Slightly sweet when I first heard it

She looked at the assistant on the ground coldly, and told the bodyguard: "Call the mental hospital, they have a patient who has escaped."

Wang Yizhi's eyes were red to the point of bleeding, "Wen Qingyin!"

Wen Qingyin didn't look at her at all, and said to the assistant, "Your relatives are already waiting for you inside, and I will arrange you to be roommates."

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The forest is getting deeper and deeper, and as far as the eye can see, there are only shades of green left.

Yan Jinghuai seems to be suffering from PTSD, and his stomach refluxes when he sees this kind of road.He knew that Wen Qingyin would not hurt himself, but he couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

"Go to my house. If you insist, the doctor is already waiting for you at home."

Wen Qingyin looked at him distressedly, "I'm sorry. I didn't handle it well and let you encounter this kind of thing. Also, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you that night."

After this ordeal, Yan Jinghuai thought that the quarrel between the two had been turned over, but she didn't expect her to speak out frankly.

Yan Jinghuai was a little embarrassed: "I accept today's apology, but forget about that night."

"That night, I was also at fault."

Wen Qingyin felt that what he said was very reasonable, so she readily accepted: "Okay, I forgive you."

She looked at Yan Jinghuai's chapped lips due to dryness, and suddenly said, "She wasn't like this at first."

"When she first came here, she also braided my hair, and it was a different style every day."

She said to herself, "Why?"

Yan Jinghuai didn't know what to say, so he held her hand to show comfort.

After driving a little further, the car stopped.

After getting out of the car, Yan Jinghuai really realized that he had really married into a wealthy family.

There is a small manor in the distance, standing among the mountains and forests, with a natural style.

The gate is a bit far from the main building, so you have to take a shuttle bus.

In the car, Wen Qingyin introduced to him: "This is the golf course, and the other is the horse farm. The tarmac is on the left, and the swimming pool is on the basement floor. You can go play after the fever subsides."

Yan Jinghuai's simple values ​​were crushed to nothing by such extravagance, and he choked out a sentence for a long time, "This is where you almost exploded?"

When mentioning black history, Wen Qingyin immediately blackened his face.

At this moment, the car stopped, and there was an old man in front of the main building. Wen Qingyin said to the old man, "He has a fever, please give him an injection."

This person is Wen's family doctor.

After checking with Yan Jinghuai, he said, "The young man has a good foundation, and there is no major problem, except that he is slightly dehydrated. I'll prescribe you an IV."

He asked, "Are you hanging here?"

They were in a large suite at the moment, and the wall was covered with wallpaper printed with beige and green small florals.

The quilt was a very light rouge color, covered with colorful flowers, and Yan Jinghuai was lying on it, which made his complexion a little better.

"Here." Wen Qingyin said, "It's convenient for me to accompany the bed."

The doctor didn't say anything, just took a deep look at Yan Jinghuai.

Yan Jinghuai realized something, his pale face turned red, and he seemed to have regained some blood.

When the doctor left, he asked, "This room—"

"My bedroom." Wen Qingyin picked up the German book on the low cabinet next to the bed, "Shall I read you something before going to bed?"

After being tense for too many days, Yan Jinghuai immediately felt deeply tired when he relaxed.He said, "Okay, what's the story?"

In the case of country D, it is Andersen or the Brothers Grimm.

"The Part Volume of Otology and Ear Neuroscience." Wen Qingyin opened the book, "It's kind of boring."

What she said was wrong, not a little bit, but extremely boring.

Five seconds later, Yan Jinghuai fell asleep.

It was Wen Qingyin's first time taking care of patients, and she didn't know what to do.She thought for a while, and awkwardly pulled the quilt to Yan Jinghuai's chest.

I'm great.

She sat back down and continued to read the book.

This book may be really boring, Wen Qingyin is always distracted, peeking at the sleeping Yan Jinghuai.After seeing that, I was also annoyed, so I simply put the book back on the table, lay down beside the bed, and concentrated on watching him.

It was already evening when Yan Jinghuai woke up.

He slept so soundly that when he woke up, he forgot where he was for a moment.

Looking at the small broken flowers all over the ceiling, the memory gradually came back.

This is Wen's old house.

This is Wen Qingyin's bedroom. ...is her boudoir.

Yan Jinghuai was a little shy.

He just wanted to get up, but found a hairy head beside his arm.

It's a voiceless sound.

She fell asleep beside him.

Wen Qingyin was sleeping very alertly, she just woke up when he stretched out his hand.

She still remembered her mission, looked up at the drip, and said, "The medicine is gone."

Yan Jinghuai asked, "Are you calling a doctor?"

He actually doesn't want her to leave now.

"Don't bother—" Wen Qingyin's eyes suddenly widened, she pointed out the window, and shouted, "What is that!"

Yan Jinghuai turned his head to look, the back of his hand suddenly felt pain, and when he turned his head again, Wen Qingyin had already pulled out the needle.

She was very proud: "I'm very good, don't you feel any pain? Nanmei was in poor health for a while and often hung water. I learned from him."

A figure like Lin Daiyu immediately appeared in Yan Jinghuai's mind.I really didn't expect her hair to be a sick beauty.

He was puzzled, "You just pull it out, why do you let me look out the window."

