Kanto Fengyue

With Yao Ting's hair, he whispered heartbroken: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you." Then he yelled out the door, calling Han Jianfeng and Shen Ye over.

Shen Ye was left in Meixiang Bookstore for a few days, and He Yaoting's body gradually improved, and his energy gradually recovered.

Han Jianfeng was worried, and planned to ask him to go to the hospital for a careful examination, and then returned to He's house to recuperate slowly if there was no serious problem.But He Yaoting refused, because it is not suitable for him to walk around at this time, and if he shows up there, he is afraid that he will attract another killer.

Han Jianfeng deliberated for a long time, and finally reluctantly agreed, but only wanted to keep Shen Ye in Jiangbei to take care of him, and asked by phone three times a day.

Zhang Yaoyun still had classes at school, and after He Yaoting's health improved significantly, he went back to Jiangnan by boat, and came back by boat the next day to see him.

Although He Yaoting had been ill for a while, but he was able to make Zhang Yaoyun take care of him, and his mood brightened like a spring sun in March.

The first thing He Yaoting did after recovering his mind was to ask, "Where's Xiao Wu?"

Feng Wu's expression was as usual, He Yaoting saw him standing in front of him with full beard and tail, he felt a little happy in his heart, and then calmed down on the brows.

He stared straight at Feng Wu for a moment, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

Feng Wu's face paled for a moment, he took a breath, frowned slightly, and then let go.

He Yaoting withdrew his hand, raised his eyelids and looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you injured?"

Feng Wu hesitated for a moment, then softly replied: "Yes."

"Fortunately, it wasn't hurt in a conspicuous place." He Yaoting casually picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip: "That day by the river, were you helping me?"

Feng Wu took a deep breath slightly, and replied cautiously: "I really don't trust the third master alone, so I just..."

He Yaoting put down the medicine bowl and interrupted him: "Well done, thanks to you." Qianqian sneered: "But don't make up your own mind in the future."

Feng Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Yes."

"Go back and take care of your wounds." He Yaoting closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them, his big eyes flashed brightly, the cold light was as sharp and hazy as an eagle, and suddenly he sneered, making the hairs on Feng Wu's body stand still up. "Xiao Wu, get rid of Liang Boyu as soon as possible, be straightforward, and don't make mistakes for me."

Feng Wu bowed respectfully: "Yes, Third Master, I'll do it right away." He was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." He Yaoting called him back softly.

Feng Wu immediately stopped in his tracks: "What orders does the third master have?"

He Yaoting lowered his voice and said calmly: "Let Han Jianfeng prepare, start with the members of the Liang family, no matter what, Liang Boyu must be killed."

Feng Wu was slightly taken aback, Han Jianfeng would not be easily sent to kill people, he was a little puzzled, and asked cautiously: "Third Master, are you worried about me?"

He Yaoting sneered softly: "It's not that I don't trust you, but that Liang Boyu must die, and nothing will go wrong. It's more confident if we work together."

Feng Wu took the order in a deep voice: "Yes, I will tell Brother Han right away."

He Yaoting ordered softly: "Go, remember, be careful in everything. Also, ask the driver to pick up the young mistress, Xiaoxue and Yaolin. By the way, there is also Xiaoqi. Send more bodyguards to follow. Taiping, don't stir up troubles to distract me."

Feng Wu replied: "Yes." Then he withdrew.

Sun Xingya led Xiaoxue to Jiangbei, followed by Feng Qi with a cage of white pigeons.When she saw He Yaoting leaning on the bed with a pale face, she was full of resentment, she leaned on the back of the leather chair to ask questions, and led him to look left and right.

He Yaoting was not too annoying, and patiently talked with her.

Although Sun Xingya is smarter and more capable than ordinary women, her hobbies of visiting, playing cards, and gossiping about her parents are no different from ordinary women.

This was a good thing for He Yaoting. Many things that He Yaoting didn't know and were inconvenient to ask about, were asked from Sun Xingya's mouth lightly and deftly.Women are born to be the source of intelligence information.

