The light of the wall lamp was soft, creating a light halo on Yan Shuang's fair side face, and the screen of the mobile phone on his knee reflected a little dazzling light.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Yubai was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep with his eyes closed.

Yan Shuang glanced at him, "Is the screen too bright?"

"It's not bright," Qin Yubai asked, "what are you looking at?"

Yan Shuang's face was pale, and his expression seemed to be a little helpless. He turned the phone over and turned the screen to Qin Yubai, "Study."

The dense text on the screen shook Qin Yubai's head, and he frowned, "Why don't you use a computer?"

Yan Shuang took back the phone and lowered his head without saying a word.

Qin Yubai knew that he had asked a silly question as soon as he finished speaking.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I have an unused notebook in my study, you can use it."

"No, I'm used to watching it on my phone," Yan Shuang glanced at him, "Go to sleep, I'll watch."

Qin Yubai was very awkward.

When Yan Shuang spoke to him so calmly, he felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't know what to do," Qin Yubai said coldly and sternly, "If you tell me to go, just go!"

Yan Shuang pursed his lips, and returned indifferently, "I don't need your things."

"you-"

Qin Yubai felt a tightness in his chest and coughed twice.

Seeing this, Yan Shuang got up, "Forget it, I'll call someone else over."

"No...cough..." Qin Yubai reached out and grabbed Yanshuang's wrist, holding back his cough, Jun's face flushed, and he finished the sentence with difficulty, "Don't go."

Yan Shuang said coldly: "You can either sleep or let me go. I won't quarrel with you."

Qin Yubai struggled for a while, but still said, "Sit down honestly."

Yan Shuang sat down again with a cold face, took out his mobile phone and continued to watch.

Qin Yubai held Yan Shuang's wrist in his hot palm. This person always had a stinky face in front of him. He had a stubborn and cold temper, and his skin was cold. It was very comfortable to hold. Unconsciously, he slid down slowly, and unconsciously grabbed Yan Shuang's hand under the quilt.

By the time he reacted, his two hands were already interlocking.

Before he could move, Yan Shuang had already slapped his hand hard.

Qin Yubai immediately clenched Yanshuang's hands in a repressive manner, "What's the trouble."

"Don't pull me," Yan Shuang said, "You're sweating."

"What's wrong with sweating? Last night..."

Qin Yubai opened his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Shuang who was covering his mouth above. The thin melon seed face turned red from chin to cheek, and his eyes like autumn water glared at him, "Are you going to sleep? Don't sleep with me. gone!"

The hot breath sprayed on the palm, and returned to the mouth and nose. The palm and lips merged into a small space, which gradually became hot and humid.

A vague sense of suffocation, breathing slowed down.

The four eyes met, their eyes collided briefly, stagnated for a second, and immediately dodged and separated in tacit understanding.

The hand that was pressing his lips was suddenly released, and the air returned to his heart. The hand he was clasping also used strength, trying to escape from his palm, Qin Yubai took a deep breath, and subconsciously clenched his palm. the hand.

The sweat has become very sticky in the two hands of different temperatures, and the two hands are clasped together greasy.

His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, his chest was a little stuffy, and the itch that spread from his throat rushed to his throat. He tried his best to endure it, but he still coughed lightly.

Once the cough starts, it can't be stopped.

Qin Yubai coughed, turned his face and pressed it on the pillow, trying to reduce the sound of his coughing as much as possible.

The hand he was holding took the opportunity to escape.

The palm of his hand became empty in an instant, his five fingers curled up in vain, Qin Yubai didn't have the strength to grab him, his breath was stuffed in the soft pillow, his whole face was hot.

His suppressed cough echoed in the quiet room.

There is also the sound of footsteps gradually moving away from...

He is his servant, but flees at every opportunity.

Qin Yubai was both angry and helpless, and there was an unspeakable annoyance in his heart.

Run, when he recovers a little, he will be able to get him back immediately, and then punish him well, together with the disappearance today!

"Drink some water."

The violent imagination was suddenly cut off.

