Dumb painter giants grudge

It rained again that night, and the weather turned cooler after the autumnal equinox.

After He Shishen fell asleep, his body temperature was not as high as before. Wen Rang had to put an extra blanket on the bed, and the wind outside the window seemed to be crying.Whining and slapping the glass.

Two days ago, the doctor allowed He Shishen to take off the collar around his neck. This night, Wenrang buried his head in He Shishen's shoulder again, and put one hand on the other's chest, clinging to him and falling asleep.

I don't know if I'm used to it, or if I really appreciate it, Wen Rang has been able to calm down, and He Shishen, who is like this vegetative, stays together every day and every night without any disturbance.

Wen Rang on the day of the incident: He cannot die.

Wen Rang within three days of the incident: I want him to wake up.

Wen Rang a week after the incident: Why is he still awake?

Wen Rang, who happened half a month after the incident: Will he not wake up?

Wen Rang, who happened nearly a month after the incident: It is good that he is still alive.

Tonight's Wen Rang: It's good to be alive and not stink.

Being bearish about life and death is a kind of concession attitude towards Wen Rang, and it is also a helpless move, and it is also the only way he thinks he must go.

Wake up or not, Wen Rang no longer trusts the doctor or anyone else, waiting is the ultimate fate.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night. Wen Rang's sleep quality has improved recently, and he slept quite deeply. The person with identity touched the messy hair on his forehead and felt nothing.

"Still stupid."

He Shishen said in a hoarse voice, and moved his left leg with some difficulty, but it was not very quick.

Wen Rang snorted and moved his body. Taking advantage of the gap, He Shishen sat up, lifted a corner of the quilt lightly, and got off the bed barefoot.

———Why is this leg so bad?

———You won’t secretly amputate my limbs.

He Shishen leaned on the wall and left the room, went to the next room and took out a mobile phone, dialed He Yibai, the call took a long time to get through.

He Yibai: Brother, it's three o'clock.

He Shishen: Of course I know it's three o'clock. Your sister-in-law is a light sleeper, so there's nothing I can do.

He Yibai: You, a vegetable, are you addicted to acting or something, have you never slept in your life?

He Shishen: I've worked hard for half my life, so what's wrong with enjoying it for two days.

He Yibai: What parents said is true, brother Wen Rang really suffers from following you, if he knew you had woken up long ago, he would not tear you apart.

He Shishen: You brought our parents here to spy on me and your sister-in-law's bed life, and I haven't settled the score with you yet.

He Yibai: I stopped, but I didn't.

He Shishen: Alright, get down to business, Song Rongzhen sold 'WF'?

He Yibai: Well, it is estimated that the Song family has already obtained all the gold. After swallowing our two rubber plantations, they bought a large number of fragrant materials.

He Shishen: Who did you sell 'WF' to?How much did you sell for?

He Yibai: The one bought by CIC is quite expensive. It should be tens of millions, which is a bit unreasonable.

He Shishen: It's cheap.

He Yibai: How can I see it.

He Shishen: Don't ask too much about this, it's a bit cheaper anyway.

He Yibai: He sold it back, and he can't pose any threat to us. Brother, why are you so concerned about this matter.

He Shishen: I want to buy 'WF'.

He Yibai: We don't rely on this line of development, so what's the use of buying it, let alone Song's stuff.

He Shishen: Don't ask too much about this, just buy it.

He Yibai: Buy it, and then what.

He Shishen: Put it away, it will never see the light of day.

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After He Shishen hung up the phone, he called Lei Yuan again, and after explaining some things, he went back to his room and lay down in peace.

Wen Rang still maintained the previous state, and He Shishen didn't dare to touch him, just lie down by himself first.

In fact, He Shishen woke up two nights ago. As for why he continued to pretend to be sick, it was purely because he wanted to do something ungrateful.

Wen Rang is so considerate and sincere to him at this time, who doesn't want to enjoy two days, but pretending to sleep is really a bit tired, and he lost two days of glucose.

Of course, other than Wen Rang, everyone else knew about the fact that he woke up. It was through He Shishen's self-report that He's father and He mother found out about his son's accident.

However, He Shishen's self-report is much more perfunctory than He Yibai's: "Mom and Dad, I crashed into a car and plan to lie down for a few days to cultivate the relationship between husband and wife."