Sun Xingya babbled for a long time, then suddenly pondered for a while: "Yao Ting, I heard people say that Han Jianfeng often comes here these days. It's not good to hang out with people like him, you have to be careful about yourself. "

He Yaoting sneered slightly, and said frankly, "Sister-in-law, although I am young, I am not a fool."

Hearing this, Sun Xingya felt very cold in her heart, raised her eyebrows with her little finger, and complained: "It seems that I am worrying for nothing. No one will accept my love."

He Yaoting smiled weakly: "How come, sister-in-law, you are overthinking."

Sun Xingya scolded: "I don't expect you to accept my love either. I should worry about who made us close relatives."

He Yaoting smiled helplessly and said nothing more.

Sun Xingya brought the traditional Chinese medicine tonic, stared at He Yaoting and drank it down without leaving a drop, and then left the room contentedly.

When night fell, He Yaolin quietly came to He Yaoting's room. He knew that his brother had been ill for many days and must be very depressed, so he came to relieve his troubles on his own initiative. He was away from home for so long, so he was not at home. A lot of uneasiness and fear arose in the huge He family mansion, as well as strong expectations for his brother.

At this time, He Yaoting had just finished taking a bath. He had been ill for a long time, and the filthiness on his body had already made him unbearable.Now that the fever has just subsided, I can't wait to take a bath.

His body still hasn't fully recovered, and his strength has also weakened a lot.Not daring to see the cool breeze, she wrapped herself tightly in a thick bathrobe and was meticulous.

He Yaolin carefully spread out the quilt, arranged the two pillows side by side neatly, and then stared innocently at He Yaoting with a pair of big bright eyes.

He Yaoting was not very interested in recovering from a serious illness, but seeing He Yaolin's white teeth, red lips, low eyebrows, and obedient appearance, he couldn't bear to drive him away.

He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

He Yaolin was at a loss for a moment, and then quietly helped He Yaoting tuck the quilt.

He Yaoting opened his eyes instantly, and He Yaolin gasped in fright.

He Yaoting looked at him calmly, sighed slightly, and said softly: "Go and turn off the light, then come and sleep next to me."

He Yaolin immediately did so, then climbed onto the bed lightly, and lay down next to He Yaoting.

He Yaoting stretched out his hand from under the quilt, groped for He Yaolin's shoulder, pulled him into the quilt with force, and then hugged his delicate and smooth waist tightly.

He Yaoting's constitution is deficient and cold and he is afraid of the cold, but He Yaolin exudes inexhaustible heat like a little fire dragon.

The soft warmth spread to He Yaoting, and he stretched his body comfortably with his arms around He Yaoting.

He Yaolin felt very comfortable against his brother's slightly cool skin, but his heart was itchy and uncomfortable, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He leaned close to He Yaoting, buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, and slowly rubbed his lips against the skin of He Yaoting's neck bit by bit. The hot air from his breath sprayed against He Yaoting's ears, and he couldn't help it. He whispered softly: "Brother..."

He Yaoting's heart moved. He originally planned to have a good sleep, and he had no interest in touching him at first, but now he was teased by him, and he felt a little itchy. He reached out and pinched He Yaolin's waist, feeling a little annoyed. He scolded in a low voice, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Unexpectedly, He Yaolin just snorted in pain, and still clung to He Yaoting persistently, and kissed him mistyly: "Brother...I miss brother... I want to kiss my brother..."

He Yaoting was so entangled with him that he yelled "Brother" softly and softly, which warmed his heart, revealing a bit of tenderness.He thought to himself: "He Yaolin, this little fool, could it be that he really misses me."

He is not in good health, and he is not very close-knit.But I was too busy before I got sick, and I lay in bed for a long time when I got sick.I don't know if it was suppressed for too long, but at this time the senses of the whole body are fully aroused, looking at the person in his arms in the dark with the slight moonlight from the window, and gradually have the urge to kiss Fangze.

