Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

Because tomorrow's scene couldn't be delayed, Sheng Zimo was discharged from the hospital that night accompanied by Yan Jinxiao after finishing his infusion and prescribing the medicine.

During the period, I first answered a call from Liu Zhe, saying that the sashimi was not fresh last night. Except for Liu Zi who lost weight and escaped, the other brothers all suffered from abdominal pain all night. Liu Zhe was angrily on the other end of the phone. , Threatening to find the boss to settle accounts.

Sheng Zimo's illness was not fully healed, and he was weak, so he was too lazy to talk to the angry youth on the other end of the phone, so he hung up the phone after a few casual words.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they returned to the residence, Fang Dao and Shiliu called to express their condolences. Yan Jinxiao looked at Sheng Zimo's sluggish virtue, and then took the initiative to act as the spokesperson for Master Shengda, explaining to the two big brothers one by one that he could not If you are overworked and have to have an infusion afterwards.

Pomegranate let out a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Since the filming of "Embrace" started, Shiliu always teased her crew as a grassroots team-funds and manpower were tight.

For Sheng Zimo's illness, Yan Jinxiao sent a special car to the most expensive Tiansheng Private Hospital in the city without saying anything. It's all right, she let go of her hanging heart, and then transferred Yan Jinxiao's treatment fee.

"Zimo fell ill during the filming. There's no reason for you to pay the money. Just bring me the receipt later, and refund more and make up less."

Shiliu was still busy with work, and the background sound was quite noisy. While talking on the phone with Yan Jinxiao, she chatted with someone around in a Beijing accent.

"Sister, it's not much money, so you don't have to worry about it." Yan Jinxiao glanced at Sheng Zimo who was lying on the sofa listening to TV with his eyes closed, and said in a low voice, "I'll just take care of him."

"Hehe!" There was a burst of laughter from the other side of the phone, "The boy will hurt people!"

"But one yard is worth one yard. Your little money is reserved for your daughter-in-law to buy candy, and you have to take it from me!" Someone seemed to be calling at the other end, and Pomegranate didn't talk nonsense, "Okay, that's it, Zimo I can't spare any manpower to take care of this disease, so I need you to take care of it... I know you will enjoy it, that's all."

The phone hung up as soon as it said, and Yan Jinxiao was never given a chance to answer the call.

Yan Jinxiao turned off the screen and unconsciously frowned, put down the phone, and walked to the sofa.

The economic news of a certain station echoed in the room, and the anchor and the guests had a heated discussion about the current Internet market situation, as well as information about several phenomenal APPs.

Yan Jinxiao gently picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

He squatted silently next to the sofa, looking at the sleeping person wrapped in a blanket—the broken hair on Sheng Zimo's forehead was a little wet with sweat, and his steady breathing was accompanied by some murmurs in his throat. Pale, the delicate and thick eyelashes like a crow's feather tremble slightly with his breathing, his lips are very dry, and there are still a few obvious cracks.

There is a big contrast between Sheng Zimo's sleep and his usual life - he looks quiet and well-behaved when he sleeps, but once he opens his eyes, he is full of vigor and mischief.

Yan Jinxiao was in a daze, and unconsciously bent the corners of his lips.

His slender fingers landed on the side of Sheng Zimo's forehead, stroked the sweaty hair to his temples, moved his fingertips lightly, slid sideways to his chin, and rubbed them at the corners of his lips.

God knows that a fire in 2018 caused Yan Jinxiao to close and open his eyes, and he was reborn back to 2008. At that time, at the age of 19, he had secretly gone to Sheng Zimo.

At that time, Sheng Zimo was just a sophomore in high school. He loved playing basketball and was often sweaty. Because of his height, he was very handsome when he dunked in three steps. Call.

But at that time, he suppressed the urge to rush forward and tell the other party who he was—to put a person at ease, he needed to take practical actions, he told himself, this time he must be steady.

