Chapter 100

"Five little, this way." the Yellow River pressed the elevator, but there may be too many people waiting to use the elevator upstairs, and the elevator hasn't come down.

CEN Baihe looked at the elevator and turned to run to the entrance of the stairs. The Yellow River was stunned and hurried to follow. Climbing to the fifth floor in one breath, the Yellow River worried that the five young people's body could not bear it. Who knows that the five young people ran directly to the ward without stopping at their feet.

"Money." Cen Baihe pushed open the door of the ward, held the door frame and panted at Qi Yan on the hospital bed.

"Bai He?" Qi Yan sat on the bed. There was a bowl of steaming Mao xuewang on the bed table in front of him. He had rice in his hand and his lips were bright. He was surprised that Cen Bai He appeared here now.

"How are you?" Cen Baihe strode to the bed and looked at him from head to foot. If there wasn't a bed table in front of him, cen Baihe would like to open the quilt and have a look. At this time, he had long forgotten that he had confessed to Qian Qian. All he thought about was the picture of Qi Yan's injury. At the beginning, the scene of Qi Yan's whole body bathing in blood in Wang Township had a great impact on Cen Baihe. Now he is afraid as long as he hears that Qi Yan is injured and goes to the hospital.

"I'm fine," Qi Yan swallowed the food in his mouth. "Isn't it good?"

CEN Baihe paid attention to what Qi Yan ate. Seeing the red hair and blood, he immediately frowned: "the wound on your arm is just right. How can your stomach stand such spicy things? Who prepared this for you?"

Xiang Qiang, who sat next to him and pretended to be a transparent man, touched his nose. He can't blame him. Master Qi insisted on eating Mao xuewang and said what was missing, so he had to do it obediently.

"Well, Hello, Mr. Cen," Xiang Qiang smiled awkwardly at Cen Baihe, trying to brush his sense of existence, "I'm Xiang Qiang. It's great that you can come back safely."

"Mr. Xiang, I remember you. We have met several times before," Cen Baihe shook hands with Xiang Qiang. "Thank you for taking care of money. I just came back and don't know how his injury is. Can you tell me?"

"We have accompanied master Qi to have a general examination. This is the examination report issued by the hospital," Xiang Qiang handed the report to Cen Baihe. "Master Qi has no big problem, but his body is a little weak. Just go back and keep it for two days. Now he lives in the hospital because he vomited blood and has to be hospitalized for 24 hours."

"Vomited blood?" Cen Baihe looked tight and turned to see Qi Yan holding duck blood with chopsticks. "Money, what happened?"

Qi Yan secretly stretched out his chopsticks and shrunk back. His eyes turned. "If there's anything to say when I finish my meal, I can't eat if you look at me like this."

CEN Baihe took out his handkerchief and walked to him. He wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth. He sighed helplessly, "do you know how worried I am when I hear you go to the hospital? Don't hide anything from me, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Xiang Qiang looked at the interaction between the two people and felt a little strange. Even if the relationship between friends was good, he didn't take out a handkerchief to wipe the other's mouth.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "you heard that I was worried when I went to the hospital. Then I heard that there was an accident on your flight. Can you worry?"

Unable to say a word, cen Baihe reluctantly reached out and touched Qi Yan's hair top. His voice was gentle and lingering: "you once told me that I have an excellent life style and purple Qi to protect my body. How can an accident happen?"

Qi Yan poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks. Yes, cen Baihe is very expensive. It is reasonable to say that even in this case, he will be safe. He took so much effort to ask God for blessings. Isn't he full?

However, no matter how easy purple Qi was to use and how expensive life style was, it could not stand how dangerous the situation was at that time. What's more, when it happened, I didn't know whether the plane went into China. What if the purple gas of Baihe is not easy to use abroad?

Qi Yan tried to find a reasonable excuse for his previous behavior, but how he thought and felt, he seemed to be really superfluous before.

Aware of this, Qi Yan doesn't want to tell Cen Baihe such a humiliating thing, but if he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean Xiang Qiang, who has become his fan brother, won't say it.

"Mr. Cen, master Qi vomited blood and sent it to the hospital because of the blessing ceremony," Xiang Qiang's eyes glowed. "But master Qi is so powerful that he can summon the dragon."

"I also make complaints about seven colors of dragon balls."

When Cen Baihe heard the word "dragon", he thought of the sounds like Fengming and dragon roaring he heard on the plane. He glanced at Qi Yan and said to Xiang Qiang, "can you tell Mr. what happened?"

Qi Yan gives Xiang Qiang his eyes and asks him not to say. Unfortunately, Xiang Qiang is in a state of great excitement. He thinks it's a pity not to tell Mr. Cen that master Qi has done such a powerful thing for Mr. Cen.

After listening to Xiang Qiang, cen Baihe's heart is like being caught. It's sweet and sour, but more painful.

