Kanto Fengyue

After a symbolic dance or two with Miss Celebrity, he left.

The air at the dance party was too hot, Han Jianfeng really didn't like this kind of hilarious occasion, not to mention that He Yaoting had already left the venue, so he didn't need to stare at it rigidly, a few apprentices under him were enough to control the venue .

Han Jianfeng unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, loosened the collar, and prepared to go to the garden for some fresh air.He casually took out a cigarette and lit it. It had been a long time since he had smoked a cigarette. He had been busy with high pressure for several days without sleep. At this time, he needed to relax mentally.

In the outdoor garden, there was a figure swaying in the shadow of rose bushes. Han Jianfeng hesitated for a moment, but it was too late when he was about to turn around and leave.The man suddenly turned around, with thick long eyelashes raised slightly, and a pair of phoenix eyes showing some vigilant and cunning cold light: "Who are you?" This man is the youngest son of the Liang family——Liang Jiqiu.

The fourth young master of the Liang family was a beautiful person, with a tall and straight figure and handsome features, with the arrogance and arrogance unique to the youngest son of a famous family.He lives an indulgent life, spends money lavishly, and loves to chase after flowers and butterflies on weekdays. He is a standard romantic man, a person who is as big as a flower.

Han Jianfeng's peach-blossom eyes were full of intoxicating glances, but there was an indulgent evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "I am a down-and-out wandering poet." The voice was full of evil and tenderness.

The shadow of the moon was mottled, and the half-dark afterglow spread around him, casting a layer of silver on the loose-collared shirt.Han Jianfeng's hair is slightly messy, like a fallen angel, full of evil and sweet allure.

Han Jianfeng recognized him naturally, and felt that Liang Jiqiu naturally recognized himself, so he made a small, harmless joke with him.

Liang Jiqiu snorted coldly: "Stop fooling others with such sour words, Han Jianfeng, what are you doing here if you don't show off your glory at the ball?" The man with the title of a handsome man was somewhat unconvinced.When I saw her today, I had to try my best to hide the envy in my eyes.

There are not few people with good looks in this world. Han Jianfeng's gestures and gestures are full of romantic and unrestrained men, accompanied by a gentle and refined, bold and gentle temperament. The two extreme temperaments are naturally perfectly combined in him. Everything formed a soul-stirring attraction, making it difficult for people to take their eyes off him.

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "In fact, I don't like to be lively and I like to be deserted." Wei Wei sighed slightly, "The more noisy the place, the easier it is for people to feel bored, don't you think?"

Liang Jiqiu looked at his handsome side face with sharp edges and corners under the moonlight, his eyes were bright.

Han Jianfeng suddenly raised his eyes, his warm and moist pupils met the light in Liang Jiqiu's eyes, and their eyes met.The gentle and jade-like face, the bohemian smile, and the mysterious and unpredictable expression, are all so depraved, with a fatal charm like slow poison.

For such a short moment, a meeting that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, to Liang Jiqiu, it was a legend that people couldn't extricate themselves from.

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☆, the end of the cold war

He Yaoting stood at the door of Zhang Yaoyun's earthen wall courtyard, wiped his eyes lightly with his arm, and looked up at the strands of clouds in the sky.Turning around and whispering to the shadow, "Xiao Wu, find a place to rest first. Come and pick me up at night." I smiled wryly in my heart, Zhang Yaoyun has a very weird temper, he never liked Feng Wu , or don't deliberately let Feng Wu appear in front of him, causing each other's displeasure.

A small slender shadow under the shadow of the tree swayed for a while, and then melted into the warm and soft sunlight.

The spring in the north is as short as a rabbit's tail, and the weather in early summer is about to heat up, and even thicker shirts can't be worn.The sun is fine, infinitely bright, and it is a good season for flowers and willows.

In the past few days, He Yaoting either personally brought rich gifts to visit Jin Jiayuan's mansion, or accompanied Mr. Jin to the Sino-Russian trade scenic spot as a guide. He was so busy and exhausted.

