What if my brother is sick

After Wenbei finished processing the documents on hand, the sky was completely dark. He stood up and moved his hands and feet, picked up his mobile phone and prepared to ask the hotel to deliver some food, and then saw a video sent by Song He.

Song He: [Video]

Song He: "Brother Wen made you so handsome and handsome Jiang, how did you cary the audience!"

Click on the video, and immediately there is a beautiful three-point goal by Jiang Yan, accompanied by a burst of cheers.

Wen Bei's eyes moved, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

It's a pity that Jiang Yan, who is so sunny, can't see it with her own eyes.

But with a smile and a smile, Wen Bei couldn't laugh anymore.

The smile on the corner of the mouth gradually disappeared after Guo Yang appeared in the video and hugged Jiang Yan, his brows gradually furrowed, and the jealous jar in his heart was completely overturned after seeing Jiang Yan's smile.

Who the hell is this... ! !

His little Yan actually smiled at him? ! !

What do you do with your hands and feet when you play? ! !It's definitely not a good person to smile so treacherously!

Poor honest man Guo Yang's signature smile was so abruptly interpreted by Wen Bei as sinister.

[Who is this man? 】

【The man hugging Jiang Yan】

Wen Bei resisted the sourness, and tried to reply Song Hedao in a normal tone.

Song He didn't reply after a while, and Wen Bei couldn't ask Jiang Yan directly, so he could only wait for Song He's reply.

After Song He got out of the shower and saw Wen Bei's message, he was already swiped by Wen Bei's message.

Without exception, it all revolves around the question of who this man is.

Which man... Song He didn't watch the video carefully when he was shooting it. He clicked on the video he sent to Wen Bei and watched it before he realized it.

It turned out to be Guo Yang.

What is this man who hugged Jiang Yan... He said so ambiguously, isn't he just a brother's good shoulder...

There was a little disdain in Song He's eyes.

Oh, man in love.

[It's from the school next door, a friend I met playing basketball. 】

[Xiao Yan's friend? 】Wenbei replied almost in seconds.

[Yes, they used to play together a lot. ] Song He replied while wiping his hair.

Wen Bei didn't reply anymore, Song He waited for a while with his mobile phone, and seeing that Wen Bei didn't reply, he turned around and planned to enter the room.

"Song He?" Song Li's voice suddenly came from upstairs, he paused, and responded, "What's wrong, sister?"

"You come up to me for a while." Song Li said.

I didn't know what she was asking me to do again, so she curled her lips and reluctantly said, "...Oh, wait a minute."

Every time Song Li told him that something was wrong, he dawdled for a while before slowly going upstairs.

"I asked you to come up for so long, why can't I invite you?" Song Li was lying on the bed at the moment, raised one leg and kicked Song He.

Song He stood beside her, touched his kicked leg, which was neither painful nor itchy,

"My aunt, it's good if I'm willing to come up, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Song Li straightened his face, put away his smiling face and looked at Song He, "Is there any difference in Jiang Yan's situation recently?"

Song He was taken aback, "No..." Song He's heart tightened, "What's wrong?"

Why did Song Li suddenly ask such a question?

Song Li is Jiang Yan's psychiatrist. Song He knows about this, because Song Li took over Jiang Yan's patient through himself. Since getting to know Song Li, Jiang Ge's situation has been much better than before. Today she suddenly Ask, is it...

Song Li chuckled, "Why are you nervous, I'll just ask." She patted Song He on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Jiang Yan is fine, I'll just ask."

Song He: "..."

"Then I'm leaving." Song Hebai glanced at Song Li, speechless.

"By the way, help me take down this fruit plate." Song Li said with a smile.

"I knew it!"

After Song He left, the smile on Song Li's face gradually became serious, she sighed, it's better not to let her silly brother know, lest he worry about this and that again.

She yawned, ready to wash and rest.

What was displayed on the phone was Jiang Yan, who hadn't sent a message to him for a long time.

Jiang Yan: 【I started to have that dream again. 】

Song Li: [Continue to take the stopped medicine, and come out to meet on the weekend. 】

Jiang Yan: [OK. 】

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Jiang Yan listened to Song Li's words, and took out the medicine that he hadn't touched for a long time before going to bed, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he still ate it with his head up.

But not long after taking it, he suddenly raised his feet and ran to the toilet, clutching his throat without hesitation, and spit out all the white pills he had just swallowed.

Panting for breath, he knelt and sat in front of the toilet until he couldn't vomit anymore, then stood up and washed his face.

He's already healed and doesn't need to eat this kind of thing anymore.

Don't touch it, don't touch it again.

Eat it only if you are sick, you don’t need it!

Panting for breath, he returned to the room with a little sloppy footsteps.

Wen Bei was not at home, and the bed was so cold that he didn't want to touch it.

He lay on the bed, not daring to close his eyes.

Once he closes his eyes, that dream will strike again. He really dare not try the sense of reality and pain of being burned by the flames.

Eyes began to hurt, he blinked, and tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, but couldn't help sobbing.

Why... can't forget...

Why is it... not good...

He has such a good Wen Bei who likes him, what else is he dissatisfied with?

Wen Bei was only away for a few days, why was he so scared?

I clearly promised to trust him...

The phone at hand rang, and Wen Bei's gentle and deep voice came, which made people feel at ease in this dark room.

"Little Yan? Are you asleep?"

Jiang Yan was unable to make a sound.

Wen Bei waited for a while without responding, and frowned, "Hello? Xiao Yan?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

"Hello? Can you hear me? Xiao Yan?" There was a trace of anxiety in her tone.

"Brother..." Jiang Yan said hoarsely, with a hint of nasal sound, "Brother, what should I do, I miss you so much."

Wen Bei's heart tightened suddenly, and the unstoppable heartache began to spread with the night.

Why isn't he?