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Fan Xing, who was holding onto a flower and doll in front of the screen was shocked, staring straight at the Wen Yiyan who was not on the screen.

Lin Sichun turned off the walkie-talkie, looking at her dumbfounded expression, "Fan Xing, you choose."

Fan Xing was stunned, he did not see that Lin Sichun, who had returned to the living room, was still staring fixedly at the man outside the door.

Aunt Lin walked to her side and put down a cup of honey water. "Miss Fan, your head still hurt from drinking so much. This honey water can help you."

Fan Xing thanked her without blinking.

"Miss Fan, these are yellow roses and the stars. They're very beautiful."

"It was Lin Sichun who proposed the conditions for him."

A voice came from the living room, "I only request to buy yellow roses. The stars in the sky are not my style."

Lin Sichun's words caught Fan Xing's attention as she touched the sky full of stars in the middle of the yellow rose.

"Miss Fan, do you know that the flowery language of the stars is willing to be your supporting role?"

Seeing her confused expression, Aunt Lin smiled, "This is him expressing his love. Even if you don't want to forgive him, he will always protect you and love you."

Fan Xing was at a loss of what to do, he turned his gaze back to the screen.

Aunt Lin came to the living room and poured Lin Sichun a cup of coffee, but she heard Lin Sichun's faint voice, "Aunt Lin, you really know a lot."

"Young master, you're not bad either."

Lin Sichun did not reply, and silently drank his coffee.

The wind outside the window began howling, causing the glass to vibrate.

"Young master, the weather forecast says that there will be typhoons and heavy rain."

At the same time, Uncle Lin heard his voice. She looked at the screen worriedly, and even her clothes were flapped about by the man, "Lin Sichun, tell him to go back quickly."

"Then you decided to stay with me?"

"No, after he's gone, I'll go to my friends' place. I'm sorry to bother you."

Lin Sichun nodded, although he was not satisfied with what she said, but as long as he did not immediately return with the man, he felt that there shouldn't be a problem.

Wait, why did he care so much about her?

Could it be because …

Lin Sichun shook his head, allowing his thoughts to leave his mind.

He turned on the microphone again and said, "Mr. Wen, there will be a storm soon. It's better for you to hurry home."

Wen Yiyan who was being blown by the wind to the point where his eyes were slightly closed did not move at all.

"Mr. Wen, I have already reminded you in good faith. As for whether you want to leave or not, that is your problem."

With that, he turned off the microphone again.

However, in an instant, a strong gust of wind blew from the outside, causing rain to fall and drenched Wen Yiyan from head to toe.

The bean-sized rain lashed against the man's body, revealing the muscles hidden beneath his shirt.

Fan Xing tightly held the sky full of stars in his hands.

She felt depressed as she watched the man who had become a drowned chicken not moving in the gale.

Seeing that the servants were busy closing the windows tightly, Fan Xing waved his hands at Lin Sichun who was in the living room, showing the symbol of '2'.

The others thought that Fan Xing would experience some sort of happy event and only Lin Sichun knew that it represented a number.

He got Uncle Li to bring out a big black umbrella and gave it to Fan Xing.

"You are responsible for your choice."

"I understand. Thank you so much for today."

Because it was too stormy outside, Aunt Lin suggested that Wen Yiyan store the gift here first. After the storm, they would return it to her.

Fan Xing nodded her head to express her thanks. After bidding farewell to them, she resolutely left the villa.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he opened the umbrella and walked out of the garden.

The black umbrella was about to flip, and Fan Xing carefully increased his strength.

When they finally reached the iron gate, it slowly opened.

When the man outside saw the woman behind the door, he quickly stepped forward and hugged her.

The woman was so frightened by the sudden embrace that she lost control of the umbrella. The black umbrella was blown to the ground by the strong wind and continuously flew around.

"You bastard, don't touch me."

The woman tried to struggle free from his embrace, but he held her tightly.

"You want to take revenge on me and purposely let me be with you, right?"

The man took a deep breath. "Don't leave alone, no matter what happens."

The woman in his arms was stunned.

This bastard, could he please coax her so that she won't be angry and ask for more requests?

Fan Xing felt the majestic rain washing over the two of them, and raised his head, "What do you want to say to me, let's talk inside the car."

However, she saw that Wen Yiyan's hand movements did not change, but his eyes were blurred.

Fan Xing thought that things weren't good, this fellow couldn't be about to fall right?

Just at that moment, Wen Yiyan was exhausted and fell on Fan Xing.

How could Fan Xing's thin body support his powerful physique? She could only open it up and barely support him.

"Wen Yiyan, Wen Yiyan, wake up …"

But Wen Yiyan shut his eyes tightly and did not give her any response.

This was the first time Fan Xing had tripped over Wen Yiyan, and he felt like an ant in a hot nest.

At this time, the iron gate behind her opened again.

Uncle Li and Aunt Li came to Fan Xing's side and helped her get Wen Yiyan's body up, only then was she able to catch her breath.

"Open the door, Miss Fan, and we'll help him into the car."

Fan Xing was drenched all over, he gratefully nodded, and quickly found the car keys on Wen Yiyan's body.