Qin Yubai tilted his head, revealing half of his face from the pillow, a morbid blush floated on his cheeks, his fierce eyes had not been retracted, and he looked like a beast with a head injury.

aggrieved.

Yan Shuang felt amused in his heart, and handed the water glass forward in his hand, "Would you drink it? I'll pour it if you don't."

Qin Yu Bai coughed, and reached out his hand to take the water glass with a cold face.

The temperature of the glass is just right, warm, just right for the entrance.

The water slid into the throat, the discomfort was barely suppressed, and the head and face were not so stuffy.

Yan Shuang silently took the water glass from his hand, "Do you still want it?"

"No."

My throat is much more comfortable.

Qin Yubai turned over and watched Yan Shuang put the cup aside, then returned to him, sitting quietly on the head of the bed, his eyes glued to Yan Shuang's body, like nostalgia and vigilance.

"Go to sleep, don't bother." Yan Shuang said helplessly.

Qin Yubai had an inexplicable feeling.

As if he was a child who made trouble with his family during his illness, Yan Shuang was accommodating him.

Can't think any more.

Qin Yubai closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, but the eyeballs under his eyelids were still moving.

"My mother..."

Yan Shuang's soft voice sounded, Qin Yubai frowned slightly.

The atmosphere tonight is too wrong, and Yan Shuang's behavior is also a little abnormal. Is he trying to impress him with his tragic past?

What to say?

Poor life, missing mother, those sympathetic clichés?

"She left at your age."

Qin Yubai: "..."

"Almost," Yan Shuang said slowly, "probably there are still two or three years left."

Qin Yubai gritted his teeth, "Shut up, I'm going to sleep."

When the effect of the medicine came up, the disturbed thoughts were diluted in the irritability and fatigue of the whole day, and drowsiness came over, Qin Yubai fell into a drowsiness that seemed to be awake but not awake.

Vaguely, he noticed the pain in the back of his hand, and immediately a pair of cool hands covered him and pressed it gently.

The hands left too quickly, and he slept too deeply to grasp at all.

There was a voice that had appeared in the dream, concerned about him worriedly, and told him to take care of his body and make sure nothing happened.

who is it?

Is that Qin Qing?

No, not Qin Qing.

Qin Qing will not go out that door.

Who is that?

When Qin Yubai woke up, he felt that most of his illness had healed. At least the feeling of powerlessness after a fever had weakened a lot.

The room was empty, and an empty water glass was placed by the bedside.

Qin Yubai stared at the empty water glass for a while, then sat up slowly, took the phone and called the servant to come up.

The maid came up immediately.

"Where are the people?" Qin Yu said whitely.

The servant was at a loss, "Who are you referring to, sir?"

Qin Yubai's face was cold and his name rolled around his mouth several times before he said unwillingly, "Yan Shuang."

"Mr. Yan said early in the morning that he went out to work."

"Part-time work?!" Qin Yubai coughed lightly and said angrily, "I'm not very sick...Go, send someone to bring him back...Wait, ask Wei Yichen to come up."

After a while, the loyal butler came up, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"That fake," Qin Yubai called Yan Shuang naturally in front of the housekeeper who knew the inside story, with a worried expression, "I ran outside again early in the morning, doing some work, and asked him to come back. If he doesn't want to come back... tell him. , I pay him double the hourly rate."

Others will pick them up, but if they are not kept together, they will not be able to pick them up.

Wei Yichen was silent for a moment and did not answer.

"If something goes wrong again," Qin Yubai warned, "I'm not Zhang Xudong."

Zhang Xudong was Wei Yichen's former employer, and now he has been imprisoned, and he will not come out for 20 to 30 years.

Qin Yubai personally sent the person in, and Wei Yichen also made a contribution.

"Understood," Wei Yichen bowed his head, expressing his education, "I will bring people back as soon as possible."

In the convenience store, Yan Shuang is helping customers to warm up breakfast.

Today is the weekend, but there are still many people who go to the company to work overtime early.

He himself is one of them.

