Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

After sleeping for the whole afternoon, when Xin Tang got up from the bed, he felt that his bones were going to be crisp.

Not to mention Ying Huan, who was still ill, unable to exert all his strength, and couldn't get up after struggling for a long time.

Xin Tang thought it was a bit funny, especially when he found out that he could push the current Ying Huan back to the bed with one hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious: "I didn't expect that you have today."

Ying Huan's fever has subsided a little, but her mind is not fully awake.

He looked at Xintang inexplicably, his misty eyes seemed a little aggrieved.

"Tangtang..." Ying Huan called out Xintang's name in a low voice, his mouth only opened a little, and his voice sounded pathetic and sticky.

Xin Tang inexplicably had the illusion of bullying a child.

No, don't be fooled by appearances!

The illness is only temporary, he should seize this opportunity!

Thinking of Ying Huan's appearance when he was sober, Xin Tang grew out of his guts and squeezed Ying Huan's face, "Don't call me Tang Tang, we are already married, should you call my husband to know?"

Ying Huan didn't know how to pull Xintang's hand away, and just looked at him stubbornly: "You are Tangtang."

"Husband is a more intimate title than Tangtang."

"You are Tangtang."

"I am your husband."

"Tangtang!"

Xin Tang: "..."

He realized that if there are different types of fools, Ying Huan should belong to the single-minded type, completely immersed in his own world.

If it coincides with his will, then he is easy to deceive; if it does not conform to his will, then I am sorry, saying anything is useless.

Forget it, let it go.

Xin Tang let go of Ying Huan and stood up, "Forget it, you can play by yourself, I'll prepare dinner."

His behavior, to be precise, should be called letting go of the sick Ying Huan, but the unresponsive Ying Huan obviously misunderstood his meaning.

When Xin Tang stood up and was about to leave, Ying Huan suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Don't go."

Xin Tang kept a straight face on purpose: "Why didn't you leave? You didn't listen to me."

"Don't go."

"Don't you want me to go?"

Ying Huan frowned and said nothing.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your default. You don't want me to go, but it's up to me to decide whether to go or not. What you can do is change my decision in other ways, do you understand?"

Ying Huan still didn't speak, but the way he looked at Xin Tang changed.

It seems that there is an implicit...expectation?

"Do you want to know how to change my mind? Why don't you speak? I can't understand every look in your eyes."

Ying Huan: "Speak."

Xin Tang: "???"

Forget it, he doesn't care about fools.

Xin Tang went over what Ying Huan said carefully, and finally found something wrong.

Ever since Ying Huan became ill, the subject of his speech was almost not himself. Whenever Xin Tang asked questions with Ying Huan as the subject, Ying Huan would remain silent and only express his meaning with his eyes or movements.

Why can't you speak with yourself as the subject?Is it related to the past again?

Thinking of this, Xin Tang suddenly lost the desire to continue teasing Ying Huan, and said, "You don't understand, I can teach you, first of all, call my husband and let me listen?"

He reckoned that it was impossible for Ying Huan to really open his mouth, so he just said that casually, only waiting for Ying Huan to reject him so that he could leave openly.

Ying Huan really didn't open his mouth, but he didn't let go either, and kept staring at Xintang with that silly look.

Just when Xin Tang got impatient and wanted to push Ying Huan back to the bed, Ying Huan opened her lips and called out vaguely, "Husband."

After all, he felt a little embarrassed, looked at Xintang expectantly, and added in a low voice: "Tangtang..." as if expecting Xintang's praise.

Xin Tang's eyes almost turned red.

He couldn't stand Ying Huan's face at all, normally Ying Huan's aura could suppress his glamorous appearance, and he could still barely control the heart of an old woman.

But now Ying Huan made a harmless and even expectant expression, only making his face more beautiful and innocent, he couldn't help it!

no!Ying Huan is a fool now, his mind may not be of age, he can't do such a beastly thing!

Xin Tang struggled to close his eyes, "Okay...but I'm hungry and I want to go down to eat, why don't you work hard and get up to accompany me?"

Ying Huan grabbed Xin Tang's hand instead, and although he didn't speak, it was obvious that he wanted to stay with Xin Tang.

For the sake of being so obedient, Xin Tang, who originally only planned to warm up the leftovers at noon, changed his mind and devoted himself to tearing a piece of sauerkraut to make noodles. The taste is still very good.

A pot of noodles, two people finished eating separately.

Afterwards, Xin Tang poured water to find medicine, stared at Ying Huan and ate it.

He also thought about whether to let Ying Huan take the medicine for treating personality disorder, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. After all, he didn't know how many of those medicines were suitable, so don't accidentally take it and cause trouble.

After taking the medicine, Ying Huan became a little drowsy again, but Xin Tang was not sick and had slept all afternoon, and now she doesn't feel sleepy at all.

Ying Huan couldn't do without Xin Tang, she would rather sit on the sofa and doze off than go to sleep alone.

Xin Tangxin said, then watch a movie, and whether he is sleepy or not, he will go to sleep with Ying Huan.

