Han Yu

Chapter 66

There was a little itching on his face, Han Fang frowned and turned his head to avoid it, turned over and prepared to go back to sleep, the person on his body laughed helplessly, leaned over and shouted in his ear dotingly: "It's time to wake up!" gone."

Han Fang didn't move for eight minutes and wanted to throw a pillow over it. His hand seemed to be pulled into the wound, and it hurt a little. He frowned and gradually struggled to regain consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Yu frowning He held his hand and said to himself: "Fortunately, the wound didn't open."

Gauze had already been wrapped around his hands, and they were carefully bandaged. Qiao Yu raised his eyes just to meet Han Fang. His eyes were gentle and doting, and he said in a gentle voice, "Go and brush your teeth, breakfast is ready."

"Go out." Han Fang looked at the white gauze on his palm and said in a low voice.

Qiao Yu didn't force it, she raised her eyebrows slightly and closed the door, giving Han Fang a buffer time.

As soon as the door was closed, Han Fang lifted the quilt and looked down at the imprints with a vague expression. Mixed memories flashed in his mind, the joyful murmur and the joy in the man's eyes when he bowed his head unexpectedly.

Do you have to be so happy...

It's like getting the whole world.

He exhaled irritably and rubbed his hair. He felt a slight pain in his head. He was naked, and the bruise marks on his skin were quite conspicuous. clothing.

Han Fang reached out and held it in front of his eyes and shook it. He had all the underwear in his favorite color, which made him feel a little bit fucked up.

He clicked his tongue inexplicably, the sun shone in from the window, and his warm body was cleaned and dry.

Han Fang changed his clothes, walked slowly into the bathroom, raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, the hickey mark on his neck was glaring and obvious, it was the mark when he raised his eyes, stared for a while, then lowered his head to prepare to start wash up.

Suddenly, he moved.

The toothpaste has been squeezed and placed quietly in the tooth cup.

An infinite strangeness rose in Han Xin's heart. He exhaled, and felt that everything today had no reason and was a little unreal to a trance.

is this real?

Han Anxin was filled with a sense of absurdity, raised his head and poured cold water on his face, which cleared up the already faintly painful mind, and at the same time, even the slight pain became clearer.

Pushing open the door and going downstairs, a scent aroused Han Fang's appetite. Qiao Yu was holding a bowl of soup. When he saw him, he was slightly taken aback, and then smiled, "Sit down and have breakfast."

Han Fang's eyes fell on his bandaged palm, and he quickly moved his eyes away. He pursed his lips and sat down at the table without saying a word. Qiao Yu's smile gradually widened, and he brought the soup in front of him, "Do you have an upset stomach? Alright, drink something warm in the morning to nourish your stomach."

The hot soup in front of him exuded a strong aroma, rushing toward his face, Qiao Yu handed him the spoon, and Han Fang looked at the bowl of hot soup without moving.

【Host, why do you look at this bowl of soup like looking at a bowl of poison? 】

"I'm just thinking about a question." Han slowed down, "Do you think Qiao Yu found out that I didn't want to admit it, and tried to make a grand banquet to kill me together."

【Do you think this is your last breakfast? 】

Han Fang squeezed the spoon tightly, "You don't think he is so abnormal today, and he cooks himself."

It is said that Qiao Yu is a young master, so the dishes he cooks should not be hidden dark dishes.

Goldfinger was silent and said, 【Host, in fact, he should be... so happy. 】

Han Fang felt a little inexplicable, "Is there anything to be happy about?"

Yes, I have.

For example, he got you in another way, so he was overwhelmed with joy, ruined his attributes into a mess, and clumsily tried to please you.

However, these Han Fang would definitely not understand.

He just stirred the thick soup in a dull manner for a while, then lowered his head and took a sip.

Qiao Yu's heart softened unconsciously following his every move, and suddenly his eyes fell slightly to Han Fang's neck, and as he lowered his head, hickey marks were slightly exposed from the back of his neck, He couldn't help trembling his fingertips and wanted to reach out to touch her, his eyes were calm and secretly surging with satisfaction and possession.

He moved his throat and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Han Fang hummed casually, "You did it?"

Qiao Yu was pissed off by Han Fang's rare proactive questioning, "Do you like it?"

His voice was low and soft, full of infinite joy. Han Fang paused for a while, then hummed, and Qiao Yu said, "Then I will make more of what you like in the future."

Will you like me a little bit then?

Han Fang lowered his eyes and turned away, "Why do you do this?"

"I learned it before."

In the past, when Qiao Yu was alone, he often took care of his own life. He didn't have a mother, just like he didn't have a father.

He is similar to Qiao Shang in that he is indifferent.

The noodles made by Qiao Yu are also delicious. Although they are mixed noodles, they are not sticky. It seems to have pinpointed Han Fang's stomach.

"Don't squeeze toothpaste for me in the future."

Qiao Yu saw that Han Fang was about to clear the dishes after eating, when he sat on the sofa and shook the newspaper after he was full, suddenly such a sentence came out.

"what happened?"