"I don't have any cake here. What if you are hungry later?" He Yaoting turned over, pressed on He Yaolin, stretched out a finger and tapped He Yaolin's nose, his voice had become languid Lazy and hoarse.

He Yaolin stretched out his white arms and wrapped them around He Yaoting's neck, leaned close to his thin lips, sucked and rubbed them, and muttered vaguely in his throat: "I don't want cake...I want my brother... ...I miss my brother...so much..."

He Yaoting laughed lowly: "You little thing. You're such a fool." Then they got entangled with him and couldn't be separated anymore.He is in a good mood these days, and treats He Yaolin with extra tenderness.

At dawn, He Yaolin came out of He Yaoting's bedroom in disheveled clothes. When he washed his body and slowly dressed in his own room, he couldn't help but recall the beautiful dream the night before, and couldn't help but blushed .This time, he didn't bleed and was injured, just a little discomfort, a little pain.

But these are nothing, He Yaoting's affectionate touch and kiss, sweeter than cake, made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart, his heart was bubbling with joy.He thinks his brother is so nice, and feels a little inseparable from him.

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☆, disappointed

During He Yaoting's recuperation period, it rained heavily for several days in a row. Shen Ye spent more than half a month isolated from the outside world in Meixiang Bookstore. When he returned to the clinic, he was crying without tears and found that it was covered by a small river ditch. The clinic has its roof lost.

Now Dr. Shen, who was originally a quiet man, is now completely propertyless, without even a place to stay.

Shen Ye squatted on the bridge in a daze with nothing in his heart, suddenly there were two bright leather shoes in front of him, he stood up in a daze, with a gentle and handsome smile hanging from the corner of the person in front of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to him: "Let's go. "

Shen Ye followed Han Jianfeng into the car in a daze, sat in the car for a long time before realizing where he was, and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Han Jianfeng smiled: "Go to my house."

Shen Ye questioned loudly: "Why did you go to your house?"

"Although the third master's physical condition has improved, he still can't leave the doctor completely. You are here with me, so you can go and take care of him at any time." Han Jianfeng said calmly.

Shen Ye stared blankly at Han Jianfeng and shouted: "Then you should go to Meixiang Bookstore."

Han Jianfeng looked at him and said coldly: "The third master doesn't like to be disturbed." Then he raised his eyes to meet Shen Ye's eyes with single eyelids, and continued with a half-smile: "Besides, don't you have nowhere to go now? .”

Shen Ye sat in the car and stopped talking, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

He Yaoting lived in seclusion in Meixiang Bookstore in Jiangbei for several months. From early summer to early autumn, he never stepped out.

As a result, all the news received was that Liang Boyu, a tycoon in the Russian Concession, was attacked and injured.

He Yaoting let go of a white pigeon, and the pigeon flew away with a flutter of wings.He pursed his mouth into a straight line, turned around and stared directly at Feng Qi behind him, with a cold light, his pale face was covered with a layer of chill, Feng Qi shivered in fright, and a chill shot up his back.

When He Yaoting was angry, he had the habit of staring at others, his eyes reflected a strong luster.He is still young and cannot hide this anger very well.Besides, here and now, he doesn't need to suppress himself.

He snorted coldly, and said slowly: "Han Jianfeng missed too." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Tell your brother and Han Jianfeng to get back quickly."

"Missing" - since you want to do it, you must have the psychological ability to accept failure.It's just that he is He Yaoting, and this fight is life and death, if Liang Boyu doesn't die, he must die.It is still difficult for him to accept these two words with equanimity.

And he didn't show up in Jiangnan in the past few months. General Jin Jiayuan and Liang's family got together frequently, and the news that he visited Liang Boyu in the hospital continued to spread to his ears.

Jin Jiayuan, that cunning old fox, wants to occupy money and beauties, but he doesn't let go and cooperate with He Yaoting.On the contrary, he looked happy to watch him and Liang Boyu fight to the death, so he could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight in his free time.

