Are you sure you want to divorce me?

But what can be done?He is also very helpless.

Wen Wenyao felt that if this continued, he would die of heart failure sooner or later.While squatting down to take off Han Yufeng's shoes and then lift his feet up, he scolded the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.After a while, he felt a little immoral again, so he quickly apologized, and then only scolded Han Yufeng himself.

And he not only scolded in his heart, he also said it out, vowing to wake up the person who slept like a dead pig.

"You're sinking to death! I've had you in this life... Really, really, I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

"Why do I have to serve you when my bed is for you to sleep in? Let me tell you, Han Yufeng, that I have recorded all of these in the account and have to return them later, do you hear me?"

"..."

In the end, Wen Wenyao may also find it boring, and people can't hear what he said here, so it's better to bully him directly to relieve his anger.So he stretched out his hand and waved twice above Han Yufeng's head, and suddenly pinched the flesh on his left cheek.

"Let you trick me! Let you pretend to be innocent!"

But before "bullying" for two seconds, he stopped again.Because he felt that the temperature of Han Yufeng's skin was indeed very high, just like a stove.

"Damn! Why does it seem to be tall again?" Wen Wenyao has no experience, and he doesn't know that it is normal to have a fever after stomach bleeding, not to mention that Han Yufeng tossed all night last night, he just felt that burning like this is very human. It must be broken.

"Hello! Hello! Han Yufeng? This is my house, you, don't..." Wen Wenyao pulled out the hand that Han Yufeng was still holding, hesitating whether to go downstairs to ask for foreign aid. He intuitively felt that Han Yufeng definitely didn't want more people to see him like this.

Strange... why should I think about him?

Forget it, let me do it to the end.Wen Wenyao thought, this must be a black history that he never wants to recall in his life.He ran to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, intending to wipe Han Yufeng's body to help him dissipate heat.If Wen Wenyao still thinks that Han Yufeng is simply asleep, then he is a fool.

He moved a low stool and sat by the bed, and slowly unbuttoned Han Yufeng's shirt, gradually revealing his strong chest.Wen Wenyao couldn't help poking and poking again with itchy hands, and drew circles, drooling with envy.

In other words, how did such a good figure come out? It's not scientific at all!A big boss like Han Yufeng, even if he is not yet 30 years old, should have been worn down by endless dinners and work long ago into a man with a beer belly with cloudy eyes, right?

While touching, Wen Wenyao gritted his teeth thinking that he had to forget the work he was going to do. Fortunately, it was early spring and the heating was still on in the room.

"You...plan, when will you touch it?"

"You! You, you, you!!!" Wen Wenyao was so frightened that the towel fell off, and it fell straight onto Han Yufeng's chest, "What are you...how are you..."

"Bastard! Wake up sooner or later, but wake up at this time! And say you are not pretending!"

"..." A smile slowly appeared in Han Yufeng's eyes, "After being tormented by you like this, the pig should wake up."

"You are a pig!" No matter how much you were photographed just now, you didn't wake up. What is it if you are not a pig?

"Pigs? Pigs are not as good as I am." Han Yufeng stretched out a hand silently and looked at Wen Wenyao.

"What?"