When the house family was hidden by the golden house

Wei Yubai thought over and over again, but of course he didn't come up with any good solution.

After the private doctor left, the crown prince lay down on the bed with a dejected expression on his face, feeling uneasy.

...shouldn't be a waste.

Anyway, drive a car with a roof.

Are you over pretending?

Yan Fan looked at Wei who was in a daze on the bed and sighed. It just so happened that the hospitable auntie cooked a bowl of hot soup. Yan Fan ate = took it, took the soup bowl in his hand, it was warm, a bowl of ginger soup.

"Drink some, it will get better soon." The young man scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Wei Yubai's mouth.

Wei Yubai opened his mouth numbly and drank it. It wasn't hot, and the temperature Yan Fan blew was just right.

He stretched out his arms to wrap around Yan Fan's waist, dejectedly like a dog with a droopy coat soaked in the rain, "How about tomorrow's competition?"

Yan Fan thought for a while, "Is your match scheduled for tomorrow? How about a little delay?"

Wei Yubai shook his head and said, "The schedule is progressing at the same time. Five hundred people, two-on-two is the first round. There is no way to postpone it. If you don't participate, you will forfeit the match."

Yan Fan also had a headache.

But he still tried his best to comfort him, "It's okay, I believe in you, even if you are sick, you can win the game. Now you have a good sleep, maybe you will be better tomorrow?"

Wei Yubai nodded, hummed lightly, and got into the blanket.

There is no heating and air conditioning in the village, not even an electric blanket and a small sun.

Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, there was still a gust of wind blowing from all directions.

After lying down for a while, Wei Yubai poked his head out from under the quilt, and said in a hoarse voice, "...it's cold."

In fact, Yan Fan was also terribly cold.

Fortunately, he insisted on exercising on weekdays, and his physical fitness was not bad. Otherwise, he would probably have to lie in bed by now.

Yan Fan thought for a while, then turned around and went out to ask the master to bring in another quilt.

The owner didn't have too many quilts, only this winter quilt, so he brought in a thick blanket.

Not very useful, but better than nothing.

But the crown prince has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, and now he is sick, and it is even worse in this place.

Yan Fan was in trouble for a while.

What should I do?

Do you want someone to bring it?

It's a bit off the beaten path, but if you drive here, you should arrive in a few hours, right?

Wouldn't the doctor come soon?

How did Boss Yan know that it was his family's personal doctor.I have been following these ancestors from the capital to Xiaomingtang.

The private doctor didn't bring any quilts or anything like that, and he probably didn't expect that one day the prince would be shivering from the cold without a quilt.

Yan Fan shivered when he saw the cold, and felt distressed at the sight, so he had no choice but to go out to find someone to borrow a quilt.

It's a pity that not everyone has extra quilts at home, and most people are unwilling to borrow them.

Boss Yan spent money to buy two quilts and came back.

All of a sudden, he threw himself on Wei Yubai's body, covering him tightly.

Only then did Wei Yubai get in comfortably.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened.

Mr. Yan had nothing to do, so he started to deal with the accumulated work.

The location is remote, the signal is not good, and he can't directly hold a video conference, which is not suitable for this scene.

So they had to choose the extremely inefficient docking one by one, which flattered each supervisor.

Yan Fan felt that there was nothing wrong with this, so he did a quarterly survey and summary in advance.

When he didn't know, Wei Yubai secretly poked out a pair of eyes from under the quilt, and stared at him without going smoothly.

He was working so hard that he didn't notice the gaze on him.

His silhouette was softened by the wobbly lights. He was sitting with his back to Wei Yubai, softly fiddling with the computer in his hand.

When Mr. Yan goes out, he always takes his work notebook with him no matter where he goes. He is very precious to that notebook.

Wei Yubai thought it was a bit tasteful, hum, what's the point of working, is it fun to have him?

Why don't you talk to him?

Just keep working on the work?

Is it because he doesn't have enough money?

This is really unfair.

Yan Fan actually wanted to talk to him, but he didn't want to affect his rest. He decided to start working when he was bored and had nothing to do.

If he knew that he was misunderstood in this way, he would immediately defend himself with Wei Yubai.

I don't know how long it took before the belated Mr. Yan noticed that unusual sight. He turned around and saw Wei who was hiding under the quilt with only messy hair and a pair of eyes exposed.

Yan Fan couldn't help laughing, and asked softly, "Xiaobai, what's wrong?"

"Is there a lot of work?" Wei Yubai asked.

Yan Fan pressed the sore cervical spine, shook his head, and said, "Fortunately, not many. It's just that I don't have much to do, so I thought about doing some work."

Wei Yubai shrank his shoulders, pouted his lips, and said pitifully, "...cold."

Only then did Yan Fan suddenly realize that it was already night and the temperature was indeed getting cooler.

After being told by Wei Yubai, he realized that he was also cold. He rubbed his frozen hands, walked to the side of the bed, and asked softly, "Then I'll find you a quilt again?"

It stands to reason that three large quilts have already been covered. Although this quilt is not very important, it shouldn't be cold anyway.