Naturally, Han Jianfeng couldn't hide, and ran forward and back diligently and enthusiastically, trying his best to make Marshal Jin happy.

Of course, the beautiful sister He Shelley will also accompany her. She is proficient in Japanese and Russian and is the perfect candidate for the reception job.

Jin Jiayuan is now the object of two prominent families in North Manchuria - the He family and the Liang family vying for each other, if he favors whoever is more, it will be a matter of life and death.

In the past, although Kong She had selfish intentions, she managed her subordinates with extraordinary skills.In the He family at this time, after He Yaoqing passed away, Kong She was missing, and there were not many truly capable people.

As far as the direct surname He is concerned, besides He Yaoting himself, there is only one trash He Yaolin left.As for the rival Liang family, starting with the boss Liang Boyu, Liang A, Liang B, Liang C, and Liang D are all alive.In terms of the number of family members alone, it is twice as large as the He family.

He Yaoting supported the family business with his sickly body. Seeing that the He family was going downhill, he naturally had to do his best to deal with it, and he did not dare to slack off at all.Because he knew that Liang Boyu was also trying his best to flatter Marshal Jin, almost to the point of racing against He Yaoting.

He Yaoting, Han Jianfeng, and He Shelley accompanied Jin Jiayuan to the department store all morning. Mr. Jin bought several expensive jewelry for He Shelley. At this time, he was far more interested in Her Shelley than In addition, in the afternoon, he was excited to take her to the concert, which seemed to be fascinated by this smart and sensible lady.

He Yaoting saw that Shelley quickly entered the role, and there was no need to stand in the middle as a light bulb.After a few days of banquets and celebrations, he had had enough of playing games.At this time, I just want to find a comfortable place and eat a bowl of fried rice with eggs.For some reason, he was unwell, leaving Han Jianfeng alone to take care of them for the time being, and then left them.

Jin Jiayuan only cared about He Xuelai with all his heart, and only cared a few words politely, without any intention of keeping her.

It was a Sunday afternoon, He Yaoting pushed open the courtyard door, and saw Zhang Yaoyun squatting in front of the stove, poking the fire in the stove with a stove hook, making his face ashen and his head covered with shards of carbon slag crumbs.

He Yaoting frowned, thinking to himself, the good mansion of He didn't wait, and he ran to this kind of place to suffer this foreign crime.Zhang Yaoyun really didn't understand what was going on in his heart.

Seeing someone coming in, Zhang Yaoyun stood up straight in surprise, looked at He Yaoting in a daze and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Why, can't I come?" He Yaoting raised his eyebrows and asked, he was originally uncomfortable, but now he saw the charcoal ashes on the tip of Zhang Yaoyun's white nose, and he couldn't help laughing out.

Zhang Yaoyun was stunned, and subconsciously wiped his face, but the result became darker and darker, half of his face was stained with ink, coupled with his slender eyes half-squinted in the sun, it was very beautiful. Like a little cat just waking up from a nap.A tall and big person, with this cute look, the contrast between the two is very joyful.

Looking at his funny and cute face, He Yaoting couldn't help it, almost burst out laughing.

Zhang Yaoyun was also awkward at first, but seeing He Yaoting's happy smile, which seemed to be peerless, he suddenly lost his composure and started to smile.

This is the first time the two have met without a tense confrontation after the Cold War in the past month.

He Yaoting saw Zhang Yaoyun smiling at him, but couldn't help but suppressed the happy expression on his face, glanced into the room, and said casually: "I've been standing here for a long time, and my brother-in-law didn't even invite me into the room. Do you want to sit down?"

Zhang Yaoyun was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his body to the side. He Yaoting saw the plane's long legs stretched out, stepped into the room with one step, found a chair very bluntly, and sat down squarely.

Zhang Yaoyun hurriedly washed his face in the washbasin, and simply wiped it with a towel, and instantly restored his usual fair and gentle appearance.Putting down the towel, he looked at the other party's big black eyes: "What did you call me just now?"

