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Chapter 225 – After the Night

Fu Yan didn't get up for morning exercises the next day.

The "Dawn" people discovered this since he didn't go to breakfast.Wu Zifei also made Fu Yan's favorite noodles topped with minced tomato and meat for breakfast. He didn't know whether to keep it for him, so he simply sent a copy to Fu Yan's door.

It was Fengming who opened the door to pick up the food. Wu Zifei didn't say that he wanted to go in, but he just raised the insulated lunch box in his hand and asked, "I boiled the noodles here. Brother Yan, do you want to eat now? I'll help him mix it now." .”

Feng Mingyao only replied with one sentence: "He is sleeping."

"...Still sleeping?" Wu Zifei said, "Is it time to wake up? If you can't afford it, just leave this tomato sauce. Brother Yan will make the noodles himself, just mix and eat at any time."

"I don't know when to get up." Feng Ming was about to take over the heat preservation box containing tomato meat sauce, and was about to close the door when Wu Zifei said again, "Wait a minute, I also brought the antipyretic and internal wound medicine. Yan Is your fever gone? Do you need a doctor?"

Fengming should be fairly familiar with the people of "Dawn", and he could still answer some simple questions: "Retired. No need for a doctor."

"That's good." Wu Zifei stuffed things into his hands, "Although the fever is gone, I bought all the medicines, so I'll take them with you. The instructions for use are also in the bag. Remember to talk to Brother Yan and Mr. Fan explain."

Feng Ming has never had any doubts about these things, so he accepted them all and closed the door.

Wu Zifei returned to "Dawn", and Cen Yi was waiting, so he immediately leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How is it, have you seen anyone?"

"No." Wu Zifei recited the conversation between himself and Fengming verbatim, and when Cen Yi heard it, he thumped his palm, "Sure enough!"

Wu Zifei didn't know what kind of wound medicine he brought, he was still confused when he heard it: "Ah? What?"

"It's nothing." Cen Yi waved his hand, turned around and went upstairs to find Cen Yi.

"Sister." As soon as Cen Yi entered Cen Yi's room, he closed the door behind his back, "Wu Zifei came back with breakfast."

Cen Yi didn't even need him to mention the premise, and asked directly: "How is it?"

"Absolutely right!" Cen Yi said, "The fever has subsided, and I still can't get up this morning, and I have taken the wound medicine, that must be the cause of the trouble!"

"It's been so noisy since I just came back, but I really have energy." Cen Yi sighed, paused, and suddenly lowered her voice, "Hey, tell me, do you have to prepare something for Fu Yan? I think the boss You may not have prepared for this, maybe it was because you were not prepared that you made it so miserable..."

She was gesturing while talking, and Cen Yi was speechless: "Even if you are a real sibling, you wouldn't tell me everything so bluntly..."

"Where is this and when is it, why am I still hiding it from you? If we get to this kind of juncture in the future, we may have to take care of each other." Cen Yi glanced at him and replied, "But this matter It’s really hard for me to show up. You can look for it. I think you’ll know if you ask Mr. Shen and Mr. Dai. After you’ve found it, you can just stuff it for Fu Yan in private, and you don’t need to say anything. Fu Yan can use it if he needs it, and he doesn’t need it. No need, let's not ask more questions afterwards."

"Okay, then I'll go for a run." Cen Yi nodded, "By the way, I've told Fu Yan about the channel, so that he won't be embarrassed to ask again if he wants to use it."

Cen Yi said: "You can figure it out."

"Row."

***

When Fu Yan woke up, he felt heavy in his head and body.

The heavy head is probably due to the quality of sleep, and the heavy body is because it was "dismantled" at night... and now it is firmly "locked" in the arms by a big guy.

Fu Yan couldn't help but push this big guy: "...Get out."

After speaking, Fu Yan realized that his voice was very hoarse.He couldn't help coughing a few times, and touched his throat with a big palm: "...Does your throat feel uncomfortable?"

"It's not you..." Fu Yan pushed him again, "Take your hands away, you're dead again."

"Blame me? You want to scold the street yourself, and you still grind your teeth on me. I can only let you scold and bite me." Fu Yan put on a bad face and spoke in a bad tone, but Fan Xiangyi was in a very happy mood, and touched his crotch again. Back waist, "Aside from the throat, what other discomforts do you have on your body?"

"...No. If there is, wouldn't it be a waste of the panacea that His Majesty forced on me?" Fu Yan sat up slowly and pressed the center of his brows, "But you are very tired, you are really... like a mad dog! "

"I'll take it as a compliment." Fan Xiang saw that when he got up, the hem of his pajamas was lifted up a little, and he couldn't help leaning over to kiss him on the belly.Fu Yan was startled, and grabbed his hair and pulled it back: "You've had enough, are you going to bite again?"

"Stop biting, or you will curse again." Fan Xiangyi stepped back a little according to his strength, and lay beside him with a satiated expression that could be seen with the naked eye, "But I think some human beings just suck like that." Cat's? Because I'm so obsessed with cats...uh..."

"Maomao" Fu Yan picked up his pillow and covered his face.

That posture seemed to smother Fan Xiangyi to death.But it was all in vain. Even if Fu Yan's hands were tired, Fan Xiangyi might not react too much.So Fu Yan didn't put much effort in, he covered it for a few seconds and then let go.Fan Xiangyi lifted the pillow leisurely, turned his head to look at Fu Yan: "Stop playing?"