He Yaoting became more and more irritable, but being anxious and angry would not solve the problem, he had to find a way.

Both Feng Wu and Han Jianfeng missed, the Liang family must have taken precautions, and it would be even more difficult to make a move.

He doesn't have many reliable people here now, so he has to find these two people first, learn about the situation in Jiangnan, and then make plans.

Han Jianfeng took a deep breath before pushing open the door of the study room. It was the first time in more than ten years that he was incapable of doing things since he was a teenager.

I heard that Feng Qi was locked up by He Yaoting and starved for three days. Xiao Qi was most afraid of hunger. He was begging on the street since he was a child. He was not afraid of death or beating, but he was afraid of starvation.

Even Xiao Qi was punished for no reason, it seems that this time he was really angry.

Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw Feng Wu, who was shirtless and covered in welts, his breathing was a bit messed up for a moment.Feng Wu knelt on the ground, the bloodstains all over his body were hideous and terrifying, and the bright red mottled marks all over his burly body were particularly dazzling.Two broken belt buckles fell on the ground beside it.

There was a whistling wind in Han Jianfeng's ear, and He Yaoting raised his hand and threw the belt past his ear. The belt brushed against Han Jianfeng's ear and flew over, leaving a bloody slit on his ear.A drop of blood trickled down his ear slowly.

He Yaoting was wearing a snow-white gown, with both sleeves rolled up, and the collar button was completely unbuttoned, looking a little messy.The pale face was slightly red after the exercise because of the whipping Feng Wu had just given.A head of black hair, with shiny tips, fluttering in the back of his head.

He stared at Han Jianfeng with gloomy eyes, and approached him step by step.

Han Jianfeng didn't hide, but looked back at him with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, which were still clear and gentle.

Time froze for a moment between the two of them, and without warning, He Yaoting raised his leg and kicked Han Jianfeng hard in the chest.Han Jianfeng flew out with all his strength, and hit the wall behind him with a bang.

With a muffled snort, he fell to the ground and didn't even get up for a while.

He Yaoting walked around him, bowed slightly and extended his hand to Han Jianfeng.Han Jianfeng was startled for a moment, then smiled lightly, but the curve of the corner of his mouth was a little bleak.Without hesitation, he stretched out a hand to hold that pale and cold palm, and He Yaoting exerted force on his arm to pull him up.

Han Jianfeng stood up hunched over, took some effort to straighten his body, raised his chin slightly, and looked into He Yaoting's eyes as cold as a cold pool like water.

He Yaoting sneered, waved his hand, and slapped Han Jianfeng crisply on the face, a thread of blood slowly slid down the corner of his beautifully shaped lips.

At this moment, He Yaoting's face softened a little, he twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, leaned close to Han Jianfeng's ear, and said softly, "Jianfeng, I have never hit you before, this is the first time."

Han Jianfeng replied with a smile: "Yes."

He Yaoting breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Do you know why?"

Han Jianfeng smiled wryly: "It's my inability to do things well."

He Yaoting shook his head, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said slowly, "That's because I didn't treat you as an outsider." blood stains.

Han Jianfeng smiled bitterly in his heart: "I'm really honored." In the past, when Master He was alive, there was only one person who was beaten by him himself, except for the direct nephew of the He family——Zhang Yaoyun.

With this tradition, now that the Feng family brothers are being beaten and he is being beaten, it seems that at least at this moment, He Yaoting really trusts him.It's just that this palm and kick was so hard that his chest hurt all the time, which was enough to see the disappointment and anger of Mr. He.

He Yaoting slapped Feng Wu first, and then kicked Han Jianfeng, which seemed to vent his anger. He cast a glance at Feng Wu who was kneeling on the ground, not intending to get angry at the moment, and briefly ordered: " Xiao Wu, go and bring your brother over."

Feng Wu was slightly startled, got up silently, was about to go out, but was called back by He Yaoting.

