"Severe cold?" A gentle female voice sounded with a smile.

"..." Yan Han's right eyelid jumped a few times, he pinched his eyelid, came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically at the woman across from him, "Sorry teacher, lost his mind."

Xu Jing is in her 40s. Although she pays attention to maintenance, there are still some traces of years in the corners of her eyes. When she smiles, a few crow's feet appear, "I rarely see you like this. Tell me?"

Yan Han looked at a few pieces of A4 paper in his hand, and then said, "I don't think the basic settings..."

"Hmm~" Xu Jing shook her head with a smile, "I mean, talk about things that can make you lose your mind?"

Yan Han smiled helplessly, put down the script in his hand, and sighed: "Today is November 16th..."

The woman looked at him, as if asking what was so special about this day.

However, Yan Han did not continue to talk about it. This day was nothing special before, but I don't know why I felt it was an important day in my heart from a few months ago. Like... whose birthday is it? It's not my birthday, it's not my mother's birthday, it's not Qin Lang's, and it's not Bai Yue's...

Oh yes, Qin Lang. Apart from that strange feeling, today seems to be a party with Jing Yu about Qin Lang?

The smile on Yan Han's face gradually cooled down. He put away the script, got up and said to Xu Jing: "Teacher, I suddenly remembered that there is something important, and I have to take a step first."

Xu Jing nodded understandingly, she looked at Yan Han and picked up her jacket, and smiled: "I wish you well."

Yan Han froze for a while, then nodded with a smile.

However, probably his teacher set a flag for him!

As soon as he left the cafe, the assistant Xiao ran stepped forward to open the car door for him, while he was pulling out his mobile phone and preparing to send two text messages to Qin Lang as usual. Before the edited text message was sent, there was a sudden "boom" from the top of his head.

The cold looked up reflexively, and the signboard of the cafe was smashed down towards him. Yan Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly bent his knees and rolled to the side.

Although he dodged the center, he still hit the cold arm, and the place where he rolled hit his head, so he passed out.

Before he lost consciousness, his text message still hadn't been sent. Qin Lang, that idiot, had gone to Jing Yu's place? Really, it didn't go well at all.

Yan Han blinked, and the time he waited for the other party to reply made his eyes a little dry. There was still a snow-white ceiling above, and the room was filled with a strange smell of fresh flowers and disinfectant.

He touched his pockets and found nothing. Forget, this is a sick suit, no cigarettes in my pocket. He looked at the counter again, except for the flowers and fruits and a glass of warm water brought by the agent and teacher, there was no smoke at all.

He sighed faintly, and could only stare dryly at the last voice message he sent on his phone. He didn't click on his own message, but thought of the other party's blushing face from embarrassment, it must be very cute.

Imagining Qin Lang's blushing appearance, Yan Han naturally recalled the scene of Qin Lang under him that night. It was already twenty-seven years old, but he tasted so tender and delicious. Intoxicated and slightly drunk eyes, pitiful and lovely blush, and those beautiful wet eyes, smooth skin as white as porcelain, straight and slender legs, sweet and lingering moans...

Yan Han didn't want anyone to see Qin Lang like that. Only in front of him.

Yan Han drank the warm water from the cup at the counter and lowered the fire. As soon as he woke up, he sent a text message to Qin Lang, Qin Lang has already left from Jing Yu, right? I've been on the phone for a while just now, and the environment on the other side of the phone is also very quiet, should it be at home?

Messages will probably not be answered again. Yan Han smiled, pressed the screen and said the last voice in a low voice: "Good night."

On the second day, the most searched on the Internet was "severe cold accident".

Qin Lang sat up and let it go for a while, then yawned and stretched, took out his mobile phone from the pillow, and swiped the screen casually twice. Sure enough, the news of Yan Han's accidental injury has been flying all over the Internet.

Qin Lang snorted twice and called Yan Han directly.

There was a quick call, and the voice seemed to have just woken up: "Qin Lang?"

"..." Qin Lang was just worried and made the call impulsively. He wanted to hang up directly, but he was a little angry that Yan Han lied to him last night that he was fine. It took about a minute before he spit out a word, "You..."

Yan Han hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and said gently, "It's alright, it's just a minor injury, don't worry."

Qin Lang didn't speak again. He just saw the photos on the Internet, how could it be okay if such a big billboard fell down.

So annoying. Obviously already divorced, why bother to provoke him. It's so annoying when he's provoked, and he treats him as an ordinary person, just saying that it's okay to perfunctory!

Qin Lang choked his throat, very aggrieved and angry, "Since you said it's fine. That's it."

"Crack", the phone hangs up.

As soon as Qin Lang hung up the phone, the phone rang again. It was Yan Han who called, and Qin Lang cut it off. Calling over there, refusing to listen here, repeating it several times, like a kindergartener.

In the end, Yan Hanxian conceded defeat and sent a text message without saying anything. It was an address, hospital and ward number.

The system looked at it for a long time, and seemed to understand: "Is the target person using bitter meat?"

Qin Lang was deeply relieved: "Twenty-five, you have finally grown up."

The system rolled his eyes: "Why is he so troublesome? Last night, he just said that he was injured, and that's fine? Just because you care about him so much, you can go directly if he gives an address? And it's still night, take care of him and sleep with him. Let's do this and that together..."

