I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

Relying on instinct, Lin Ci staggered all the way back to the hospital. He went straight to the ward next to Qin Nuan. He didn't realize until he was lying on the bed that this was the ward that Song Yan had prepared.

Lin Ci stared straight at the lamp on the ceiling, the light was warm and white, suddenly he burst into tears, the tears flowed down the end of his eyes and flowed directly into the pillow, soon soaking it all up.

Tang Kang won.

He had no way not to vent his anger, Qin Nuan's car accident, because Song Yan voluntarily applied for a drug test, so that he could face the whole incident from an objective perspective as much as possible.

He was tempted by Song Yan. He was moved by the fact that the arrogant Song Yan could put down his face for him and face his heart. He was willing to give Song Yan a chance, give himself a chance, and let the two of them move as they wished, but this relationship was still in its infancy. In the relationship, his parents were involved, and he didn't know how to face Song Yan now.

Facing the truth, he couldn't just grieve secretly, he was bound to bring Song Yan's mother to justice, what would Song Yan do?

Lin Ci fell asleep in a daze. He dreamed of his father for the first time. No matter what he said, his father just ignored him and turned away. He kept chasing after him in the dream, and kept chasing him. His father left without looking back.

Lin Ci fell into a coma, he felt his consciousness was in the sea, or in the fire, and the voice of calling his name was always heard in his ears.

It was Song Yan's voice, but he didn't have the strength to respond.

After struggling for a long time, he finally had the strength to open his eyes. Lin Ci found that his whole body was weak and his throat was dry and sore.

"Feeling better?" Song Yan sat on the edge of the bed, carefully helped Lin Ci up, and then picked up the honey water from the bedside table: "Drink something to moisten your throat?"

"What's wrong with me?" Lin Ci was taken aback, his voice was rough like sandpaper.

"You have a fever." Song Yan's eyes were bloodshot, he fed honey water to Lin Ci's mouth, and said softly, "It's neither cold nor hot, just right for the mouth."

Lin Ci moved uncomfortably. He leaned into Song Yan's arms and drank water from Song Yan's hand. This gesture was too intimate.

"I don't trust others to take care of you," Song Yan saw Lin Ci's discomfort, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and explained, "So, I came here in person."

Lin Ci looked at Song Yan and fell silent.

This was the Song Yan he had never seen before, with an unshaven beard and a tired face.

"Isn't it too ugly?" Song Yan stretched out his hand and touched his chin, his hand covered with stubble, he was a little embarrassed: "Isn't it handsome enough?"

"Still very handsome," Lin Ci pursed his lips: "There is a kind of wild handsome man."

"You said it," Song Yan put down the water glass, he frowned and laughed, "I'll take it as a compliment."

"How long have I had a fever?" Song Yan's appearance obviously could not have been created in a day, Lin Ci lifted his chin and signaled to the ward next door: "How is my brother?"

"You've had a high fever for three days, and you're dehydrated." Song Yan hugged Lin Ci in his arms. He lowered his head and touched Lin Ci's hair with his lips. He said in a hoarse voice, "Qin Nuan tested the medicine. The effect is good, the blood clot in the brain stem is shrinking, and the brain waves are also very active, George said, waking up is just around the corner."

Lin Ci leaned quietly in Song Yan's arms and didn't dodge, he suddenly couldn't bear it.feather.hope.casket.good.

Under Song Yan's efforts to maintain a calm appearance, he could feel that the other party's soul was crying. Perhaps his actions or words could make Song Yan collapse.

"I want to take a bath." Lin Ci had a high fever for three days. Even though Song Yan changed his clothes and wiped his body every day, he still felt uncomfortable. He turned his head sideways, stared at Song Yan's jaw line, and endured I couldn't help reaching out and stroking Song Yan's beard: "I feel uncomfortable all over."

