Chapter 55

"Lu Shao and Brother Yanqing... Are you alright?" Lin Zhishui was held in He Yan's arms, taking small sips of the not-so-hot porridge that He Yan blew.

His face was still a little pale, but it was much better than the day he passed out, and his lip color had also recovered a bit.

He lowered his eyes, and there was a little timidity in his eyes. As long as He Yan's body moved back a little, his expression would show some imperceptible panic.

He Yan kissed the top of his hair, handed the last sip of porridge to his lips, and rubbed Lin Zhishui's cool cheek before answering his question.

"Yan Qing has been discharged from the hospital, and Lu Shao is taking care of him at his home."

Because of the hot search, Father Yan made a big fuss again. I don’t know which reporter who didn’t know how to live or die sent the news that Yan Qing went to the hospital in the middle of the night. Although the hot search was withdrawn quickly, Yan Qing’s huge fan base really It wasn't built, the radar was very keen and found Yan's private hospital, and the next day the downstairs of the hospital was crowded with worried fans.

Lu Shaoren was also blocked in the hospital and failed to make it.

Father Yan was also very angry. His son finally woke up. As soon as he opened the door and went in, he saw his sickly son pressing Lu Shao's head with one hand, hugging him and kissing him.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old.

Father Yan, who was almost angry, had a heart attack and lay down directly in the corpse. He didn't even need to go to the hospital. The third basement floor is the mortuary.

Fortunately, he does not have heart disease and high blood pressure.

After all, the son was injured by himself, and his temper was as stubborn as his own. If something really happened, the son's mother had to fly back from abroad to beat her up.

What's more, he was still set up as a flag for this matter.

Yan Qing's mother is an internationally renowned actress. During this time, she was invited to participate in an exhibition abroad, and she didn't know what happened at home.

Father Yan stood at the door just like that, seeing that his son was in pain and couldn't stand up, he had to kiss him, and he waited for five minutes before it was over.

Lu Shao's face was flushed by the kiss, his beard hadn't been shaved off, and he smelled of alcohol. He looked like a homeless man from somewhere. When he turned around, he saw Yan's father standing at the door, staring. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

The second young master Lu, who is usually idle, got stuck on the spot.

The words spoken are the same as the farts released. Say something good to get together and break up, and I will see this last side.

After really seeing this side, Lu Shao's wine sobered up and his heart came alive.

inseparable.

How can it be as easy as saying "never stay when we break up" when we were together, and we can't keep those promises to Yanfu at all.

It was the first time that Lu Shao felt that he could not speak, so he let his father's knife be thrown at him.

Yan Qing couldn't get up yet, her body hurt badly, seeing his father glaring at Lu Shao fiercely, she immediately struggled to get up and block Lu Shao.

Banquet father: ...

Father Yan was so angry that he wished he had a heart attack and carried him away on the spot!

He looked at his son with hatred, and father Yan called Lu Shao out.

"You said you would never see my son again?"

"Was that a parting kiss just now?"

Lu Shao: "..."

No, that is the kiss of reconciliation love.

But he definitely couldn't say this in front of Yanfu, he could only lower his head, scratched his messy hair, thought for a moment and hesitated to say: "Uncle, why don't you think that everything I said before is just farting?" ?”

Banquet father: ...

He clutched his chest angrily.

Lu Shao was startled, and just as he was about to help him, Father Yan took a step back in disgust.

Lu Shao: ...

Father Yan really didn't know how his son could hold him in his arms so affectionately with just this slovenly Lu Shao.

"Cough." Probably because he felt that what he did was too obvious, Father Yan pretended to cough, "Now there are reporters outside, I want to take Ah Qing home to recuperate, you..."

Father Yan paused for a moment, feeling a sudden pain in his forehead. Just a few days ago, he had explicitly prohibited Lu Shao from having any contact with his son. Today, he actually thought that he should just let it go. Isn't it too embarrassing? ?

"Uncle, don't worry, I will be a cow and a horse, and I will be around him 24 hours a day!"

Lu Shao didn't pause at all when he said this.

"Do you want to go back to Yan's house with Ah Qing" that Father Yan hadn't said yet got stuck in his throat.

Shameless people, really invincible.

He turned around with a dark face and left, neither saying yes nor no.

Anyway, Lu Shao is acquiescing.

Lu Shao followed Yan Qing back to Yan's house, only to hear about Lin Zhishui.

But at that time Lin Zhishui had already returned and was in a coma.

He apologized to He Yan a lot. If he hadn't gone berserk and called people to the hospital in the middle of the night, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. Even if he promised He Yan, he would invest in Lin Zhishui's films in the future!

In addition to being rich, Second Young Master Lu is rich.

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After hearing He Yan's speech, Lin Zhishui leaned on his shoulder, curled up in his arms and laughed.

Lin Zhishui was only in a coma for two days, but He Yan felt that his figure was getting thinner.

He'd rather be the kid who got into a fight with someone in the parking lot and fell when he saw himself.

