Are you sure you want to divorce me?

When Wen Wenyao reluctantly moved into the ward the next day, Han Yufeng was still awake.

He was actually very unwell yesterday. The torment of high fever and continuous abdominal pain made him toss for most of the night after he left, and he couldn't sleep until it was dark.

Han Yufeng, who was asleep, lost all his fierce aura and looked gentle and harmless. The hair that fell down yesterday was still hanging down, softly sticking to his face.Wen Wenyao accidentally put his hand on his forehead, but unexpectedly touched a stove, which made him leave quickly.

How can it be so hot? !No, no, that's not the point, the point is that he obviously has a high fever, why is his face still so pale?This made Wen Wenyao feel an unknown fear in his heart, as if he would die silently if he didn't wake him up again.

So, he reached out and pushed Han Yufeng, "Hey! Hey! Han Yufeng! Wake up! Hey! Don't die!"

Wen Wenyao has always been careless, his hands are not serious, and he doesn't care whether the person lying on the bed is a patient or not, anyway, he just shakes violently.Han Yufeng had been forcibly suppressing his nausea, how could he stand shaking like this?Immediately, he turned his head and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood.

This time, Wen Wenyao was really frightened. He jumped up from the chair like an electric shock, and pointed at the person on the bed tremblingly, "You...you..."

It was strange for Han Yufeng not to wake up after being tossed like this. He opened his eyes to look at the blood on the ground, and then at Wen Wenyao who was about to cry, and he was still in the mood to comfort him, "It's okay, it's residual blood, just spit it out .”

He supported the bed with his hands and wanted to sit up, but the softness brought by the high fever made him unable to use any strength at all. As soon as he let go of his hands, he fell back on the bed again.Wen Wenyao was startled again, and after realizing it, he quickly stepped forward to help him lean on the head of the bed, and stuffed a pillow behind him, which was the most careful thing he did in his life.

"Hey! Weak chicken, what's going on with you?"

"Yesterday you kept calling 'teacher' one after another, but today you turn your face and deny anyone?" Han Yufeng's voice is particularly magnetic, it sounds as beautiful as the strings of a cello. It is no wonder that various institutions like to invite him to give lectures. Pass on entrepreneurial experience.

At this time, due to illness, he was a little more weak and hoarse, which on the contrary touched the heart of the romantic young master Wen Wenyao even more.After all, men, who doesn't want to be protective?Wen Wenyao's attitude towards him softened a bit at this time, but he still refused to admit it.

He straightened his neck and retorted, "I had no choice but to do so yesterday. You don't really think I like being your student, do you? I did it for my dad."

"I know."

"You know? You know a..."

"Stop swearing."

"..." He hasn't said that word yet, how does this person know?What if he said "you know what a ghost" instead of "you know what a fart"?

At this moment, Wen Wenyao can still think wildly.

"If you are doing it for your father, you should be more motivated and take over the burden of Jiuding, not like you are now."

"What's going on now? Han Yufeng, who are you to me? Why do you care about this?" Wen Wenyao didn't know why, but when he met this person, he was like a hedgehog, always wanting to hurt others, as if he could protect himself like this of.

"..." I will soon be your husband, Han Yufeng added in his heart, now he seems to be able to understand why someone can decide to get married in just one day of getting along, probably this is fate .