Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

"Why did you wash for so long?" Yan Jinxiao looked at the person, stretched his long legs and walked over a few steps, his eyes stopped on Sheng Zimo's lips, "What are you doing? Your mouth is purple from washing."

Sheng Zimo was now hiding naked behind the door, and the cool breeze blew in outside the door, which made him shiver.

It was impossible for him to tell Yan Jinxiao about taking a cold shower, so he rubbed his fingertips on his lips, pretending to be puzzled: "Purple? I didn't eat anything that faded."

Yan Jinxiao frowned vaguely, as if aware of something, he quickly stepped forward and touched Sheng Zimo's head: "Are you taking a cold shower?"

Sheng Zimo didn't want to explain, so he squeezed out a face of impatience: "Why are you talking so much nonsense today? Hurry up and help me get my clothes! I'm freezing to death!"

Yan Jinxiao glanced at Sheng Zimo suspiciously, reached into the door and opened another set of Yuba, when the warm yellow light shone down, Yan Jinxiao vaguely raised the corner of his lower lip, and said: "I have what you have, why are you pretending to be reserved all of a sudden?" .”

Sheng Zimo's hand holding the doorknob tightened, but he said firmly: "I'm afraid that I will come out in a fool, and I will scare you to shame."

Yan Jinxiao glanced down, but shook his head and smiled silently.

Sheng Zimo was fooled by this smile, and suddenly felt quite humiliated, but for some reason, he was just cowardly.

——According to the past, he would definitely push the door open and let his buddies open their eyes, make a joke to prove his power, but right now, he froze in place, not moving at all.

He later changed into the clothes Yan Jinxiao handed over, and after getting into bed, he didn't squeak again.

And the next morning, when Liu Shuai came to take side shots of the couple's morning highlights—only to find that Sheng Zimo was being hugged by his "husband".

Sheng Zimo actually caught a cold when he was filming a few days ago, and yesterday he took a ten-minute cold shower—isn't it obvious that he was sick in this cold winter?

——In the early morning, Sheng Zimo had a splitting headache and lay drowsy, feeling someone talking in his ear, but his eyelids were as heavy as a boulder, and he couldn't open them.

He was shivering with cold, but felt as if he was nestled in a warm embrace. He unconsciously rubbed against the warmth, climbed up, and burrowed into it.

He felt bumps, abdominal pain, dizziness and nausea, his uncomfortable bones seemed to be bubbling with sour water, he seemed to hear messy footsteps... and then he gradually lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, when Sheng Zimo opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision gradually became clear, but he found himself lying in a white room, his mouth was dry, his nose was stuffy, and he felt a severe burning pain in his throat.

Just when he was about to stand up and sit up, the back of his hand suddenly felt needle-like pain, and Sheng Zimo hissed hoarsely.

"Hey... lie down, lie down, don't move around!"

Sheng Zimo heard a female voice, and then saw a little nurse rushing over.

The little nurse placed Sheng Zimo to lie down, adjusted the drip, looked at him, and asked, "Handsome guy, do you feel better?"

Sheng Zimo's consciousness was numb, and he gave a blank "hmm".

It wasn't until he drank the water poured by the little nurse and regained his energy that he really realized how uncomfortable it was. He blinked his dry eyes, scanned the spacious and bright environment, and asked, "How did I come to the hospital?" His voice was hoarse .

The little nurse just observed him straightly, nodded, and flashed an intriguing smile: "I have a high fever of 39 degrees, and acute gastroenteritis..." She continued, "Your lover treats you so well! Fortunately, the fever has subsided, otherwise he would have died of panic!"

"..." Sheng Zimo thought that he was an errand, so he pursed his dry lips, frowned slightly and asked in comprehension, "What?"

This is the highest-level private hospital in Hai City. Sheng Zimo was lying in this VIP luxury single ward, listening to the little nurse happily telling about the admission experience of Sheng Sheng.

"Did you know...he rushed in with you in his arms!" The little nurse sat aside, clapped her palms lightly, and said excitedly, "It's the kind of princess hug, the very handsome one! Charge like a firefighting hero Same, very cool, very heroic feeling!"

"He even changed your clothes himself, he is super careful!"

"..."

Sheng Zimo felt his head hurt even more. He cleared his throat and said hoarsely, "My straight man...is he dreaming? What nonsense are you talking about."

