Looking forward to the stars

"How do you think about it? This condition is beneficial and harmless to you. Is it worth it to gamble the rest of your life for an irrelevant person?"

"Hmph, why should I trust you, just one word."

Those who were involved in that incident were all wiped out within a month, and it is impossible for anyone to know about it. However, Feng Fan's words were pinned between his eyebrows like an awl. Now that he recovered, he began to ask.

"Bridge No. [-]."

Hearing these words, Feng Cheng's expression suddenly became stiff, his heart beat like thunder, and every cell in his body swelled and swelled. He ruthlessly gouged out the eyes of Zhan Chen who was sleeping on the bed, and laughed so hard with his machetes. gloomy.

"It seems that he is really not an easy character, and you are so willing to do so. Since you can say this, I have to believe it and let him go for the time being. However, you have to remember what I said today. If I am still here If he hears this word elsewhere, he must die."

"If you can keep your promise, I will naturally not stir up trouble. Come and send the young master out."

Two servants came in to help Feng Chengcheng. When he went out, he turned to look at Feng Fan's back. He was resolute, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes, and wanted to destroy him. Seeing him bowing his knees and looking up to others, he smiled on him. The corners of his mouth pierced his heart and spleen.

Afterwards, Feng Fan made an international call.

"Transfer to No. 013 of the Internal Investigation Department."

After a while of busy tone, an old voice answered.

"Uncle Mo, block all the information about Jing Ming in China eight years ago, send him to Singapore, and arrange a new identity. Don't ask what happened. I will find time to come here when I am done. Before that, his safety must be guaranteed."

After a while, he said:

"Don't worry too much."

At night, there was no sign of Zhanchen waking up. Feng Fan went into the room to see him, feeling a little tired. He hadn't closed his eyes for two nights.

He walked over, hugged Zhan Chen's soft body and wrapped it in his arms, kissed his cheek, buried his head in the crook of his neck, absorbed his smell, which belonged only to him.

When he fully entered, Zhanchen twitched subconsciously following his movements. The space that no one had ever touched was bringing him unexpected freshness and beauty. That incomparable feeling made his body sensitive , warmed up a little bit, from the inside out, because he is a normal man, and his physical reaction means that his master is enjoying all this wholeheartedly.

Feng Fan was finally half relieved, hugged Zhan Chen, exhaled heavily in his ear, and said words that he still couldn't understand clearly.

"Zhanchen, wake up."

The last one stood upright and buried deeply in his body. In an instant, he seemed to hear Zhan Chen's shallow moan. Feng Fan held his face in his hands, and saw his neat brows slightly frowned, his expression Moisten Anran, he kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes, and his lips uncontrollably, until Zhan Chen frowned uncomfortably, and released it.

The doctor came in, he had cleaned up the filth, helped Zhan Chen get dressed, took a deep look at Zhan Chen's slightly blushing face, and left the room.

Zhanchen is still in a coma, but his condition has improved a lot. When the needle was inserted, his finger bones were sensitive, and his consciousness is gradually recovering.After taking the medicine, he woke up from the pain in the second half of the night. He opened his eyes, but because he had slept for too long, everything seemed unreal. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again, and he didn't really wake up until the next morning.

The morning in Mexico is bathed in the milky white morning light of the sky, the empty mountains and quiet forests, the singing of birds is fragmented, and a ray of clear light shines on the outer wall and inner courtyard of the classic English castle. The spooky Gothic dome, the magnificent and huge castle is bright and quiet, and the layout is stable, like a mirage deep in the mountains and forests.

In the room on the third floor, the female nurse was busy taking Zhanchen's temperature and changing the suspension solution. When she saw the patient opening his eyes slightly and looking at her, she was almost taken aback. Now it's time to notify immediately, walk out of the room quickly, and go to Feng Fan's place.

This was his request. When Zhan Chen woke up, he immediately informed him that he didn't even change his clothes, so he went straight to Zhan Chen's room in his pajamas.

The red sandalwood bench has a dignified color, and in the middle of the top is a dark picture frame with exquisite borders, in which an ancient oil painting of figures is mounted, with typical Western classical soft lines; the walls are thick mud edge color, noble and restrained; The wicks are exquisite, the intricately crafted chandelier; the smooth and soft snow velvet bedding, all of these are too dazzling. He is slowly getting used to the brightness that his eyes can accept. Feng Fan has already sat by the bed, with a frosty expression on his face. There are many, and the voice is also very gentle.

"You woke up, how are you feeling?"

Zhan Chen looked at him in a daze, and nodded. He still remembered Feng Fan and him before he fell into a coma. Turning his head away, his face blushed a little. This action instantly ignited Feng Fan. He smashed Zhan Chen's head, squeezed Holding his chin, and pressing his lips heavily, Zhanchen looked at him with wide eyes nervously.

"Well!"

He wanted to get rid of this kiss without warning, but he had no choice but to meet Feng Fan's eyes, and looked into a pair of breathtaking black pupils. On Zhanchen's eyes, the fluffy eyelashes brushed across the palm of his hand, and then closed again. He easily opened his lips, probed to the bottom, and swept the thin teeth. Zhanchen responded, green and unfamiliar, The tip of the tongue met him, a shallow kiss, which turned into a violent storm, pouring down.Dr. Tong, who came to make a diagnosis and treatment, walked outside the door, and when he saw this scene, he was taken aback, turned to block the scene in the room, and coughed twice.

"Well, I was in a hurry just now, and the equipment was taken away, you go with me to get it."

He beckoned to the conscientious little nurse and walked downstairs.

Now that I'm awake, there's nothing to worry about, and it doesn't hurt to be late.

