Become a rival virtual lover

Hearing the looseness in Qin Yan's tone, Fu Yueting tightened his hands suddenly.

His breathing was suddenly heavy, and he paused for a second before he said, "You always know what I want."

Qin Yan pressed on his back, supporting his weight, and only said after hearing the words: "You know that's impossible."

"why?"

Fu Yueting immediately distanced himself and looked into Qin Yan's eyes, "Why is it impossible? You have to give me a reason."

"Impossible is impossible. There is no reason." Qin Yan said bluntly, "You should go back to bed and lie down."

Fu Yueting hugged him again, refusing to move: "I won't go."

Qin Yan raised his hand to pull him away, and was hugged tightly by him again. After repeated several times, he finally sighed: "Stop making trouble."

Fu Yueting said in a muffled voice, "Then at least tell me when you plan to get married."

"Why do you ask this?" Qin Yan didn't hear what tricks he was playing.

"You haven't thought about it at all, have you?" Fu Yueting said, "Since this is the case, before you think about getting married, please think about me?"

Qin Yan said bluntly: "No need, I have no feelings for you."

Fu Yueting paused for a moment, then slowly opened the distance again.

Feeling that the strength of his embrace had also relaxed, Qin Yan thought that he had finally learned to give up, and was about to speak when he held his face.

"you--"

Before Qin Yan could ask back, Fu Yueting leaned over and quickly pressed a kiss on his lips.

This time, the soft touch is instant,

Before Qin Yan could react, Fu Yueting had already returned to his original position.

He pretended to be calm, without changing his expression: "Is it disgusting?"

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Qin Yan felt an unknown fire in his heart: "Fu Yueting!"

Hearing his tone, Fu Yueting's side face was still aching after being punched, and he immediately said, "If you don't feel sick, it means you can accept me."

Hearing this, Qin Yan frowned: "Don't secretly change the concept."

Fu Yueting's eyes suddenly filled with surprise: "So, you really don't feel sick?"

"what?"

Fu Yueting stared firmly into his eyes, not wanting to let go of any clues, and said: "Last night I kissed you without permission, I was wrong, I apologize to you, but you didn't leave me alone today, but Stay with me in the hospital."

At this moment, Qin Yan's anger that had just begun to ignite was extinguished in an instant.

He looked at Fu Yueting with deep eyes, and said softly, "From this point of view, I shouldn't stay in the hospital."

"Of course not!" Fu Yueting lowered his hand and grabbed his wrist, his eyes were right, and he looked at him, "Qin Yan, give me a chance, just give it a try, okay?"

Qin Yanfu was silent again.

Fu Yueting has stirred up his emotions too many times since last night, and he thinks it's time to stop here: "Enough."

After saying that, he wrapped his arms around Fu Yueting's waist with one hand, and forcibly brought him to the bedside to sit down.

Fu Yueting raised his hand and grabbed him again: "Try it?"

Qin Yan was about to break free.

Fu Yueting noticed it in time, and changed his words and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Qin Yan stopped moving.

Fu Yueting had already got up, and then his feet were floating, as if he couldn't stand still, he leaned on Qin Yan's arm.

Qin Yan: "..."

All he could say was, "Stand still."

"My body hurts..." Fu Yueting became weaker and weaker, "I can't stand up well."

Qin Yan said: "Then you sit down first, and I will push the wheelchair over."

Fu Yueting then stood up straight: "I don't need a wheelchair, it's better now."

Qin Yan looked at him.

Fu Yueting looked away, and added without confidence: "It's only a few steps, there is no need to use a wheelchair..."

Qin Yan didn't speak again, and helped him go to the bathroom.

After entering the door, Fu Yueting stood by the sink and turned to Qin Yan before washing up: "I ordered breakfast, and we will eat together later?"

Qin Yan heard the meaning of his question, paused, and then said, "Okay."

Fu Yueting's thin lips were slightly relaxed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Qin Yan glanced at Fu Yueting's housekeeper.

"Mr. Qin, is sir here?"

Qin Yan said, "Here."

The butler held Fu Yueting's mobile phone in his hand, and walked over quickly after entering the door.

Seeing this, Qin Yan stepped aside, leaving him and Fu Yueting to report to work, then turned and went to the lounge.

After so long, the sky outside the window gradually turned white, and it was already bright.