"Brother Yan Qing, is the injury serious?" Lin Zhishui rubbed He Yan's shoulder, and played with He Yan's hair with his slightly swollen hand from the hanging water, touching his prickly beard from the end of his hair Scum, rubbing back and forth on his chin.

There was a little itchiness in his hands.

"Seniority is wrong." He Yan grabbed his troublesome hand and corrected him: "According to seniority, Lu Shao is my younger brother. He calls you sister-in-law, and Yan Qing has to call you sister-in-law."

His voice was gentler than before, but Lin Zhishui was still flustered for no reason.

He had a dream.

In a dream, He Yan told him that he was the son of a scumbag and was not good enough for him, so he wanted to divorce him.

He was scared for no reason.

Especially when He Yan let go of him and was about to get up, he subconsciously grabbed the corner of He Yan's clothes.

He Yan slightly lowered his head and kissed his forehead, explaining: "Hey, I'll put the bowl away."

Normally, he would wait for the housekeeper to collect it, but now, He Yan doesn't want anyone to see Lin Zhishui in this state, for fear of making him more sensitive and vulnerable.

Only then did Lin Zhishui loosen his clothes, but his eyes were still glued to him until He Yan's figure disappeared at the door of the room.

When the sound of He Yan's footsteps going downstairs gradually died down, Lin Zhishui took his mobile phone from the bedside.

Luo Qi sent him a series of messages, asking why he ignored him.

He made up a reason, the phone was broken these few days, and it was just repaired.

Then came He Ting.

It was only when He Ting was forced to live in school that Lin Zhishui found out about it.

Poor He Ting was crying and worrying about his sister-in-law's body.

【I'm fine, you study hard】

Lin Zhishui smiled slightly, He Ting's temperament was completely different from He Yan's.

So what about him and Su An?

He remembered the scene where Su An called his brother that day, and suddenly had a splitting headache.

Over there, He Ting has been watching his phone. His sister-in-law doesn't wake up, so he can't feel at ease in class. The homeroom teacher has seen through him a long time ago. He studied hard a while ago, but he gave up after a few days, and started holding a phone in class again. , I don't even bother to care about him anymore.

[Sister-in-law, where are you? Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, are you okay, sister-in-law TAT]

【Sister-in-law, take care of me】

He Ting sent a series of messages, but failed to get an answer from his sister-in-law, depressed and buried his head in the pile of books again.

He Yan just put a bowl and brought a bowl of soup made by the butler himself. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lin Zhishui holding his hair with one hand and the bed sheet with the other, his face full of pain.

The knuckles of the fingers are white, and if you try harder, your fingers may be broken.

Soup spilled all over the floor.

He Yan's face changed, and he rushed to him in two steps, pressed the man into his arms, stroked the back of his head soothingly, and whispered to his ear.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He Yan has lived for so many years, and has never experienced fear. In just two short days, this emotion filled him.

Lin Zhishui's breathing gradually became peaceful in He Yan's arms, and his headache miraculously eased.

"Brother He... can I meet Su An and... Su Yuan?" He wouldn't recognize Su Yuan as his father.

He Yan hugged his body stiffly for a moment, and was silent for a while before answering: "Okay."

He took Lin Zhishui's hand again and asked him to wrap his arms around his waist and added: "But in a few days, let's take care of your body first, okay?"

Lin Zhishui listened to his heartbeat, and it took him a long time to say: "Okay."

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At night, Lu Shao learned from Assistant He Yan that Lin Zhishui had woken up, and Didi started bombarding He Yan on WeChat, asking Lin Zhishui to go online to play games with them.

[Second Master Lu: Let my sister-in-law play games with us, relax]

He Yan was leaning against the head of the bed, Lin Zhishui was lying on his lap and quietly watching the script of "The Coming Year", with no joy or sorrow on his face.

After receiving Lu Shao's message, He Yan glanced at Lin Zhishui who was concentrating on it, stretched out his hand to help him straighten his temple hair, typed up and deleted if he wanted to refuse.

After thinking for a while, He Yan asked, "Lu Shao called you four rows, do you want to play?"

Lin Zhishui was lying on his lap, his eyes widened, and he seemed a little surprised.

Then shook his head.

He Yan entered [he doesn't play] again, and then deleted it.

Lu Shao saw that He Yan was inputting all the time, half leaning on the injured Yan Qing, enjoying the grapes that Yan Qing handed to his mouth, and couldn't help complaining: "What's wrong with Demon He, the input method is broken?"

Yan Qing stared at his face and smiled, but said nothing.

After waiting for a long time, I received He Yan's reply.

——[play, five rows, take me]

Lu Shao:? ? ?

Fuck? ? ?

He Yan just wanted to let Lin Zhishui play a few games to decompress. He is too emotionally sensitive now and needs a channel to vent.

But if he doesn't participate, Lin Zhishui will definitely not participate either.

That night, Shen Yao, Lu Shao, and Yan Qing experienced what real food is, but the key point is that they can't curse people out loud.

He also had to listen to He Yanshi asking Lin Zhishui from time to time if he was thirsty, hungry, and if he wanted to sleep.

Shen Yao: NMD is so difficult for me?

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