With much difficulty, Fan Xing managed to get him to sit calmly in the front passenger seat as he repeatedly thanked Uncle Li and his wife.

Aunt Li, who was holding up her umbrella by the side of the window, laughed and teased, "Miss Fan, it was Young Master who couldn't stand it and wanted us to come and help you. You must remember to thank the Young Master."

"Thank you Uncle Li, Aunt Li, I'll have to trouble you to help me convey my gratitude to Lin Sichun.

Aunt Li smiled and nodded. In her heart, she felt that this little girl was quite friendly. Then she retreated to the side with Uncle Li and waved towards the car that was starting up.

Fan Xing brought Wen Yiyan back to the small district, pushed him and used the ground to bring him home with difficulty.

Fan Xing, who had almost fallen to the ground, threw Wen Yiyan onto the sofa and fiercely glared at him, "You big bastard, you were obviously the one who came to beg me to come home, what happened in the end!?"

However, the person on the sofa didn't utter a single word. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

"You slept so well, I almost lost my life."

Fan Xing puffed his cheeks in anger, but his hands did not stop moving to change his wet clothes.

She took off her wet clothes from the man's skin. Although it wasn't the first time seeing him naked, Fan Xing still blushed.

Damn it, how could this bastard's body be so good? Look at his muscles!

Suddenly, Fan Xing felt his body under the fingertip tremble lightly, and immediately recovered his senses.

They hurriedly carried a set of pajamas and a blanket upstairs. They first dressed Wen Yiyan in his pajamas, then tucked him in.

After touching his burning hot forehead, Fan Xing took out a heat detection needle from the medicine box and placed it under his arm.

During this time, she cleaned up her drenched body.

When she returned to the man, she took out the hot needle.

The mercury-red line reached 39 degrees, no wonder it fell.

He couldn't blame her for being in a mess. After all, in all the years he had known this guy, he had never seen him in such a sorry state. Yet, he actually fell into her arms.

He had to find Lin Sichun later and think of a way to get the video of him bitterly waiting outside until he fell, then he would be able to laugh at him to his heart's content in the future.

Fan Xing, whose heart was filled with ridicule, could not help but snicker, but a moment later, she retracted her smile.

She and he … Would there be a future?

With a soft sigh, she got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water.

He went back to the sofa and took out the usual fever potion from the medicine cabinet.

Just as he was about to feed the medicine to Wen Yiyan, his phone rang.

She put the medicine away and listened to the sound as she looked for the location of her cell phone.

Finally, Wen Yiyan took out the phone from the pocket of his pants that could squeeze out water.

The caller ID was Chief Huang from Wen Yiyan's department.

Fan Xing, as he was afraid that there was an emergency in the hospital, quickly pressed the answer button.

A roar sounded out from the phone, "Brat, what time is it? Why aren't you at the hospital yet?"

Fan Xing didn't even have time to respond before he heard him say again, "Early in the morning, you begged me to let you go back and rest. You said that I would give you the night shift tonight, but the result is that I shouldn't have mercifully believed your words …"

Fan Xing felt that if he did not interrupt him, he could talk for three days and three nights.

She cleared her throat, "Hello, Chief Huang, I am Wen Yiyan's wife."

"Who are you, who is Wen Yiyan?"

Chief Huang was so focused on listening to Fan Xing's lecture that he did not hear clearly what he had said.

"I'm his wife."

"Ah, hello, hello."

Fan Xing told the Chief Huang about Wen Yiyan's high fever, "I'm really sorry, but with his current condition, he shouldn't be able to work the night shift."

"It doesn't matter, I'll arrange everything for the hospital. You take good care of him and see how things are tomorrow morning. If he doesn't improve, I'll help him ask for a leave of absence."

After thanking Chief Huang, Fan Xing returned to Wen Yiyan's side.

She helped the man to his feet and sat on the sofa, letting his head rest against her.

After finally feeding him the medicine, Fan Xing stood up and helped him to lie back down on the sofa.

She used a towel to lightly wipe Wen Yiyan's hair and looked at the man's slightly creased brows, as well as the dark green under his eyes.

She had at least rested before, but this man …

Judging by the frequency of missed calls on her cell phone, he hadn't rested since he'd returned from the hospital.

Afterwards, Lin Sichun had also made things difficult for her.

Wait, what was she doing!?

Why did she sympathize with this bastard who liked other people but had come to marry her?

Fan Xing angrily increased the power in his hands. He wasn't wiping his hair, but carefully dusting it off.

For the next hour or so, she insisted on using the gauze and alcohol to wipe the man down.

When he felt that his body was not as hot as before, Fan Xing walked into the kitchen and started floating upside down.

She muttered to herself, "I'm not cooking for him, I'm hungry."

He nodded and continued his self-hypnosis.

"I drank some wine, so I might as well cook some plain white porridge with side dishes."

Even though it was just plain porridge, Fan Xing was completely flustered.

As she stirred the porridge with a spoon, just as she was rejoicing over the initial effects of the porridge, a weak voice rang out from behind her.

"What are you cooking?"