Qin Yan saw the time, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and called Xin Man.

Hearing that he will not come to work today, Xinman expressed his understanding.

Recently, she has gradually gotten used to the occasional absence of her previous workaholic boss.

After finishing the business, Qin Yan heard a new call coming in, explained a few words to her, and hung up first.

The new caller is Han Feng.

As soon as the phone was connected, his voice came: "Qin Yan, is Yue Ting still living in the previous ward? I'm downstairs!"

Qin Yan said, "Yes."

Han Feng said: "At this point, you haven't eaten yet, I just happened to cook porridge and bring it over—wait, I'm in the elevator, I won't tell you."

call ended.

When Qin Yan put away his mobile phone, the butler also came out of the ward. After returning the things to Fu Yueting, he was about to leave.

Maybe there was still something to do, when he saw Qin Yan, he just stopped to say hello, then turned and walked towards the door.

Not long after he left, Han Feng came in from the door.

"Where's Yue Ting?" Han Feng went straight to the ward with the thermos bucket in hand. Seeing that the bed was empty, he turned around and asked Qin Yan, "Why aren't you here?"

Qin Yan said, "I'm washing up."

Suddenly, Han Feng put the thermos on the bedside table and asked, "Are you exhausted last night, are you hungry?"

Qin Yan said, "It's okay."

After speaking, he heard movement in the bathroom, he turned around and helped Fu Yueting out.

Fu Yueting was half leaning and half leaning, half lame and half limping.

If it hadn't been for the doctor talking about his condition last night, Qin Yan would have thought that he also had ulcers on his legs.

"You stand still."

Fu Yueting's ears must have also been infected with a little disease, and he lowered his head and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Qin Yan had no choice but to return to the bed with his half arms around him.

Han Feng was taken aback: "Why are you so sick?"

Only then did Fu Yueting see him, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and stood up straight: "Uncle Han is here."

Qin Yan's voice came from beside him: "Healed?"

Fu Yueting's back was slightly stiff, and he said in a deep voice, "There are good times and bad times."

Han Feng didn't hear the conversation between the two, so he hurriedly asked him to sit down, then raised the head of the bed to let him lie down halfway, then opened the thermos bucket and filled it with porridge: "I got up at three o'clock in the morning to boil it, and there were yams in it With lean minced meat, don't worry, it will definitely nourish your stomach!"

As soon as the lid of the bucket was opened, the rice porridge steamed up and bursts of fragrance came out.

Qin Yan casually pulled the small table to Fu Yueting.

Han Feng just put down the porridge, took a spoon and handed it to Fu Yueting: "Use this, it's convenient."

"Thank you."

Fu Yueting raised his hand and was about to take it, when Han Feng exclaimed: "Your hand!"

Qin Yan followed his line of sight, only to find that the palm of Fu Yueting's right hand was covered with fine scratches. After one night, some of them had scabbed over, but it still looked serious.

Qin Yan quickly remembered his fall last night.

"Look at your hand, it's hurt like this." Han Feng felt distressed no matter what he looked at, "What should I do when I'm eating? Do you still dare to use force?"

"I—" Fu Yueting saw Qin Yan from the corner of his eye, and changed his voice, "You can try."

Han Feng handed him the spoon carefully.

Fu Yueting took it in his hand, but before he could hold it tightly, the spoon slipped out of his palm again and fell into the bowl.

Han Feng asked urgently, "What should we do?"

Fu Yueting glanced at Qin Yan and said, "It's okay, I use my left hand."

Then reveal the left arm covered with bandages.

This startled Han Feng again, and hurriedly said: "Your arms are all wrapped up, you must not move!"

Fu Yueting said: "Then I will eat later."

"How can this be done!" Han Feng was the first to object, and then he looked at Qin Yan, "Otherwise, Qin Yan, why don't you feed Yue Ting this bowl of porridge? He has something wrong with his stomach, and it's not good if the porridge is cold. .”

Fu Yueting then stopped talking.

Qin Yan said, "When it's cold, there's a microwave."

Han Feng disagreed: "Then he is still hungry."

Qin Yan turned to Fu Yueting.

After the infusion, Fu Yueting's face still didn't have much blood.

He glanced at the porridge on the table again and asked, "Do you have an appetite today?"

Fu Yueting did not hesitate: "Yes."

