Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Xia Lin pushed Song Yan into his bedroom. Under Song Yan's signal, he picked out a shirt and a pair of trousers and put them on. He found that both the clothes and the trousers were a little too big, and they were a bit baggy on the body. funny.

"You've lost a lot of weight in the past few years." Song Yan shook Xia Lin's wrist, feeling a little distressed, "When you're cured, remember to eat more and bring back the meat."

"Speaking of this," Xia Lin said, "my attending doctor has been urging me to go to the hospital for treatment, and I may not have much time to stay with you in the future."

Song Yan thought to himself, no wonder Xia Lin has been by his side these two days, it turned out that he was already ready to say goodbye.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan said: "Alright, for now, you should treat according to the method of your attending doctor. If Ke Mei says there is a better way to treat your illness in the future, you should try to cooperate with Ke Mei."

Xia Lin frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with Song Yan's tone of voice.

But soon he put his doubts behind him for the time being, and suggested: "Since I'm here, let me visit your newly renovated place. I heard from your nanny before that the first and second floors have been cleaned , does that mean that the third floor and above are under renovation?"

"You are very suitable to be a detective." Song Yan joked, "Push me upstairs, and I will take you to see it."

Xia Lin looked at the stairs hesitantly, thinking how to push the wheelchair up, and then saw Song Yan press the remote control, and all the steps were automatically spliced ​​together immediately, turning into a gentle slope.

"... Xia Lin was stunned for a moment, and asked, "When did your house change into this? "

"It's not that I haven't been back in the past three years," Song Yan said, "It's just that I only stayed in City B for a while, and I didn't go back to City D, and I didn't tell anyone."

"What are you doing back in City B?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, and said: "Because I miss you so much, even if I can't meet each other, I feel satisfied to be in the same city and breathe the same air with you."

Xia Lin didn't speak any more, and silently pushed Song Yan up.

He found that he had very little contact with Song Yan in this life, and Song Yan had undergone too many changes before he knew it, and the more he knew now, the more he found Song Yan strange.

Seeing that Xia Lin didn't speak, Song Yan patted his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I made the atmosphere tense."

Xia Lin smiled and shook his head.

The two slowly went up to the third floor, and Xia Lin gradually stopped in his tracks. In my impression, this villa has three floors and a small attic. Now there is no change from the outside, but the interior is completely different from the attic. It is opened up to the top of the building, forming a patio structure, which looks a little unbelievable.

"Is this the place you want to use for the experiment?" Xia Lin asked, "Where is the experimental equipment?"

"Still on the way," Song Yan said, "They are being transported back to China one after another."

"is it a lot?"

"A lot."

"Why do you suddenly think of going back to China for experiments?"

"Because..." Song Yan tilted his head, "is it a contribution to the scientific research of the motherland?"

"..." Xia Lin thought that you expressed your patriotism so bluntly, you don't even believe it, do you?

But he didn't ask any more questions, and while pushing Song Yan to look around, he secretly took a few photos with his mobile phone.

Then, Xia Lin pushed Song Yan back and said, "Okay, let's go downstairs."

Song Yan joked with a smile: "The leader's inspection is over? Have you confirmed that I am not doing illegal activities?"

Xia Lin snorted absent-mindedly: "Only you can do anything illegal." He paused, "It's almost time, let me make you lunch!"

Song Yan raised his face and looked at him, and said with a smile: "You didn't learn to cook for a long time in your last life, but you were good at it, and I kind of miss it. However, after rebirth, you probably won't have much chance to cook by yourself, remember how Are you cooking?"

Xia Lin didn't refute his ridicule, and said with a smirk: "It's true that I forgot most of it. Let's take it as a practice with you. If it doesn't taste good, you can bear it."

Song Yan hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "No matter how bad Madam's cooking is, I will be happy with it."

Xia Lin paused, bent down and stared at him: "What did you call me just now?"

"Cough." Song Yan's expression froze.

Not to mention that Xia Lin hasn't formally agreed to get back together with him yet, even if he agreed, in the current situation, it's not suitable for such an intimate name. Song Yan regrets that he got carried away with his words for a while.

Xia Lin turned to Song Yan, stroked his cheek with one hand, touched his forehead lightly, and said in a low voice, "Call again."

"..." What Song Yan couldn't stand the most was Xia Lin's intentional teasing, and now he was about to lose control.

He only heard Xia Lin's bewitching voice whispering in his ear: "Call again, and I'll cook for you."

"Madam..." Song Yan's voice was hoarse, and he surrendered in less than three seconds.

Immediately, he pressed the back of Xia Lin's head with one hand and pressed it towards himself, opened his mouth and kissed her hard.

This kiss barely stopped the car on the verge of a misfire.

"Okay, let's start cooking." Xia Lin licked her lips contentedly.

"..." Song Yan was still struggling with his desire to come out, Xia Lin had already straightened up, and calmly walked towards the kitchen.

If it is a talent to be flexible in this kind of thing, Song Yan really wants to ask Xia Lin for advice, how did he do it?