Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

After sitting behind the rockery for a long time, Shen Junhuai's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his legs were numb, just like he remembered. He couldn't run. Why couldn't he run?

"Do you need help?" The man's voice was as clear and pleasant as a stream, with a hint of coldness.

who is it?

Shen Junhuai raised his head slowly and looked into the starry sky. It was very beautiful. Is there really someone with such beautiful eyes? He didn't like it very much. He was not worthy of it. Just like that person

But they were reluctant to look away, nor did they speak. One of them bent down, the other looked up, and they stared at each other for a long time, so long that they only separated their gazes when a servant came to look for them.

Nanfeng stretched out his hand and spoke again, "My name is Nanfeng, the Nanfeng in 'I wish to be the southwest wind, and pass away into your arms forever', do you need my help?"

Nanfeng could sense the hesitation of the young man sitting on the rockery. He was not in a hurry and waited quietly. He did not retract his hands even when they were sore.

The boy's hand, which was still cool, slowly rested on the man's warm palm. It was very warm, a feeling different from a hand warmer. The boy's heart seemed to be touched, but soon returned to normal.

Nanfeng helped the boy stand up slowly. His legs were too numb and he accidentally fell into the man's arms. His waist was supported by the man, not too far away and not too close, which made him feel safe.

The nose was filled with a familiar smell, and Shen Junhuai's chaotic mind paused for a moment.

"Can you walk a few steps?"

The boy came to his senses and slowed down before starting to walk. It was a little slow but it didn't affect

Walking to the corridor, the two of them clasped their hands and began to sweat, but no one was about to let go.

The servant finally saw the person after searching for a long time and walked up to him. "Master, Master Nan's wife wants to see you. Master, it's time for dinner."

Feeling the tension and discomfort of the person in his arms, Nan Feng used his free hand to gently pat the boy's back to comfort him.

"Okay, I'll take Master Shen to dinner now, you go down first," Nan Feng said softly, afraid of scaring the boy in his arms again.

The servant also knew that he had to leave, otherwise he was afraid that the young master would be stressed, so he nodded and left.

Nanfeng looked into his arms and saw a little sweat on the boy's forehead. He didn't know if it was because of fear or heat.

Without taking away the boy's hand, he took out a handkerchief embroidered with Nanfeng's name and peach blossoms from his suit pocket with his other hand and handed it to the boy.

The boy stared at the handkerchief, without moving or reacting. Nanfeng was a little unsure, so he tried to wipe the sweat off his face. Seeing that he did not feel uncomfortable or rejected, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to put it away after wiping it, the boy grabbed the handkerchief and held it in his hand.

It's only a few tens of thousands of dollars for a custom handkerchief. If the young master likes it, take it. Nanfeng doesn't care.

The two walked into Shen Junhuai's room side by side. Once they entered their comfort zone, the boy immediately let go of Nanfeng and sat on the couch. He took off his shoes, hugged his calves, and curled up again.

I didn't notice it just now. When Shen Junhuai moved, a necklace came out from his neck. There was a buckle hanging on the silver chain. Nanfeng observed it for a while, but couldn't see it clearly. The buckle seemed to be custom-made. There were some patterns on it that looked like words or patterns. It looked familiar. Where have I seen it before...

Although the young master is sick, it can be seen that the Shen family has taken good care of him. Everything he has is precious and good. The button hanging around his neck must have some special meaning to him. Perhaps this is also the key.

Seeing the person on the couch immersed in his own little world again, Nanfeng also left the room. He knew when to stop, otherwise it would easily cause disgust.

He didn't see it when he left. The boy on the couch looked at his back with dull eyes. Although there was no light, there was a hint of inexplicable emotion in them.

He didn't look away until he could no longer see Nan Feng's back. He opened his palm and saw the handkerchief he had just used. There was a faint scent of peach blossoms on it. He didn't know if it was because Nan Feng had put it close to his body and it was the scent of the handkerchief itself. Shen Junhuai liked it very much.

After looking at the words and the peach blossoms for a while, she clenched her hands again, staring at the corner of the table in a daze. Will he come back...

Nan Feng walked out of the yard and saw Shen's mother and Chen Siyuan beside her.

Why haven't you left yet?

Nan Feng looked at Shen's mother, ignoring someone he didn't like. "Aunt, can you tell me about Master Shen's situation? It will be easier for me to understand him."

Mother Shen nodded and looked at Chen Siyuan and asked him to speak

Chen Siyuan then spoke, "You must be Doctor Nan, right? I've heard about your papers and cases abroad, and I admire your talent. That's why I want to be your assistant to broaden my horizons. I wonder if Master Nan can give me a chance."

Little Stone rolled his eyes and said, "You just want to stay. You talk as if you really admire your handsome brother. You're not sincere."

"For example?" Nanfeng said slowly

Chen Siyuan was asked without reacting, and then realized what case Nanfeng was asking him about.

But how could he know that there was no psychologist named Nanfeng abroad? He didn't know where this Nanfeng came from. Not only did he snatch his opportunity, but he also saw Shen Junhuai actually allow Nanfeng to touch him. This was not a good sign.

If we want to continue to implement the plan, this Nanfeng will be the biggest stumbling block and we must drive him out. The biggest problem at the moment is staying.

Nanfeng also knew that the male protagonist could not answer. The original owner used pseudonyms when treating patients abroad. It would take time for the male protagonist to find out.

"this………"

"Stay," Nan Feng said calmly, without waiting for Chen Siyuan to think of an excuse.

Regardless of the male protagonist's thoughts, Nanfeng said gently to Shen's mother, "Auntie, is there a kitchen?"

Mother Shen then spoke, "Xiaofeng, are you hungry? The meal is ready."

