There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Chapter 45

There was silence in the room for a while. Looking at Qianlang's familiar movements and slightly red face, Wen Yuran finally couldn't help but said, "Can't you stop using a knife on yourself in the future? If you really don't want to make yourself uncomfortable Zizi, then tell me next time, I will decide how you punish me in the future." After saying this, he endured it, but he still couldn't control his curiosity and cheap talk, "By the way, what the hell are you doing? Why do you have a happy face, even I am so serious, okay?"

Putting it on someone else, even if he had hemorrhoids, he would be more uncomfortable than Qian Lang.

"You care about me so much, that's the most gratifying thing for me." After disinfecting the wound and applying medicine, Qianlang began to wrap the bandage, and his whole body was still exuding a pink aura, "I can put away these medicines." ?"

"...Just be happy." It's a waste of emotion to be serious with Qian Lang, so far he hasn't fully understood what makes Qian Lang happy and sad, "By the way, did you call back the previous call?"

Maybe the timing of his speech was too coincidental. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the faint sound of the phone vibrating outside again, and Wen Yuran knew that Qianlang didn't take the phone seriously at all.

I feel sorry for the unknown comrade who called again.

"You pack it first, I'll get my phone."

Returning to the bathroom and taking the phone back, Wen Yuran glanced at the caller ID, and it was indeed 088 from before. Seeing that Qianlang hadn't finished dealing with the bandages, she simply pressed the button and put it to Qianlang's ear.

To be honest, he was really curious about what kind of urgent matter someone would ask Qian Lang for.

When he brought the phone closer, Qian Lang happily rubbed his face against his fingers before turning his attention to the content of the call.

"Pick the focus."

"address?"

"Before twelve o'clock."

The above is what Wen Yuran heard from Qian Lang during the 5-minute phone call.

"..." Could you be more insincere?

Wen Yuran expressed his admiration for this concise way of calling.

After hanging up the phone, Qian Lang turned around and kissed Wen Yuran's hand lightly: "It's a client's call. I'm going out around eleven o'clock tonight. I'll try to come back as early as possible."

Wen Yuran: "????"

He has to make one point: it's not that his thoughts are too depraved, but that as an adult man with a normal mind and body, he heard people say that he would go out to meet clients in the middle of the night and try to come back as early as possible. to think about.

The unstoppable brain hole ran far away in just an instant, and Wen Yuran had never seen someone who "received guests" in front of others openly while being open and upright.From his personal point of view, if this happened, generally speaking, this person should be allowed to leave immediately.

Brain hole back to brain hole, after a series of extremely weird plot developments in the brain, Wen Yuran coughed uncomfortably, telling himself that his mind should be healthier: "Go out so late? Your legs are still in such a miserable state. Are you going Halfway outside, the middle of the legs is red? Consider the mood of passers-by, hero."

"It should be just an ordinary grieving ghost. There won't be any serious problems. You don't have to worry." After the dressing was finished, Qian Lang stood up and put on his pajama pants again, looking as if he hadn't been injured before.

After Qian Lang said this, Wen Yuran finally remembered that he seemed to have mentioned this matter before, so his main source of income was not the remuneration for advertising endorsements at all.This made Wen Yuran deeply realize what a lucrative profession the magic stick is.

"Then it's not like going out in the middle of the night? If you're in a hurry, can't you just go there now?"

However, Qian Lang shook his head solemnly: "You won't die if you wait for a while. You should clean it up after you just came back from a business trip, and go there after I finish cleaning the room after I make dinner."

Wen Yuran was dumbfounded: "Then what if he dies?"

"Then the number 088 can only be left blank temporarily." Smiling

This kind of ideological education is too difficult. Wen Yuran felt a little pain in his head, so he stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples: "Let's not kidding, you have to go tonight? Can't you delay it for a while, and then deal with it when your legs are healed?"

"I'm not joking with you either. I mean everything I say. If it will cause my own injury to the point where it will affect my action, I will not do it anyway." Put it away, Qianlang turned around unexpectedly, and quickly kissed Wen Yuran on the face, "Of course, if you really don't want me to go, I won't go."

"Go cook! Then leave quickly! Don't come back tonight!!!"

"I'm going right now."

After Qianlang left the bedroom, Wen Yuran turned his back to the door, raised the back of his hand to cover the place where he was kissed just now, and only then realized that his face was unreasonably hot.

Fuck, isn't it just a kiss? When did I become so thin-skinned?Not a shy little girl.

