Dressed as a high-risk occupation

Shen Yan was very excited, as soon as this movement came out, it became extremely noisy in the surprisingly quiet living room, and Ying Chen was also called in.

Jiang Wen'an once again entered that place full of fog and lost his way again.

He could hear Yanyan's voice calling him again, but he couldn't find his way back.

"Mr. moved! His hand! It really moved just now!"

Ying Chen looked at it for a while but didn't see any movement, he thought that Shen Yan had stayed here for too long and had hallucinations.

"Your Highness, I'm here to watch Mr. Jiang. You should go and have a rest first. It's been three days and three nights. How can we do this?"

Shen Yan turned a deaf ear to it, and held his husband's hand again, pressing his forehead against his hand to feel his pulse.

No one can persuade him, and it has been like this for several days.

Yingchen shook his head, he could only go outside and watch.

The emperor had already woken up, but Shen Yan didn't want to see him, and he didn't want to make a fuss. He could only lie that His Royal Highness and Mr. Jiang had been hit by the river god just like the emperor, and that the anger on their bodies After all, luck is not as good as that of the emperor, so the body is even weaker, and it is really impossible to face the saint, so the emperor has no doubts.

On the fourth day, Jiang Wen'an still didn't wake up.

At this time, a guest came from outside, saying that he could save Jiang Wen'an.

Shen Yan was desperate, so naturally he wanted to try any method, but the person who didn't want to come was Zuiyuntai's oiran - Fei Yan.

When Fei Yan came, she was dressed in fluffy pink clothes, with a light veil still covering her face, but judging from the pair of eyes that were exposed with frost, she was not at all gaudy.

"Are you really able to save Mr.? If you can really save your life, I am willing to give you anything you want."

When Fei Yan saw him for the first time, she took a few careful glances, but now she seemed not interested in everything, she just glanced at him quickly, and then her eyes fell on the almost pale man lying quietly on the bed. On Jiang Wen'an.

But with just one glance, he could clearly see Shen Yan's anxiety and exhaustion.

He nodded, waved his sleeves filled with the scent of flowers, and said in a cold voice, "Go out."

Shen Yan looked at Ying Chen like that, and the latter walked out immediately.

The pink sleeves paused for a moment, then moved back, "You guys, you go out too."

Shen Yan was obviously unwilling, and held her husband's hand tightly, "I want to stay here with my husband."

Ying Chen has persuaded him countless times in the past few days, knowing that he can't be persuaded, he just watched helplessly.

Fei Yan's slender eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and he said indifferently: "It's so dirty, go out and take a bath."

Shadow Chen: "..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Fei Yan still acted like a normal person, "Do you want him to see you like this when he wakes up?"

"Jiang Wen'an likes to be clean the most."

Hearing this, the defense in Shen Yan's heart was broken, and he reluctantly kissed the back of his husband's hand. At that moment, Fei Yan turned his face away, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his clear eyes.

He said impatiently, "Hurry up."

Only then did Shen Yan let go of his hand.

Jiang Wen'an seemed to smell a nice fragrance, and then passed out.

In a daze, he saw an image, and he knew it was him and Yanyan in the parallel world.

Yanyan has lived with him in modern times for a long time, and Jiang Wen'an has gotten used to it for a long time.

Suddenly one day, Yanyan said that he was leaving.

After seeing him off, Jiang Wenan was heartbroken, but still very grateful for the wonderful time he had.

"I'll find you," he said at last.

Jiang Wen'an slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a familiar face, his throat was dry, and he still wanted to call him: "Yan... Yan."

Words?

There was a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, and the pink gauze was casually placed aside.

He stuffed a pill into Jiang Wenan's mouth and watched him swallow it.

"Hmm." He responded.

"Go to sleep first."

Jiang Wen'an, who was delirious, didn't notice that his voice was different from Shen Yan's, and fell asleep contentedly after getting a response.

He had a premonition that he would be able to see Yanyan after waking up.

Ying Chen was dozing off when he suddenly smelled a scent, and when he opened his eyes, he saw someone stuff a pouch into his hand, "Give it to Shen Yan, remember to fry a pair of medicine for Jiang Wen'an every morning and evening." , I’ll start drinking tonight. Pay attention to let him pay more attention, don’t let him get close to any soul witchcraft in the short term, and don’t stimulate him.”