Xin Tang, who had been choosing a movie for a long time, hadn't decided what to watch. Those cover posters looked boring.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Ying Huan, who was sleepy to death and trying to keep his eyes open, and Xin Tang suddenly had an idea—the last time Ying Huan watched "La La Land", it can be said that there was no fluctuation at all. I don't know if it will be exposed now other emotions.

Xin Tang simply found "La La Land", planning to watch it again with Ying Huan.

After all, it was a movie I had seen once, no matter how good it was, it would be boring. Xin Tang took the time to observe Ying Huan's reaction, but saw Ying Huan staring at him directly, and didn't watch the movie at all.

"I let you watch a movie, why are you staring at me?" Xin Tang was a little speechless.

"It looks good." Ying Huan replied obediently.

"I look good?"

"nice."

"Don't you know? You are the prettiest. When I am with you, the most is green leaves and flowers."

Ying Huan pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Do you really know what it means to look good?"

"Tangtang."

Xintang was stunned for a while before realizing that Ying Huan suddenly mentioned the word "Tangtang" in answer to his question "What is good-looking".

"No, I'm not good-looking, but you are."

Ying Huan, who was not clear-headed, was extremely stubborn: "Tangtang."

He still stubbornly thinks that Xin Tang is good-looking, but Xin Tang doesn't understand, just like he can't understand why Ying Huan doesn't like his own face, which is obviously very good-looking.

Xin Tang touched Ying Huan's eyebrows, which were higher than most people's, making her eyes look deeper, especially when she had a cold face, her eyes would be immersed in the shadows, and the pressure was very strong.

After a while, he asked, "Do you not like your face? Why?"

Ying Huan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly tilted her head, buried her face in Xin Tang's palm, and refused to talk about this question.

Xin Tang also wanted to take this opportunity to ask for a result, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly felt a little wet on his palm.

Ying Huan... crying?

Xin Tang was a little flustered, and hurriedly hugged Ying Huan and comforted him softly, "Don't be sad, I won't ask any more, you don't want to talk, I won't ask any more, okay?"

He only knew that Ying Huan didn't seem to like his own face, but he didn't think that the reason behind it was that Ying Huan felt painful.

Ying Huan hugged Xin Tang back, getting tighter and tighter.

After a while, Ying Huan's trembling body returned to calm, and he uttered a name in a hoarse voice: "An Xiaofei."

"An Xiaofei? Who is it?"

Ying Huan shook her head, her tone was low, "I don't like it."

The subject of this "dislike" is definitely not Ying Huan, nor him, so the only possibility is An Xiaofei that Ying Huan mentioned.

Because An Xiaofei didn't like it, so he didn't like his own face?

"Who is An Xiaofei?"

After waiting for Ying Huan to answer for a long time, Xin Tang asked urgently again.

Ying Huan didn't speak, and didn't even react at all.

After being silent for a minute or two, Xin Tang thought that Ying Huan was crying again, so he gently pushed him away, only to find that he was not crying, but fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Xin Tang: "..."

Xin Tang exhaled silently, turned off the TV and carried Ying Huan upstairs.

Without Ying Huan's deliberate resistance, it was not difficult to carry him upstairs, but he was somewhat out of breath.

Xin Tang was tired, so he simply lay down on the bed with the tablet in his arms, leaving a small desk lamp to watch the short videos.

It's just that during this time, only he knows how many times he was distracted thinking about An Xiaofei.

After twelve o'clock, the tablet had run out of battery, but Xin Tang still didn't feel sleepy.

Xin Tang forced himself to turn off the tablet and close his eyes to sleep, but the strange name of An Xiaofei stuck in his heart, making it difficult for him to fall asleep peacefully.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Xin Tang still sat up irritatedly, and decided to go downstairs to fetch the tablet's charger.

He couldn't fall asleep, and it was pointless to keep waking up with his eyes closed.

Xin Tang stood by the socket, wanting to wait for the tablet to turn on before going upstairs, because there was a vibration when it was turned on, and he was afraid of waking Ying Huan up.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, he suddenly heard a muffled sound of a heavy object falling from upstairs.

Xin Tang hesitated for a moment, glanced at the boot animation that was about to end, but didn't move.

Soon, the boot animation ended, showing that it was already 0:36, almost at the same time, Xin Tang heard a painful roar from upstairs: "Xin Tang!!!"

Xin Tang shook his hand and nearly hit the tablet on the ground.

An indescribable fear welled up in his heart, making him want to run subconsciously.

But he didn't know what the source of this fear was, so he stood there without moving. Soon, Ying Huan staggered to the stairs, leaning on the handrail, staring at the door with deep eyes.

The light in the corridor came from behind, half of Ying Huan's face was immersed in the shadows, his gaze from top to bottom looked like a vulture hovering in the air and staring at its prey, vicious and terrifying.

There was nothing at the door, but he looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he lowered his head and laughed. The hoarse and strange-toned laughter made the atmosphere of the whole house anxious and depressed.