Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 542 26

Ning Wenyao didn't dare to stay in front of him for a while, and immediately closed the door and left.

After Yun Chen finished yelling, his mood became even lower. He sat silently, curling his fingers to find a cigarette.

Suddenly thinking of his situation, Yun Chen took back his hand and smiled miserably.

After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside.

The door shafts of the old house creaked, making a heartbreaking sound.

Ning Wenyao walked in slowly and stuffed a pack of cigarettes into Yun Chen's hand.

He didn't understand, so he bought the most expensive brand, hoping it would cause less harm to Yun Chen's body.

Yun Chen looked at him silently for a few times, then took the cigarette case and lighter, skillfully opened them and lit them, took a deep breath, pursed his lips slightly, and looked away.

Ning Wenyao stared at him closely, waiting for him to spit out the smoke.

But he felt that a century had passed, and Yun Chen still maintained that posture, fearing that he had passed through his lungs several times.

Finally, the man in front of him exhaled a cloud of white smoke, flicked it with his fingers, and the accumulated ash fell on his lap.

Ning Wenyao immediately stretched out his hand to sweep him away, his eyes red: "Yun Chen, let me see your feet."

Yun Chen slowly turned his head and suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile: "You spy on me."

You have taken away all my dignity.

Now even that embarrassing posture must be seen by you.

Ning Wenyao.

How far are you going to push me?

Yun Chen had never shown such an expression before. Ning Wenyao felt a chill running down his spine and lied: "I happened to see it. My ankle is a bit swollen. I guess I twisted it when I got out of bed. Can I apply it to you?"

Yun Chen took a puff of the cigarette and felt as if he was outside the world. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said without changing his expression: "Oh, then you are wrong. There is nothing wrong with my feet. I don't need to worry about it." .”

Ning Wenyao: "Yunchen, you can't hurt yourself, if you..."

Yun Chen exhaled smoke again and interrupted him: "If I am injured, will you stab me at the same position?"

Ning Wenyao's eyes became even redder.

Yun Chen threw away the cigarette and grabbed his collar: "Ning Wenyao, damn, you can threaten people, right? If you give yourself a knife, I will hit my head on the corner of the bed and die. Do you think I Are you afraid of death? If I were afraid of death, I wouldn’t pick you up and take you home in the first place.”

Ning Wenyao was shaken and shed tears: "Yunchen...Brother, please, let me see..."

Yun Chen: "Either let me go or get out, Ning Wenyao, I was really blind back then, picking up a white-eyed wolf like you."

After saying that, Yun Chen took his collar and pushed him out. His whole body exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.

He lit another cigarette. After the tobacco was burned out, he realized that Ning Wenyao had left.

[Yun Chen: Ahem, small system, no... adoptive father! ]

[System 112: Got it, I’ll give you a mask and let you go. ]

One stick after another was lit, and the room was soon filled with the smell of tobacco.

Yun Chen finished smoking a pack without changing his expression, threw away the empty cigarette case, leaned on the bed, feeling dizzy, and slowly slid down.

He heard the door open and footsteps, but his dull mind didn't have time to react.

By the time he regained some consciousness, it was already too late.

He was held by Ning Wenyao and his mouth and nose were covered with a handkerchief.

There's the scent of lavender on it.

Although the taste is good, it makes breathing difficult.

Yun Chen raised his hand in a daze, about to push it away.

Ning Wenyao waited outside for a long time. Seeing that he was too tired, he came in quietly.

He had to take him away soon.

And his injured foot also had to be taken care of in time.

Ning Wenyao searched a lot of information and found drugs that were less harmful, but they were inhaled.

Ning Wenyao quietly walked up to him and called him brother a few times in a soft voice. Yun Chen's mood was quickly soothed.

Ning Wenyao was cruel and covered his mouth and nose.

When he stopped struggling, Ning Wenyao relaxed his grip, and the handkerchief was just lightly placed on his face.

Unexpectedly, the man who had already softened suddenly opened his eyes again, raised his hand and dangled in the air.

Ning Wenyao was startled. When he was allergic to some medicine, he quickly opened the handkerchief and threw it aside. He hugged him tightly and patted the side of his face: "Yun Chen! Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me, are you dizzy? Or do you feel like vomiting?"

Yun Chen lost consciousness and repeated his words vaguely: "Think, vomit..."

Ning Wenyao broke into a cold sweat, held Yun Chen's chest with his hands, hugged him and bent over, patting his back: "Then spit it out, don't hold it in."

From Ning Wenyao's point of view, Yun Chen's body was bent forward, and his neck was shaken weakly by his slap, and it felt like it would break if he applied any more force.

Ning Wenyao should have investigated calmly, but because the person in his arms was Yun Chen, he couldn't help but get confused.

He reached for the phone on the bed, and his breathing became rapid: "It's okay, it'll be okay. I'll take you to the hospital, don't be afraid."

Yun Chen: "Go to the hospital, don't be afraid..."

After saying that, he suddenly softened and hung on his arm without any movement.

Ning Wenyao was stunned for a moment, quickly digesting Yun Chen's words, and the hand that dialed the number slowed down.

He helped him lean back and let Yun Chen lie in his arms. He patted his face tentatively and said, "Brother, wake up, it's time to go to the construction site."

Yun Chen only fluttered his eyelashes at first. After a few seconds, he moved reluctantly and muttered: "Five minutes, sleep..."

It turned out that the dose of the medicine was not enough and I couldn't fall asleep completely.

Ning Wenyao repeatedly checked his breathing and body temperature, and then some color returned to his pale face.

The young man's feet were on the floor, his legs were curled up, and he bent down to hold Yun Chen tightly in his arms in a protective posture. He coaxed in a gentle voice: "Well, brother, go to sleep quickly. I'll call you in 5 minutes."

[Ding, Ning Wenyao’s strategy value +1, the current strategy value is 95]