His tone seemed to be asking, but it was no different from a notification.
Wen Yifan tilted his head and stared at his noble and arrogant appearance, and the residual sense of panic gradually dissipated. She gripped his fingers hard, and the corners of her lips curved up: "Yes, yes."
Sang Yan looked over: "What?"
"However," Wen Yifan held back his smile, "don't you owe me an old man?"
"… "
Silence for a few seconds.
Sang Yan calmly retracted his gaze, and his voice was slow and leisurely: "Then let's owe it first."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
The corridors of the hospital are quiet and bright.
The man's arm was tied with gauze, and the black T-shirt on his body was a little gray, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He was tall and thin, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp and cold, but he seemed to be a little softer in front of her.
"I'll pay you back in fifty years."
…
The two went down to the first floor to get medicine.
Wen Yifan took the various documents in Sang Yan's hand and looked at them carefully. When she saw a certain order, her eyes stopped and she asked suddenly, "You also hurt your waist?"
"Ah." Sang Yan just remembered, "It's also a little broken, and there are no stitches."
"… "
Wen Yifan's eyes were fixed, he looked straight at him, and was inexplicably annoyed: "What is the doctor's order, have you heard it?"
Sang Yan said casually: "Change the dressing after a week, and remove the sutures in two weeks."
Wen Yifan: "What's the taboo?"
"No, just eat as usual." Sang Yan kept out of the whole process, as if he was not the one who had just suffered so much blood. "It's just this little injury, so I don't deserve to be so careful."
"..." Wen Yifan pursed his lips and retracted his eyes, "I'll check it myself."
Hearing her tone, Sang Yan paused and said meaningfully: "Wen Shuangjiang, you are quite aggressive when you talk to me now."
Wen Yifan didn't look at him, took the medicine given by the pharmacist, and after confirming the daily dosage, he turned around and said to him, "Oh, rush?"
Sanyan lowered her eyes.
Wen Yifan grabbed his wrist and walked forward: "I'm afraid you won't hear it."
"… "
Sang Yan felt that her appearance was quite fresh, so she let her drag on: "No temper, why are you so fierce today?"
Wen Yifan said bluntly, "I'll be angry if I say so."
The implication is that.
She had already reminded him that if he committed the crime, he would have to bear her "rush".
"Then you stopped scolding me just now," Sang Yan seemed to be trying to put herself in a pitiful position, but the tone of her voice was particularly inelegant, "Aren't we reconciled, what are you doing now? Reckoning again."
Wen Yifan became very fast: "I didn't make up with you."
Sang Yan followed behind her, quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed a few times.
His laughter was like adding fuel to the fire. Wen Yifan pursed his lips straighter, feeling that he didn't know the seriousness of the problem at all, and didn't want to say a word to him.
After leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan stopped the car and asked the driver to drive back to Shang'an.
on the way.
Wen Yifan took his mobile phone and searched for the precautions after the knife wound and stitches. Her appearance is already sharp, but now she has a straight face and doesn't speak, looking even more indifferent.
Sang Yan leaned on the side and stared at her behavior: "Then how do you make up with me?"
Wen Yifan did not lift his eyes: "Wait until your injury is healed."
"..." Sang Yan almost choked, doubting his ears a little, "No, Wen Shuangjiang. When you were injured, how did I enshrine you as my ancestor? How could I be treated like this?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at him: "How can you provide for me?"
Mingming also frightened people with a straight face every time.
"No? Okay." Sang Yan pursed her lips and began to show weakness, "Then you will help me."
Wen Yifan ignored him.
Sang Yan laughed again and said, "It hurts so much."
"… "
Wen Yifan was not relentless, and continued to check how to remove the scar after the stitches.
Seeing the content on her screen, Sang Yan was really puzzled, and reached out to flick her phone: "What scar, don't check it. What's wrong with my old man leaving a scar."
Wen Yifan was empty.
Following this move, she looked at Sang Yan again. Staring at his leisurely appearance, she resisted the urge to slap his face, and deliberately angered him: "If you have a scar, you will be ugly."
"… "
"Then you have to retire." Afraid that he might not understand, Wen Yifan reminded, "Top card."
Sang Yan's brows moved slightly: "Isn't your face looking good?"
Wen Yifan: "This also affects."
"Isn't it good?" Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and said lazily, "I have a family, it's time to be good."
"No." Wen Yifan was afraid that he wouldn't take this matter at all, and that he might suffer such serious injuries in the future, "If you close the mountain and stop being a 'degenerate street card', then I will lose face. ."
"… "
The car drove back to the alley near Nanwu Radio and Television.
The two got out of the car. Wen Yifan took the car keys, walked back to Sang Yan's car, and got into the driver's seat. Worried that Sang Yan would affect the wound, she leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt first.
Sang Yan sat quietly on the spot, looking at her still tense face, and bent her lower lip.
Wen Yifan was angry only a handful of times. In the eyes of others, he was always good-natured and didn't care about anything. Occasionally, he was a little depressed by his words, and his emotions disappeared in a blink of an eye.
As if it couldn't affect her mood at all.
So at this moment, Sang Yan feels like he has a masochistic tendency.
Seeing that she lost her temper with him because of his injury, became unscrupulous in front of him, no longer always cautious as before, he felt in a good mood instead.
Fastening his seat belt, Wen Yifan didn't rush back, and gently started to lift his clothes.
"..." Sanyan paused, "what are you doing?"
Wen Yifan's movements didn't stop until she saw the gauze around his waist and the slightly seeping blood on it. She stared at it for a few seconds, then let go of her hand and sat up straight back.
He silently began to fasten his seatbelt.
