Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Before the seat belt was even unfastened, Zhang Yan threw himself into Lin Feng's arms. All the grievances and uneasiness in his dream were relieved by the solid support.

Lin Feng guessed that Zhang Yan must have had a bad dream and suffered a lot of injustice in the dream, so those red eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Lin Feng did not ask Zhang Yan what he dreamed about, maybe he didn't remember it. Most people would not remember the specific content of their dreams.

Lin Feng only asked Zhang Yan the simplest question, "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Yan thought Lin Feng would ask him about drinking, but he just asked him if he was hungry.

I was a little hungry. The wontons I had at noon were exquisitely made, but the amount was not enough to fill me up. Zhang Yan was about to nod and get off the car, but he stopped and leaned there lazily, saying with a tearful tone, "My legs hurt."

When Lin Feng heard Zhang Yan say his legs hurt, he frowned. Could it be that he was crying because of the pain?

Lin Feng pushed Zhang Yan away.

Zhang Yan was dumbfounded. Why was he pushed away? Acting like a spoiled child was quite useful before. It turned out that Dr. Lin treated him badly now that he had a girlfriend.

"let me see."

As Lin Feng spoke, he sat sideways, bent down to check Zhang Yan's legs, and his entire back was suspended in the air over Zhang Yan's legs.

When Zhang Yan lowered his head, he saw Lin Feng's tight back muscles.

Although the space inside the car was spacious, it could not accommodate two adult men. Lin Feng used that posture to press Zhang Yan's legs little by little. Every time he pressed a point, he asked Zhang Yan if it hurt.

Zhang Yan didn’t care whether it hurt or not. He felt like he could hardly breathe.

Lin Feng also held his breath and held on. He didn't dare to put his body weight on Zhang Yan's thigh. Zhang Yan was a fragile porcelain doll.

Fortunately, he usually exercises his waist and abdomen strength sufficiently, otherwise his body would fall down with just one breath, and he couldn't afford to lose face.

Lin Feng's face turned red, but he still couldn't find out the reason for Zhang Yan's leg pain. It might be that he had been sitting in the car for a long time and compressed the nerves. Lin Feng decided to take Zhang Yan home first and then check it carefully.

After Lin Feng stood up, he immediately opened the car door and got out. After getting out of the car, he took two deep breaths before walking to the other side of the car and opening the door on Zhang Yan's side.

Lin Feng turned his back to the car, slightly bent his waist, "Come on, I'll carry you up."

back?

Zhang Yan was just about to remind Lin Feng that there was a folding wheelchair in the trunk.

But Zhang Yan hadn't spoken yet. He didn't even move, still maintaining the same posture as when Lin Feng got off the car.

Lin Feng heard no movement behind him, so he turned back and urged with his eyes, "Can't you stand up?"

Zhang Yan's words got stuck in his throat after Lin Feng urged him like this.

Zhang Yan raised his hands, grabbed the handle above the car door with one hand, grabbed the front seat with the other, and stood up with the help of the other hand. He supported Lin Feng's shoulders with one hand and put all his weight on Lin Feng's back.

Lin Feng held Zhang Yan's thighs steadily, and even shook it a little, so that Zhang Yan was in a more comfortable position.

Lin Feng turned around and approached the car door, "Close the door."

Zhang Yan was currently holding Lin Feng's neck tightly. With his height and weight, it wasn't easy even if he was carrying him on his back, as he was afraid of falling.

After hearing Lin Feng's instructions, Zhang Yan let go of one hand and went to close the car door.

It's a bit laborious.

Lin Feng also wanted to do what he did in the TV series, carrying someone on his back while kicking the car door shut. But Zhang Yan was really not a thin person. Recently, Aunt Liu had arranged a clear diet for him, and with regular rehabilitation training, Zhang Yan could even be described as strong now, and was completely different from when he had just had the surgery.

Lin Feng can't do such difficult moves.

Lin Feng secretly made up his mind to strengthen his strength training, especially his arm strength training, so that he could hold Zhang Yan.

When he reached the elevator, Lin Feng suddenly realized a serious problem: he had forgotten his access card. Thinking about Zhang Yan behind him, it was likely that he also did not have an access card.

Zhang Yan's luggage had been sent upstairs by Xiao Tang, and Xiao Tang drove another car home from get off work, under the pretext of not disturbing his boss's rest.

Lin Feng reasonably suspected that Xiao Tang just wanted to drive the Aston Martin, the same Aston Martin that Zhang Lingbei had worked so hard to get his driver's license for.

As he stepped on the accelerator, Lin Feng felt that he heard an echo in this underground parking lot.

In this awkward atmosphere, Lin Feng put Zhang Yan down, turned around, and let Zhang Yan still hold his neck to maintain his center of gravity.

Lin Feng took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, swiped it on the elevator's sensor area, and handed the phone to Zhang Yan, "Here, you can swipe the card later."

Zhang Yan didn't understand how Lin Feng did this, but he nodded obediently to indicate that he would do it. This time, Zhang Yan's bald head poked Lin Feng's face directly, which was a bit itchy.

Lin Feng carried Zhang Yan into the elevator again, bent down, and let Zhang Yan check his phone.

Zhang Yan put his neck against Lin Feng's neck, turned sideways, and stretched out his hand to bring Lin Feng's mobile phone close to the sensing area.

Zhang Yan could even feel Lin Feng's pulse beating, which was strong and rhythmic, but a little fast.

"Beep!" The elevator began to rise. Lin Feng's phone screen lit up, showing a very cute electronic card cover with "Home" written on it.

It turns out that Lin Feng calls this residence "home". Zhang Yan has always regarded this property as a long-term residence, just because of the convenient transportation. It is not a home, but just a place to live.

Home, this word is so unfamiliar.

Lin Feng carried Zhang Yan all the way to the door of his house. After Zhang Yan entered the password and entered the house, Lin Feng carefully placed Zhang Yan on the sofa.

Before Lin Feng could even catch his breath, he knelt on the ground and took off Zhang Yan's shoes and socks, then carefully examined Zhang Yan's legs through his pants.

Aunt Liu thought Zhang Yan's leg was injured again when she saw this, and she ran out of the kitchen in fear. "Oh my! What happened? Did the young master get hurt when he went out?"

Zhang Yan didn't dare to say anything. He didn't dare to tell Lin Feng that he forced himself to walk, for fear that Lin Feng would scold him. He could only lower his head and remain silent.

After Lin Feng checked him, he looked up and explained to Aunt Liu, "It's okay, I just checked him."

"Oh, now I feel relieved. Come and eat, I have prepared everything. I will go back first, you don't have to clean up after you finish eating, just leave it on the table."

As soon as Aunt Liu heard that Zhang Yan was fine, she prepared to go off work. She had already washed her hands and was taking off her apron.

Zhang Yan has always been used to living alone and doesn't like having other people at home. So Aunt Liu usually leaves after cooking, and occasionally waits for Zhang Yan to finish eating and clean up before leaving. Even the usual cleaning is done during the day when Zhang Yan goes to work.

With Dr. Lin here today, Aunt Liu wasn't worried at all that Zhang Yan wouldn't eat well, so she was in a hurry to get off work.