I don't know when He Yaoting had an extra bottle of anti-inflammatory ointment in his hand, and he asked Feng Wu to come closer.Pour out some cool ointment, and carefully wipe it on the bloody cuts on Feng Wu's body.He Yaoting's fingers were slender and soft, and the fingertips felt cool when they touched Feng Wu's skin. The numbness and itchiness caused Feng Wu to shudder slightly, and some small goose bumps appeared quietly.

He Yaoting put away the medicine bottle, smiled softly and coldly: "Okay, let's go." Bending down, he picked up the jacket that fell from the ground and put it on him.

Feng Wu swallowed slowly without losing his composure, and quickly withdrew as if he had received an amnesty.

He Yaoting turned around and found a sofa to sit down, motioned for Han Jianfeng to sit down, and poured a cup of tea for him.

After a while, Feng Wu led Feng Qi in. Feng Qi was locked up for three days without a drop of water or rice, his eyes were black and blue, and his round face was sunken, and he looked extremely haggard and weak.He followed Feng Wu tremblingly and tentatively called out: "Third Master." His loud voice was no longer loud.The two forearms that were exposed outside the sleeves were densely covered with tooth marks, one can imagine how impatient Feng Qi was when he was starving, and wished to bite off the flesh from his body.

Han Jianfeng's eyes rested on Feng Qi's forearm for a moment, and the corners of his eyes twitched and twitched twice.

What a cruel punishment this is, He Yaoting is indeed a devil-like person, this is his method.He didn't use violence blindly, because he knew what others were most afraid of, and what kind of criminal law to use would make people painful, and he would always remember it.

Xiao Qi is most afraid of starvation, and Xiao Wu, who has seen his younger brother starve to death on the street, is most afraid of his little brother suffering.

Now both of these two people have been subjected to the most severe criminal law. This punishment is not a physical pain, but a terrifying and oppressive addition to the spirit. The mental pain is far more tragic than the physical pain.

He Yaoting smiled slightly, poured a glass of water, picked it up and sent it to the front: "Xiaoqi, come, drink the water."

Feng Qi walked over hesitantly, took the cup carefully, looked at the water in the cup, made an obvious swallowing movement, then picked up the cup and drank it voraciously. Stop coughing.

He Yaoting gave Feng Wu a wink: "I asked the kitchen to prepare porridge, you can take Xiao Qi to eat."

Hearing this, Feng Qi almost knelt down and wept bitterly, but was dragged out by his brother involuntarily.

Han Jianfeng watched the two Feng family brothers go out, and was taken aback for a while.

He Yaoting opened a metal cigarette case from the small mahogany table between the two of them, took out a cigar and handed it to Han Jianfeng.Han Jianfeng took it with a smile but didn't click on it.

The two were silent for a moment, and He Yaoting asked bluntly: "Jianfeng, have you discovered anything during this time in Jiangnan? Is there any opening for the Liang family to break through?"

Han Jianfeng thought for a while, and slowly replied: "The Liang family seems to have taken precautions in advance. They are very cautious from top to bottom, and it is difficult to have a chance to strike."

He Yaoting was not in a hurry, and asked persistently, "Is there nothing I can do?"

Han Jianfeng bit her lower lip lightly: "No, the third lady of the Liang family teaches art in a girls' high school, and her close friend in her boudoir is a student of Yao Yun. I don't know if we can work hard on this person."

He Yaoting's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Zhang Yaoyun's student? What's his name?"

Han Jianfeng fiddled with the cigar in his hand: "It's called... Yan Hanlin."

He Yaoting looked at Han Jianfeng's peach blossom eyes, smiled slightly, and said in a leisurely tone, "Yan Hanlin, I know this person."

Han Jianfeng interrupted him resolutely: "This girl is not simple. I checked her a little bit. She caused the fire in the warehouse seven years ago."

He Yaoting knew a little about this matter. Ever since he met Yan Hanlin, a female student in the Engineering College, he felt that she was unusual.I don't know what's wrong, maybe it's someone who is acquainted with Zhang Yaoyun, and He Yaoting will pay special attention to it. This kind of instinct prompted him to secretly send Feng Wu to investigate Yan Hanlin's details.