"It's over?" Sang Yan said, "Don't want to touch it?"
Wen Yifan didn't joke with him, but he didn't continue to be sulking. She sat on the spot and was silent for a while, before she said something vaguely: "Go back and talk about it."
"… "
It was nearly eleven o'clock when we got home.
Sang Yan habitually sat on the sofa. After a while, Wen Yifan also sat next to him, and started to lift his clothes again, as if to find out if there were any wounds elsewhere.
He drooped his eyelids, leaned back in the chair, and let her toss.
After a while, Wen Yifan stopped and poured a glass of water into his hand: "Have you had dinner yet?"
Sang Yan took a few sips and said, "Well."
Wen Yifan asked again, "Then are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
She asked a series of questions again, and Sang Yan looked at her and responded one by one. At the end of the question, Wen Yifan felt that he had nothing to say, and thought of something: "By the way, your phone was in my bag and was picked up by passers-by."
Sanyan hummed.
With that said, Wen Yifan got up and hooked the bag over, took out the phone from the bag and put it on the table: "The screen is broken, but it's still usable. You should call your boss first and ask for a few days off to rest. ."
Sang Yan: "Okay, aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep first."
Wen Yifan shook his head.
Sang Yan glanced at the time: "I'll take a shower first."
Wen Yifan frowned: "You can't get wet."
"I know." Sang Yan stood up and rubbed her head hard, "I'll wipe it off."
"Oh."
As soon as Sang Yan walked to the door of the room, she noticed that Wen Yifan had also followed. He opened the door and walked into the room, and she followed. He went to the closet and she followed.
Where to go.
He looks like he has a tail.
Sang Yan flipped through the closet, then turned to leave the room, and walked towards the balcony. Behind him, Wen Yifan could still be heard following him. He turned his head and called her, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan responded, "Huh?"
Sang Yan felt amused: "How long are you going to stick with me?"
"I want to see." Although the main idea was to stay with him, Wen Yifan still didn't admit it. She blinked her eyes and said in a gentle voice, "I can help you with anything."
Sang Yan stopped, her fingertips slid up her arm, a bit of flirtation in her words.
"Didn't I just tell you that I was going to take a shower?"
"… "
He lowered his voice, implying: "So what are you going to help me with?"
Be silent.
Wen Yifan's face was as usual, and he stared at him.
help him.
Oh.
bath.
"… "
wash! bath! !
it is good.
Don't take a shower! ! !
Otherwise, what if he hits the water! ! !
After a long while, Wen Yifan made a good psychological struggle, and said warmly, "It's okay too."
"… "
Sang Yan was extremely speechless, at this moment he really thought that Che Xingde would find a place to stab him. He withdrew his hand, looked back at her for a long time, and ruthlessly withdrew his gaze: "Who can be with you, hurry up and sleep."
After speaking, he didn't talk to her anymore, went to the balcony to get his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Avoiding the wound, Sang Yan took off his shirt and threw it into a bucket beside him. Then, he undid the belt.
At this time, the bathroom door handle was unscrewed from the outside.
Sanyan made a move.
After the two share a lease, the toilets are used separately. Wen Yifan had been using the bathroom of the master bedroom, but he had never entered this toilet. So Sang Yan doesn't have the habit of locking the door every time he takes a bath or something.
The next moment, the door was pushed open.
Wen Yifan walked in calmly and closed the door: "I want to help you take a bath."
"… "
Sanyan laughed angrily.
This time, it was an imperative speech.
I want it.
rather than I think.
Sang Yan took off the belt and hung it aside, and there was no extra movement after that. He leaned against the sink, his expression casual and a little provocative: "Okay, you come."
"… "
Wen Yifan was the first time he entered the toilet after Sang Yan moved in.
At this time, Sang Yan was naked, with a small circle of gauze wrapped around her waist and left arm. His hair was pure black, and his complexion was paler than usual, a bit more morbid and abstinent.
Wen Yifan picked up the towel beside him, turned on the faucet, and turned it into lukewarm water.
She took time to glance at Sang Yan, but suddenly thought that he couldn't wipe himself at all at this moment, and he couldn't wipe anything on his back, and he might even get a wound in the process.
That would be worth it.
Wen Yifan washed the towel, unscrewed it, and started wiping down his Adam's apple, to his chest, and then to his abdomen, carefully and carefully. She tried her best to focus on herself, not to think about other things, but to think that the man in front of her was a wall.
Too quiet in the toilet.
The two had no other communication.
When he wiped it for the second time, Wen Yifan saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down a few times.
The next moment, Sang Yan lazily called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan raised his head: "Huh?"
Sang Yan's eyes were deep, with a very obvious desire.
"I'm hard."
"… "
Wen Yifan licked his lower lip, and when he didn't hear it, he lowered his head again, this time speeding up. After wiping his upper body, she washed the towel and whispered, "Then you wash it yourself-"
Noticing a certain part of him, Wen Yifan couldn't say the word "lower body" inexplicably, she calmly changed her mouth: "--legs, and then get ready to sleep?"
Sang Yan was still leaning on the original position, the lust in his eyes did not fade at all.
"Is this going to sleep?"
"Huh?" Somehow, Wen Yifan felt a little guilty, "What's wrong?"
"Wen Shuangjiang," she touched Sang Yan's whole body, but the touch was only elusive, like a long torture, "I think my waist is injured and I'm useless, right?"
Wen Yifan blurted out, "Isn't that true?"
"… "
The small toilet was silent again.
After several seconds, Sang Yan looked at her and smiled instead: "But isn't there still you?" "… "
Sang Yan slowly and shamelessly finished his words.
"Come here and let me kiss."