"Brother-in-law," He Yaoting raised his eyebrows, and looked up at Zhang Yaoyun calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Calling me like that all of a sudden, nothing good will happen." Zhang Yaoyun frowned slightly, muttered something to himself, and looked directly at He Yaoting: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

He Yaoting sneered: "Xiaoxue was teased by her classmates at school for not having a mother. I called you brother-in-law for the sake of looking after the children. By the way, Xiaoxue has a half-day class tomorrow. I will send a driver to pick him up from school and send him directly to you." Here. He won the No.1 in the school's math competition last week, and he must be very eager to let you know."

Is this a concession or a peace?He just found a step down for himself in such a grand manner, taking it for granted, without any consideration for the other party's feelings.Zhang Yaoyun knew him too well, if He Yaoting said this, he was unilaterally announcing the end of the Cold War, and wanted to have a slow relationship with Zhang Yaoyun.

"Thank you," Zhang Yaoyun said coldly, "Do you have nothing else to do?"

He Yaoting raised a pair of bright eyes, and hooked the corners of his lips to Zhang Yaoyun: "Yes, I'm hungry, you go and make me a bowl of egg fried rice." The tone should be reasonable.

Zhang Yaoyun was startled, and blurted out, "What?"

He Yaoting became impatient and repeated: "I said I want fried rice with eggs!"

Zhang Yaoyun didn't want to mess with him, so he refused bluntly: "There is a restaurant outside, and you have a cook at home, why did you come to my house and ask me to cook for you?" After a pause, he smiled: "Besides, you don't think I did it. The food is unpalatable."

He Yaoting replied without hesitation: "I want to eat it if it tastes bad, and I want it now. If you don't make it, I won't leave. From then on, I will go on a hunger strike and starve to death."

Zhang Yaoyun smiled and folded his arms: "You're playing a rogue with me, right? I don't believe you can really starve to death."

He Yaoting Erlang turned his legs up, and simply got up with him, "My sister asked you to take good care of me before she died. If she knew that you made me starve and abused me, Izumi Yuchi will definitely not be able to rest in peace."

Zhang Yaoyun turned around and set a pot on the stove to cook, then picked up a kitchen knife: "How dare I abuse you," sighed while chopping green onions: "Forget it, wait, I'll make it for you. "

A series of actions such as beating eggs, heating oil, cooking, and frying rice are done in one go.

After the egg fried rice was ready, Zhang Yaoyun put the fine porcelain rice bowl on the table heavily, and called He Yaoting to come over for dinner: "I didn't accumulate virtue in my previous life, so I will be bullied by you in this life."

He Yaoting picked up his chopsticks and muttered, "Who would bully you? People who are as boring as gourds, what's the fun in bullying." Then he stared at a bowl of rice with a grimace, half soft and not hard. The eggs were half cooked, similar to egg paste After posting things, I was stunned for a long time, "Is this egg fried rice splashed with sulfuric acid?" He laughed to himself: "I'm so cheap, I have nothing to do, I'm looking for abuse."

With the determination to die, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.Sure enough, Zhang Yaoyun's cooking was as unpalatable as ever.Looking up at the gentle and quiet eyebrows of the other party, I only felt that the pair of red phoenix eyes hanging from the tip of the eyes were extremely charming in the lazy light and shadow of the afternoon, and felt safe and comfortable in my heart, and unconsciously let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing that he was suffering unbearably, Zhang Yaoyun raised his hand and snatched his job: "Don't eat if it's unpalatable."

He Yaoting immediately snatched it over, stubbornly: "No, I said, I have to eat even if it tastes bad. Pay me back!"

Zhang Yaoyun snorted coldly: "Eat it even if it's unpalatable."

He Yaoting said firmly, "Yes."

Zhang Yaoyun ignored him, and suddenly remembered something, got up and picked up the drama ticket on the desk, and handed it to He Yaoting: "I have a student who wants to perform a drama before graduation, and he gave me two tickets, let me go Come on. If you have nothing to do on Sunday night, come and see it with me."

He Yaoting put down his job, picked up the drama ticket and looked at it, and laughed out loud: "People always take their girlfriends to the movies, how can anyone take their brother-in-law to watch a drama."