He thought for a while, leaned his head slightly, leaned closer to Han Jianfeng, and said in a low voice: "You mean, she was sent by the Liang family to fight against my He family?"

Han Jianfeng replied cautiously: "As far as I know, Miss Yan's father was the former head of Tianjitang. The Liang family and Tianjitang don't seem to have any connection these years. Yan Hanlin should only have a personal relationship with Miss Liang San. I will look into this further.”

Tianjitang - a secret gang in the Jianghu. Its style of acting is both righteous and evil. It has committed too many major cases, killing people, gangsters, and political officials.In the Russian Concession, where the underworld is rampant and the heroes are divided, it has a good reputation, but it is so hidden that it is impossible to find out.But after Yan Fengshan, the leader of Tianji Hall, was assassinated and died a few years ago, this organization seems to have disappeared in the Jianghu.

He Yaoting nodded thoughtfully, and Han Jianfeng talked to him about Jiangnan's business again. Seeing that the sun was sinking, he planned to get up and leave.

He Yaoting sent him out of the door, and when he was parting, he raised his hand and patted Han Jianfeng's chest lightly, and asked softly, "I kicked him so hard, does it hurt?"

Han Jianfeng's face turned pale inadvertently. He took a slight breath, smiled, and looked into He Yaoting's eyes with gentle eyes like water: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He Yaoting seemed a little worried, and asked again nervously: "Are you really all right? Go back and let Shen Ye take a look."

Han Jianfeng replied patiently and softly: "It really doesn't hurt. Don't worry."

He Yaoting's eyes stayed on Han Jianfeng's handsome face for a moment, and he involuntarily raised his hand to put down the messy hair on Han Jianfeng's forehead, and then patted him on the shoulder: "Okay. You can take care of the business next to me for a while." After a slight pause, he said in a deep voice, "Be careful in everything."

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☆、Hard mouth and soft heart

After eating, Feng Qi happily drove Han Jianfeng home.Han Jianfeng entered the house, clutched his chest, and almost wobbled upstairs.

Shen Ye was making dumplings in the kitchen, and his face was covered in flour, with a white streak on one cheek.Han Jianfeng stuck the vest on the door frame of the kitchen, and was amused by Shen Ye's funny appearance.Laughing, touching the wound on his chest, he coughed involuntarily, coughing and coughing, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Ye turned her head to look at him when she heard the sound, and saw that his face was pale, and blood stains remained at the corner of his mouth, and he was immediately startled.Immediately dropped the rolling pin in his hand and rushed to him to support him.

Han Jianfeng staggered back two steps, covered his chest and bent slightly, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes one by one, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on his chest under the collarbone, and a pool of bright red blood marks on his chest. , is very glaring.

When Shen Ye saw the mark, he was startled and exclaimed involuntarily: "Who did you fight with? How did you get hurt like this?"

Han Jianfeng shook his shoulders twice, took two deep breaths, and snorted: "It's okay, Shen Ye, don't worry..." He held his shoulders with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and turned his body Most of the weight fell on Shen Ye.

Shen Ye carried Han Jianfeng back to the bedroom with his straps on his shoulders. Han Jianfeng leaned on the bed in a slightly embarrassed state. Shen Ye stretched out his hand and carefully helped him take off his shirt, revealing his well-proportioned body, and carefully inspected it for him. Hurt.

Shen Ye took his pulse, fetched a silver needle, and stretched out his hand to gently press on the bruise.

"Hiss..." Han Jianfeng gasped in pain, and subconsciously reached out to push Shen Ye's hand away.

Shen Ye frowned, and asked in a low voice, "It hurts?"

Han Jianfeng frowned, shook his head slightly, and gritted his teeth: "It doesn't hurt much."

Shen Ye took out the silver needles, applied them one by one, and pierced several silver needles on Han Jianfeng's chest and back.

