The screen suddenly went out. Nanchen pretended not to see anything, handed the phone to Sikongyan, and squinted his eyes and smiled.

"I'll go find a doctor."

Sikongyan looked at her in a daze, took the phone, and his lips opened, but before he could speak, Nanchen had already turned around and left.

He raised his hand to stroke his forehead and looked at the ceiling for a long time.

Sikongyan: I'm sick, I won't go

Doctor Duan: This way...you should pay attention to rest

Half an hour later, Nanchen brought back a doctor from a clinic and gave Sikongyan a muscle injection.

Nanchen showed no abnormality. After the doctor left, he took good care of him.

This made Sikongyan even more uneasy.

Two hours later, his high fever subsided, but his bones were still sore.

"When will the Little Snail Perfume be launched?"

Nanchen brought a bowl of clear porridge mixed with white sugar and asked.

"It's almost done."

"I'm looking forward to it, come on, open your mouth."

She smiled at Cen Cen and sent a spoonful of porridge to Sikongyan's mouth, "I'll be the breeder today."

Sikongyan had a few strands of blood on the white of his eyes, and his face was a little haggard. But it did not affect his handsomeness at all, but instead added a bit of pity.

He ate it obediently, but the sweet rice grains stuck in his throat like sand and couldn't swallow it.

"Nanchen."

"Shh--"

Nanchen's index finger was on his lips, "Don't talk, eat it all up."

She listened to Sikongyan's domineering tone.

Sikongyan felt very uncomfortable, but he still shut up and asked her to feed herself a spoonful of porridge.

"So good." Nan Chen stretched out his hand, imitated his habitual movements, and rubbed his hair.

Sikongyan subconsciously hid backwards, and it was really embarrassing that he, a big man, was touched like this.

Then, Nanchen gently tapped the corner of his lips, then wiped his fingertips, and said softly, "Eat like a little cat."

Sikongyan felt that his cheeks started to have fever again, not because of shyness, but because of that...

"Don't steal my lines." He said, but he couldn't look directly into Nanchen's eyes and lowered his eyes slightly.

"I just want to steal your lines and leave you with nothing to say."

Yes, he has nothing to say.

"Okay, go to bed well." Nanchen stood up, put his hands on his shoulders and pressed them down. Sikongyan struggled, "I'm not sleepy, I just woke up."

"You have to sleep if you are not sleepy." Nanchen continued to press him.

Sikongyan suddenly grabbed her wrist, stared at her with his eyes undulating, and said for a while, "I'm going to see her again."

"You shouldn't have told me."

Sikongyan blinked, and this sounded a little familiar.

"It's not OK to see!"

Nan Chen suddenly raised his voice and stared at him coldly.

Sikongyan was completely dead. Could this be the cause and effect cycle?

"What's more, you're holding hands with her."

"You, you know everything..."

Sikongyan looked at her in a daze, and the feeling of being exposed on the spot made him at a loss. He had never been so messy in his heart. Even if he was walking on thin ice in business, it just made him feel dark.

Nan Chen nodded slowly, withdrew his gaze nailed in his pupils, and said silently for a moment, "If you don't want to see her, just refuse directly. Why do you have to torture yourself? Or is it only in this way that you can relieve your guilt."

"I never felt guilty until she recovered her memory."

Nanchen looked at him sideways and looked at him in surprise.

"It's very heartless." Sikong Yan slightly raised the corner of his lips, "I'm just fulfilling my responsibilities and paying off what I owe."

"What about now?"

"Now...I feel guilty." Sikongyan said frankly, "She has become a living person again."

"Crime is also a kind of missing."

"I didn't think of her."

Sikongyan was anxious to defend himself, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He leaned forward to catch Nanchen's hand, thinking that she would shake him away, but he didn't. Nanchen sat down on the edge of the bed with a calm expression.

"Aren't you angry with me?" Sikongyan asked in surprise.

"What's the use of being angry? I'm not as casual as I thought."

Nanchen's eyes fell and fell on their hands holding each other, "Do you know, I made up my mind this time and would leave room for revenge on you. Pretend to know nothing, see nothing, and then be more considerate to you, but I couldn't continue acting, even if it's only one day..."

Sikongyan looked at her in a daze, and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions. He suddenly took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and hugged her tightly.

"fool."

He gently, but he fell two words.

"Yeah, I'm."

Nanchen buried his head and put his forehead on his collarbone, "We can't deceive ourselves in the end."

Just then, a beeping sound came from the visual intercom downstairs.

Nanchen pushed him away and walked out. The visual intercom showed a man wearing glasses' face, and a woman stood beside him. Even though she did not look at the screen, even if she seemed to be deliberately turning her head, Nanchen recognized her at first glance, Bai Yu.

It’s true that Cao Cao came. She even felt that there were invisible lines of bondage in the air, entangled their fate in the dark.

Nanchen opened the door and wanted to show a polite smile, but she couldn't laugh.

"Hello, is Mr. Yan at home?" asked the man in glasses politely.

"I'm here, please." Nanchen turned sideways and let out.

Bai Yu looked at her and smiled slightly. There was no slander or jealousy towards her rivals in her smile, and it was pure and warm, just like they were classmates.

Nan Chen was ready to respond to her hostile gaze, but he was stunned for a moment.

She suddenly understood the reason why Sikongyan was worried and guilty about her.

Bai Yu and Ying Shiyao are completely different people. Bai Yu has a pity that makes people feel pity. Even if they are pretending, they are pretending so real.

"I'm sorry to bother me."

She bowed slightly to Nanchen humbly.

On the other hand, the man with glasses had already gone upstairs. Compared to Bai Yu's reserve and cautiousness, this man seemed to be natural.

Nanchen didn't know how to respond, but just said no.

In fact, Dr. Duan was in a hurry to go to the bedroom and wanted to explain to Sikongyan.

He could not resist Bai Yu's pitiful pleading look, so he had to bite the bullet and accompany her to find Sikongyan. He did not know the address of Sikongyan's house, but Bai Yu remembered this very clearly after he recovered his memory. There was no mistake in turning the road along the way. That sure look was like going back to his own home.

Looking at Dr. Duan's expression, "I can't do anything about it," Sikongyan's face turned as cold as the cold winter month.

Then, footsteps came from the door, and Bai Yu walked in.

Sikongyan glanced at her and his eyes fell out the window.

"Senior, when I heard that you were sick, I rushed over in a panic, a little abrupt."

Bai Yu stood half a meter away from the bed, put his hands in front of him, nodding and talking.

Sikongyan looked expressionless and ignored him.

Dr. Duan was conscious of his glasses and went out.

When he walked to the door, his eyes met Nanchen leaning on the door frame. He felt even more overwhelmed and went down the stairs as if he was running away.

"I'm fine, you go."

Sikongyan said coldly, "Don't come to my house again in the future."

"I understand...senior."

Bai Yu looked like a student who violated the school rules, sincerely bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I was so anxious that I was so impatient. I promised that there would be no next time."

Sikongyan turned his eyes, glanced at her, then turned over and lay down, leaving her with a back.

Bai Yu slowly raised his head and looked at him thin

The shoulders and back were cut, and there was no resentment or anger in his eyes, but a soft and tender expression of heartache.
To be continued...