"You will be afraid. You children are afraid when you see a needle." Wen Qingyin said: "The doctor said you can't eat greasy food. I asked the kitchen to cook super delicious porridge for you."

She really treated him like a child.

Yan Jinghuai muttered softly, "I'm not a child."

But he actually likes the feeling of being taken care of.

What was brought to Wen's table were all good things, and they were carefully cooked by the chef. The rice porridge was so fragrant that even a picky person like Yan Jinghuai drank an extra bowl.

He asked Wen Qingyin, "You really don't want to try it?"

"I don't want it. I want to eat meat tonight." Wen Qingyin asked, "Have you finished eating? I have something to ask you."

Seeing her serious expression, Yan Jinghuai also became serious, "Say it."

"I want to make you a star."

Wen Qingyin said: "Artists come to earn money very quickly, and I happen to be short of money right now. I don't think the money will flow to outsiders. Instead of praising others, it's better to spend the money on you."

"I've done the math. You already have a fan base and strong comprehensive ability. Hiring a popular celebrity for a year can completely win you over. Not only will I save endorsement fees, but if you're lucky, you can also help me out." I make money."

"Of course, we can discuss the commission."

"What do you think."

Although it was incredible, after hearing Wen Qingyin's suggestion, Yan Jinghuai's heartbeat seemed to stop for a few seconds.

Because of the lack of oxygen, his brain hurt like a pinprick, and the blood color that had just recovered faded from his face little by little.

Wen Qingyin saw his strangeness, and worried: "Do you have any pain, do you want to call the doctor?"

"No, it's fine."

Yan Jinghuai pretended that he was interested in Wen Qingyin's flowered quilt, and lowered his head, refusing to lift it up.He pretended to be casual and said, "I refuse."

"My current dream is to eat and wait to die. Those, those worrying and strenuous life on stage are not suitable for—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Qingyin had already turned his head off.

She looked into his eyes and said firmly, "Liar.

"You obviously want to stand on the stage."

Yan Jinghuai didn't know how he exposed himself.

The feeling of suffocation came again, and Yan Jinghuai desperately suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

No.

You can not.

Have a face.

Please, save some self-respect for yourself.

"There is a saying in our circle that a small fire depends on praise, a big fire depends on fate, and strong praise will be wiped out. I have been an artist for many years, and I will become popular sooner."

He squeezed out a smiley face: "I don't have that life, don't waste your money. Find a serious artist, Liu Chang is pretty good."

Wen Qingyin frowned: "But I don't want to be good, I want the best."

"Aren't you a singer, your value should be on the stage, why deny yourself just because you have acted in a shabby web drama."

All intense emotions are gone.Yan Jinghuai put away his smile, and there was only a long-term calm on his face: "But those shabby web dramas are the best jobs I can get."

"Look, I've worked so hard for so many years, and I'm the only one who can get the best job in those crappy online dramas." He said, "Do you know what that means?"

"My hard work and talent are just self-absorbed. The truth is, I'm only worth a role in a bad web drama that can be replaced at any time."

"I don't want to admit it either, but that's the way it is."

Probably felt that the atmosphere was too heavy, and Yan Jinghuai deliberately eased it, so he squeezed his throat, and said in a delicate and disgusting way:

"A boy like me should be a beautiful canary in a golden birdcage. It's not for me to go through thorns and thorns outside."

"You don't need to go through thorns and thorns." Wen Qingyin looked at him, "I will help you remove all obstacles and lay a red carpet on your road, you just need to be responsible for walking."

She was about to say something more when her phone rang.

Wang Defu sent a text message informing her that Wen Yuming was here.

Wen Yuming has had a rough time in recent days.

He had just taken over the position of president, and the new team hadn't settled in well, and he was dizzy and dizzy from being tortured by work every day, but that old boy He Yihong chose to rebel against him at this time.

If you resign, you will resign. Who are you scaring, as if you want to see him too much.It's just right to get out, the chief financial officer is an important position, and he happened to be replaced by one of his own.

But who would have thought that the newly appointed chief financial officer is a showman, only two days after taking office, and before his butt is hot, he made a big mess, causing Wen's Group's stock price to fall off a cliff.

Mr. Wen, who was already busy, made things worse.

But at this time, the little wife called and said that she couldn't survive, and his daughter went to search his house.

The image of Wang Yizhi's little white flower was created very well, but now he is crying all over the place, making Wen Yuming very worried and unable to continue his work.

He ran over to see, oh, the little wife has become a monk.

Wen Qingyin really didn't want to be his daughter in vain, she knew exactly what he was good at, so she stabbed him in the heart.

No, Boss Wen personally drove over to find Director Xiao Wen to settle the score.

Yan Jinghuai originally followed behind Wen Qingyin, when he saw the old man approaching aggressively, he instinctively took a step forward and stood between the two of them, leaving room for Wen Qingyin to escape.

When Wen Yuming saw him, he thought of his daughter's bad marriage, and became even more angry, cursing:

"Go away, what kind of thing are you, an actor, who dares to stand in front of me when you come out to sell goods, I really don't know what your last name is—"

"His surname is Yan. He is my husband. He has a marriage certificate."

Although it was a few steps away, it didn't take long for Wen Qingyin to piss off his father:
"What else do you want to know about him, let me tell you."

Wen Yuming was really mad, and said indiscriminately: "You can hear again, not deaf—"