Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Wen Heng seldom saw Song Xunnan's expression at this time, even the corners of his lips that had been relaxed and raised were tightened, and there was sweat on his forehead, obviously in pain.

He frowned, and closed the door behind his back: "Go and sit on the sofa first."

"Yeah." Wen Heng, who returned after a few seconds, Song Xunnan was a little distracted.

Seeing him standing there for a few seconds before slowly moving towards the sofa, it was obviously not very comfortable, Wen Heng hesitated, and reached out to support Song Xunnan's waist, lending him some strength.

The feeling of being touched on the waist was so clear, Song Xunnan froze for a moment, turned his head to look at him, only saw Wen Heng's half-downcast eyes.

Wen Heng is a person with a strong sense of boundaries. He seems to be a bit of a clean freak and doesn't like physical contact with people, so he will be very concerned about the distance with the other party in normal interactions, and he deliberately maintains social courtesy.

I didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to make such a move.

"What?" Wen Heng noticed that Song Xunnan was looking at him, and asked aloud.

Song Xunnan got close to him, watched his pale lips open and close, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

After speaking, he put all his weight on Wen Heng.

Wen Heng weighed heavily in his hands, and quickly helped him up, half dragging and half hugging him to the side of the sofa.

Song Xunnan, who was able to swear just now, is now too weak to take care of himself. He was carried on Wen Heng's body the whole time and was carried away. When his calf hit the sofa, he softened like a boneless person and collapsed on it.

Lying on his back, his abdomen was stretched flat, which was extremely uncomfortable.Song Xunnan moved, turned over on the sofa, and curled up on it, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his hair was scattered on the sofa with a tawny tassel pattern.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Stomach?"

People with stomach pains are often tired and unwilling to talk to each other after going through the most difficult period. Song Xunnan is like this now, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Wen Heng asked again patiently: "Is it an upset stomach? Did you eat something bad?"

Song Xunnan looked like an old robot that had been in disrepair for a long time, slowly moving his hand covering his stomach, and pressing it down seemed to be soothing: "Stomach hurts, I haven't eaten."

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and opened his eyes to look at the place where the voice came from.

Wen Heng squatted next to his sofa, almost at eye level with him lying down but a little higher, allowing Song Xunnan to see clearly the expression in his downcast eyes, looking at him with concern.

a little too close...

This thought flashed through Song Xunnan vaguely.

It was so close that I could smell the laundry detergent on Wen Heng's body, it was a very light cold fragrance, mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant, it was very special and impressive.

Wen Heng seemed to be silent for a while, stood up and looked at the pills that had been thrown aside on the coffee table, and when he picked them up, he left off the date of manufacture.Then calculate it in your mind.

expired.

He stuffed Song Xunnan with a pillow for him to hug first: "Wait a minute, I'll go next door to get the medicine."

Song Xunnan didn't know that he had taken the expired medicine, so he stuffed Wen Heng's pillow into his arms, nodded indiscriminately,

Muttering vaguely in his mouth: "Then hurry up, I'm afraid that it will hurt again later and I can't bear it."

"Who told you not to eat?"

Wen Heng left this sentence and went to his home to get the medicine.

Song Xunnan lay on the sofa to let go, thinking back to his words after a while, feeling a little angry.

He shook his head, feeling muddled.

Wen Heng came back very quickly, the things in his house were well organized and it was very convenient to find them.

Song Xunnan was helped up by him, and he stuffed a cup of hot water into his hand: "Take the medicine first."

"...Well," he said now that the pain has passed a lot, he feels that he is a person again, and his energy has recovered a lot, and he lazily leans on the sofa and looks at Wen Heng and says, "Didn't you take medicine? eat?"

After he finished speaking, he took the pills with the glass of water.The feeling of hot water flowing through his stomach was very soothing. He took a few more sips and held the cup in his hand.

"Your medicine has expired."

"Okay...!" Song Xunnan was stunned for a moment, sitting up straight, and the stomach pain involved in the twitch made him gasp, "Isn't it, it's expired? What will happen if you take the expired medicine?" ?Will it cause vomiting and diarrhea like expired food? Is it serious? Is it serious? "

Wen Heng poured him another glass of water, covered him with a blanket he got from somewhere, nodded and answered Song Xunnan's words: "It's serious."

Such words coming out of Wen Heng's mouth are extremely destructive in themselves.

Song Xunnan's eyes darkened: "What will happen? Is it too late for me to dig it out now?"

"There will be nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, palpitations and other symptoms."

Song Xunnan's face turned pale, and he suddenly felt that his pain at this time was not just the result of not eating.

As he was thinking here, he heard Wen Heng panting: "However, if you take it by mistake once in a while, it will generally not have any major effects, at most it will have no medicinal effect."

Song Xunnan: "?"

He was silent for a long time, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Doctor Wen, I am a patient!"

"Well, I know," Wen Heng asked seriously, "So?"

So you can't lie to me like that!

Song Xunnan ground his back molars, stared round at him, his emotions were written all over his face.

The eyes that were originally narrow, long and cold were glowing red at this time, and they were rounded, which had a comic effect, and also gave birth to a little cuteness that was not usually seen.

Wen Heng looked away from his face and asked him to lie down first: "Okay, lie down first. Does it still hurt?"

After Song Xunnan lay down comfortably, he pulled the blanket for himself, holding the pillow that Wen Heng stuffed for him in his arms: "It doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Maybe it was just a joke, or maybe the medicine given by Wen Heng took effect super fast, in short, the pain of stomach convulsions was relieved a lot.