"Have something to eat before you take a shower? The porridge will be delivered right away." Song Yan felt the cool temperature of Lin Ci's fingertips, his eyes were flushed, and he was grateful that Lin Ci woke up and didn't just tell him to leave. If he really told him to leave Well, he has no idea where he can go?

"Yeah." Lin Ci was not in good spirits, so he yawned.

"Are you finally awake?" Wang Yi knocked on the door. He opened the door, greeted Lin Ci first, then walked into the ward and put the thermos on the bedside table.

"Well, I'm awake." Lin Ci reached out and rubbed his face, trying to refresh himself.

Song Yan stood up, picked up a pillow, stuffed it behind Lin Ci, opened the thermos, and poured out the porridge.

"I'll go over there to guard Qin Nuan, you should rest well," Wang Yi glanced at Song Yan, he shook his head, and couldn't help but say, "If you don't subside your fever, Song Yan will go crazy."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Yan glared at Wang Yi, he turned his head and looked at Lin Ci, his tone was very light: "I'll feed you, okay?"

"I'm going blind." Wang Yi was directly stuffed with dog food, he pouted, walked out of the room, and closed the door thoughtfully.

Lin Ci wanted to refuse, he had a fever, and it wasn't that his hand was broken, but when he saw the sadness in Song Yan's eyes, he sighed and finally nodded.

"You just woke up," Song Yan scooped up a spoonful of green vegetable porridge, he carefully blew it cool, and brought it to Lin Ci's mouth: "I want to eat something easy to digest, and I'll have seafood porridge for you later."

"En." Lin Ci opened his mouth to swallow the porridge, and he replied vaguely.

One fed carefully, and the other ate seriously. Soon, Lin Ci ate up a big bowl of porridge.

"You rest for a while, and then take a bath." Song Yan naturally stretched out his thumb to wipe away the debris on Lin Ci's lips, then he stood up and took the porridge bowl away.

Lin Ci's face suddenly burned, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Song Yan turned his back, he couldn't stop feeling sad.

He didn't dare to mention the fire incident, and Lin Ci didn't mention it either, but this matter was so serious that he had to give Lin Ci an explanation, not only to Lin Ci, but also to give justice to the residents of Lutian Building .

Song Yan lowered his eyes, his dark eyes were full of coldness, he never thought that Zhao Xin, his mother, relying on her family background, what she did these years completely crossed the bottom line of being a human being.

"Shall I take a bath with you?" Song Yan quickly prepared Lin Ci's change of clothes. He frowned and said worriedly, "You're lying about now, I'm a little worried."

"Your talent is false." Lin Ci glanced at Song Yan lightly, and he pursed his lips: "I am not false."

"I'm not false," Song Yan said casually, "Don't you know?"

Song Yan was startled by the ambiguity in his words, and his voice became softer as he spoke later, his face suddenly turned red, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason.

"I promise," Song Yan coughed lightly twice as a cover-up: "Only take a bath, never move your hands or feet."

"I don't need it." Lin Ci rolled his eyes. Based on his understanding of Song Yan, the other party was absolutely unreliable in such matters.

"Then I'll watch you at the door." Song Yan took a step back.

"Yeah." Lin Ci bent his lips, and he slowly rolled over and got out of bed, probably because of the porridge, but he wasn't as limp as he imagined.

Song Yan followed Lin Ci until Lin Ci mercilessly drove Song Yan out of the bathroom.

Until there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, Song Yan leaned against the wall, his brows were full of coldness, and he took out his mobile phone.

Song Yan: [Zuo Linsong, help me inquire about all the projects between Mr. Song and Mrs. Zhou, as well as their private accounts. 】

Zuo Linsong: [Have you thought about it? 】

Song Yan: [Yes, think it over, the media you arranged the day before yesterday, is there any problem? 】

Zuo Linsong: [It has been arranged, you can contact me at any time, by the way, I will mail you what you want. 】

Song Yan: [Thank you. 】

Song Yan stuffed his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, raised his head slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He got the document that Lin Ci read from Wang Hao. After being shocked, he had more questions.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Song Yan came back to his senses, he stood up straight: "I can blow your hair for you."