But Yan Fan didn't think about it that much. He heard people say it was cold, so he turned around and went out to find a quilt.

Just as he turned around, his hand was grabbed by someone.

"Don't go." The boy said hoarsely, his eyes were red, and he looked very fragile.

Yan Fan felt as if his heart had been hit hard with a hammer, and he was almost out of breath.

So he went back again, sat by the bed, and said, "I won't go."

"Then you are very cold, what do you want me to do?" Yan Fan smiled helplessly.

He somewhat guessed what Wei Yubai meant.

Really, how can you act like a baby?

He really couldn't resist, what else could he do?Let him alone.

Wei Yubai smiled triumphantly, lifted the quilt, patted the hard wooden bed, and warmly invited, "Brother, sleep with me~"

Yan Fan laughed angrily, after thinking about it, he took off his shoes and coat, and got under the covers.

At the beginning, Wei Yubai didn't dare to be too presumptuous, the two of them just lay together on that crowded little bed.

But this bed is so small, it can't accommodate two tall men, and there must be places where they bump into each other.

Wei Yubai's breathing became more and more urgent, and his face became more and more rosy.

Yan Fan looked at him suspiciously, and there were some tiny spots of light in his watery phoenix eyes.

Wei Yubai breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, let it go.

So in the next second, the crown prince struggled to prop up the three big quilts, pressed his whole body on Yan Fan, and then lay down straight.

Yan Fan almost gave him his breath, and patted his face angrily, "What are you doing? You want to crush me to death?"

Wei Yubai buried his head in his arms, and said lazily, "Hug."

Yan Fan said that he was so cute, so he stretched out his hand and hugged her.

It's strange to say that, in the past, he would blush just thinking about this kind of thing.

Now that I've been with Wei Yubai for a long time, I don't know why, maybe because this person is too clingy, I want to hug him every now and then, after a while, he's actually gotten used to it.

Even having fun with it.

Wei Yubai enjoyed Yan Fan's embrace peacefully, and Yan Fan carried a little bit of cold fragrance on his body.

"Is it okay to hug and sleep today?" Wei Yubai began to act like a baby.

Yan Fan looked at his ruddy face, seeing how he was improving, and suspected that this guy must have recovered from his illness.

He immediately wanted to refuse, and the roots of his ears slowly warmed up.

But then I thought about it, why should I refuse?

Isn't it a matter of time?

Being in love with each other or something... It's only natural that there is any next step, right?

He repeatedly thought of Wei Yubai's face-to-face saying that he was going to be suffocated at such a young age, and he felt shy for a while.

But it's really a matter of time, isn't it?

Since we have to face it sooner or later, it is better to be mentally prepared earlier.

Yan Fan swallowed saliva, and said in a moved voice, "Hold me like this all night? What if I'm crushed to death?"

He symbolically pushed the person on him, and Wei Yubai obediently rolled off him, lying on his side and hugging him.

"Then how about this, is it okay?" The boy's eyes were shining brightly, and he blinked.

"Okay." Yan Fan dragged his voice and said dotingly.

"Brother Yan is the best." The crown prince habitually rubbed his face against the man's neck, and joy overflowed from his voice.

"Want something to eat?" Yan Fan reached out and touched Wei Yubai's forehead. The young man has a good foundation and is no longer hot.

It should be a fever.

After being told by Yan Fan, Wei Yubai suddenly became hungry.

"Brother Yan?" Wei Yubai sniffed and asked.

"What do you want to eat? I don't know if the master's house has any food. I'll make two at random, and I'll make do with it, okay?" Yan Fan's voice was so gentle that it could soak in water in the night.

"Are you kidding me! Can eating a meal cooked by your wife be considered a casual thing? That's an honor! An honor!" Wei Yubai said in an exaggerated tone.

"That's it." Yan Fan smiled lightly.

In the cold winter of March and September, the quilt is the only place that can resist the severe cold, but if the crown prince said a word, President Yan would get out of bed without saying a word. In the middle of the night, there might be no hot water for living and cooking.

Before he could go down, he was hugged back by someone again.

"Forget it. Don't eat." Wei Yubai's face was covered with half of the quilt, and his voice was muffled and nasal.

President Yan fell back on the bed again, "Why don't you eat?"

"Miss you. Before you left, I started to miss you."

Yan Fan couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you so clingy?"

"Isn't it good to be clingy? I don't know how many girls like a well-behaved man like me."

"It's very attractive to girls."

"Yes. But that's useless. Brother Yan, do you like it? You have to like it."

Yan Fan smiled, "Of course I like it."

What Wei Yubai hated the most was the way this man smiled.

When he smiled, it took his soul away.

The prince swallowed, turned over and pushed the person down, his hoarse voice was full of affection, "Brother Yan, give it to me, okay?"

Before Yan Fan could react, he was already suppressed.

Hearing the boy's words, he began to tremble slightly, instinctively a little scared.

The ears also slowly turned red under the moonlight.

"Is...here? I think..."

The words of refusal were not spoken.

Ahhh.

It was eaten by Wei Yubai.