The two people in the house didn't notice that someone was coming and going outside the door. It should be said that Feng Fan didn't notice it, and he was so dazed that even the Second Young Master Feng couldn't escape!

"Uh-huh…"

Zhan Chen let out a low whimper in his throat. He was recovering from a serious illness and was short of breath. Gradually, he couldn't bear Feng Fan's wanton rush. When he thought he was about to suffocate, Feng Fan withdrew. He opened his mouth and took a big breath.

"sorry."

Feng Fan whispered in Zhan Chen's ear, Zhan Chen looked at the ceiling, his eyes were swollen, his eyes were crystal clear, he didn't know how to answer, so he wrapped his arms around Feng Fan's waist.

"Here to cultivate for a period of time, and the arrangement has been made in Beijing."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Zhan Chen spoke hoarsely, but he sounded sexy.

"Five days."

Zhan Chen looked at him with puffy eyes, Feng Fan's face was haggard, and the thick dark circles under his eyes made him feel a little distressed, it was not at all the raised eyebrows and blinks when they first met, he stretched out his hand to caress his sharp-edged face,

"What I said last time is true, I... like you."

He fixedly looked at Feng Fan, as if expressing his determination, but also as if he was expecting an answer, Feng Fan met his fiery gaze, and answered vaguely.

"I know."

"So, I don't blame you, don't feel guilty, if this didn't happen, I wouldn't know that I like you, really."

At this time, Zhanchen's immunity is low, his intelligence is low, and his thick nerves are swollen. He comforts people like he is coaxing a child. He is afraid that people will not believe him. His head was still hurting, grinning his teeth and touching his mouth, only to find that it was wrapped in a bandage, and Shi Shiran fell back on the bed.

"Don't move."

Feng Fan Qinglie's voice was raised an octave higher, and Zhan Chen was so frightened that he obediently didn't dare to move anymore, he was as docile as a kitten, looking at him with two big round eyes watery, innocent and bright, and the corners of his mouth were still aggrieved flat:

"I'm a patient now, and you're still yelling at me like that."

"Now that you know it, be honest."

Feng Fan was angry and funny, the dignified atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and the haze accumulated in his heart was also stirred up by Zhan Chen's disturbance. When he was not serious, he was like a half-grown child, who needed to be coaxed and scolded.

"Can I borrow the phone, I want to make a call back to Beijing."

Zhan Chen's voice softened.

"Wait until the doctor finishes checking."

"Oh, when will he come then?"

After saying so many words, tossing and tossing, and not eating for a long time, Zhanchen was over-spirited, calmed down, weak, and leaned softly on the pillow, his little face was pale, now he sincerely hoped that the doctor would come soon, the inside of his head was like The colic of the penal law urged him on.

In fact, Dr. Tong Da came back a long time ago, but the two of them were still in love with each other. I was really embarrassed to disturb them. I asked the nurse to play on the swing. I looked around in the corridor and heard Feng Fan's voice in the room, so I was full of energy. Come in, the gray hair on the sideburns of more than 50 is curled around the ear, the top of the head is a Mediterranean Sea, the forehead is full, the two lumps of soft flesh on the side of the cheek tremble with the swing of walking, and the big round belly can't be hidden even in a large white coat , The whole image of joy is the dean of a famous medical school in Mexico. Although there are various violations, his own temperament is still clear at a glance. Researcher demeanor.

He walked over in a senile manner, with two fat gourds grinning open, his grinning face clearly showed the appearance of a naughty boy who said "I saw it all just now", Zhan Chen looked at Feng Fan with a blushing face, and Feng Fan looked back at him unnaturally, " Why do you blush so easily, brat?" After slandering, his face was frosty, and he gave the doctor a look of "I leave it to you", and walked out of the room with a positive step.

Soon, there was laughter from the old and the young talking happily in the house.

That night, Zhan Chen excitedly called Xiao Yu, and after a burst of music, he got through.

"Hey, Young Master Yu, it's me, I'm Zhan Chen."

There was no answer for a long time, then hung up, Zhanchen was stunned, he didn't want to, he remembered the unknown phone call a month ago, although he guessed it was for him, but in case it was just a cover, the real target was Xiao What to do with Yu, he hurriedly dialed a few more times, but no one answered the phone, he was in a hurry, his mind was full of negative emotions: Is something wrong with Xiao Yu, it’s been a few days, I don’t know his situation It's been a few days, what to do, what to do?He tore off the needle on his wrist, and blood dripped out all of a sudden. He was going to find Feng Fan now and return to Beijing immediately.

In the study room, Feng Fan's face was serious. Rows of thick classical books were stacked on the maroon semicircular curved bookshelf. He stood by the window, facing the wind with his hands behind his back. Another person sat on the side wooden chair, and he glanced at it. Feng Fan.

"It can be cured, but it will take some time to come slowly."

"how long?"

"Maybe, he should have suffered trauma to his head before, and the CT examination of the brain was fine. The head scan revealed a small crack in the retina, but he should have received timely and good treatment at that time, so don't worry, but this time the seal The young master added a hormone to the medicine he was using, which just happened to stimulate the old injury before, which made his condition extremely dangerous."

"As long as it is well controlled and the medicine is taken on time, there is no big problem."

"What's wrong with him now?"

"At this stage, you may have a headache, and you can control it by paying more attention to rest. If the mood swings are too large, you will be in a coma in severe cases."

The doctor stood up, took a copy of "Hamlet" from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages casually, closed them again, and changed into a relaxed tone.

"I said it too seriously. As a doctor, I can't avoid it. Just do as I said, no problem."