Han Jianfeng pursed his lips tightly and trembled.

Shen Ye held him down: "Don't move around, you have suffered internal injuries, I'm helping you heal."

Han Jianfeng said kindly, "I'm sorry." He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After some treatment, Shen Ye calmly withdrew the needles one by one, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead casually.Leaning Han Jianfeng's head on the pillow, he pulled the blanket and shook it out to cover him.

Just as Shen Ye got up to leave, one hand was pulled. He subconsciously turned around to look, only to see a pair of peach blossom eyes looking at him wetly. His heart moved, he hesitated for a moment, sat down along the edge of the bed, and unconsciously raised his hand. A hand stroked his forehead lightly.

Han Jianfeng took the opportunity to raise his hand to hold his other hand, then wrapped his hands around Shen Ye's hands, and slowly moved them to his chest to hold them down. A pair of eyes shone into Shen Ye's eyes, and sighed softly: "Don't go." Shen Ye was startled.Han Jianfeng kept looking at Shen Ye affectionately, and said softly like a sigh: "Stay with me."

Shen Ye felt that what he said was ridiculous, but looking at his child-like pure expression, that simple look of anticipation, it seemed that if he withdrew his hand, he would become as sad and pitiful as if he had been abandoned.

When Shen Ye saw him like that, his heart softened immediately, he couldn't bear to see him suffer, hesitated for a moment, then involuntarily lowered his face slightly, frowned and said softly: "If I don't leave, you are hurt, close your eyes have a good rest."

Han Jianfeng smiled wryly: "I can't sleep with you next to me."

"Then I'm leaving." Shen Ye got up.But Han Jianfeng held him down, pulled him and said softly, "Don't go!"

Shen Ye immediately raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you want from me?"

Han Jianfeng moved to one side, patted the bed beside him, and smiled slightly: "Come here, lie down with me."

Shen Ye's small white face turned red all of a sudden, Han Jianfeng watched with interest as his face turned red and white.Suddenly he stretched out his hand and grabbed Shen Ye's slender wrist. With force, he was pulled backwards and fell directly into his arms. Following the inertia, he hit the bruise on Han Jianfeng's chest.

Han Jianfeng grunted in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched non-stop, adding a layer of frost to his already pale face.

Shen Ye was so frightened that she screamed, and quickly helped him check the injury, frowned and blamed herself: "Why are you so indifferent, how is it? Did you touch the wound? Does it hurt? Suffering With such a serious injury, he still messed around."

Han Jianfeng snorted coldly: "So what if it hurts?" He lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly: "Anyway, no one cares about me."

Shen Ye was angry: "If you die like this, if there is another time, I will ignore you."

"Do you have the heart?" Han Jianfeng raised his eyelids to look him in the eye, and asked softly again: "Do you really have the heart?"

With a cold snort, Shen Ye turned around and stopped looking at him, her back suddenly felt warm, and Han Jianfeng hugged her from behind.

"Shen Ye, you have been with me all the time," Han Jianfeng buried his face in Shen Ye's shoulder, smelling the fresh spring tree-like breath on Shen Ye's body, and murmured softly in his ear: "We have been like this, Okay?" She grabbed Shen Ye's shoulders and turned him to face him, Shen Ye knew that he was injured and dared not resist him.The two of them could smell their noses, and Han Jianfeng's warm breath hit his face, causing him to be in a trance for a while, the scorching heat hit his cheeks, and a gentle voice echoed in his ears: "Always be by my side, stay with me, OK?"

Shen Ye lay next to him, her heart pounding, she took a deep breath avoiding his soft gaze like autumn water, then turned around, yawned comfortably in Han Jianfeng's warm embrace, and closed her eyes. Closing his eyes, he muttered like a dream: "Okay."

In the middle of the night, Shen Ye was awakened by a thin low moan, he opened his eyes in a daze, and another sound pierced into his ears.

