conspicuous pit on the wall and a few bright red bloodstains, Yuan Han'an paused, and sat in front of Fang Xi's bed, and found that the man had covered his entire head with the quilt again.Only the top of a fluffy head was exposed.

Yuan Han'an sighed helplessly, and while pulling Fang Xi out of the bed, he softly called his name, "Xuan Chi."

"Hmm." Fang Xi puffed up his mouth and muttered something, suddenly remembered that the traces left by last night were not clear yet, so he woke up with a click, quietly opened his eyes a little, and found that Yuan Han'an's expression was natural, nothing unusual, Only then did he twitch his eyelashes and open his eyes reassuringly.

Yuan Han'an couldn't see his small movements, he just kept silent.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the blood on the wall, Fang Xi's breathing was stagnant, and he managed to pull out a smile, "Why did you come in?"

Yuan Han'an looked down at him, and said in a deep voice: "It's already twelve o'clock, you slept for almost a day, and missed three meals."

Fang Xi chuckled, and let Yuan Han'an get dressed for herself.

Ever since the incident in the bathroom, this man seemed to have opened up something, and all kinds of delicate and considerate actions were not attractive.

After everything was cleaned up, Yuan Han'an pointed to the hole in the wall, "Don't you explain why you fell on the wall last night?"

Fang Xi blinked, and explained dryly: "Maybe the thieves entered yesterday?"

Yuan Han'an glanced at the sky on the 23rd floor outside the window, took a breath of the air on the 23rd floor, nodded, and said nothing, but there was a light patter in the air, Fang Xi looked down, and the Sanskrit sound came as a pendant again up.

After buttoning the Sanskrit voice, Yuan Han'an solemnly took out his mobile phone and showed it to Fang Xi, "What kind of cut do you want to make?"

Fang Xi froze for a moment before realizing that he asked Yuan Han'an to cut his hair yesterday, and looked at Yuan Han'an's serious face in disbelief.

I thought that according to this person's personality, I'm afraid it was a night of preparation.

Looking at a few pictures on Yuan Han'an's phone, Fang Xi shook his head and said casually, "It's the same as you."

Yuan Han'an pursed a faint smile, and said, "Okay."

Through the mirror, Fang Xi saw that the man's face had a circle of golden light under the sunlight, looming, like a stone statue carved in ancient Greece.

At this moment, with a serious face, the pair of hands that were supposed to slay demons held a pair of scissors, moved it, thought about it, and Fang Xi didn't even notice it when he glanced at him through the mirror.

The young man in the mirror is nestled on a chair, behind him is a tall and serious man, holding his long black hair in his hand, changing the angle from time to time.

The warm sunshine makes this picture even more warm.Fang Xi rolled his eyes.

After Yuan Han'an cut it off, he looked in the mirror and saw that the young man's half-length hair just covered the ears, and a few strands of hair on his forehead made his beautiful eyebrows faintly visible, and his sleepy eyes looked like a domesticated orange cat.

There was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, he coughed and asked tentatively: "How about it, is it okay?"

Fang Xi sized it up. Both the cultivation world and this body had long hair, but they planned to cut it to avoid unnecessary eyes.

But seeing Yuan Han'an's nervous gaze, Fang Xi still nodded, determined not to let him waste the whole night in vain.

"I like it very much." He bent his beautiful eyebrows, just in time to be caught by Yuan Han'an who was looking in the mirror.

Yuan Han'an breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered the lunch that was set, and secretly regretted that he didn't distinguish between priorities.

He stretched out his hand and touched Fang Xi's fluffy head, and said in a little embarrassment: "Wait a minute, I'll go and heat up the meal."

Fang Xi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, "Okay."

When the two finished their lunch together, it was already two o'clock. Fang Xi rubbed his full stomach, threw himself onto the soft sofa, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Yuan Han'an who was at the entrance again, and Fang Xi blurted out, "You want to go out?"

Yuan Han'an turned his back to him and was carrying a pair of shoes ready to change. Hearing this, he hummed and said, "I'm going out for about two days."

After thinking for a while, he turned his head and said seriously: "You are at home, don't run around."

Under Yuan Han'an's watchful expression of "I'll break your leg if you dare to run", Fang Xi sat up obediently, nodded, and watched Yuan Han'an open and close the door.

For two days, Fang Xi nestled on the sofa, a little dazed, this world is strangely gentle.

Except for the tomb of King Dun at the very beginning, everything that happened later seems to be a warm daily life.

It would be great if this was the reality, Fang Xi touched the Sanskrit on his wrist in a daze

Under his gaze, Sanskrit trembled, not understanding why he was being targeted by this boss.

Unexpectedly, the corners of Fang Xi's mouth raised slightly, and he brought the Sanskrit sound to his lips, and whispered in a lingering and lingering voice: "In the first hour when Yuan Han'an was away, I missed him so much."