"Who is playing with you?" Fu Yan kicked him under the quilt, "I told you to get up, don't you understand? My bed is already small, and you insisted on squeezing me in it to death."

"I'm fine with it. It's fun to squeeze a little..." Fan Xiangyi clamped his legs, like a lazy lion, "Change to a bigger bed?"

Fu Yan said, "No money."

Fan Xiang was amused: "I want your money?"

Fu Yan said again: "There is no place."

Fan Xiangyi: "Just let me go in that room."

Fu Yan was stunned when he heard this: "That's not your study..."

Fan Xiangyi: "Anyway, it's just for show."

Fu Yan: "..."

He had nothing to say, and simply moved forward slowly: "It's up to you. Anyway, it's your place."

After the young man got out of bed, he changed his clothes on his own.When he took off his pajamas, he could feel the reality of the eyes piercing his back.He touched the back of his neck subconsciously, and always felt that there seemed to be some kind of trace left there - although under the treatment of the elixir, it should have disappeared by now.

Fu Yan quickly changed his clothes, opened the door and left the bedroom.Fan Xiangyi concentrated on watching his back, and didn't sit up until his figure completely disappeared.

***

Fu Yan had a late lunch.

"Dawn" was given too much as usual, and the part that Fu Yan couldn't finish was all given to Fan Xiangyi and Feng Ming.Fan Xiangyi cleaned up Fu Yan's leftovers carelessly, and Feng Ming only got a bowl of soup.After the child finished drinking, he gave Fu Yan all the medicine Wu Zifei sent, and said, "There is still tomato minced meat in the refrigerator, which is for breakfast."

"Huh?" Fu Yan casually flipped through the medicine and instructions in the bag, "Let's save it to see if we can eat supper tonight, or we can solve it tomorrow morning... Fuck, why did they give you this thing?"

As soon as Fan Xiang heard the words, he took a look at what Fu Yan had thrown on the table just now: "What offended you? This is the antipyretic you drank yesterday. This is... oh."

Fan Xiangyi raised his eyebrows, picked up the unmarked bottle, opened the lid and smelled it, and laughed lowly: "They still worry about you? But you haven't shown up all day, how do they know?"

How could Fu Yan know where to go? He would never have guessed that it was the blind sister and brother surnamed Cen who ran into a dead mouse.After much deliberation, Fu Yan felt that there must be something wrong with Fan Xiangyi, so he tilted his head to stare at the man and said, "Didn't you imply that?"

"Charge me for nothing?" Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pinched Fu Yan's chin, "I just asked them to find antipyretics yesterday, and nothing else was said. It hurts, and I can't sleep well after tossing and turning. I feel terrified when I look at you, so I don't have the mind to think about other things."

He spoke seriously, and Fu Yan could easily tell that what he said was not a lie, and his suspicion suddenly weakened.

"It's just a question, what's 'charge'." Fu Yan slapped his hand away with little effort, then turned to Fengming and said, "If they offer this again, they will refuse it, no need."

Fan Xiangyi put his hand on the back of his chair: "I think I can try it."

Fu Yan turned to look at him: "Why, Your Majesty thinks that the pills he took out are not enough?"

To be honest, when Fan Xiangyi gave Fu Yan the pill at night, Fu Yan was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.If it weren't for the immediate effect of the elixir, Fu Yan's fatigue and discomfort would have subsided quickly, and he lost his temper with Fan Xiang, who was so high and low that he insisted on feeding the medicine with his mouth.

Although Fu Yan felt that Fan Xiangyi might use this medicine to torment himself a few more times in the future, but it is undeniable that the medicine is really effective.Now that Fan Xiangyi actually said that he would try the medicine made by people in this world, Fu Yan couldn't help but look sideways.

But Fan Xiangyi said meaningfully: "I think the medicine is very effective."

"what?"

"Even the traces have been completely removed." Fan Xiangyi pinched the back of his neck with his fingers, "It's all gone, it always makes me feel like a dream last night, unreal."

Fu Yan's whole body trembled when he pinched him.The young man touched here subconsciously this morning because he always had the illusion of being bitten and bleeding last night.After taking the medicine, although he could no longer feel any traces, Fu Yan always felt that there was still a faint tactile sensation left here.

He gritted his teeth and pushed Fan Xiangyi's hand away, and said with a sullen expression, "You are not real yet? Then if you have a sense of reality, I might want to kill the king."

"Killing the king?" Fan Xiangyi smiled lowly, "It's killing F..."

Fu Yan kicked him mercilessly, got up and left the table.

Now Fu Yan is not what it used to be. Fan Xiangyi actually hurt a little from being kicked, but he didn't care at all, and even felt a little happy.Now he felt that he was a little lost and crazy, maybe Fu Yan would hold him down and beat him up, and he would feel extremely happy.

Fan Xiangyi quickly got up and followed, leaning towards the young man's side and rear, "Didn't you want to chat?"

Fu Yan didn't turn his head back, but replied: "...to your study."

"Okay." Fan Xiang said, "Do you still like that study room? Stay and change beds in other rooms?"

"Don't ask me, you can figure it out yourself."

"Ha, I want to respect you..."

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