Unjust is doomed to destruction.
Yan Shuang rolled up the quilt and stared at the ceiling blankly.
There are too many sick leave notes, I really have a cold.
When Qi Feiyun came in, Yan Shuang was hugging the quilt and sneezing, almost shrinking into a small shrimp. After sneezing, he subconsciously grabbed the quilt in his hand and rubbed his nose. When he lifted the quilt halfway, he realized something was wrong, put down the quilt again, and stretched out his hand Tremblingly, he reached for the paper towel next to the bed.
Qi Feiyun handed over a wet tissue, "Use this."
"thanks."
After Yan Shuang took the wet tissue and wiped his nose, he shook the wet tissue twice between his fingers, and the trash can automatically went under his hands.
"Eat something before going to bed."
"Uh-huh."
Yan Shuang closed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, "...you feed me."
Qi Feiyun put down the trash can, "Get up first and then talk."
"Uh-huh."
Yan agreed casually on both sides and rolled the quilt even tighter.
The underfloor heating in the room was actually fully turned on, but Yan Shuang was afraid of the cold, her cheeks were too rosy, and the lower half of her face was buried in the quilt, only her nose was exposed to breathe, and the tip of her pink nose fluttered between breaths. Looks like he's ready to sneeze at any moment.
Qi Feiyun sat on one knee on the bed, reached out and touched Yan Shuang's forehead, but couldn't feel the difference in temperature, so he lowered his head to touch it with his forehead.
As soon as his forehead touched, Yan Shuang opened his eyes, his eyelashes half-opened, and said softly, "I don't want to get up, can I eat in bed?"
Qi Feiyun paused, and said, "Dirty."
"Sex on the bed is not fucking dirty?"
"..."
"Stop talking nonsense," Yan Shuang stared aggressively, "I'm going to eat in bed today." After finishing speaking, he sucked his nose hard, "Paper!"
The wet towel covered the tip of his nose, and Qi Feiyun's expression was unpredictable. Yan Shuang didn't know whether he was feeling good or not, anyway, it's fine if he felt good. For the sake of Qi Feiyun wiping his nose, he reminded him friendly: "My dear, When I recover from illness, you can treat me severely on the bed."
After throwing the wet wipes into the trash can beside the bed, Qi Feiyun stood up.
The sheets and quilts on the big bed, which was originally neat and meticulous, were all messed up. The culprit shrunk into a small ball, with a sinister face, and said in a nasal voice: "I have a sore throat, and I want to drink water."
Qi Feiyun turned around and left the bedroom.
Put the cooked porridge into a bowl, put the ceramic spoon lightly on the side of the bowl, put all the medicine and warm water on the plate together, Qi Feiyun, who had done all the preparations, looked at the dark plate and suddenly did not move up.
To say that he was being led by the nose is flattering his current state.
Almost like a servant.
Qi Feiyun turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom.
He was a little annoyed now, not to Yan Shuang, but to himself.
He wasn't angry, he didn't feel offended, and he felt a special pleasure vaguely.
I quickly judged this kind of pleasure in my mind—because the pleasure of being needed and depended on is a very low-level self-satisfaction, and only a pleasing personality can fall into such a trap.
People should be the masters of emotions.
Qi Fei lifted the plate from the cloud, and tilted his hand slightly towards the sink.
"husband-"
"I want to drink-"
The heart-piercing cry made the hand holding the plate tremble slightly, and it almost slipped into the sink.
Qi Feiyun turned her head, and narrowly held the dinner plate in her hand and walked towards the bedroom.
Yan Shuang lay paralyzed on the bed, his face was full of tiredness, his mouth was open, "Sore throat..."
The dinner plate was placed on the head of the bed, Qi Feiyun helped him up with one hand, brought the water glass to the corner of his dry lips, and kept it at a suitable angle for the patient to enter.