"It's fine," Wen Heng was worried, so he took the temperature of his forehead and gave him a thermometer, "I ordered takeaway, and it will be delivered later."

"Oh." Song Xunnan replied dryly, feeling a little guilty when Wen Heng looked down at him.

He remembered Wen Heng's reaction when he left just now, licked his lips and asked, "Are you angry just now?"

Wen Heng: "Angry? No."

Song Xunnan felt relieved: "That's fine with me. I saw that your tone was a bit unhappy when you left to get the medicine just now. I thought you were angry with me."

He said whatever he wanted, and directly told Wen Heng what he felt just now.

Then he was lightly flicked on the forehead, even the light Song Xunnan thought it was an illusion.

After covering his forehead and realizing that it was not an illusion, he looked at Wen Heng beside the sofa in astonishment, his tongue was tied up: "You, what were you doing just now?"

"It's not angry, I'm just a little worried about you." Wen Heng sighed lightly, and Song Xunnan's translation of his current expression is "You can't even tell the difference between anger and worry, and you can't take care of your own life. Idiot stupid died".

Of course, the above are only Song Xunnan's own associations. In fact, Wen Heng's mood can only be captured from the subtle expressions on his face.

For example, the slightly tight corners of his lips at this time indicated that he was really worried about himself.

Song Xunnan looked at his expression, looked at him inexplicably, and laughed, spreading his five fingers over his eyes, blocking the dazzling chandelier above his head.

Well...it's nice to have someone to worry about when you're sick and someone to take care of you.

Seeing him covering his eyes, Wen Heng thought the light was too bright, so he got up and turned it to a soft warm yellow light.

Song Xunnan said with a smile, "I wanted to say it before. Although the decoration of our two families is very different, many places are the same."

For example, the chandelier in the living room is controlled by a total of three switches, and each switch has a different function. Wen Heng’s family also has one, which is very cumbersome. Song Xunnan just randomly pressed it when he came home from work at night, and it turned out to be whatever it was. Sample.

So for a while, the residents across the street looked at the strange dark purple lights in the living room and were speechless. They yelled several times in the resident group to ask the evil pen on the opposite side to change the lights, at least not to stand alone on the balcony at night and look at the scenery.

"I suspect it was installed at a uniform wholesale price in the whole community." He pondered for a while and came to a conclusion.

Wen Heng didn't speak. In fact, he had already cut off the other two routes, only Song Xunnan kept it, and then the residents opposite complained that he would be shocked when he got up at night, and he thought he had seen a ghost.

Doorbell rang.

"The takeaway is here." He got up to open the door, and the baby followed behind him step by step.

Song Xunnan saw it, muttered, "Little heartless who is your father" and laughed.

He thought of Wen Heng who obviously didn't like dogs, but tried his best to accept the baby's attempt.And the baby seems to like him very much, and wags his tail when he sees him.

This time he didn't lie on the cold sofa alone until dawn and then go to work overtime as if nothing had happened, the baby took the lead.

Thinking of this, he grabbed his phone and placed an order for hundreds of snack toys for the baby.

The takeaway Wen Heng ordered was light and easy to digest, but it unexpectedly suited Song Xunnan's appetite, especially the soup made with fresh bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms and pheasants. It tasted so delicious that he drank a lot before stopping .

Because Wen Heng didn't let him eat more, he couldn't digest at night, and he had a stomachache just now, and he would feel uncomfortable if he ate too much.

"Which company is this? I've never seen it before. Could it be that the company can't deliver it?" Song Xunnan was still reluctant to part when he put down the spoon.

Wen Heng said: "A private kitchen, the whole city delivers, you like me to push the contact information to you."

"Okay, give it to me quickly."

It turned out to be a private dish, no wonder he couldn't find it on the delivery platform.

There are many famous families in the capital. Private restaurants like this are hidden in the streets and alleys. Without the introduction of acquaintances, it is impossible to know. After all, they have no shortage of customers. The banner is high-end and exquisite. According to what Song Xunnan said before, it is a lie Cheat rich fools.

Now he is one of many fools.

After eating delicious food to fill his stomach, Song Xunnan's mood obviously improved, and he reciprocated the contact information of his favorite private restaurant and stuffed it into the dialog box with Wen Heng, regardless of whether he liked it or not.

Wen Heng has a very light appetite and doesn't care about eating, but in the end he couldn't resist Song Xunnan's enthusiasm, so he added all these contact methods.

Dr. Wen's circle of friends has never been so lively as tonight. It is no longer full of scientific research papers or medical information, but is swiped by the eight major cuisines of mountains and seas.

But for those who are not firm in their will, after reading a few articles, they should click on a certain pornographic takeaway software without disappointment.

Song Xunnan spent a lot of energy because of the stomachache, and he was so busy working all day that he didn't even take a lunch break. After eleven o'clock, he felt sleepy and started yawning.

At this moment, Wen Heng was afraid that he would be in pain again, so he didn't leave, and was sitting on the sofa. The two of them did not interfere with each other, but they were very harmonious.

In the end, Song Xunnan didn't know when he returned to the bedroom. When he woke up the next day, he didn't see Wen Heng's figure. Even the mess left on the coffee table last night was cleaned up, and the pillow returned to its original place. .

Song Xunnan looked at the newly clean and tidy living room and sighed. He bought a doctor Wen, which is even easier to use than a fully automatic household cleaning robot!

At least the robot will not comfort him in a gentle tone.