Han Fang's tone was serious and serious, "Have you ever thought about what to do if a mosquito happened to fly up and hit it, and get stuck?"

It was so disgusting that he couldn't eat breakfast.

In the end, Qiao Yu could only hold back a sentence, "It makes sense."

Han Fang shook the newspaper.

He was sitting right in front of Qiao Yu's eyes, and he could be seen when he turned around.

Qiao Yu felt that this was probably a kind of happiness.

For him, it is the greatest mercy.

Han Fang read the newspaper for a while, and felt that his head was still aching. He thought absently that maybe it was because of what he did yesterday. .

Seeing him go upstairs, Qiao Yu changed his appearance just now, his face became gloomy, and he made a phone call with a cold tone, "How is the investigation going?"

It has been found out, that person is the eldest son of the Chen family, and it was his birthday yesterday, so he happened to get together with Han Fang, so he went out of his way to pick things up, how could Qiao Yu not know Han Fang's temper, he dared to say Those who want to trouble Han Fang can definitely be excluded from the capital.

But so what.

Qiao Yu smiled nonchalantly. When Han Fang killed someone, he would bury the body. When Han Fang set fire to his front foot, he could add fuel to it with his back foot.

He can pamper everything about this person.

The eldest son of the Chen family is called Chen Ming, and he is still a fortune teller lying in the hospital. The glass shards pierced and cut him did not kill him, but the days to come may be difficult.

Qiao Yu interrupted with a frown impatiently when he heard the appearance of the countless treasures on the other end, who seemed to be digging out all eighteen generations of Chen Ming's ancestors.

His eyes gradually turned dark, and he lost his docile and harmless posture in front of Han Fang, and his pale thin lips parted slightly, "No, I'll go there myself."

When Han Fang was sleepy, someone opened the door and came in. He looked at him quietly for a while, and then said in a low voice, "I have something to do at work at noon today, so you can eat at home first."

Han Fang muttered, Qiao Yu listened closely and said, "Get lost."

Couldn't help but let out a low laugh, looked at this person with doting eyes, finally couldn't help but put a light kiss on his forehead, carefully afraid that he would wake up this person, Han Fang just murmured and fell into sleep .

There were many fragments in the dream, those that Han Fang wanted to avoid more or less, and those that Han Fang would lower his brows and eyes softly even in his sleep, but there was a dull pain in his head and something vaguely ringing in his ears.

There is Jin Jidong's childish and green eyebrows, holding a rose in front of his eyes, and Qiao Yi's casually extinguishing the cigarette and looking at him, and more of that entangled beauty, which has evolved into Qiao Yu smiling Eyebrows, reverently dropped a kiss on his face.

...Damn it will drool.

Han Fang frowned tightly in his sleep.

Really retarded.

Qiao Yu didn't feel something was wrong until he came back in the afternoon.

Han Fang stayed in the room quietly all day today. The problem was that he fell asleep until the afternoon. He tossed his briefcase and went upstairs. The person who opened the door was still asleep.

Qiao Yu frowned and went over.

At first, the voice was noisy in his ears, Han Fang impatiently opened his eyes to see who it was, and saw that it was Qiao Yu, who seemed to be discussing something with the doctor, it was a low-grade fever, not a big deal, probably just suffering Stimulation, just take some medicine and sleep for a while, sweating will be fine.

Qiao Yu's heart was relieved, and when he turned around, he saw Han Fang woke up, and immediately went over to hug him cautiously, seeing that the corners of his lips were chapped and distressed, Han Fang didn't bother to talk to him, just like spending extra money As if Li Qi hated him, he also drank the water Qiao Yu handed to his lips, wiped the water off his lips carefully for him, and then asked him, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Han Fang's voice was slightly hoarse, "It's as if you can feel uncomfortable for me."

Qiao Yu hugged him tightly, "I'd rather be the one who suffers."

This is disgusting.

But Han Fang didn't get goosebumps, just rolled his eyes lazily, "Headache."

Qiao Yu remembered how listless he was in the morning, "Did you start to feel uncomfortable in the morning?"

Han Fang hummed a nasal sound to him.

Qiao Yu kissed the corner of his lips, looked at his pale eyebrows, and coaxed lovingly, "It's okay."

Han Fang was expressionless: "If you kiss again, I can't help but want to beat you up."

"Okay." Qiao Yu whispered, "You have the final say."

The author has something to say: [A small theater that is not cold (probably?)]

(One)

Gauze had already been wrapped around his hands, and they were carefully bandaged. Qiao Yu raised his eyes just to meet Han Fang. His eyes were gentle and doting, and he said in a gentle voice, "Go and brush your teeth, breakfast is ready."

Han Fang (with a confused face): This is the direction...

(two)

Han Fang was expressionless: "If you kiss me again, I can't help but beat you up." → Translation: The baby will lose control of his prehistoric power

【Author's testimonials】

Ah, my little angel was blown out by my thick and long, and I am very relieved. If I want to continue~ If you are thick and long, do you consider showing your love for me?Okay, I admit that I went to watch a drama...don't hit me

[Thank you for the channel of the little angel I love, turn it over and over again]