Wen Yuran fell face down on the soft bed in pain, once again confirming that Qianlang was completely unworthy of sympathy at all times.For the first time, he was so deeply and straightforwardly aware that he seemed to have a tendency to bend.

While Qian Lang was cooking, Wen Yuran pasted a note on the bedroom door: Qian Lang and dogs are not allowed in! ! ! !

dog:? ? ? ? ?

After that, Qian Lang really did what he said, cleaning the room until eleven o'clock before going out.

Wen Yuran leaned against the door of the bedroom to watch Qianlang go out. After the door closed, he turned his head to look at Qi Feichen who was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The simple and elegant white nightdress really blinded him.Especially when he thinks about those women's underwear that Qi Feichen bought, he feels terrible when he thinks about it.

"You know how to use TV now, and you're a quick learner." He gave a small compliment from the bottom of his heart, and then complained, "Do you think someone really talks about being in a relationship and talking about being insane?"

After smoothing out the hair hanging from the side of the ear, Qi Feichen looked away from the TV screen, and looked at Wen Yuran rather puzzled: "Why did you say that? Do you think it's just that level of madness?"

"...Otherwise, what else do you want?" Wen Yuran was stunned. Could it be that he was to blame for making such a fuss?

"You really are a person who lives in a healthy and carefree life. Naturally, you never know that when people are really crazy, they can always do things you can't imagine." Qi Feichen smiled quite mysteriously, "If you are really curious, why don't you try to use Treat each other with disgust and bluntly ask him to leave?"

"Don't trick me, I'm still counting on a few more days to live a peaceful life." Such a proposal that obviously leads people into a trap, if he puts it into practice, he really deserves to be cheated to death.

Qi Feichen seemed very regretful.

***

Wen Yuran didn't know when Qianlang came back that night. He only knew that when he woke up the next morning, Qianlang had already set up a table of warm breakfast and was sitting on a chair smilingly waiting for him to eat together.Qi Feichen said with disgust that he still smelled of blood, but Wen Yuran didn't notice any wounds on Qianlang's body.

And after that, it seems to have returned to the ordinary life step by step, commuting to and from get off work every day.It's just that there is one more person and one ghost after returning home. Fortunately, they get along relatively well. From this perspective, it is more interesting than living alone.The injury on Qianlang's leg recovered very well as he said, and there was no trace left in the end. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wen Yuran probably would not have believed that there was such a wound.

Life is too ordinary. There were several times when Wen Yuran almost thought that maybe he could continue to maintain such a stable life in the future, and maybe things were better than he imagined.

Of course, this is just a thought, he knows that the so-called stability probably has nothing to do with the rest of his life, and he can only hope that the peace can be maintained for a longer time.

After dinner, Wen Yuran played a few games of backgammon with Qi Feichen to pass the time - Go is too high-end, and he refused to murder his own brain cells, so he chose the simpler popular backgammon, but in the end he was still unilaterally abused by Qi Feichen.Of course, in the eyes of onlookers, this is probably a sister Hei Changzhi fighting two men on the chessboard. Only they know that there is no female creature in this room at all.

According to Qi Feichen's own opinion, this is the chess-playing ability honed by the generals he was following him back then. He had learned several kinds of chess back then, and had also been exposed to games like backgammon.This made Wen Yuran very eager to get to know the general whom Qi Feichen often mentioned.How tall does one have to be to make Qi Feichen submissive?

He admitted that there was a little bit of curiosity mixed in, how could a general who sounded mighty and macho be able to mix with a man who was more feminine than a woman?In his memory, when he was in school, the quick-tempered male students often collapsed in minutes when they talked to the sissy: can you fucking talk a little bit more manly?

Speechlessly watching Qian Lang taking his place and starting to "fight" with Qi Feichen, Wen Yuran felt a little desolate.Every time he played backgammon, at the end he voluntarily surrendered, and then switched to a battle between Qian Lang and Qi Feichen, the outcome was usually a [-]-[-] tie.

He also didn't quite understand how these two people played backgammon so seriously, where did the sentiment come from.

Wen Yuran went into the bathroom and was about to take a shower. Wen Yuran was thinking while taking off his clothes: Chess is probably out of the question, or else call Aifei and four people to play mahjong next time?

small theater:

Wen Yuran: I used to be a good guy who flirted with people

Yin Mu: Actually, I don’t think there is anything worthy of praise.

Wen Yuran: Until later, I was unlucky and reminded to meet dry food, damn confession madman _(:з」∠)_

Yin Mu: Hmm... how should I say that sentence...

Qi Feichen: Wicked people have their own grind ╮(╯_╰)╭