On the plane, the man who was closing his eyes to rest his body trembled and opened his eyes suddenly. The passing stewardess noticed the strangeness and asked worriedly, "Hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Yuan Han'an took a breath, politely rejected the stewardess, "Thank you, I'm fine."

After the stewardess left, Yuan Han'an lay down on the backrest again, the clear and sweet voice of the young man seemed to be still echoing in his ears, he half-closed his eyes to hide his panic, the heat in his chest could not be dispelled no matter what.

The corners of Fang Xi's mouth rose more and more, thinking that Yuan Han'an over there must be secretly shy because no one saw him, and the stubborn factor hidden in his personality couldn't stop no matter what.

For the next time, Fang Xi was immersed in the fun of the Sanskrit phone call, saying something like "It's been two hours, but I still miss Yuan Han'an".

“Takeout is not as good as Yuan Hanan’s”

"What is Yuan Han'an doing?"

"Did Yuan Han'an think of me?"

Everything was passed on by the Sanskrit sound that was united with the master's mind and spirit.

Yuan Han'an, who had already got off the plane and rushed to the destination, couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips. As soon as he heard the young man complaining about the faint coquettishness of the takeaway, his heart began to fluctuate between distress and sweetness.

He raised his eyes to look at the tomb of King Dun, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he would never let Xuan Chi have any accidents.

Two days later, Yuan Han'an searched the tomb carefully for a long time but couldn't find any clues. Finally, at the mural when he came, a soldier took a box in his wobbly hands.

That soldier was different from the others. It was covered with a thin layer of skin and flesh, which could vaguely show the tough appearance before birth, and the armor he was wearing was heavier and more complete.

When handing him something, the shriveled eyeballs tried their best to convey a solemn meaning.

Yuan Han'an nodded, and when he turned to leave, he heard the sound of the tomb passage collapsing behind him as expected. He paused, took off the mahogany sword on his back and performed a simple rescue.

He didn't hear any voice from Sanskrit for two days, Yuan Han'an's eyes darkened, worried about Fang Xi, and he kept planning to rush back.

Unexpectedly, when Yuan Han'an got off the plane, he was pulled into the toilet by Qi Yuan with a hasty look on his face. Qi Yuan's voice was a little flustered, "Yuan Han'an, the ancestors already know about you, now the tomb owner and them There's a fight."

Yuan Han'an was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Where are they?"

Qi Yuan grabbed his hand firmly, his eyes turned red, "Are you going to go there?"

Yuan Hanan said: "I have to go."

After that, he grabbed Qiyuan with his backhand and said without doubt: "Take me there."

"It's impossible for me to let you go to die. What's so good about the owner of the tomb that you are so obsessed with it." Qi Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked sharply.

Yuan Han'an lowered his eyes and didn't say anything, just shook off Qi Yuan in a gentle way, and strode out.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan didn't understand Yuan Han'an. He wanted to find it by himself, so he quickly chased after him, tugged at Yuan Han'an, and then roared in a low voice after a while: "I'll take you there, but you have to listen to me. You can’t act rashly.”

Yuan Han'an quickly said hello, and then followed behind Qi Yuan with a solemn expression.

Fang Xi seemed to be stuck on the sofa, watching TV non-stop for two days.

The delivery doorbell rang a few times, but seeing that the phone didn't work, the delivery boy sighed and put it at the door.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound on Fang Xi's wrist became hot, and Fang Xi hissed to draw back his attention, raised it up and squinted to see what it was going crazy again.

Seeing Fanyin's sword trembling non-stop, trying to lead Fang Xi to stand up, Fang Xi was startled suddenly, as if Yuan Han'an hadn't come back for two days.

He doesn't know why, his brain has been groggy for the past two days, as if he can't remember anything, and sometimes he even forgets his name.

The memory seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silk, Fang Xi pursed her lips and rubbed her tingling brain.

However, the Sanskrit sound is connected with Yuan Han'an's mind and mind, so something must have happened to Yuan Han'an.

The huge living room was filled with cold black mist in a short while. Fang Xi was wrapped in it and couldn't see the situation clearly. The people in this building shook their bodies subconsciously.

Strange, it is obviously summer, why there is a sudden burst of cold air.

Yin Qi surged towards the sky.

And the other side.

"You—" Yuan Han'an raised his head in astonishment, looking in disbelief at his friend for many years, his limp body, his uncontrollable ghostly aura, and the bloody knife in his hand.

"I've said it, don't be obsessed with it." Qi Yuan's face was full of worry, if he ignored the three-point cruelty hidden in his eyes.

As his words fell, many monks and several ancestors suddenly poured out from the empty surroundings, surrounding the two of them.

The leader, Shen Fenglin, snorted coldly, "Where do you put all the people in the world if you dare to cover up that monster?"

Yuan Han'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, and glanced lightly at the crowd who were filled with righteous indignation, "It was wrong for me to take him away, but the real mastermind behind the scenes is someone else."