"No, I want to help Master Shen make something digestible. I see Master Shen pressing his stomach from time to time. It should be because he hasn't eaten for a long time that his stomach has some minor problems." Nan Feng has been observing for so long, isn't he just doing nothing?

Mother Shen knew that her son was in poor health. She could see that Nan Feng was attentive, and her face became more kind. "Xiao Feng is thoughtful. The kitchen is over there. Come with me. Does Doctor Chen want to follow too?"

Chen Siyuan couldn't waste this free time. He had to contact Shen Junhuai and couldn't let Nanfeng ruin his plan. "No, Madam, I want to take a look at the surrounding environment so that I can help Doctor Nan treat the young master better."

Shen's mother did not force it, and walked towards the kitchen with Nanfeng, chatting and laughing. Shen's house was an old house handed down from ancestors, covering a large area.

The two walked for more than ten minutes before reaching the kitchen, where the chefs and servants were busy coming and going.

Seeing Shen's mother nod and greet, Shen's mother nodded in response and walked to a clean kitchen utensils and stopped. "This is the place where Huai Huai cooks. He doesn't like to eat with others. He only eats food cooked by himself, and the taste is also very light."

Nan Feng understood and nodded. "Aunt, go and do your work first." Seeing that Shen's mother's phone was vibrating all the time, she had already hung up several calls.

Mother Shen also smiled embarrassedly and said, "The subsidiary company has been a bit busy recently. Xiaofeng, when you are done, just ask the servants to bring it to Huaihuai for you. Just treat it as your own home and don't be restrained."

Nan Feng nodded politely, "Don't worry, Auntie," and then began to wash the rice.

Seeing that Nanfeng was not uncomfortable, Shen's mother curled her lips with satisfaction, then walked out with a serious expression holding her phone.

While cooking, Nan Feng asked Xiao Shitou, "What happened to the Shen family?"

Little Stone finally came in handy, and he started to talk loudly, "This pretty brother has asked the right person. The Shen family has a piece of land that they were determined to get, but for some reason the Yue family suddenly intervened. The two major families are fighting for a piece of land, and no one dares to speak out. The seller is also a little embarrassed, and now it's a stalemate."

But looking at the previous plot, "the relationship between the three major families was quite good before, but after that incident, the youngest son of the Yue family died, and only Shen Junhuai was rescued. The Yue family felt alienated and looked down on the Shen family. In the past few years, they had snatched away many cooperations from the Shen family, and would rather hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred of their own to make the Shen family unhappy."

Nan Feng didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't respond but asked Xiao Shitou to pay more attention to the Yue family's movements.

What happened in those days? Did the Yue family find out something, or was someone deliberately trying to sow discord?

Nan Feng cooked some porridge and fried a few side dishes without stopping. The portion was not large but the food was delicious. The chef couldn't help but look over here.

Nanfeng called a servant to bring the dishes. He brought porridge with a little minced meat in it so that the porridge would not be tasteless.

When he arrived at Shen Junhuai's yard, he heard the male protagonist's nagging voice.

"Doesn't the hero know what silence is golden? Is his family said to be poor? I really feel sorry for the poor little boy's ears," complained Xiao Shitou.

Nan Feng made no comment, holding the porridge steadily in one hand, and knocked on the door. The sound in the house stopped abruptly.

As if smelling a familiar smell, Shen Junhuai rarely reacted and moved his eyes over to see Nanfeng

His face was expressionless, but Nanfeng could inexplicably read out the annoyance and joy from it.

I was irritated with Chen Siyuan, and it was self-evident who I was happy with.

"Young Master, are you ready for dinner?" Nan Feng said with a smile, his voice soft and soothing, like a mountain breeze that instantly swept away the irritability in Shen Junhuai's heart.

He moved his fingers, not wanting to move, but the man next to him was very noisy and he was very annoyed. Then he looked at Nanfeng.

Nan Feng seemed to understand what he meant and said, "Mr. Chen, the young master is going to eat. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it later. You should go and eat too."

After talking for a long time, Shen Junhuai did not respond. As soon as Nanfeng came, he got all the attention of the boy. Chen Siyuan felt a sense of crisis, but he also knew that he would not get any attention if he stayed, so he had to leave. When he passed by Nanfeng, he bumped into him.

Nan Feng's hand holding the bowl was still very steady. He moved his free hand and a tiny wisp of white air entered Chen Siyuan's body.

Nan Feng hooked his lips and signaled the servant to wait outside. He took the food and slowly placed it on the table, then asked the servant to go down.

"Little Master, come eat. Today's meal is different." Nan Feng persuaded the boy patiently, fearing that he would not want to eat.

Shen Junhuai picked at his nails, looking at the food on the table, but he didn't move, not knowing what he was struggling with.

I don't know what I was thinking about when I looked at Nanfeng. For the first time, my lifeless eyes showed some emotion, which was fear and pleading.

Nanfeng didn't know why the young master was in such a mood. Did he not want to leave the couch? Did he have a sense of territory?

Then why would he allow the male protagonist to enter his territory? A dark light flashed in Nan Feng's calm eyes.

Nan Feng pretended not to understand what he was thinking. "Master, don't you like it? Then I'll ask the servant to change it for you." He raised his foot and was about to leave.

"Bang!" The young master was in a hurry and fell to the ground without stepping firmly on the soft couch. He was in so much pain that tears were about to come out.

Nan Feng frowned and quickly turned around and walked to the young master and knelt on one knee. Just as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by a cold hand.

The young master raised his head, tears in his beautiful eyes, his eye sockets and nose tip were slightly red, and he shook his head, looking very pitiful.

Nan Feng was a little dazed, and then his heart was filled with a feeling of heartache, which finally took root and spread madly, grabbing it tightly.

helpless sigh

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