Lin Ci's slightly cold voice came out: "No need."

Song Yan pursed his lips and laughed silently. He knew that this was the calm before the storm, and he cherished every minute and every second he could spend with Lin Ci.

"What are you doing standing here?" Lin Ci was full of moisture, and as soon as he opened the door, he looked at Song Yan who was standing at the door. He said, "Go take a shower and clean yourself up."

"Didn't you say that you are handsome and full of wildness?" Song Yan lowered his head and muttered, "I guess you don't dislike me."

"It's not disgusting, it's the beard piercing." Lin Ci reached out and touched Song Yan's chin. He straightened his face: "Stop talking nonsense, go quickly."

Song Yan watched Lin Ci sitting on Shaofa, he put warm water on the coffee table, and then obediently walked into the bathroom.

Lin Ci sat down, and he touched the phone. Sure enough, there were a lot of missed calls on the phone, and there were also a lot of WeChat messages, not only from Wang Hao, but also from Tang Kang.

Lin Ci didn't read the news, he directly dialed Wang Hao's number.

"Lin Ci," after the call was connected, Wang Hao's voice was full of apology: "How do you feel now?"

"I'm fine," Lin Ci rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Where are you now?"

"I went to see you the day before yesterday. You had a high fever." Wang Hao's voice paused, and his tone was low: "Song Yan is taking care of you with all his heart. I can't help you either, so I went back to China directly."

Wang Hao pondered for a while whether he had told Lin Ci the truth. He had something to deal with when he returned home, and he didn't intend to tell Lin Ci. When he saw Song Yan hugging Lin Ci and crying heartbreakingly, when Song Yan The moment he firmly told him that he would seek justice for all innocent people, his heart softened. He forwarded the information Tang Kang sent to him to Song Yan, and returned to China with Song Yan's mission.

"What business did Tang Kang introduce?" Lin Ci tentatively asked, "Does it need to be permanently stationed in country A?"

"I pushed it, but I didn't answer it." Wang Hao smiled wryly. If he couldn't understand Tang Kang's thoughts, he really had a negative IQ.

"That's good." Lin Ci was relieved now. Regarding Tang Kang, he really didn't want to understand where the other party's obsession came from. The best way is to stop the intersection.

"You are responsible for taking good care of your body." Wang Hao squeezed the phone tightly, and he comforted dryly, "Don't think about anything now. We will discuss it together when you are in good health."

"Okay." Lin Ci responded, but there was a self-deprecating smile on his face, how could he not want to?

After the two hung up the phone, Lin Ci raised his eyes, only to realize that Song Yan was standing by the wall, staring at him for some time.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Ci glanced at Song Yan, he rolled onto the bed, patted the empty seat on the bed, and pursed his lips: "Come here, sleep with me for a while."

Song Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then surprise flashed in his eyes. He was afraid that Lin Ci would repent, so he jumped onto the bed and lay down on the bed obediently.

Lin Ci took the initiative to wrap his arms around Song Yan's waist. He closed his eyes and warned in a low voice, "Sleep is a noun, not a verb. Be more honest."

Song Yan curled his lips into a smile. He relaxed his body and stretched out his arms to embrace Lin Ci. He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he was overwhelmed by overwhelming exhaustion in an instant, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Lin Ci heard the sound of steady breathing coming from his ears, he stood up slightly, and looked at Song Yan's sleeping face seriously.

Even in sleep, Song Yan's brows were tightly frowned.

Lin Ci bit his lip, and reached out to touch Song Yan's eyelashes. The long and dense eyelashes brushed lightly in the palm of his hand, feeling a little itchy. Caressing Song Yan's side face one after another, there was deep affection in his eyes that he didn't know.

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