Zhang Yaoyun laughed a few times in embarrassment: "That's right, forget it, I can go alone."

He Yaoting almost smiled: "Sunday at six o'clock in the evening, the auditorium of the China-Russia Institute of Technology" got up and put the drama in his pocket, and smiled coldly: "I will definitely go if I have nothing to do."

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☆、Purple flower hen

The bright light of the spotlights gathered on the stage of the auditorium, and the actors on the stage were also very vividly illuminated by the bright golden light. Against the background of the starry stars on the stage, Shakespeare's plays were staged.

When Juliet stood on the balcony and called out, "Romeo, Romeo. Why are you Romeo?", Zhang Yaoyun was slightly startled by a slight cool wind and turned his head away subconsciously. Look, she said in surprise, "You're here." There was some sparkling light in the phoenix's eyes.

He Yaoting sat down beside him, put his slender, white index finger on his lips, and made an elegant 'shush' softly.

"How did you come here?" Zhang Yaoyun lowered his voice and asked softly.

"You didn't invite me here?" He Yaoting's voice was very cold and soft, with an indifferent attitude. "I just happen to be free tonight."

Before the actors all had their curtain call, He Yaoting walked out of the auditorium in the dark.

At the corner of the dark and narrow corridor, I met an actress in full costume, wearing a European-style dress embroidered with violets. At a glance, it was obvious that she was an eternal classic role.

He Yaoting took a step back subconsciously, the beauty mole in the corner of the girl's eyes was lively and eager to try.

Both of them widened their eyes at the same time, "It's you!"

"It's you!"

"You little thief!" Miss Violet Beauty Mole blurted out aggressively.

He Yaoting glanced at her coldly and arrogantly: "Ms. Matchmaker, you must be authentic when speaking, and don't slander others for no reason."

"How do you talk, who is the matchmaker!" The girl's almond eyes widened, and her willow eyebrows stood upright.

"Your Excellency has a matchmaker mole, and match it with matchmaker clothes," He Yaoting sneered, and continued to tease in a leisurely tone: "I think it would be most appropriate to just give a big cigarette pouch."

The girl became angry, and she raised the corner of her skirt and rushed forward: "You bastard with a bad mouth, you only bully girls."

He Yaoting glanced aside neatly: "There is no such barbaric girl as you."

"What are you doing?" The two stopped and looked at Zhang Yaoyun in unison.

"Teacher Zhang?" Yan Hanlin was slightly taken aback, and then poked He Yaoting's direction with his slender fingertips: "This little thief stole my wallet and called me a matchmaker."

Zhang Yaoyun took a step forward, and in order to prevent the two from continuing to fight, he immediately gave them a brief introduction to each other.He smiled at Yan Hanlin with a little embarrassment: "Miss Yan, I'm afraid you have misunderstood the person. He is my brother-in-law, He Yaoting." Facing He Yaoting seriously, he said, "Yao Ting, this is my student. Yan Hanlin."

He Yaoting snorted disdainfully and said, "Why are your students so barbaric?"

Yan Hanlin was so angry that he jumped his feet, raised his voice and yelled: "Your surname is He, what are you talking about!"

He Yaoting smiled coldly: "I said, how can a barbaric woman like you get married in the future."

Yan Hanlin's face was flushed with anger, and regardless of Zhang Yaoyun standing aside, he slapped He Yaoting down: "You want a beating!"

Zhang Yaoyun hastily raised two fingers, one of Yan Hanlin's wrists, and frowned at He Yaoting: "Yao Ting, don't say a few words. You are a big man, can't you be a little graceful, let Miss Yan?"

He Yaoting snorted coldly: "Miss Yan is eloquent and well-informed, and the matchmaker mole on her face is a living sign. She is used to turning right and wrong into black and white, and she will never suffer. What can I give to others?"

Zhang Yaoyun was almost irritated by He Yaoting's vicious mouth, barely suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice: "Miss Yan is a girl after all, if you accompany her, she will calm down."

