Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yan slowly woke up and found herself in a dark room, with her hands and feet tied with ropes and no light around.

A panic suddenly surged in his heart, but he quickly calmed himself down and began to recall the scene before he fell into coma.

He fainted so quickly that he didn't even see who tied him up.

Song Yan was nervous, wondering if he had offended anyone recently.

Even the Tianba Gang has been thrown into jail.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly creaked open, and a faint light shone in. Song Yan squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly who came in.

But then a black figure walked in.

Song Yan couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he recognized him at a glance.

"Shu Changyu!"

"Yanyan." The man spoke in a hoarse voice.

Song Yan struggled with her bound hands and feet, and said in a bad tone: "What are you crazy about? Let me go!"

Shu Changyu did not reply, but lit the glass lantern on the table, and the dim light filled the entire room.

Only then did Song Yan see clearly that he was now in Shu Changyu's house.

"Shh, don't talk." Shu Changyu put his finger to his mouth and made a gesture of silence.

Song Yan stared: "Shu Changyu, what the hell are you doing?"

Shu Changyu slowly approached, squatted down, and reached out to touch Song Yan's face, but Song Yan turned her head away.

"Yanyan, don't hide from me." Shu Changyu's eyes suddenly turned gloomy.

Song Yan sneered: "You have tied me up and you still expect me to be nice to you?"

Shu Changyu suppressed the anger in his heart, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Song Yan: "Don't be angry first, drink some tea."

Song Yan turned her head away: "I don't want to drink, let me go!"

"Yanyan, don't you miss me?" Shu Changyu raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing Song Yan to look at him.

Song Yan took a few breaths and said as calmly as possible: "Let me go first. My hands are hurting from being tied by you."

"If I let you go, you will just run away." Shu Changyu stroked his face and said gloomily, "Sometimes I wish I could lock you up so that you won't run away."

"I won't run away. I promise you I won't run away, okay?" Song Yan was almost driven crazy by him.

Shu Changyu stared at him for a long time, the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his cold fingertips touched his chin: "Okay, then I will believe you for now."

Song Yan said impatiently: "Then why don't you untie the rope quickly!"

Shu Changyu slowly loosened his hands and then untied the rope on Song Yan's hands.

Song Yan stretched his arms and legs and stood up.

He glanced outside the door and suddenly had the urge to rush out.

But in the end, he held back, turned his head to look at Shu Changyu, and said unhappily: "What time is it now?"

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

Shu Changyu walked to the door calmly: "It's already midnight."

The hour of Hai is between 9:00 and 11:00 p.m.

He was unconscious for five or six hours. No wonder he was so hungry.

"Is there anything to eat? Give me something to eat." Song Yan sat down, poured a cup of tea and took a gulp. He was almost dying of thirst.

The corners of Shu Changyu's mouth slowly curled up: "I've asked someone to prepare food."

Song Yan pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Not long after, An Qi came back with a food box.

Song Yan glared at him secretly and said, "You're so good, Ah Qi. You've become involved with your master after just a while of not seeing him."

An Qi looked innocent: "Brother Song, is this food not to your liking?"

"Go down." Shu Changyu said.

An Qi quickly left the room.

Song Yan looked at the food on the table again. They were all light dishes, two bowls of white rice, a plate of steamed fish that was cooked to perfection with tender meat, a plate of stir-fried Chinese cabbage that was green and juicy, and two bowls of chicken soup.

"You didn't eat either?"

"I'll wait for you." Shu Changyu smiled slightly and sat down next to him.

Song Yan picked up the bowl, lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of rice. She couldn't swallow the meal.

After barely finishing a bowl of rice, he put down his chopsticks.

"I want to go back."

Shu Changyu's face darkened: "It's so late, you are not allowed to leave."

Song Yan frowned and said, "Shu Changyu, stop making trouble for me. I have to go."

Shu Changyu grabbed Song Yan's arm, his brows gloomy: "I said you can't leave, so you can't leave."

Song Yan struggled hard to break free, but her arm accidentally hit Shu Changyu's chest. Shu Changyu frowned and groaned, as if it was very painful.

Song Yan was startled and subconsciously turned around to look at him, only to see that Shu Changyu's face was pale and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He panicked and stopped struggling: "Shu Changyu, are you...are you okay?"

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes: "It's okay, just go."

Song Yan looked at his painful expression and thought about what An Qi had told him at noon, that Shu Changyu was seriously injured. The blow just now might have touched his wound.

He felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Shu Changyu's voice was a little hoarse: "Don't blame you, I forced it."

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "What happened? Are you really injured?"

"It's just a minor injury." Shu Changyu said calmly.

Song Yan frowned, looking unconvinced: "Minor injury? Can a minor injury make you so painful? Don't hide it from me."

Shu Changyu laughed sarcastically: "You are about to leave, why do you care about my injury?"

Song Yan said angrily: "Shu Changyu, what are you talking about? Do you think I am such a heartless person?"

Shu Changyu turned his head away, no longer looking at him, and said coldly: "Isn't it? You just want to leave, why bother about my life or death."

"Okay, okay, I'm cold-hearted. I'm leaving now." After Song Yan finished speaking, she turned around and strode towards the door.

Seeing Song Yan about to step out of the door, Shu Changyu finally couldn't help but shouted: "Yan Yan!"

Song Yan paused, but did not look back.

Shu Changyu said in a low voice: "I was wrong, Yanyan, don't go."

Song Yan snorted coldly and turned around: "You know you are wrong now? It's too late!"

She wanted to say a few more sarcastic words to him, but seeing Shu Changyu's pale face, Song Yan swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

He pursed his lips and looked at Shu Changyu with a complicated expression.

"Did you apply the medicine?"

Shu Changyu shook his head: "Not yet."

"You haven't applied medicine even though it's like this. Do you want to kill yourself with pain?" Song Yan scratched her hair and asked irritably, "Where's the medicine?"

Shu Changyu pointed to the cabinet and said weakly, "Over there."

Song Yan walked over, took out the medicine bottle, and returned to the bedside: "Where are you hurt?"

Shu Changyu raised his hand to untie his belt, but Song Yan quickly stopped him: "Wait!"

Then he stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand and said, "Come on your own. I'll wait for you outside."

Finally, he added: "I'm not leaving."

Song Yan turned and walked out of the room, leaned against the wall beside the door, and let out a long sigh.

He looked at An Qi next to him and rolled his eyes: "Why are you still standing here?"

An Qi wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally did not dare to tell the truth. In fact, the master was injured half a month ago, and he had been deliberately delaying the treatment just to wait for you to care about him.

Alas, Brother Song is confused.