Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

When Yan He received the message, he was watching a movie at home and didn't pay attention for a while.

It wasn't until the phone rang that she came over from behind.

It's a local, unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for a while, she finally picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"..."

There was silence on the other end for two years. Just as she was about to hang up, a deliberately lowered voice came over: "Hello, Miss Yan."

Be as careful as if you were a thief.

But it sounds familiar.

Yan He paused the movie and sat up from the sofa with a pillow in his arms: "Who is it?"

"I'm Xu Zhao's teammate, Lin Heping. Excuse me, I'm looking for Tangtang's number."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, she still hadn't figured out why the other party called her.

But Xu Zhao was sick, and she didn't have time to think about so many things.

I changed my clothes and went out.

I arrived at the underground parking lot and just sat in the driver's seat when another call came in, but this time it was a WeChat call.

Yan He looked at the words "Xu Zhao" on the screen, put on his headphones, and answered the call without thinking.

"Yan Yan."

"Ah."

"..."

It should be quite serious. The nasal tone is very strong and even the throat can be heard to be hoarse.

After calling her, he fell silent again and said nothing.

The slightly heavy breathing was particularly clear in my ears.

Yan He frowned slightly, turned on the turn signal and turned right. When he got on the road, he spoke softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"......Um."

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

“…It’s all uncomfortable.”

After he fell ill, his usually arrogant personality seemed to have been restrained a lot.

The voice sounds listless and lifeless.

Since he didn't say anything, Yan He told him to hang up the phone and go take a rest.

We drove smoothly all the way to the gate of the base.

This time there was no one waiting at the door. She stood there and pressed the doorbell for a while, and then a pair of hurried footsteps were heard.

"Click" sound.

A head with a tuft of yellow hair poked out: "Miss Yan is here? Come in, come in."

Wei Qi hurriedly opened the door.

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing we can do. If we pull him, we'll probably get beaten up."

"It doesn't matter,"

When Yan He came in, the first thing he saw was a lazy figure wearing a hat sitting on the sofa.

Very depressed.

I walked over quietly and found that the man was not asleep, but was staring at his phone with half-closed eyes.

I don't know what to see.

He called out softly, "Xu Zhao."

The person on the sofa paused, then slowly raised his head, his reaction seeming to be half a beat slower than usual.

Yan He bent down, put his hand on his forehead, and the back of his hand immediately felt like it was being roasted by a ball of fire.

I have a fever, it's not just a common cold.

Just as I was about to let it go, my wrist was grabbed.

Xu Zhao didn't move either. He leaned back on the sofa, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face.

The sharp eyes were now misty, as if covered by a layer of fog: "Yan Yan."

The manager and coach came out of the training room and their eyes widened when they saw the scene.

Xu Zhao was using his illness to act like a hooligan? She was just a little girl, and you held her hand and wouldn't let go.

Yan He let him pull her along, not thinking of arguing with the patient: "Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"..."

Shake his head.

"You have a fever. You can't sit like this. Get up quickly."

"..."

Still shaking his head.

Yan He was helpless.

He raised his head and motioned to the people standing and watching not far away to come over and pull him up. This time, several of them shook their heads and refused.

And put your hands together.

Pray that she can help.

Yan He subconsciously turned his head to look at the fat man next to him, but saw that he suddenly turned his head away.

His face was turned towards the ceiling, as if he knew nothing.

"..."

All those fans they talk about are fake.

The warm touch is still rubbing against my palm.

Yan He lowered his head, looking at the listless Xu Zhao, and couldn't help but stretch out his other hand to pinch him on the face.

"If you don't go, I'm leaving."

He finally spoke: "No."

"Don't go, or don't leave?"

"do not go."

Then he didn't move, just held her stubbornly, looking up, his eyes full of resentment.

If you don’t know, you might think something happened to him.

"...Then let's go to the hospital. Can I accompany you?"

Yan He started to use force on his hands as he spoke, and luckily he was obedient this time.

Stand up.

Just standing with her, holding hands.

It seems that he has no intention of letting go.

Yan He turned around and asked: "Who is driving?"

Lin Heping immediately raised his hand: "I, I, I, I'll take you there."

Wei Qi followed: "I'll come too. More people means more care."

The fat man opened his mouth subconsciously, but let out a scream.

The coach grabbed his neck and walked towards the training room: "Hurry up and train well, or I will skin you alive."

“Why don’t they use it?”

"Their remaining live broadcast time is less than half of yours, and the international server has already been launched this month. What do you think?"

"...Then you can't abuse me!"

"If you keep eating and not doing anything, I'll teach you what real abuse is."

Yan He pulled the person into the car and sat him down. The wailing in the house became quieter and quieter.

She glanced unconsciously, and her hand was tightened tightly.

Draw her attention back.

"what happened?"

"Yan Yan just hung up on me."

"No."

The only thing that answered her was a silent and aggrieved gaze. Yan He seemed to see his long tail, drooping.

"..."

Think about it carefully.

Somewhat funny.

"I just want you to stop talking to me and rest for a while, okay?"

Xu Zhao lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the two people's tightly held hands, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Just when Yan He turned his head to look away.

"It's no big deal."

"Ok?"

"You hung up on me."

"..."

The two people in front who are watching the show may have their brains burned out, but they are still showing off.

But since he is a patient, we should be more considerate of him.

Yan He nodded and agreed: "It's my fault. I will definitely not hang you up next time."

Some people always know how to take advantage of others and try to climb up the pole.

"I also go to other people's live broadcast rooms to give gifts. I also have live broadcasts."

"..."

Brother, didn't we already let this go yesterday? Why are you bringing it up again?

"Why are not you talking?"

"Hmm."

Yan He continued to nod: "You are right, next time I won't watch it, I will only watch yours."

"Perfunctory."

"......"

When the person next to him was about to continue complaining, Yan He reached out and covered his mouth.

"Just be quiet for a while, okay?"

"You still won't let me speak."

Yan He almost made him laugh, and touched his head: "Are you a little princess? You always need to be coaxed."