He Yaoting shrugged his shoulders, stared at Zhang Yaoyun with his big black eyes, and raised the end of his eyes and said casually: "I should apologize to her, why?"

Zhang Yaoyun secretly gritted his teeth, word by word, and persuaded in a low voice with a little difficulty: "Take it as a face for me, don't teach me to embarrass me in front of the students."

He Yaoting sneered: "Do I make you feel ashamed?"

Zhang Yaoyun frowned: "Yao Ting, you know that's not what I meant."

He Yaoting raised his hands behind his back, clasped his fists, and nodded slightly: "Miss Yan, I offended you just now, but I have no grace. Miss Yan has a lot of people, so she won't care about me, right?" Eyelashes thick The end of his eyes slightly raised and flickered twice, skillfully covering up the sly and mocking light in his eyes.

Yan Hanlin was a little dazed by his sudden politeness, and felt a little dazed looking at his dazzling eyes.After being in a trance, he raised the tip of his nose arrogantly, and snorted softly: "Forget it, forget it, I'm not a narrow-minded person, forgive you."

He Yaoting sneered coldly and softly: "Miss Yan is really magnanimous." He Yaoting slowly approached her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and drew a smile that turned all beings upside down. It was very familiar to him, even the evil meaning had been deeply engraved into his brain - another malicious smile.

Zhang Yaoyun was almost certain that Yan Hanlin had offended his brother-in-law solidly.

He Yaoting asked politely: "Yan, Han, Lin... the Hanlin of the Hanlin Bachelor?"

Yan Hanlin nodded and replied, "Yes."

He Yaoting lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head suddenly, with a sculpted face and a gentle and indifferent expression at the moment, under the dim light in the corridor outside the auditorium, the moon god Sumo was as lonely, gorgeous and handsome: "Oh? The Yan? Or the flirtatious words?" No matter how gentle and handsome the speaker is, these words are indeed not good words, no matter what Yan's surname is, they cannot escape being ridiculed.

Now that the weather is hot, He Yaoting is only wearing a short-sleeved shirt with light-colored dark plaid, and a thin pen is inserted in the pocket under the collar. It fit perfectly on the same straight and slender legs.Dressed in a bookish atmosphere, he almost looks like a college student.Scattered black short hair hangs casually beside the ears, making the snow-like skin more fair and delicate, and the big black eyes are as deep as a cold pool, as if they can inhale the soul of a person, and radiate a wisp of light in the hot summer. Cool.

His appearance is so handsome, and his attitude is so sincere and gentle, people will immediately ignore the rudeness in his words.

Yan Hanlin looked up at him slightly, stunned for a few seconds, and replied blankly after recovering: "Yan, Lord Yan." He looked away, blushing could be suppressed, eyes could be forced not to look at him, But the rapid heartbeat was unstoppable.

He Yaoting, it would be great if he was always so polite, gentle and kind.

He Yaoting slightly turned his body to the side, distanced himself slightly from Yan Hanlin, and seemed to draw closer to Zhang Yaoyun, looked at the two with a half-smile, and said softly: "Yan Wangye The Yan? The Hanlin of the Hanlin Bachelor. Your father gave you such a domineering and mighty name, isn't it afraid that Miss Yan will be too evil, and will you be Kefu in the future?"

Zhang Yaoyun sighed softly, He Yaoting is indeed a person who has no interests and will never give in, even when facing a girl, even if it is only verbally, he is tit for tat and will never suffer.

Therefore, He Yaoting is not only an unmannered person, but also a villain who will take revenge, but this villain wears a hypocritical mask of indifference, detachment and gentleness.

"You..." Yan Hanlin stayed on the spot, the blood in his body was almost flowing backwards, and before he could get angry, a trace of cold air shot up his back.She stared at a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and wanted to stab her back, but she couldn't find any suitable words for a while, and she was so annoyed that she was at a loss. She felt that she was like a frantic flower hen at the moment, ugly and ugly. ridiculous.

