Flash marriage does not end well

The car was quiet and silent, making Wen Zhihan's continuous breathing particularly obvious.

Lin Qian struggled to pack up the pile of things he had just stuffed to him, and put them back.

He lowered his head and glanced at the left hand that was still being held, and tried to pull it, but Wen Zhihan, who closed his eyes, held it firmly, and refused to let go.

Lin Qian took a deep breath.

An unreasonable person will not change his nature even if he is sick.

He held his mobile phone and waited patiently for the driver to arrive, but he got his aunt's call first.

My aunt and cousin are going back and want to rest early so that we can celebrate the New Year together tomorrow.

"Then wait, I'll see you off."

Lin Qian tilted her head with her mobile phone in her hands, put her right hand on the car door and got out of the car in a hurry.

Wen Zhihan on the side seemed to be aware of something in a trance, two small dents were wrinkled between his brows, and his hands were a little stronger.Lin Qian took a deep breath, twitched her hand, and finally managed to get out of the car.

My cousin came here by car, and the car was parked not far away.

Lin Qian said goodbye to the two of them calmly, waved them off, and didn't run back into Wen Zhihan's car until the tail lights gradually turned out of the intersection.

"boom--"

As soon as he closed the car door, he felt like a light was on his back.

At this time, the lower half of Wen Zhihan's face was buried in the scarf that Lin Qian had wrapped for him just now, only two slits were exposed in his long and narrow eyes, and the corners of his mouth were curled up, obviously unhappy.

He had obviously only been gone for a few minutes.

"What are you doing?" Lin Qian glanced at him, "Like a resentful woman."

Halfway through the conversation, the phone rang again.

It's a substitute driver.

Lin Qianchong made a "shh" gesture to Wen Zhihan, and said, "The driver will take you back later, please cooperate with me, do you hear me, I don't feel at ease when Wen Yang is alone at home, so I won't go with you It's..."

As if a sensitive nerve had been touched, Wen Zhihan suddenly raised his head, stayed there for two seconds, then grabbed Lin Qian's hand involuntarily, and hung up the phone.

The car suddenly fell into a more complete silence.

Lin Qian felt her temples twitch twice.

The weather is not good today, so he managed to get this surrogate driver.

In an instant, Lin Qian's blood surged up, and he just wanted to push the door and get out of the car.

After a long stalemate, he finally clenched his fists and sighed through gritted teeth, ready to carry Wen Zhihan home when the wind outside calmed down.

Fortunately, this house is a two-bedroom.

He reached out to pat Wen Zhihan's face, "Wen Zhihan, can you go home with me tonight?"

Wen Zhihan didn't say anything, Lin Qian took it as his acquiescence.

The wind gradually died down, and the dark clouds that originally covered the night sky also dispersed.

The car was not too far from the door of the unit. Lin Qian wrapped Wen Zhihan's arm around his shoulder, and wrapped his other arm around his back, and tossed up the stairs.

Wen Yang who came to open the door stuck to the door, his eyes widened in surprise.

"dad?"

"Your uncle is sick." Lin Qian kicked open the door, threw Wen Zhihan on the nearby sofa, panted a few times while sitting, and looked back at Wen Yang.

"...Then no one at home opened the door for him."

Wen Yang pursed his lips, half-believing.

"Then he didn't bring the keys to the house?"

"That's right." Lin Qian stood up, patted his clothes, and said without blinking, "Your uncle has a bad memory and forgets everything, don't imitate him—he should sleep here tonight, you can take the pillow away later. Come on, can you sleep with Dad?"

Wen Yang was overjoyed from the sky, and nodded vigorously.

In fact, that night Lin Qian said that he wanted to sleep with Wen Yang, but actually after the child fell asleep, he crept up a few times and went to the bathroom in slippers to change cold towels.

He has limited experience in caring for patients and his methods are rough.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that the heat on Wen Zhihan's forehead gradually receded, and he returned to bed with peace of mind.

The next day Wen Zhihan was woken up by a knock on the door.

His head was still heavy, his hands and feet had no strength, and his head was full of intermittent memories. He stayed in a completely unfamiliar room for a moment, and then staggered to open the door.

"Xiao Qian, you haven't woken up yet. Your brother and I went to buy some seafood and..."

One big and one small, two somewhat familiar faces bumped into the eye sockets unexpectedly.

Wen Zhihan's hand slowly slipped from the doorknob, and met the other party's dazed gaze.

After a while, there was a hurried sound of slippers.

The three of them followed the sound, and Lin Qian, who was still in pajamas, rubbed her messy hair and closed her eyes with a bit of despair.