He got up and turned on the bedside lamp with the dim moonlight coming in from the window. The bright yellow light made him squint his eyes. After he got used to the sudden brightness, he looked at Han Jianfeng who was sleeping beside him. , Immediately startled, no sleepiness at all.

I saw Han Jianfeng opened his eyes slightly to look at himself, his complexion was pale, his lips bitten by his teeth were also white and purple, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the hair on his forehead Drenched in sweat and sticking to his forehead, he tremblingly raised a hand and reached out to Shen Ye.Without even thinking about it, Shen Ye caught that hand, shook it, approached him with a slight frown and asked, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Han Jianfeng closed his eyes slightly, nodded with his shoulders trembling slightly.

Shen Ye took his pulse, and seeing that there was nothing serious, he stood up with a sigh of relief and said, "It's normal for you to have such a big injury. If you really can't stand it, I'll find you painkillers."

Han Jianfeng hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Don't go."

Shen Ye didn't dare to move, feeling that Han Jianfeng was trembling all over holding him, Shen Ye couldn't help but trembled too, but said to him from left to right: "I'll find a medicine, and I'll be back in a while. You don't care Does it hurt a lot?"

Han Jianfeng hugged him, entangled him, and refused to let go no matter what: "It hurts at first, but if I hold you like this now, it won't hurt anymore."

Shen Ye sighed, gritted his teeth and said, "You deserve to be hurt to death." Even though he said this, his body was obediently leaning in Han Jianfeng's warm embrace, and he didn't dare to move.

Han Jianfeng smiled lightly, and lightly squeezed Shen Ye's chin: "Can't you be nicer to me? I'm hurt."

Shen Ye bit her lip: "I can't."

Han Jianfeng hugged his arm tightly, and laughed: "I know, you don't think so in your heart. You have a sharp mouth and a tofu heart."

Shen Ye snorted coldly, glanced at him, and straightened his face: "No, I have a hard mouth and a hard heart."

Han Jianfeng laughed lowly, kissed Shen Ye's fair neck gently, and murmured softly: "I don't believe it, you just have a stubborn mouth."

Shen Ye's ears were itchy from his kiss, and his whole body was hot. He couldn't bear it any longer, and turned around and pushed him: "What are you doing? It's itchy. Don't mess around."

Han Jianfeng yelled loudly, clutched his chest tremblingly, grinned and managed to say: "You are so cruel, I am injured, and you still hit such a heavy hand."

Shen Ye was taken aback by him, and immediately became flustered: "Don't mess around if you're injured, look at what's happening now." Staggering up, she got up.

But Han Jianfeng hugged him tightly and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't move, don't move. That's it, let me hug for a while, it won't hurt after a while." Just now when Shen Ye pushed him, he turned slightly sideways Avoiding the wound, that loud cry was bluffing out of ten.

Shen Ye didn't dare to be careless, she froze on the bed and didn't dare to move, the two of them lay side by side in an embracing position, probably when it was almost dawn, Han Jianfeng closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze, Shen Ye yawned and fell asleep in peace.

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☆, the moon sets silently

At noon the next day, Han Jianfeng didn't wake up until the sun was high, and opened his eyes in a daze for a long time before finding the focus.He put his hand under his lips, covered his mouth and coughed twice. His throat was uncomfortably dry. Enduring the pain all over his body, he struggled to stand up, frowned, cleared his throat, moved slowly, and planned to get out of bed to find water to drink.

The bedroom door creaked and was pushed open, and Shen Ye walked in with a plate of steaming dumplings.

Shen Ye put down the tray, poured a glass of water, approached Han Jianfeng, helped him upright, and handed him a glass of water.

Han Jianfeng thanked him, took it, and the warm water moistened his dry throat, giving him a bit of tingling relief.

Shen Ye looked at Han Jianfeng's smooth neck, his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed, showing some wild instinctive charm, Shen Ye was stunned for a while, and stared straight at him drinking water, Can't look away.

Han Jianfeng put down the glass casually, and smiled slightly with the corner of his mouth twitching, his eyes were the same as Shen Ye's.