He Yaoting glanced proudly at Zhang Yaoyun, bowed slightly, and said goodbye politely: "I still have something to do, let's take a step first. Ms. Yan, I will see you again in the future." When she raised her head , with a half-smile at the end of his eyes, he glanced at the two people opposite him.

Ms. Yan, who was dressed in purple flower embroidery, had no chance to win back the quarrel, so she just stared at a pair of beautiful big eyes and watched He Yaoting walk away gracefully from the back.

He Yaoting walked relaxedly on the asphalt road by the river, walking so comfortably, the evening wind blows away the coolness, intoxicating, almost humming a ditty.

The benches on the bank of the river were full of couples of young lovers, and some women took their children out to enjoy the cool air. In the dim night, He Yaoting was walking on the street, surrounded by people coming and going, bustling.

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☆, encountered a night attack

Just in summer, there were actually two heavy rainstorms, and the river swelled so high that it was almost overflowing the river bank at the height of two or three steps from the embankment.

He Yaoting was walking, but instinctively felt that the wind was not right in his ears, and then saw that there seemed to be a figure shaking in the shadow of the trees beside the road, he immediately became vigilant, thinking, he was negligent today, he should really let Feng Wu accompany him.

He Yaoting quickened his pace, subconsciously touched the pistol hidden in his pocket, and kept scanning the shadows of trees on both sides of the road from the corner of his eyes.The sneaky figure behind the tree eagerly moved around, and He Yaoting walked briskly and moved swiftly. While walking, he quietly searched for opportunities to cover himself in the crowd.

The dim lights of the orange street lamps projected on the road indifferently, making the scenery in front of us mottled and unpredictable.

Suddenly a figure jumped out from the opposite side of the road and ran towards him. He Yaoting casually pulled a piece of clothing on the bench and hung it on his arm, and quickly hid the pistol under the clothing, but the person came closer to him, He lowered his voice and hissed: "Yao Ting, go quickly." His ears were very sharp, and he immediately recognized Zhang Yaoyun's voice.

As soon as the words stopped, there was a bright knife light flickering behind the tree shadow, mixed with the sound of clattering metal.A rickshaw happened to pass by He Yaoting, He Yaoting subconsciously dodged, the driver hit him in front of him, and his head burst into blood in an instant.

Immediately, He Yaoting glanced obliquely forward instinctively, and suddenly saw the figure holding the pistol swaying and fell to the ground.He Yaoting knew that the shot that hit the coachman on the head just now was aimed at him, and he intuitively thought that it was not a fluke, but that someone secretly saved him—it was Feng Wu.

Although Feng Wu is a servant, he is the last guarantee of his life.He Yaoting felt that Xiao Wu would definitely hide in the dark, ready to save his life or fight for him at any time.But he didn't have time to think about it, his body reacted much faster than his brain, he was dragged by Zhang Yaoyun's arm, and ran quickly after him.

He Yao ran like a hurricane, his eyes swept across a shiny bald head, and he immediately recognized that person as Liang Boyu's bodyguard, Xie Xiaodao.As expected, the enemy came prepared, he and Zhang Yaoyun were outnumbered, and at this time, running away quickly was the best strategy.

With the gunshot, the woman's screams exploded around her.

Zhang Yaoyun dragged He Yaoting back and forth among the crowd. Suddenly, He Yaoting heard the wind in his ear, and he instinctively dodged to the side. A gleaming machete cut off his clothes with a swipe. sleeve.

Zhang Yaoyun pulled He Yaoting to the area behind him, and shot the man's throat with a lock like lightning. He Yaoting took advantage of the man's collapse, reached out and snatched the machete, turned around and stabbed into it. Inside the body of another black-clothed thug, he raised his hand a few shots and lightly pierced the foreheads of the knife-wielding thugs behind him.

When He Yaoting shot, another person rushed up and slashed at him with a knife. Zhang Yaoyun kicked the man's neck and kicked the man's neck neatly, and then knocked down several people like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.After taking a breath, he pulled He Yaoting and continued to run.