Fei Yan paused for a moment, and added: "You can't have intercourse."

When Yingchen came back to his senses, the person had disappeared.

Looking up at the last moment, Yingchen saw his flashing face, and forgot to respond for a moment.

Shen Yan washed herself clean and changed into a set of clothes.

In fact, it wasn't very dirty at first, and it didn't smell bad at all, but it just looked extremely haggard after being extremely exhausted.

But my husband likes clean ones, Fei Yan is right.

So Shen Yan honestly cleaned up the somewhat piercing little stubble that grew on his face, and burned incense to smoke his clothes for a long time.

He believes that the husband will definitely wake up this time, and he will greet him with the best face.

The first medicine was already frying in the casserole, just waiting for Jiang Wenan to wake up.

According to Fei Yan, the husband should wake up tonight.

Jiang Wen'an's face returned to a healthy and rosy appearance, and when midnight was approaching, he finally woke up slowly.

Shen Yan kept his eyes on and waited anxiously, so naturally he found out at the first time.

At this time, Yingchen couldn't hold on any longer, and fell asleep with his head propped up on the verandah.

Shen Yan was ecstatic, and made a series of frantic movements. First, he pressed his palm to his forehead, and then leaned over to talk to him in his ear.

He held it wholeheartedly, even though he saw that Mr. had opened his eyes, he did not let go, "Sir? Are you really awake?"

Jiang Wen'an lay down and tapped his chin as a response.

While the latter was ecstatic, he took his hand again, lowered his head and touched it with his lips, "Sir, what else is uncomfortable?"

Jiang Wen'an shook his head, just wanted to speak but felt his throat was very hoarse, he moved his fingers, and spoke with difficulty: "Water..."

"Water?" Shen Yan immediately poured a glass of water, helped her husband sit up, and fed him another three glasses of water.

Jiang Wen'an felt that his throat was moistened a lot, and his body was not too uncomfortable. He cleared his throat, "Yanyan."

Hearing him call his name, Shen Yan's nose was sore. She couldn't help hugging her husband, but she was afraid that it would be uncomfortable if she hugged him tightly, and she was afraid that everything was just his fleeting dream if she didn't hug him tightly.

In a dilemma, he muttered to himself: "Thank God, thank you sir, thank you sir for waking up."

Jiang Wen'an couldn't help laughing.

Shen Yan never believed in the theory of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.

"Almost forgot, sir, you should take medicine now, and you can fall asleep after taking medicine." After finishing speaking, Shen Yan reluctantly let go.

Ying Chen fell asleep, he did it himself, poured out the medicine warmed in the casserole, and brought it to Mr.

Jiang Wen'an wanted to reach out to take it, but was avoided, and Shen Yan insisted on feeding him himself.

After lowering his head and blowing on the spoon, Shen Yan brought the dark, steaming medicine to his mouth.

Jiang Wen'an drank it obediently.

He frowned: "It's so bitter."

Shen Yanjun frowned slightly, even if he didn't drink it, he could already smell the strong smell of the medicine, it didn't taste much better after all, but sir had to drink it.

I can only coax: "Well, but I forgot to buy candied fruit, can you bear with me, sir?"

Jiang Wen'an shook his head, and saw that Shen Yan's face became more worried.

He didn't know how many days he had slept, but he felt as if he hadn't seen Yanyan for a long time, and found that his face was thinner, and he could imagine that he must not have eaten properly during the days when he was unconscious.

"Yanyan, are there any pastries here?"

Coincidentally there is.

Jiang Wen'an liked mung bean cakes very much, and even Shen Yan fell in love with them. He didn't eat anything else for the past few days, and only asked Yingchen to prepare mung bean cakes, so that he could eat them immediately after he woke up.

"There is mung bean cake that Mr. likes, but it's already cold."

Every day, he would send someone to deliver freshly baked mung bean cakes. From dawn to dusk, the hot mung bean cakes were also waiting to cool down.

"It's ok."

Mung bean cake is delicious hot, but also has a special flavor when cold.

So Shen Yan took the mung bean cake and presented it.

"Sweet?"

Shen Yan nodded, "It's sweet, sir likes it."

Seeing that he couldn't leave himself behind every word, Jiang Wen'an couldn't help laughing.