Yan Shuang looked really uncomfortable. He drank more than half of the glass in one go. He closed his eyes the whole time, and only half opened them after drinking the water. He said lazily, "Thank you husband."
Qi Feiyun: "..."
It turned out that this was not his hallucination.
"Don't bark" these three words swirled on the tip of the tongue a few times and finally swallowed it back, "Drink some porridge."
"You feed me."
It's justifiable as hell.
Just like his sweet words, those two words don't mean anything, just like the secrets of clearing the game in the game, just for the convenience of calling him, as long as he wants, he can call it that to anyone.
Qi Feiyun thought calmly, grabbed the pillow for him to lean on, held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, and fed him mouthful by mouthful.
"Okay... don't eat..."
Yan Shuang turned his head halfway through eating, Qi Feiyun quickly grabbed a wet towel and wiped his mouth, so as not to hurt the pillow.
After eating and drinking enough, Yan Shuang closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
People who are usually full of vigor and witticism are very weak after illness, their head and face are filled with sickly red, and their lips are slightly parted, as if they are not breathing well.
Qi Feiyun sat on the head of the bed, lightly stroked Yan Shuang's sweaty hair, "Take the medicine and go to sleep."
The person who thought he would act coquettishly and make a fuss about not taking the medicine obediently held out his hand.
Qi Feiyun handed him the pills, and Yan Shuang swallowed the pills and drank water without any complaints, and immediately fell asleep again.
The room was soon filled with the sound of heavy breathing in the sick.
Qi Feiyun sat quietly on the bed for a long time, until the phone vibrated in his pocket, he came back to look at the phone.
The name of the caller flashing on the phone screen made him look at Yan Shuang who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
He stood up and went to the balcony to answer the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Qin."
"he is at home."
"Not answering the phone because he was sick and sleeping."
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly increased, and Qi Feiyun said slowly: "It looks like it's just a common cold."
"… OK."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Qi Feiyun opened the door. Qin Yubai, dressed in formal attire, hurriedly asked, "Which room?"
"The first room on the right."
Qin Yubai walked over directly, he pushed open the door, and saw the person with only half of his face exposed under the gray quilt, his heart softened, he went over to touch Yan Shuang's head first, then touched his forehead, and felt that the body temperature was normal Then he was relieved a little, he wanted to tuck Yan Shuang into a blanket, but Yan Shuang had already wrapped himself into a ball, he had no room to do anything, so he just smiled helplessly, "Why did I catch a cold?"
As if hearing his voice, the person lying on the bed twisted and murmured: "Teacher Qi..."
Qin Yubai didn't hear clearly, bent down lightly, and said softly: "What?"
"husband… "
The soft voice scraped across the eardrums, and after a brief pause, a huge tsunami quickly formed in the brain.
"Drink water..."
Qin Yubai bent over and remained motionless.
The person on the hospital bed was obviously dissatisfied with the lack of response. He closed his eyes and raised his voice, saying in the bossy but coquettish tone that Qin Yubai had heard before: "Pour me some water."
Moments later, he was satisfied.
The water is cold, and it becomes warmer as it is wrapped in the warm mouth. Yan swallowed and smiled. After being fed a few sips of water, he hid, half of his face was hidden under the quilt, and cursed in a low voice. One sentence, "It's really nasty."
He didn't open his eyes the whole time, enjoying the man's care naturally.
The kiss is also very soft, lazy and relaxed, defenseless.
Qi Feiyun was flipping through a book in the living room that he didn't have time to read before. Qin Yubai wanted to see Yan Shuang.
The "master" came, of course he did not refuse to visit.
His fingers paused on the page for a long time, the densely packed letters twisted and danced on the snow-white paper as if they were alive, and none of them refused to calm down for him to read the content carefully.
His eyes were out of focus, and his mind was full of imagination.
They will say something and do something.
In the room, Qin Yubai stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept from Yan Shuang to the side of the bed. As soon as he entered, his mind was taken away by Yan Shuang, and he didn't even notice the strange situation in the room.