The two ran to the river, and there was the sound of thumping leather shoes from the other side of the road, mixed with the sound of iron objects colliding.As soon as the two heard it, they knew that it was a patrolman with a foreign knife.Zhang Yaoyun gave He Yaoting a brief instruction: "Yaoting, take a deep breath."

He Yaoting didn't even think about it, so he did it.The next second, to his surprise, Zhang Yaoyun pushed him into the rolling river without hesitation, and jumped down with a plop.

At this time, the night was dark, and a round of bright moon reflected on the dark river surface, shadowy and gloomy.The heads of the two flashed in the dark waves of the river, and then disappeared into the night.

He Yaoting is afraid of water. Since the accident more than ten years ago, he has an inexplicably great fear of water.He has learned everything except swimming.

In the endless abyss of the river, He Yaoting struggled desperately to ups and downs, choked on several sips of water and almost lost his strength, the gentle water became as eerie as a vortex leading to hell.He thrashed vigorously, and suddenly his hand was held by another generous, powerful hand with a thin callus.

He Yaoting instinctively grabbed the man desperately, but suddenly his neck went numb, and he was hit by a knife hand, he was confused for a moment, and passed out.

He Yaoting woke up leisurely, and at this time he was paralyzed on the cold and desolate river bank beach, his whole body was drenched and cold and he couldn't help shivering, his hands and feet were so cold that he almost lost consciousness.The surroundings were pitch black, "Where is this?" He was in a daze for a while, turned his head and looked around, and there seemed to be flames flickering not far away.He felt the cold air keep drilling into his lungs, and couldn't help coughing violently. After coughing for a while, he almost died of breath.

In a daze, he heard someone calling his name, and was hugged later, but he was too cold and tired, he had no strength in his body, his eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

When he woke up again, the wet clothes on his body were taken off, his upper body was bare, his skin was exposed to the night air, and he couldn't help shivering.But it seemed to be a little warmer than before, he subconsciously arched towards the warm heat source, and pressed his face against the warm place, and when he regained his consciousness a little, he found that it turned out to be a person's chest , the man was also shirtless and hugged him tightly from the upper body.

He Yaoting was drowsy, and the faint pain on the back of his neck broke out intermittently, and the temples on his head also throbbed with pain.He opened his mouth, his throat hurt like a fire, and the scenes from more than ten years ago in his subconscious came to mind intermittently.

His head was dizzy for a while, and he coughed for a while with his vocal cords tight. His mouth was sweet, and a thin strand of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and he called out a name in a hoarse voice: "Jian... Feng. ...." The voice was so hoarse that it almost oozes blood.

He Yaoting clearly felt the person holding him tremble violently, and then he hit the ground on the back of his head with a bang.The severe pain made him wake up slowly, and he felt that the person carefully picked him up again and hugged him in his arms.

He Yaoting opened a pair of big dark and bright eyes, his eyes were hazy for a while, and his pupils slowly regained focus.He tried his best to squint his eyes, and finally saw the tired face in front of him clearly. Danfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and his anxious expression was beyond words: "Yao Ting, wake up...don't fall asleep."

He Yaoting huddled in his arms with a stiff body, responded half-deadly, and stretched out his hand to grope towards the other party hissingly: "Yaoyun...it's you..."

Zhang Yaoyun held his hand, icy cold, and felt blocked for a while: "Yao Ting, you have a fever now, don't talk, save some strength."

He Yaoting desperately leaned against Zhang Yaoyun's ear, and said angrily, "You...don't go."

Zhang Yaoyun felt sore in his heart, and he tightened his arms around him: "I won't go."

He Yaoting closed his eyes reassuringly. His body felt hot and cold. When he fell into the water just now, he really thought he was going to die.At this time, he put his life in Zhang Yaoyun's hands. Anyway, if Zhang Yaoyun couldn't save him, then there was no hope.

When he closed his eyes, Zhang Yaoyun's hairs stood on end in fright, and he shouted: "Yao Ting, don't sleep! Wake up, don't scare me."

He Yaoting tried to open his eyes, his eyes were a little scattered, he was in a trance for a long time, and hummed weakly: "Yaoyun, I'm cold."