"Qian Qian!" Cen Baihe turned and hugged Qi Yan, calling Qi Yan's name, "Qian Qian..."

Xiang Qiang stared at the scene. As soon as he wanted to speak, his shoulder was held by a man. He looked back and saw that it was the bodyguard brought by Mr. Cen.

"The two of them have something to say. Let's not disturb them here." the Yellow River tugged Xiang Qiang out of the door. "Walk, walk, you accompany me to see Master Qi's attending doctor."

"No, this..." before Xiang Qiang finished, he was dragged out of the ward by the Yellow River with his mouth covered. When he looked back again, he could only see the door closed by the Yellow River.

"Mr. Xiang," the two brothers of the Yellow River generally patted Xiang Qiang on the shoulder, "as others, sometimes we should be more interesting, right?"

Xiang Qiang:?

"Hey, the table is about to fall." Qi Yan opened his hands and said reluctantly, "I'm easy. You don't have to care so much."

"Since praying for me is just easy, you can pick me up," Cen Baihe loosened Qi Yan, received Qi Yan's chopsticks on the bed table and looked at Qi Yan with a smile, "and then easily accompany me all my life, live together and die together, okay?"

Qi Yan's eyes looked left and right, but he didn't look at Cen Baihe. "How can there be so many handy?"

"As long as you like, you can have so many hands," Cen Baihe grabbed Qi Yan's shoulders, looked at his face and said, "OK, huh?"

"It's such an adult. Don't be coquettish," Qi Yan touched his hot face and patted Cen Baihe's hand on his shoulder. "Talk well."

Unexpectedly, cen Baihe had the audacity to lean on the bed and put his head on his leg. "Qian Qian, when the robbers shot at me, I really thought I would never come back."

Qi Yan's expression suddenly changed. Did the robber shoot Bai He? His palm was itchy and he wanted to draw two curses.

"At that moment, I unconsciously thought of a lot of people, my family, the employees in my company who need to make money, and... You."

Qi Yan's tight shoulders collapsed. He looked down at the man who put his face on the quilt like a tired bird who finally found his nest and was silent.

"At that time, I regretted that I didn't hold my lover again, and didn't have the opportunity to hold his hand, so my bones would disappear into the vast sea." Cen Baihe closed his eyes and recalled the scenes on the plane, "my father is accompanied by other children, and the staff of our company can find other jobs, but what should you do if you live alone?"

"What if your future partner is not good enough for you, or you are lonely all your life?" Cen Baihe opened his eyes and looked up at Qi Yan. "Don't laugh at me. At that time, I really thought I was important to you, so important that I was afraid of death and afraid of death."

"No," Qi Yan slowly put down his hand, his palm fell on Cen Baihe's head, and a trace of warmth rushed into his palm, "I won't laugh at you, because you are really important to me."

Since the old man died, no one has talked about him and taught him a lesson. Until Cen Baihe appeared, he was obviously a cold person, but when facing him, he had to take care of what he wore and what he ate.

He never got along with his family. He thought Cen Baihe regarded him as his own brother, so he would be extra patient. So when he learned that Cen Baihe had such thoughts about him, his first reaction was not nausea, but a little confused.

This feeling that I treat you as a brother, but you want to sleep with me makes him a little strange.

But as long as he thought that he and Cen Baihe would go their separate ways and set up their own families in the future, and Baihe would care about his wife and children instead of him, he felt that he was a little upset.

This kind of monopolistic mentality is a little strange. At least he doesn't have this idea about Wang hang and them.

The Internet says that the desire for monopoly is the beginning of love, so what does he mean to Cen Baihe?

"I'm so important to you, shall we be together?" after this incident, cen Baihe understood a truth. To pursue his sweetheart is to be shameless, to strike while the iron is hot, and to move forward bravely without retreating.

Life is just a few decades. It's too late to be good to the person you love, hurt him and love him. Why waste a good time?

Qi Yan didn't stop touching Cen Baihe's hair. He just touched it and pinched the tip of his ear. CEN Baihe's ear tip is warm and soft, which is completely inconsistent with his usual cold personality. Qi Yan looks down at Cen Baihe's red ear tip, "we are the same gender. Will your family agree?"

CEN Baihe let money pinch his ears, but the more he pinched, the more itchy he felt: "my family will not object, gender is not a problem!"

Qi Yan chuckled, "really?"

The laughter finally made Cen Baihe couldn't help it. He sat up and threw Qi Yan on the bed, pasted it in Qi Yan's ear and whispered, "money, sometimes I really want to put you in my pocket, hold you in the palm of my hand, hold you every day, and don't let you leave me one step."

Qi Yan sighed in his heart. He didn't expect Bai He to have this hobby.

But if only he could be carried into his pocket, at least he could sleep and eat if he wanted without walking.

"Bai He! What are you doing?!" second sister Cen's sharp voice sounded at the door.

Qi yantiao Mei: what if the family members agreed that they would not object?

CEN Baihe: