I'm down after reuniting with my ex

Because he was still recovering, he had to use a wheelchair, which was pushed by a nurse.

In fact, he didn't tell Ji Changan that he was scared when he was carried into the wheelchair for the first time.

I am really afraid that I will never be able to stand up again from now on.How could he not be afraid...

But he didn't say anything, just buried his head in Ji Changan's arms.

It's just that he was more afraid of Ji Changan's sadness.

After Jiang Fan came to look for him that day, he knew that Ji Changan suffered from insomnia all night.The other party woke up in the middle of the night and was sitting. It was the first time Wen Yan saw him, and Ji Changan bent his spine.

He didn't say anything, but he also understood his fear.

The wheels of the wheelchair ran over fallen leaves before pushing into the nursing home. Ji Changan just appeared at the corner. He didn't seem to speed up his pace deliberately, but he still came to Wen Yan in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Ji Changan squatted in front of Wen Yan, looking at him at the same level, "Why are you here?"

Wen Yan looked at him, "I'm afraid you will run away with the money."

"run?"

"Yeah." Wen Yan lowered his eyes slightly, "After all, I only bought the car last week."

Luxury cars, the kind with millions of dollars.

Ji Changan bent his lips, "I'm not stupid, I have to rob the treasury even if I run."

Wen Yan raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils flickered, "Can I go home?"

"should…"

Before Ji Changan finished speaking, there was a scream from the corner of the corridor, and a nurse slumped on the ground and moved backwards...

"Dead... dead!!!!!!"

Ji Changan just calmly turned his head to take a look, then looked away, "You can go home."

Wen Yan's gaze also drifted there, his lips moved, then leaned forward, stretched out his hands to wrap around Ji Chang'an's neck, and clasped his arms tightly.

"Ji...Mr. Ji, you...your mother..." A nurse walked over with a pale face and trembling, "You, go and have a look..."

Ji Changan patted Wen Yan.After saying it was okay, she stood up, "I still have to deal with her funeral."

"I'll accompany you there."

Ji Changan paused, then shook his head, "No need." It's hard to say how his mother died with such a crazy temper.

Wen Yan reached out and grabbed Ji Changan's hand, his fingers were cold, Ji Changan looked down at him.

"Ji Changan, I will accompany you."

"... "

The Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, Ji Changan stood in a stalemate.

"I am the patron, listen to me."

Hearing this, Ji Changan sneered, and couldn't help raising his hand to poke the other person's forehead. He rarely did such an intimate and playful gesture, which made Wen Yan stunned after being slapped on the forehead.

"Okay." Ji Changan agreed, and he let the nurse who accompanied Wen Yan leave, walked behind and pushed into the wheelchair.

Before reaching the door of the room, he smelled the pungent smell of blood.

The rooms are open, and a group of nurses surround the outside, covering their eyes and talking, but they can't help but look at them. People are visual animals, and they are curious about dazzling things even if they are afraid.

For example, you are alone in one place, and you are extremely afraid of whether there is something dirty in a dark corner, but you still look there, trying to see if there is anything.

Almost when his eyes came into contact with the scene in the room, Ji Changan raised his hand to cover Wen Yan's eyes.

He looked indifferently into the room, Lan Qin was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the door, her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, her head was hanging stiffly on one side, her pale face was covered with blood, her throat was cut The blood clotted together and turned black. From a distance, it looked like the whole head had been taken off.

His skinny left hand had been cut countless times, and blood was plastered on the wall. Wen Yan, die!

After all, she knows how to kill people, she knows what Ji Changan is most afraid of, cursing Ji Changan to death is better than cursing Wen Yan to death.

The ground was covered with blood, which thickened into black and spread to the door.

Ji Changan pursed his lips, he didn't care about Lan Qin's venomous and terrifying eyes, what he cared about were those three words.

The hanging hand was clenched tightly, and the veins stood out.

If, if there is no one here, he might just dismember Lan Qin and throw it to the dogs!

"Ji Changan..." Wen Yan placed Ji Changan's hand covering his eyes, "I'm fine."

Ji Changan is trying his best to be patient, to be impulsive, to be a normal person.

He twisted the wheelchair violently, pushed it a few steps, then directly hugged Wen Yan, and strode away.

Regardless of everyone's pointing and pointing, he carried Wen Yan to the car they drove, put him on the back seat, closed the car door, and buried his head in the crook of his neck.

Wen Yan raised his chin and raised his head, Ji Changan's breath made him itchy.