Although He's father and He's mother rushed back overnight, they were indeed bluffed. They really believed the superficial words of the two sons, and they really believed that He Shishen had suffered a little scratch, and they even added fuel to the flames to bluff Wen Rang.

Not long after, Wen Rang moved, leaned against He Shishen again, and pressed his bowed legs against He Shishen's legs.

——Usually quite good at hiding.

——Looks like I'll have to die once or twice.

——— This proactive beauty is really hard-won.

In fact, He Shishen has always felt that Wen Rang is not very serious, and most of the time he plays a little indifferent drama.

After thinking about it, I felt a bit unbearable below.

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The next day, Wen Rang woke up, looked at He Shishen's face as usual, and after confirming that there was no problem, got out of bed and prepared to find a new pajamas for him to change into.

Although the person was lying down all the time, after taking off the neck collar, Wen Rang still insisted on changing the other person's clothes frequently. After all, he didn't want to sleep with his stinky body in his arms...

Unbuttoning his shirt, Wen Rang took a look at the wound left by the other party's minimally invasive surgery. It was not obvious anymore, just a small black hole, which was almost healed.

After changing his shirt, Wen Rang took off the other party's pajama pants, and quickly put the clean pajama pants on his legs, but...

When lifting He Shishen's crotch, Wen Rang noticed something unusual...

Why did He Ershen stand up?

——People are half dead.

————Can you still react in the morning after everything is like this?

By coincidence, Wen Rang touched He Ershen with the back of his hand through the fabric.

Quite like that, if it is a normal reaction, this level is indeed reasonable.

But He Ershen moved slightly, which might not be reasonable.

Ke Wenrang looked at He Shishen's stagnant face, and didn't know where to question it.

[Question: Can vegetative people respond in the morning? 】

After Wen Rang entered these contents in the search bar, the answers that popped up were the same. Most of them said it was normal, but it was rare, and it was a subconscious state.

This is a bit disappointing to Wen Rang, who thought it was nothing.

After dressing the other party, Wen Rang washed up and went downstairs, preparing for the nurse to come up and give He Shishen an infusion.

After the door was closed, He Shishen immediately sat up and exhaled, and cursed at his crotch: "Only you have the backbone, and you are the only one who can stand up, *!"

After a while, the nurse came in. Seeing He Shishen's eyes open, he whispered, "Mr. He, are you still infusion today?"

"Can you think of a way to stick the needle somewhere else? I'm really sick if I stick it again." He Shishen sighed and shook his head.

"Then you don't have to pretend, Mr. Wen is almost depressed." The nurse pretended to hang the medicine bottle on the drip rack, "You look so sick."

"..." He Shishen scratched his head, "I understand."

In the end, the nurse simply poured two-thirds of the bottle of glucose, leaving only one-third for He Shishen to put in, and made a show for Wen Rang to see.

Wen Rang still takes a nap today as usual. After the rain stopped last night, the sun outside the window is bright today, and he is full of sleepiness.

This inner comfort actually caused Wen Rang to feel a little guilty. Before the person next to him woke up, he began to enjoy the life of a widow?

After taking off his clothes, Wen Rang stuck to the other party, squinted his eyes for a while, and then thought of He Ershen's reaction in the morning, hesitating in his heart, and Wen Rang reached out and retracted his hand into the other party's crotch.

----How……

———Why did his morning rebellion last for so long?

The more he thought about it, the weirder he became, Wen Rang simply lifted the quilt and looked at the strange behavior behind the fabric.

———Why did he lift the quilt?

———Sneak in?

——I*, he wouldn’t want to do that to me, would he?

He Shishen's heart jumped into his throat, and he couldn't see anything, so he could only guess wildly.

During this period of time, Wen Rang didn't miss He Ershen, but in He Ershen's current state, if he wanted to watch it, he always felt a little dreamy?

———Is it okay for me to take a look?

——Would it be a little bit of an opportunity to sneak in?

——Would it be impolite to look directly?

Simply, Wen Rang clasped his hands together and bowed reverently to He Ershen, then hooked the other's elastic band with one finger, and slowly pulled it down.

[The author has something to say: I don't understand who He Ershen is. 】