"You help me taste it first."

Shen Yan obediently ate a piece, looked at her husband and said, "It's sweet."

Jiang Wen'an nodded, "Eat a few more pieces."

As he said, he took the bowl in Shen Yan's hand, "If you eat a piece, I'll take a sip."

Seeing that Shen Yan ate four or five yuan down, he also drank a few mouthfuls of the medicine juice, and finally there was only one bottom, the thickest and bitterest part, and he felt bored.

The slender index finger and thumb interlaced, picked up a piece of mung bean cake, and gently stuffed it between Shen Yan's teeth.

"Is this one sweet too?"

Shen Yan didn't know why, so he nodded in a daze, and was about to swallow it.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Wen'an hurriedly stopped him, his thin eyelids drooping.

He said softly, "I'll try it."

As soon as the words were finished, warm fingertips rested on Shen Yan's delicate chin, and the next moment, lips with a hint of medicine smell fell on the mung bean cake, and lips touched lips.

Shen Yan blinked, and the eyelashes lightly brushed over Jiang Wen'an's cheeks, which were a little itchy.

Gritting his white teeth lightly, the tip of his tongue rolled back, Jiang Wen'an stole half of the mung bean cake from between his lips and teeth.

In the process of chewing slowly, the sweet pastry aroma spreads in the mouth, diluting the bitterness remaining between the teeth.

"It's pretty sweet."

Jiang Wen'an wanted to raise his head to see Shen Yan's reaction, but found that the latter was motionless, as if someone had cast some immobilizing spell on him.

Jiang Wen'an couldn't help laughing, he lowered his head and ate a piece of mung bean cake before looking up at him, "Stupid?"

As soon as he said this, he found that Yanyan's face turned red again at an unbelievable speed, from shock to ecstasy, his emotions were almost written on his face.

When his hand was caught, Jiang Wen'an was amazed at the hot temperature in his palm, which could penetrate his clothes and touch his skin, making him feel his fiery love.

Shen Yan's hands trembled a little, and his fingers rested on his lips tremblingly, like a little girl who was underestimated by someone, and his voice trembled a little: "Mr... sir?"

"Is that what I thought it meant?"

Jiang Wen'an lowered his head and poked the few mung bean cakes left on the plate with his fingertips, his eyes wandered randomly and he just didn't look at him.He muttered and pretended to be stupid: "What do you mean? I don't know."

"Sir..." At the moment of dreaming, Shen Yan was a little shy and hopeless, and he whispered: "That's... sir, are you willing to let me be your husband?"

He wanted to tease him in his heart, but when it really got to this point, Jiang Wen'an also felt his face was a little hot.

This person called Mr., Brother, and now he turned around and asked Jiang Wenan to call him Husband?Don't you think this relationship is a little messed up?

Jiang Wen'an suddenly felt a little funny.

And his little hesitation made Shen Yan unable to wait any longer. He grabbed Mr.'s hand and said, "Then it's fine for Mr. to be my husband. As long as Mr. is happy, it's fine."

Jiang Wen'an laughed and shook his head.

"Don't be nervous, what you just said... I am also willing."

He doesn't have any obsessions in this regard, and the concept he upholds is that as long as Yan Yan is happy, that's all.

Xiaoxiong's words and the dream of living with Xiao Yanyan in the modern world made him think through it. People don't have to be obsessed with the illusory and unpredictable future. If you are frightened by what happens, you can choose another way of living, live in the present moment, and enjoy the present moment.

In the past, Jiang Wen'an could firmly say that he was not a hedonist, but now he felt that he was.

He wants to enjoy the moment with Yanyan and create beautiful memories together every minute and every second, even if they may be separated one day.

The present is eternity, and he is willing to have a dream of growing old together with Yanyan in the present eternity.

This time, he wanted to be brave.

Looking at the anxious and ecstatic look on the face of the person in front of him and the faint purple eyes, Jiang Wen'an felt a little distressed, and he stretched his hand towards Shen.

"Yanyan, give me a hug."

The author has something to say: Hmm...Sir, brother, maybe it will be a kind of interest in the future?

During the day I call my brother, at night I call my brother (bushi)

Anyway, we are finally together! ! !Sprinkle flowers! ! !