Handing the heated breakfast to the guests, Yan Shuang smiled and said, "Thank you for coming."

The sound of "ding bell" came, and Yan Shuang raised his head, "Welcome," his smile widened when he saw the person coming, "...come here."

The tall figure stood against the light at the door, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face, and his eyes behind the lens revealed strangeness and precaution, "Mr. Yan, President Qin asked me to pick you up."

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually flattened, his body leaned out of the cashier counter, and he showed a sweeter smile, "Welcome! Please let the guests in front please."

The office worker hurriedly squeezed past the person in front of him, gave him a displeased look, and quickly took sandwiches and oolong tea to check out. Fortunately, the salesperson's warm attitude relieved his discomfort a little.

"thanks for coming."

Wei Yichen turned sideways to give way, lowered his eyes slightly, and finally walked into the store and stood in front of the cashier.

Yan Shuang lowered his head and took a rag to wipe off the dust that did not exist on the table.

"President Qin asked you to go back, and he will give you double the hourly salary here."

Business, cold tone.

The rag slid across the table, but no one responded.

The sound of laughter broke the dull atmosphere in the store. A group of teenagers dressed as students entered the store and crowded in front of the freezer to discuss which ice cream to buy.

"This one has an event now," Yan Shuang moved over and introduced enthusiastically, "Buy two for half price."

"Really? What about other flavors?"

"These three flavors can be mixed and all participate in the event."

"Great."

The convenience store is full of lively fireworks, and Yan Shuang diligently scans the QR code for the sweet summer of the students.

The students were very dissatisfied with the man standing in front of the cash register occupying the space, and because the other party was too tall and cold, they didn't dare to raise any objections, so they could only get together, look strangely, and talk quietly.

Yan Shuang packed the bags and handed them to the students, completely ignoring Wei Yichen who was standing in front of the cashier.

A thought suddenly popped into Wei Yichen's mind.

They ignore each other so coldly, it's like...

"Aren't you going?"

Wei Yichen opened his mouth and his tone softened a little.

Yan Shuang played with the QR code scanner used for the cash register, raising his eyes, "Don't go."

There was another "ding bell" at the door.

"Oh, are you annoying, I said I don't want to eat, I'm losing weight, this oil is dead."

The girl avoided the pancake that the boy put out to her mouth, "I want to buy a salad."

"You have a taste. I added tenderloin, and it was delicious."

"Don't eat!"

The girl turned around angrily and went straight to the freezer.

Nan Huan still followed behind her, "Aren't you really going to eat?"

"If you say you don't eat it, don't eat it!"

"Don't eat and pull down."

"You get up - get away!"

It's a couple who are arguing.

Wei Yichen's fingers in his pocket curled up, he withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on Yan Shuang who was playing with the code scanning gun.

"Don't be angry," the boy finally compromised, hugging the girl and kissing her cheek, while buying a one-sided apology, "Baby, I was wrong."

The girl gave him a charming look, "You're the only one annoying."

The two walked out of the convenience store hugging each other sweetly.

The shop was quiet again.

The two were silent across the cashier counter.

Wei Yichen knew very well that this was a tug of war.

But from the beginning of this tug of war, he lost.

He had clearly made the decision to quit, but he was still restless, unconsciously indulging in this dangerous game.

It seems that there is really a cause and effect in the world.

He was used to being the executioner who sent people on the road, and finally someone eagerly handed him the side of the sharp knife.

"I was wrong," said cold words from thin lips, "don't be angry."

Yan Shuang raised his head, his eyes still didn't put people in his eyes. In Wei Yichen's calm face, he suddenly bent his eyes. He stretched out his hand and put the code scanning gun in Wei Yichen's heart, "I won't forgive you."

The wicked smile was as bright as a rose, and his eyes were full of the joy of the prank's success - it turned out that he didn't care at all, but just treated his mood as a joke.

There is a masochistic pleasure.

There seems to be a hallucination in the eardrum.

"drop-"

It was the sound of his heart being swept into a shopping cart.