Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Han Yufeng eavesdropped with his eyes closed for a long time, but he no longer knew what the topic of their initial discussion was.In the end, when he heard that they were going to continue their discussion, he had no choice but to deliberately make some noises on the bed, indicating that he was about to wake up, and the conversation stopped immediately.

After a while, he felt a pair of cool hands gently resting on his forehead.

"The fever subsides..."

"..." So when I fell asleep, did I have a fever unknowingly?

"Yu Feng is about to wake up, let him rest well, don't think too much is more important than anything else. Also, don't tell him I've been here."

"So Dad, what the hell are you doing here?"

Han Yufeng: "..."

Wen Yehua was not called by Wen Wenyao?

Did he come by himself?So what is he here for?Did something happen in the country?

Han Yufeng thought to himself, when he was in a better state, he would have a good chat with this father-in-law.

"Baby, are you awake? Are you hungry? By the way, the water loss has been very serious at the moment. Get up and drink some water."

"Well, what time is it?" Han Yufeng asked lazily with his eyes still closed.

Wen Wenyao touched his face again, "Seven o'clock in the evening. You have slept for more than ten hours, are you tired?"

"How can you be tired just by sleeping? You are the one who is tired." After all, you have to hug me and guard me, and you have been frightened so many times.

"I'm not tired, you forgot, I slept for a long time on the plane."

"Since you're awake, can I help you up?"

"En." Han Yufeng took the initiative to hand over Wen Wenyao's hand upon hearing this, motioning for him to help him up.

Wen Wenyao was very happy. He liked the way Han Yufeng relied on him wholeheartedly. He quickly stepped forward, supported him carefully, and went to bed himself, using his body as a cushion for him, and rubbed him with his hands. rubbed his chest.

From the beginning to the end, Han Yufeng never opened his eyes, acting as if he really trusted him.But Wen Wenyao was in a hurry, thinking that he was suffering from a fever, so he quickly asked him, "Are you dizzy?"

"A little bit indeed." Han Yufeng was about to say the next sentence, "But it's not very serious", when he felt a hand gently massage his temple.

"How about this? Is it better?"

"Well, Xiao Yao, your technique is getting better and better."

"That's right. How can I take care of you if I don't do it well? Sigh..."

"What sigh?"

"I was thinking, when you raced with me, I never wanted to admit it. You were so handsome at that time. You know? When I told my mother, she still couldn't believe that you could do this. In her heart , that is, the kind of children from other people's families, who are excellent in everything, are indeed unlikely to do such outrageous things."

"'But 'other people's children', before getting to know her old man, they have already done outrageous things."

"Ok?"

"He got a certificate with a man."

Wen Wenyao thought about it carefully and couldn't help laughing.This seems to be the case. Although same-sex marriage has been legalized in this society, isn't "marrying a man" the most outrageous thing in the eyes of the older generation?

"Thank you for giving me growth and responsibility. Mr. Han, I will treat you well." At this moment, in a dim room, a young man solemnly made a promise for the rest of his life, "Although I am still not stable enough, not enough Calm and frizzy always do wrong things, but I can give you all my heart. If it was a year ago, I would never have imagined that I would love someone so much. Maybe, this is the so-called hit Destined, are you right?"

"Is this confessing to me? Master."

"Yes." Wen Wenyao admitted generously, "Isn't it obvious enough? Can't you hear it? How about I tell you something more explicit."

"Hmm." Han Yufeng wanted to hear what else Wen Wenyao could say.

"Are you really listening?" Wen Wenyao was dumbfounded, he was a little nervous, and his mind was blank at this moment.

"Huh? What's the matter? Could it be that what you just said was a lie to me."

"How?! Well, well, I love you very much. Is this the head office? Mr. Han, I find that you are a little bit reluctant now."

"Isn't this what you want to see?" In other words, "Isn't this what you're used to?"

"Yeah, yes, yes, you will be like this in the future. I am happy to spoil you. Well, that... I'm done...you haven't said it yet. "

"What did you say?"

"I said 'I'm done talking'."

"What about the next sentence?"

"You haven't said it yet." Wen Wenyao's eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't hide his anticipation for Han Yufeng's next words.

"Cough, young master, please put me down. I want to look at you and tell." In fact, Han Yufeng felt that if he pressed Wen Wenyao for a long time, it would make him feel uncomfortable, and wanted to help him relieve some pressure.

"Hmm." Hearing this, Wen Wenyao quickly stretched out his hand to pull a pile of pillows, piled them all up at the head of the bed, and then supported Han Yufeng to lean on it slowly. In order to prevent him from slipping, he had to get another quilt to stuff it in. Support him by his side.But Han Yufeng stopped him, "This is enough."

"Okay. Say what you want, dear, and I'll listen."

"..." Han Yufeng looked at his stupid look of "begging for help", and couldn't help laughing again. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Wenyao, leading him to his side.

Wen Wenyao was totally unprepared, and was just so stupidly pulled by the sudden force that he wanted to fall on Han Yufeng. When he reacted, Han Yufeng was already firmly pressed down.

He was so scared that he immediately yelled, "Are you okay?" After shouting, he fumbled around in a panic, trying to find a support point and get up.

But Han Yufeng kept pressing his back with one hand to prevent him from getting up.Wen Wenyao had no choice but to lie in Han Yufeng's arms in an awkward position, and discussed with him, "My dear, let me go first, this will crush you... If you want to hug me, wait for me to change my position." okay?"

Han Yufeng: "..." He had never seen anyone with a more exquisite style of painting than Wen Wenyao, and he almost laughed angrily.

"That's my promise."

"Huh?" Wen Wenyao looked up with difficulty in his arms, looked at him puzzled, and then saw Han Yufeng slowly lowered his head, kissing his eyes first, followed by his cheeks, lips and chin.

"That's my promise."

"not enough……"

"Ok?"

"I want to drive with you, honey, and you owe me a car."