Later, he suppressed his anxious desire and worked hard for four years. Finally, with his close friend Chen Jingdong, one engaged in technology and the other in business, and joined forces with other partners to simultaneously engage in investment, real estate, and engineering, and finally achieved a huge business empire.

And when he reunited with Sheng Zimo through "Embrace", what he didn't expect at all was that he discovered that Sheng Zimo also came from the future.

At that time, Yan Jinxiao's heart was burning with passion, but reason told him that now is not a good time to speak out to Sheng Zimo.

Yan Jinxiao thought a lot, and rubbed his fingertips along the full corners of his lips. Before he knew it, Sheng Zimo opened his eyes, confused and surprised.

The two looked at each other, and the distance between them made Sheng Zimo's slack nerves suddenly tense. He was startled, and then said dumbly, "Why did I fall asleep?"

But the finger covering the corner of his lips did not move at all, Sheng Zimo glanced at it from the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable, he pursed his lips slightly: "What are you doing?" He asked in a low voice.

Yan Jinxiao rubbed his fingertips against the dry lips, and said, "Your mouth is so dry, get up and drink some water!"

He pushed back the blanket, sat down and poured a glass of water, and handed it to the patient, but who knows, the latter remained motionless like a vegetable.

Sheng Zimo's head was nestled in the corner of the sofa, his hair was straggly, and he smiled at Yan Jinxiao: "Don't feed me... how do you take care of the sick?"

Surprise flashed across Yan Jinxiao's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "You still have to feed?"

He paused for a while, and continued: "I dare to feed, do you dare to drink?"

Sheng Zimo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Like what you can feed me."

Yan Jinxiao's eyes moved away from Sheng Zimo's dry lips to freeze for a few seconds, but he didn't do anything. He then poured a glass of warm water, fed it to the patient's mouth, and watched the person drink it.

Relying on his identity as a sick person, Sheng Zimo leaned on Yan Jinxiao's shoulder—his head pressed against Yan Jinxiao's neck, his messy hair brushed unintentionally, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for today!"

Yan Jinxiao's neck itched slightly from being scratched by that hair, but he didn't move his head away.

Then the person in his arms continued: "I heard from that little nurse that you were very aggressive when you took me to the hospital, and you even played with a princess hug... It's not like sending me to the emergency room, but like a fire brigade on duty." Sheng Zimo smiled He coughed twice, and after calming down, raised his face and smiled, "I think it's funny even thinking about it, why are you so anxious?"

"Why not?" Yan Jinxiao stretched out his hand and rubbed Sheng Zimo's hair, "You are almost out of breath like a sick cat."

For some reason, this action suddenly made Sheng Zimo feel uncomfortable—after being touched, he pursed his lower lip, and moved a little distance from Yan Jinxiao by scratching his head: "Tiansheng's treatment fee is very expensive... ...how did you send me there?"

Yan Jinxiao didn't seem to notice the change in Sheng Zimo's mind, and pushed aside the broken hair on the forehead of the person in front of him, revealing a clean forehead, and then replied: "It happens that Tiansheng has an acquaintance, so I will give it to you."

Sheng Zimo couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped his hand away and said, "Do you really think of me as a little girl now? Don't you dare to stop playing with brother's hair like this?"

Yan Jinxiao just laughed, he leaned back, looked directly at the person in front of him, and said unhurriedly: "Who said you are a little girl?" He vaguely raised the corner of his lower lip, "—Isn't it 'Xiao Shou'? "

I rely on!

Sheng Zimo's heart was blocked and he was speechless.

"I'm pushing hard! Purebred steel straight man!" He raised his male duck's voice and said, "Would you like to try it?"

"..."

Seeing that Yan Jinxiao just smiled and didn't answer, Sheng Zimo also felt that he was quite stupid. After he smiled speechlessly, he continued the topic just now and asked Yan Jinxiao where Tiansheng's acquaintances came from.

"Don't you claim to be an Ono model on the 88th line? Since when did you get in touch with Tiansheng?"

Yan Jinxiao glanced at him, picked up an orange, and peeled it with a knife, "When did I say that?"

