Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

When I walked out of the kitchen, I could really feel the coolness of autumn, which was completely different from the daytime heat.

The wind sobered me up. The shadows of the trees swayed, and the wind carried a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was much better than those high-end perfumes.

Zhang Yan stopped in the yard and took a deep breath, "It smells so good!"

"Not only is it fragrant, it's also delicious?" Lin Feng also walked to Zhang Yan's side at the right time, smelling the same floral scent.

Zhang Yan noticed that there was a hint of alcohol around him. He turned his head to look at Lin Feng, not understanding what he meant.

"Have you ever eaten osmanthus cake? The Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. Ask Aunt Qinfen to make some for us. The cakes she makes are delicious."

"Okay, I haven't eaten osmanthus cake yet."

"Then let's go pick osmanthus flowers and make osmanthus cake tomorrow. Go take a shower and go to bed."

The autumn wind blew, and in the wind there was the sound of sweet osmanthus flowers falling, like small raindrops hitting the ground. Will it be golden rain on the ground tomorrow?

Lin Feng sent Zhang Yan back to his room. Zhang Yan's room was next to Lin Feng's, and Su Boding's room was opposite.

Su Boding had already packed up everything in Zhang Yan's suitcase, from slippers to pajamas, and placed them neatly on the sofa. There was a set of coffee cups on the coffee table. Lin Feng remembered that there was no such thing in this room, so it should be brought by Zhang Yan himself.

In fact, Zhang Yan didn’t know how much stuff he brought with him. The suitcase was packed by Su Boding. He wanted to observe, but Su Boding thought he was in the way and drove him out.

So he didn't know what was in each of the three or four suitcases.

In the past, when he went on business trips, he would just pack a small suitcase and a computer bag and go out. He didn’t have so many things.

After entering the bathroom, Zhang Yan finally understood why there were so many things. The aromatherapy in the bathroom was brought over by Su Boding.

It has a lemon scent, but not as good as the osmanthus in the yard.

Zhang Yan picked up the bottle of aromatherapy and stuffed it into Su Boding's hand, "You can use this thing yourself, I don't need it."

"How could that be? This is the smell you are used to at home, boss."

"If I say it's not needed, it's not needed. You can use it yourself." Zhang Yan walked to the bedside, opened the window, and the fragrance of osmanthus outside the window drifted in.

Su Boding took out a large stack of things from a suitcase. Zhang Yan pinched his nose while sitting on the sofa. "What is this?"

dong dong!

Lin Feng came in with a stack of things and put them on the bed. Only then did he see that Su Bo Ding was also holding a stack.

"It seems that I have done too much. Since Assistant Su has prepared the sheets, I will take them."

After hearing what Lin Feng said, Zhang Yan looked carefully at the thing in Su Boding's hand. Isn't this the four-piece bedding set from his home?

"Su Bo Ding, who carries bed sheets when going out?" Lin Feng finally knew what was in the extra suitcases. This meant he was moving out of the house.

"I'm worried that you won't be used to it." Su Boding is treating his boss like the Princess and the Pea. After all, he is the pampered young master of the family. If he gets stuck in his bed and can't sleep in the middle of the night, he will be the one who suffers.

"Take it away, take it away. You're already out, and you're still using the same things you use at home. That's too boring." Zhang Yan drove Su Boding away, along with the suitcases. Before leaving, he left a facial mask behind.

"Boss, you're more exposed to the sun during the day. This is a whitening mask. Apply it before going to bed."

Zhang Yan felt that Su Boding had the potential to be a male mother.

Lin Feng just watched Su Boding take away the high-quality silk sheets. His own cotton sheets... were also pretty good.

Lin Feng had already taken a shower. His smooth bangs covered his forehead and he was wearing loose pajamas. He looked like a college boy.

"What are you standing there for? Go take a shower. I'll make your bed."

Lin Feng took off his shoes and lay on the mattress with a sheet on it. From his collar, you could see his clavicle, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles...

Zhang Yan wondered why the autumn heat lasted so long. It was still so hot in this month. He deliberately lowered the water temperature when taking a bath.

After taking a shower, I saw Lin Feng still tidying up the quilt. Because he was lying on his stomach, his slender waistline was visible and invisible under the hem of his clothes.

"Lin Feng, is there a hair dryer here?" Zhang Yan was wiping his hair with a towel. He was wearing a bathrobe with a belt tied casually and the collar open.

After just one glance, Lin Feng looked away. He didn't think there was anything wrong when she was naked, but now the look of not knowing whether to cover it or not was even more embarrassing than when she was naked.

Lin Feng has seen many naked people. They are all the same, bodies. The only difference is the thickness of the fat. If the fat layer is too thick, it will be difficult to cut and suture.

This beauty coming out of the bath looks so lifelike and charming, I have never seen such a beautiful woman before.

Oh, I have seen it. Last time, the beauty fell into the bathtub. I was busy taking care of him and didn’t take a close look.

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Lin Feng took out a hair dryer from the bedside table and plugged it in. He waved at Zhang Yan, "Come here."

Zhang Yan was pushed down to sit on the bed by him. Lin Feng blew his hair. After not seeing him for a few days, his hair had grown again. Was it because of the fertilizer? It grew so fast.

She casually stroked his hair and slowly blew it dry.

If Su Boding knew that Zhang Yan had a hair dryer worth thousands of dollars in his suitcase and didn't use it, but instead used this hair dryer bought for dozens of dollars in the supermarket, he would probably not be able to sleep all night.

Lin Feng has always ignored the fact that Zhang Yan's injured leg was not his hand, and he could blow dry his hair himself with a hair dryer.

Perhaps because he was deeply impressed by the scene of Zhang Yan crying on the hospital bed, he subconsciously treated him as a child.

Which kid has such big pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs?

Lin Feng stood in front of the bed. In addition to Zhang Yan's head, he also saw his collarbone, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles under his collar...

After blow-drying his hair, Lin Feng put away the hair dryer, bent down and put it back in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Lin Feng."

"Hmm?" Lin Feng remained bent over and turned to look at Zhang Yan.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a good waist?”

"Yes, that's what Director Shao praised me for. No matter how many hours I stand on the table, I never have back pain. Director Shao usually wears a waist brace when he goes on the operating table, but I don't." Lin Feng stood up and proudly told Zhang Yan that he never has back pain.

Zhang Yan felt that he was overthinking. Who would want to listen to his career summary so late at night?

"Good night, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Yan lifted the quilt and lay down in it, with the quilt covering his neck directly.

Lin Feng was so angry at Zhang Yan's actions that his mouth was crooked. "Go to sleep, you are a heartless person, you are killing the donkey after it has done its work."

"Well, good night, little donkey."

"Goodnight, Carrot!"

Although Lin Feng was angry, he still left a night light on for Zhang Yan before going out.