One side of the bed was slightly sunken.
Both pillows had signs of someone sleeping on them.
A pair of milky white plush slippers are casually placed on the carpet beside the bed.
Qin Yubai stood for a moment, then calmly reached out to lift the quilt off Yan Shuang's body.
The pajamas were crumpled, the neckline was wide open, and the scenery inside was beautiful.
Playing so crazy, he was swollen, Qin Yu thought with a blank face, stretched out his hand to cover Yan Shuang with the quilt, just as he had thought when he first entered the room, carefully tucked the quilt for Yan Shuang, leaned over under the slightly warm She kissed her on the cheek, straightened up and straightened her clothes before pushing open the bedroom door and going out.
He walked into the living room step by step, and looked at Qi Feiyun who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed.
Qi Feiyun raised his face, his eyes were indifferent, "Mr. Qin."
"When did it start?" Qin Yubai said lightly.
His tone was calm, but Qi Feiyun felt a sense of oppression that was about to come.
Neither of them is stupid, so there is no need to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Since he didn't ask Qin Yubai to stay away, he was already prepared. Qi Feiyun pondered for a moment, and said straightforwardly: "It's earlier than you think."
"Oh?" Qin Yu smiled whitely, "How early?"
Qi Feiyun reported the date accurately.
Qin Yubai heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled again, "I mean, I had a fight with me at that time, and when I came back, I was so fierce that I kept saying that he slept with someone else, so I took it to anger me, and I treated him as that person." Who is it, it turned out to be you."
Qi Feiyun understood what he meant—Yan Shuang just used him as a tool to take revenge on Qin Yubai at that time, that person could be him or anyone.
Qi Feiyun remained silent.
No matter what position he stands on now, he seems to be at a disadvantage.
A tool for lovers to be jealous-an evil doctor who hypnotizes and brainwashes-the "custodian" who guards and steals himself.
Every identity seems to be not very glorious.
"Then this time," Qin Yubai said calmly, "And why?"
"His brain, memory, and emotions are all in a state of extreme disorder now, and he needs an outlet for catharsis and regulation."
"Understood," Qin Yubai nodded gracefully, and smiled, "So I should thank you."
Qi Feiyun was silent again. After a while, he closed the book and looked at the man with a cold smile, "I have selfish intentions."
Qin Yubai found that he had completely lost his former temper.
If it had been before, he would have woken Yan Shuang up immediately, pinched his neck and forced him to ask which wild man he was calling husband just now, then dragged him off the bed and threw him in front of Qi Feiyun to confront him. The two were thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated, and then they were brought back to Qin's house to give him a good lesson and discipline, breaking one of his hands or one of his feet, whatever, as long as he knew he was wrong.
But what did he do
He kissed his cheek and closed the door with the lightest force.
He felt pathetic.
At this point, I still thought about leaving room for redemption.
Even he had never felt as furious towards Qi Feiyun as he did when he knew Wei Yichen.
Without Qi Feiyun, there would be Wei Yichen, without Wei Yichen, there would be Ji Yao, even without Ji Yao, who knows who else would be there
You can't finish chasing, and you can't kill them all.
The important thing is Yan Shuang.
Only Yan Shuang.
"You like him?" Qin Yubai actually discussed this topic with Qi Feiyun calmly.
Qi Feiyun: "I can't talk about it."
Qin Yubai sneered, and finally uttered the first foul language since he learned the truth: "Fart your mother!"
Qi Feiyun looked calm, "Compared to Mr. Qin, I dare not say I like you."
"Are you mocking me?" Qin Yubai said sharply.
Qi Feiyun: "I misunderstood, I'm telling the truth."
"Does he like you?"
Qi Feiyun paused, looked at the man with a haughty expression, and said, "Then it's even more out of the question."
Qin Yubai's face remained unchanged, and he sneered again, "I think so."
