The Rogue Strikes Back: The Counterattack Plan

Han Xinheng walked back to the dormitory tremblingly, trembling indeed, he instantly felt that there were wolves around him, one in each dormitory at home.

Back in the dormitory, he casually changed his clothes and said to Lan Yao who was sitting in the middle of the bed, "Go over there, I'm going to sleep."

Lan Yao moved to the side, continued to read his thesis and review materials, and said, "It smells like alcohol."

"Drink some." Xinheng fell asleep under the covers and fell asleep: "Don't disturb me, learn slowly by yourself, come on." He said and ignored him.

Lan Yao glanced at his sleeping face, sighed and continued to study his study paper. He was concentrating on it when his phone vibrated, showing "Lan Tianran"

Lan Yao picked up the phone and asked: "It's so late, what are you looking for again, I didn't pick up girls."

A clear and clear voice came from the other end of the phone: "I didn't say anything, why are you so anxious, your roommate said that you are not in the dormitory but in someone else's dormitory, what's the matter?"

"I sprained my ankle. This roommate is from the medical department. He helped me look after it recently. He is living here because he is inconvenient to move."

"Oh, male and female?"

"Nonsense, of course it's a man!" Lan Yao couldn't help scolding her: "Lan Tianran, you think I'm overthinking it, the company isn't busy enough for you!"

Lan Tianran muttered dissatisfiedly: "Who cares about you? Isn't it because of dad, who is afraid of you messing around outside? By the way, is there enough money to spend recently? Dad said he will send you more money."

"No, it's enough." Lan Yao said, "You tell dad not to care about whether I lack money or not, I won't starve to death."

"Isn't it because he knows that you won't ask your family for money, you say you are serious, you are so stubborn with this condition, you are also a rich second generation."

Lan Yao was dissatisfied with the word 'rich second generation' and said: "I'm still a local tyrant, I will become a rich generation, not a rich second generation."

"Okay, okay, Lan Yao, I can't communicate with you anymore, I'm still working overtime here, good night dear."

Lan Yao rubbed his eyes, reached out and put it on the table, opened the wallet with 4 bank cards and a check, and asked me if I was short of money. The money was enough to buy Han Xinheng Pizza Hut for several years. What is my career? It's time to work...

In the morning, Lan Yao woke up earlier than Han Xinheng. He looked at Han Xinheng whose face was half buried in the bed with messy hair, kissed him lightly, limped to the bathroom to wash, sat on the sofa and tried to change the gauze and hair by himself. Medicine, it seems that the time for the treat is not far away.

Han Xinheng felt the sinking and protruding of the bed next to him, and also felt the sensation on his own face, knowing that Lan Yao got up properly when he changed the gauze, rubbed his eyes vaguely and said, "Don't move, I'll do it." Pretending not to I didn't know that I didn't mention a single word about what happened just now. There were too many things recently, and I didn't know how to deal with them. Let myself think about it first.

Han Xinheng went up to apply the medicine quickly, wrapped the gauze, and said, "It's almost done, walk around more recently."

"Okay." Lan Yao nodded, looked at the half-naked Han Xinheng and said uncomfortably, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll be late."

"Hmm." Xin Heng sensed what he meant, and also pretended not to care, and quickly went to wash up.

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