Sheng Zimo's head was in a state of confusion, and it was only then that he realized that after he passed through, because he felt he knew Yan Jinxiao like the back of his hand, even though the two were very close, they never had a heart-to-heart talk at all.

At this time, he looked at this buddy who was peeling oranges with a knife, and felt puzzled—recalling that he was ridiculed by Yan Jinxiao for "peeling oranges" before crossing—but this will see Yan Jinxiao take his time. Peeling, Sheng Zimo couldn't tell emotionally for a while.

"You... why are you still peeling oranges?" Sheng Zimo asked inexplicably.

Yan Jinxiao peeled the skin skillfully, and replied without changing his face: "I must be sick!"

Sheng Zimo sat up puzzled, then leaned back on the sofa, looked at Yan Jinxiao, and felt that he couldn't understand this person. He was bored, and said casually: "Aren't you Xiao Yemo... Are you still a domineering president?"

——Today, the little nurse in the hospital also said that I have a tall, rich and handsome man!

Yan Jinxiao cut off a small piece of the peeled orange and put it in Sheng Zimo's mouth, and said unhurriedly: "It's really uncertain."

When going to bed at night, the two of them were lying in their respective quilts——after taking the medicine, they were weak and weak. Sheng Zimo thought that he should be extremely tired and sleepy, but he didn’t know if it was because he slept too much during the day, or because of crooked thoughts. Too much, he lay down for a long time, his head was groggy, but he couldn't sleep at all.

He thought of Yan Jinxiao asking him why he took a cold shower; he thought of Yan Jinxiao's handsome and cool face when he was feeding him; he thought of the close interactions with Yan Jinxiao when he was filming...

Before I knew it, my body felt a little hot.

He glanced sideways at Yan Jinxiao—the moonlight that diffused into the room outlined smooth silver edges on the latter's tough and handsome side face. The man's eyes were lightly closed, his breathing was steady and long, and he was sleeping very peacefully.

Sheng Zimo was stunned when he saw that, he blinked his eyes and breathed calmly. Later, that idle hand slipped into Yan Jinxiao's bed.

Gently touched the back of the man's hand, and asked almost inaudibly: "Are you asleep?"

No one spoke up.

They touched again, but still no one answered.

Sheng Zimo didn't know what he wanted to do—maybe he just couldn't sleep and wanted to chat with Yan Jinxiao—he told himself so.

And in the gap between drowsiness and insomnia, Sheng Zimo vaguely had a certain consciousness in his heart——

He found that now he not only likes to look at Yan Jinxiao's cool and bright face, but also likes to listen to his soft voice with a faint guttural voice when he speaks softly, and even the refreshing smell of tea mixed with mint that this person exudes after washing. All made him addicted.

Sheng Zimo had a headache and seriously suspected that he had been poisoned by Yan Jinxiao!

This problem is worse than being obsessed with Yan Jinxiao when he was filming the year before time travel. He is very clear that he has feelings for Yan Jinxiao, but just like Director Fang said: having feelings is actually a good thing, as long as you get into a film, you will make a play.

In the year before time travel, Sheng Zimo almost killed half of his life just to make a show!

He couldn't imagine how long it would take him to get rid of his wild thoughts about Yan Jinxiao after "Hug" ended this time.

Sheng Zimo was in a daze, his head seemed to be covered with clouds and mist—unknowingly, that crooked and weak hand stroked Yan Jinxiao's body.

Restless hands moved on the firm and flexible skin—Sheng Zimoxin said that Yan Jinxiao's figure is really good enough!

——He worked so hard to build his six-pack abs, but the firmness and thickness of his abs are not in the same order of magnitude as Yan Jinxiao's.

While thinking wildly, the restless fingertips are probing unconsciously——

"What do you want?" A deep voice sounded from the side.

Sheng Zimo was startled and his fingers paused, and through the moonlight that sneaked into the room, he saw Yan Jinxiao's deep pupils reflecting the soul-stirring light.