The little nurse smiled and said "I understand it all" and said, "What age is this, why are you so embarrassed!"

That's right, especially this top-end private hospital, where celebrities and successful people from all walks of life often visit. What kind of match and what type of couple combination has she never seen?

"Our Dean Wang came here in the morning!" The young nurse, with a youthful look, probably felt that the patient in front of her was about the same age as herself, so she thought of something familiar and said, "You... Being next to a tall, rich and handsome man, I really don't know how to be blessed when I am in the blessing!"

Sheng Zimo was already weak and uncomfortable, and he didn't have any extra brain power to think about anything. He was stunned when he heard this. how much per day?"

The little nurse smiled, and put her two index fingers together: "Anyway, it's almost worth a month's salary... But your wife has a black VIP card, so don't care about such a small amount of money."

Sheng Zimo's eyes widened in surprise, and he deeply doubted whether he had traveled to another world after waking up!

And when he moved his mouth and was about to ask another question, the door opened——

The little nurse hurriedly stood up, gave Sheng Zimo a wink, and the person who came rushed nodded with a smile, and succinctly relayed what the doctor had told him earlier that Sheng Zimo's condition was stable, and then left with insight.

Yan Jinxiao carried a silver thermos bucket and a white plastic bag, put them gently on the table, and walked to Sheng Zimo's bedside, feeling cold all over, the two of them looked at each other without speaking, the room was very quiet.

He raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on Sheng Zimo's forehead, and wiped the temperature.

The hand was wide and cold, and Sheng Zimo touched it cool and comfortable. He trembled his eyelashes, and somehow felt very peaceful in his heart, so he lay down obediently, staring at Yan Jinxiao: "I heard... You sent me here, isn't it very expensive?" The voice of the question was very hoarse.

Yan Jinxiao stared at the pale man, and gently slid his fingertips from the patient's forehead to the corners of the eyes, rubbed and paused for two seconds, then slowly moved his hand away, and said, "I still have the heart to worry about this."

"I didn't expect to get sick when I took a cold shower last night?"

Sheng Zimo was a little embarrassed by being caressed, and he didn't know how to answer properly for a while, his face felt faintly hot, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Yan Jinxiao glanced at him, walked to the other side, and slowly rolled up the hospital bed.

When Yan Jinxiao was woken up by the hoarse whispers around him in the morning, he touched Sheng Zimo—his whole body was as hot as a fireball, which shocked him and sent him to the doctor in a hurry.

"I caught a cold and took a cold shower, what happened?" He asked again.

Sheng Zimoxin said that he couldn't tell you that the six sons suggested that we should DIY each other, so he grinned perfunctorily——the tear on the skin of his mouth hurt instantly, he endured the pain and quickly changed the topic: "Today What about filming?" he asked.

Yan Jinxiao glanced at him: "As long as you are like this, go up and act like a dead body or a fake dead body?"

Sheng Zimo: "..."

After speaking, he poured a glass of warm water, sat on the side of the bed, and passed the water to Sheng Zimo's lips.

After drinking water just now, Sheng Zimo wasn't actually thirsty, but seeing Yan Jinxiao's expression, he opened his mouth obediently for some reason—and obediently drank the water his buddy gave him.

Sheng Zimo swallowed the water, blinked his bloodshot eyes full of tiredness, feeling a little awkward, and then heard the latter say: "Relax at ease, Fang Dao Pomegranate knows that it's already on leave, let's shoot the branch line today the plot."

"What about you? You were also allowed to come and serve me on leave?" Sheng Zimo's throat hurt, and he took a sip of the water Yan Jinxiao fed him just after he finished speaking—who knew that the water suddenly dripped down the corner of his mouth, He hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but Yan Jinxiao immediately pulled out a tissue to wipe it for him.

Yan Jinxiao was expressionless, and the way he drooped his eyes and wiped them seriously fell into Sheng Zimo's eyes - Yan Jinxiao's thick black eyebrows grew into his temples, his brow bones were strong and protruding, and his nose bridge was as straight as a shave. At a certain moment when Sheng Zimo stared at the person, The heart suddenly beat violently.

——He was motionless, as if his acupuncture point had been tapped and he was rubbed by someone.