"According to my observation, he prefers Ji Yao more."
"You brat," Qin Yubai said with sharp corners of his mouth, "He's just trying to make something new."
"Maybe."
Qi Feiyun slightly adjusted his sitting posture, "Mr. Qin, please sit down."
After Qin Yubai sat down, he felt that it was incredible for the two of them to sit and talk in such a calm manner, and at the same time couldn't help but continue to ask, "What do you mean when you said that his brain, memory, and emotions are extremely disordered?"
"There is a confusion and confrontation between the character's memory and emotion and the instructions of hypnosis, which may cause him to completely run counter to a person's emotion and memory. This leads to emotional tearing and disorder."
"How long will this go on?"
"Hard to say."
Facing Qin Yubai's angry eyes, Qi Feiyun said calmly: "Mr. Qin, we have signed an agreement, which clearly states the possible risks and precautions."
Yes, very clear.
As a businessman who has handled countless contracts, Qin Yubai saw every word in the agreement clearly and studied it extremely thoroughly.
This kind of hypnosis is a great risk to the human brain, and no one can guarantee what sequelae it will produce.
Everything is back to square one.
Self-inflicted.
It was he who drew an irreversible end to the turning point of their relationship with his own hands, and for a time he felt complacently that his decision was very wise.
retribution.
Qin Yu stared fixedly at a point in the sky, and after a long time, he said, "I want to take him away."
Qi Feiyun was also silent for a long time, "Please go ahead."
"husband-"
A hoarse shout came from the bedroom, and the two men on the sofa got up at the same time and looked at each other at the same time.
Qin Yubai's eyes were piercing, but Qi Feiyun was calm and unhurried, "It's the same as calling him a servant."
"husband-"
The cry was obviously louder than before, mixed with impatience.
Qin Yubai withdrew his gaze and walked ahead.
Yan Shuang was calling her husband facing the ceiling in the bedroom. Seeing that it was Qin Yubai who came in through the door, he was stunned for a moment and said naturally, "You're here."
Qin Yubai's expression was gentle, and his face was calm, "I heard that you are sick, so I came to see you."
Yan Shuang's body is sick, he is not like the scumbags, his brain is not sick, when Qi Feiyun appeared behind Qin Yubai, he didn't need a second to think clearly about the current situation.
For convenience, he used the spell "Husband" to summon Slag Gong.
— There are two.
very good.
What are the other three doing? !
Yan Shuang grabbed the quilt and acted like a baby without any shame, "My mouth is so bitter."
"Sickness is like this," Qin Yubai bent down, reached out and stroked his hair, "What do you want to eat?"
"do not know."
Qin Yubai got up and looked back at Qi Feiyun who was standing quietly behind him.
Qi Feiyun: "There lives next door a pastry chef who is very good at making cakes, Yan Shuang likes it very much."
Qin Yu understood clearly, and said to Yan Shuang, "Lie down obediently, I'll be right back."
Lonely and widowed, Qin Yubai is worried about leaving Qi Feiyun in the apartment, saying that he doesn't care at all is a lie, he can't control Yan Shuang, and can't he control the men around Yan Shuang
The closed door finally opened after ringing the doorbell several times.
The tall, handsome man like a marble statue frowned, and for some reason looked at him with anger.
"What's the matter?"
The tone is also inexplicably bad.
Qin Yubai said patiently: "Hi, I heard that you are a pastry chef and I want to buy a cake from you."
"Not for sale—"
Sheng Guangming was decisive and gritted his teeth. If he didn't punch this rich bastard directly, he would be considered educated.
Qi Feiyun, who stood silently behind him, suddenly said, "Yan Shuang is ill."
Qin Yubai looked at the man in front of him who was more of a show model than a pastry chef. After hearing the words "Yan Shuang is sick", his face changed drastically, and his heart suddenly flew into a rage.
Who the fuck is this bastard? !