Qin Lang clicked his tongue: "I take back what you said when you grew up. Also, is it really good for you to have more and more things in your mind at twenty-five? Aren't you afraid of getting a virus?"

System: "..." Refused to admit that he was a little yellow brain system.

Qin Lang: "Yan Han already likes me now. So, he won't directly say that he is injured and wants me to see him. He knows that I will definitely go, but that kind of call will come and go. I'm not what he wants. He actually doesn't want me to love him so much that he can't love himself. How could he send out such a hurt message if he didn't acquiesce? I was worried about him and came together the next day He will definitely find out that he is lying to me. He deliberately made me angry, and then pretended to be no match for me, afraid that I would really ignore him, so he had no choice but to tell me the address. "

System Review: "It's not honest."

Qin Lang shook his head: "NONONO, this is a careful, step-by-step approach. Although the ultimate goal is to ask me to find him, the effect is completely different from the starting point. If I say it directly, it means that it is clearly using bitter meat, and Yan Han also knows that I was attending a party at Jing Yu's house yesterday, so his image is not perfect, he is jealous and scheming, and there will be elements of malicious showing off, like the kind of 'whatever you don't love me, I When you got hurt, you didn't leave your new love and came here' , he didn't want to worry me, so he didn't tell the truth, and after the accident was exposed by the media, he told me that he was afraid that I was really angry, so he lowered his position."

"As he said, he is chasing me, not seeking reconciliation. What he wants to give to me is not simply to be together again, but to let me realize that he loves me, likes me, and cares about me. Well... I like him a little bit, and although he plays tricks with me, he respects people very much."

The system touched his knees. He didn't know how many times he had kneeled to the boss. It was just a love affair. Why are there so many routines? However, the host's last sentence still made the system feel the joy of the progress of the task: "Then are you going to find your husband now?"

"Well, let's go." Qin Lang got up to wash and change his clothes. Although he was angry and anxious, he was going to see the person he liked after all. He still took care of himself, neither deliberately nor casually.

The hospital where the severe cold was hospitalized was in City S next door, and it wasn't long before the news was released online. To be on the safe side, he took the driver and assistant with him, and it took more than two hours to arrive at the hospital. Outside the door, Qin Lang slowed down, looked at his clothes subconsciously, took off the hat as a disguise tool, scratched his hair, and handed over the scarf, hat, and sunglasses to Xiaomei, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in." There is a lot of space inside the door, and the cold voice has some echo effect.

Qin Lang twisted the door and went in. He saw the person sitting on the bed reading a book. In an instant, his thoughts burst. He panicked to cover up his emotions before approaching, moved his lips, but didn't know what to say or how to speak. Why come? In what capacity did you come? He was afraid that Yanhan would ask him that.

Fortunately, Yan Han didn't plan to keep the two of them relatively silent. He smiled at Qin Lang, a little helpless, and indulged: "I told you a long time ago that I'm fine, so I came here specially. Sit down, I want a drink. Anything? I'll let Xiaojie go..."

"No..." Qin Lang interrupted him, pursed his lips and sat down, "I just... come to see you, um... I'll leave in a while."

"Is that so..." Yan Han also had a smile in his eyes. He knew that Qin Lang was thin-skinned, so he didn't ask questions, but said thoughtfully, "Then you are sitting so far away, can you see clearly?"

Qin Lang's hand on his knee unconsciously clenched his trouser legs. The momentum of hanging up the cold phone not long ago was gone, and every pore seemed to say that he was nervous.

Yan Han didn't seem to see Qin Lang's nervousness. He easily lifted his arm, which was still in plaster cast, and said with a smile, "It's really okay, I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I'll be fine in a week."

Qin Lang looked at Yan Han's face carefully, not pale, it was fine. The spirit is also good. I can also lift the quilt and get out of bed, which is fine. He also walked very steadily, and he was in front of him in three steps, very good...

Wait...it seems like something is wrong.

When Qin Lang reacted, he was already surrounded by the severe cold, the man looked down at him condescendingly, smiled with a slightly evil face, got closer, got closer, and his warm breath hit his face: "This way... Can you see clearly?"

Qin Lang's heart seemed to suddenly jump into an antelope, jumping so high, thumping, and jumping unbearably.

Yes, that's what it looks like. Shy, overwhelmed and a little flustered, Yan Han looked at him with satisfaction, and his warm palm couldn't help caressing the man's slightly hot face. Injuring him, the wounded, only leaned back in the chair.

But the place is so wide, and where else can you hide?

Yan Han smiled silently, lowered his head and kissed Qin Lang. Neither strong nor domineering, just a gentle kiss full of longing, Yan Han tossed Qin Lang's soft lips a few times, then pecked him lightly to release him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for coming to see me."

Qin Lang's face was already flushed red, and when Yan Han let go of him, he immediately stood up from the chair, as if there was something piercing on the chair.

[Ding, Severe Cold - Favorability 10, current Favorability 85. ]

"You...you'll be fine. I...Let's go first..." Qin Lang blushed and ran.

Yan Han smiled behind him: "Well then, see you in a month."

"Goodbye..." Qin Lang, whose brain had been fooled by the kiss, actually didn't hear what Yan Han said.

After that so-called month, when Yan Han met him in the hotel toilet, Qin Lang remembered this sentence.