Qin Yan picked up the porridge bowl, sat down beside him, stirred the bowl with a spoon, and then scooped up a spoonful and handed it over.

Han Feng warmly reminded: "Be careful it's hot."

Qin Yan paused slightly, took back the spoon and blew twice, and then sent it to Fu Yueting's lips again.

Fu Yueting stared at him in a daze, and suddenly said, "Qin Yan, try it?"

Qin Yan stuffed the spoon into his mouth directly: "Eat."

Han Feng looked puzzled: "Try what?"

Qin Yan said, "It's nothing."

Fu Yueting was blocked back to impulsiveness, and ate porridge quietly.

After eating a bowl, Qin Yan asked, "Are you full?"

Fu Yueting said without hesitation, "No."

Han Feng immediately refilled a bowl for him.

After finishing the second bowl, Fu Yueting was sure that there was still plenty of room in his stomach, but Qin Yan ruthlessly deprived him of the pleasure of eating.

Qin Yan said: "Your stomach is not healed yet, you should eat less and more frequently."

Han Feng also served him a bowl: "You can eat some too."

Qin Yan simply finished eating, put the porridge bowl back into the food box, turned around and saw Han Feng yawned secretly, and took him to the next room to rest.

When he returned to the ward, Fu Yueting was sitting on the head of the bed with his eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked over.

Facing his tired eyes, Qin Yan said, "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Fu Yueting said, "I'm not sleepy."

Qin Yan lowered the head of the bed and said again: "Go to sleep."

Fu Yueting lay down slowly, followed him to the sofa beside the bed and sat down, then asked softly, "When I wake up, will you still be here?"

Qin Yan said, "Yes."

"Okay." Fu Yueting unconsciously pursed a faint smile on his lips.

Seeing that he still didn't close his eyes, Qin Yan asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yueting said, "Do you... want to come up and sleep?"

It is undeniable.

Qin Yan's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

But the heartbeat was fleeting, and he said, "No need."

Fu Yueting still looked at him: "Have you considered it?"

"what?"

Fu Yueting said, "Try with me."

Qin Yan was already numb to hearing: "Fu Yueting——"

Fu Yueting immediately closed his eyes: "I fell asleep."

It didn't take long before pretending to sleep turned into real sleep.

His face was completely relaxed from last night, and even when he fell asleep, the curvature of his lips did not fade completely.

Qin Yan swept across his face and paused on his lips for half a second before turning on the phone to check the email that Xin Man just sent.

-

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Song Jingming learned from Xin Man that Qin Yan didn't come to work again today.

He was not even too surprised to learn that Fu Yueting was hospitalized again.

After all, the hospital has been their vacation spot since they met.

Still, he drove over.

When he reached the upper floor of the hospital, the door of the ward was open. He took a look inside and found that Han Feng was there, so he walked in generously.

As soon as he entered, he saw the scene inside the glass door.

Fu Yueting was half lying on the hospital bed, and there was a small table horizontally on the bed. There was a bowl of porridge on the small table, and a spoon was stuck in the porridge.

Qin Yan stood beside the bed with his back to the door.

The two didn't know what to say.

Song Jingming approached quietly and eavesdropped curiously.

Qin Yan said: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

Fu Yueting hugged his left arm: "I can't lift it up."

Qin Yan said, "Which hand did you answer the phone just now?"

Fu Yueting showed him the wound on his palm: "It's not healed yet."

Qin Yan said: "Fu Yueting——"

Fu Yueting tried to interrupt him: "This is the last time."

Qin Yan said: "You said last time was the last time."

Fu Yueting said: "This time is really the last time."

Fu Yueting said dryly: "It hurts."

"..."

Song Jingming was listening in a cloud of fog, turned his face and glanced at the unaware Han Feng, hesitating whether to ask about the situation, he was distracted for a few seconds, and when he turned around, he saw Qin Yan sitting on the bed side, is...

Feed?

Qin Yan?

Feed Fu Yueting? ?

Song Jingming was shocked, turned his head towards Han Feng, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Han, what's going on over there?"

Han Feng glanced over: "What's wrong?"

what happened?

Song Jingming was questioned so much that he doubted his life, and reminded him: "Old Qin and Fu Yueting!"

"Oh!" Han Feng reacted and said with a smile, "They are reconciled."

Song Jingming: "..."

Is this reconciliation?

Is this evolution? ?