The two were very close, and there seemed to be some kind of quiet ambiguity in the quiet space, and the knuckles that accidentally touched the corner of the lips made Sheng Zimo feel numb all over his lips.

He focused and stared at the person close at hand, and wanted to say something, but felt his heart sting, and his cheeks were hot, but he knew very well that this wasn't a fever that had receded and returned...

This feeling is different from the past, the dense and unspeakable complicated teasing suddenly surged into some kind of irresistible impulse, and Sheng Zimo suddenly realized what he was thinking in a panic—he longed to kiss him , I especially want to kiss Yan Jinxiao's thin lips that look alienated and indifferent!

"your husband!"

"You love!"

"What age is it, what's there to be embarrassed about!"

"You and your husband can solve each other!"

……

Countless intermingled and overlapping voices clashed violently, Sheng Zimo's brain suddenly "buzzed", there was a loud bang in his heart, and the alarm bell rang out--I actually... actually really have something wrong with my good brother? !

The inside was boiling, but the face was still calm, Sheng Zimo shrunk his chin slightly, and said inaudibly: "Okay... okay." He tilted his head and dodged.

Yan Jinxiao wiped away the water stains on his neck, withdrew his hand, looked at Sheng Zimo, feeling a little unusual, he observed Sheng Zimo carefully, frowned slightly, and asked, "What are you doing wrong?" ?”

Why is it so abnormal?

Sheng Zimo arched his head on the pillow, turned his face to the other side, closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and Sheng Zimo didn't know that his cold-faced brother sitting next to him sent him to the hospital early in the morning, and then rushed back to the crew to finish filming his solo scene. He then contacted Secretary Sun and told him to prepare food before rushing to the hospital without stopping. During this period, he didn't even have time to catch his breath!

Sheng Zimo half sat on the bed full of thoughts, leaned back and pretended to be dead, and felt something after a while, and touched his lips lightly.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was a fresh big red strawberry - he opened his mouth slightly in a daze, and slowly stuffed the strawberry into his mouth.

Sheng Zimo stared at Yan Jinxiao who was carefully feeding him, and chewed in small mouthfuls. The cool juice soaked his dry and sore throat, and he felt very comfortable!

When he was sick, he liked to eat strawberries the most, and Yan Jinxiao happened to bring him fresh strawberries—although they basically had no taste, but for some reason, there was a sweet chill in his heart.

He ate several in a row, but accidentally bit something while chewing, and tentatively sucked it with the tip of his tongue. He knew that it was Yan Jinxiao's fingertips—but he smiled suddenly, biting on purpose and not letting go.

Yan Jinxiao frowned vaguely, with no expression on his face, he moved his knuckles, but couldn't pull them out, so he smiled: "What do you mean?"

After asking, he saw that the patient had a smirk in his eyes——Yan Jinxiao became a little excited when his eyes moved. I don't know if it was influenced by Ning Ye's rascal. He really didn't pull out his index finger, but slid towards Li Tan, licking his warm, soft and wet tongue, slowly twirled and teased: "I missed work today, are you going to act with me here?"

After chatting and laughing, he deliberately made a few gestures of entering and exiting.

Sheng Zimo laughed, and Yan Jinxiao withdrew to wipe his hands, when the patient cursed in a hoarse voice: "Smelly rascal!"

Immediately after the stinky hooligan, he heard the sick patient's stomach growl, and the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

When Yan Jinxiao got up, he glanced at Sheng Zimo, his eyes stopped on the latter's face, and he turned away after a while, but at that moment, his gaze was in Sheng Zimo's pupils, and he felt that it was unspeakable—— It seems to be flattered, unfinished, and unbelievable...

And when Yan Jinxiao blew the sticky and soft millet porridge to Sheng Zimo according to the doctor's instructions, and fed it spoon by spoon, Sheng Zimo swallowed slowly, and his heart felt a little sweet and sour for some reason.

He has always thought that this dude Yan Jinxiao is very righteous and kind, but for the first time in his life, he suddenly realized that this person is so gentle——When Yan Jinxiao's thin lips were slightly raised, taking care of himself and smiling at himself, Sheng Zimo suddenly noticed , My heart is about to melt...

And he was thinking about it vaguely, when he heard Yan Jinxiao say: "There is no bar in this porridge...why do you think you are on top?"