Zhang Yaoyun immediately rubbed his hands desperately, calling his name, and finally hugged him skin-to-skin, passing the temperature to him, and he touched He Yaoting's delicate and cold jade-like skin. The skin, a heart jumped up, and his throat felt dry inappropriately, and a flame rose up in his cavity, burning his heart hot.

The fire was crackling in the dark and silent night, and the clothes of the two were about to dry out. Zhang Yaoyun suppressed the throbbing in his heart, pulled the clothes over and put them on He Yaoting, put out the bonfire, and put He Yaoting on his back. stand up.

At this time, He Yaoting was burning hot all over his body, accompanied by his breathing ups and downs, and his throat and chest were in severe pain. He could not stop coughing, his head was buzzing in a dizzy way, and he was talking sleepily on Zhang Yaoyun's broad and solid back. Muttering in a general way: "Jianfeng...will I die..."

Zhang Yaoyun gasped for breath, and the name "Han Jianfeng" was once again slashed fiercely in his heart, almost bleeding from his heart, and he choked his throat: "No, with me here, I won't will kill you."

He Yaoting gave a soft acknowledgment, leaned on Zhang Yaoyun's back and stopped making a sound.

Fortunately, it was not cloudy at this time, and the sky was full of stars, shining brightly.Zhang Yaoyun has excellent field survival skills, and it is easy to find his way under the clear night sky.By the time he returned to Meixiang Bookstore with He Yaoting on his back, the sky had turned pale.

Zhang Yaoyun went straight into the bedroom with He Yaoting on his back, placed the person who had been burned into a lump of carbon on the bed, hurriedly wiped off his profuse sweat, and rushed to make a phone call impatiently.Holding the phone, I was in a daze for a moment, and found that I didn't even know the phone number of a doctor in Beiman.

He gritted his teeth, broadcast a series of numbers, the phone was connected, and Han Jianfeng's lazy and suave voice came from the other end.

Zhang Yaoyun was almost incoherent: "Jianfeng, hurry up and send a doctor to Meixiang Bookstore, Yao Ting, Yao Ting is dying soon."

Han Jianfeng was taken aback, and immediately the six gods returned to their seats, no sleepiness at all: "Yao Yun, don't worry, tell me what's going on slowly?"

But Zhang Yaoyun said anxiously: "You need to find a doctor quickly, I don't have time to explain so much to you now, I will talk about it later."

Han Jianfeng pondered for a while, and replied: "Okay." Then he hung up the phone and contacted Shen Ye immediately.

Zhang Yaoyun ran to the wine cellar to fetch the altar of aged rice wine, took off the clothes on He Yaoting's body, wrung out the towel soaked in the wine, and meticulously wiped He Yaoting's pale and cold skin.

He Yaoting was lying on the bed, breathing hot air, sleepwalking like a sleepwalker without any resistance at his mercy.

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☆Healed from a serious illness

Shen Ye was carrying a medicine box, with dark circles under his eyes, and an iron-blooded warrior face. Han Jianfeng rushed into the car and drove all the way to Meixiang Bookstore.

Due to Zhang Yaoyun's timely physical cooling, He Yaoting's body will not be burned too badly.After some examinations, adding a bottle of anti-inflammatory injection, Shen Ye gave He Yaoting another Niuhuang Angong pill. Before nightfall, the high fever finally subsided and turned into a low-grade fever. In short, his life was safe.

He Yaoting lay groggy on the bed, opened his eyes slowly with great effort, looked at Zhang Yaoyun's bloodshot eyes, and uttered a sentence weakly: "Yaoyun, I can't die, right?" Then he closed it again .

Zhang Yaoyun was so frightened that he almost panicked. He slapped the bedding on the bed hard, and with a loud bang, he shouted: "He Yaoting, wake me up, don't sleep!"

He Yaoting opened his eyes again, and it took a long time for his scattered eyes to regain focus: "I'm awake." He took a breath and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm sleepy."

Zhang Yaoyun looked at his pale and blue face, which looked extremely haggard, and stroked He