Cut off

Chapter 30

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong moved away hesitantly, and pressed his back against the edge of the bed, if he moved any further, he might fall off.

Bai Hemian blinked, hugged Feng Qisong's waist eagerly, and moved closer: "Second Brother Feng, I...I'm cold."

He bit the bullet and lied: "Don't hide."

"Cold?" Feng Qisong immediately hugged Bai Hemian tightly upon hearing this.

Young Master Bai was born with a cold body, and his fingers would feel cold even on hot days, so Second Master Feng hugged him for a long time, but he never thought that he was lying, and persuaded rather worriedly: "Let's go to the hospital, maybe it's on the way back. It rained and caught a cold."

Before the words finished, Bai Hemian sneezed again.

Feng Qisong was silent, not intending to ask for his opinion, he got up and looked for the lamp switch, and just about to turn it on, Young Master Bai sat up and rubbed over desperately.

Feng Qisong had a rare headache and hugged him dumbfounded: "What's the matter?" he asked while rubbing his head.

"... When I was not at home, the third child bullied you?"

Bai Hemian said, "No."

"Qianshan won't let you eat ice cream?"

"nor."

"Miss your parents?"

"...Second Brother Feng." Bai Hemian buried his face in Feng Qisong's neck, muffled, "I was thinking of you."

Feng Qisong fell into silence again.

Then Bai Hemian heard Second Brother Feng ask in a dry voice, "What do you want me to do?"

A burst of depression suddenly rose in his chest: "I can't miss you?"

As he spoke, he wrapped his legs around Feng Qisong's waist, rubbed them arrogantly for a while, and then his voice softened again: "I miss you."

"He Mian, do you want to tear up the paperwork we made before?" But the more he was like this, the more weird Feng Qisong felt, and even became vigilant, "It was agreed for a year, I..."

"Second Brother Feng!" Bai Hemian was discouraged, he interrupted Feng Qisong's words, and slid into the quilt along the man's chest, "I keep my word, and it's impossible to go back on my word."

Feng Qisong paused: "So you want to write a letter to your old friend?"

"No." Bai Hemian turned over angrily, "Second Brother Feng, you should rest."

When he got angry, Feng Qisong felt much relieved.

Second Master Feng wrapped his arms around Young Master Bai's waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I want to rest, but as soon as I close my eyes, you wrap around me. How can I sleep well?"

After all, he gave him a light push.

Bai Hemian knew he had done something wrong, so he turned around and came face to face with Feng Qisong. He is also a man, so he naturally knew the pain he was holding back: "Second Brother Feng..."

Young Master Bai stretched out his hand hesitantly: "Want to help?"

Feng Qisong's breathing became heavier in an instant, he hugged his waist, hesitated to speak, and finally pushed him into the bed in embarrassment, put on his shoes and went out.

Bai Hemian, who was left on the bed, hugged the quilt slowly, and sneaked up to the place where Feng Qisong had been lying, absorbing the remaining body temperature of the man.

Then he smiled smugly.

The sky turned pale, and Feng Qisong reluctantly returned to the bedroom, looked at Bai Hemian sleeping next to his pillow, and stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of his nose.

When Young Master Bai was asleep, he looked more harmless, but unfortunately, as long as those beautiful eyes were opened, the whole person would be gorgeous, and Feng Qisong couldn't resist no matter what.

"Second Brother Feng...?" In his dream, Bai Hemian sensed the familiar body temperature around him. He no longer deliberately hugged Feng Qisong's waist, but hooked a small corner of Feng Qisong's cuff.

Look no sense of security.

Feng Qisong was lying on his side, trying to avoid pressing on his injured leg, and under the dim light of the sky, he stared at Bai Hemian's sleeping face fascinatedly, with a slight confusion in his eyes.

yeah why?

Before returning to Jinling, Feng Qisong thought that what he was about to face was a violent storm.

He doesn't care about the bloody storm after getting rid of the name of disabled, he only thinks about how to deal with his younger brother and husband and wife who have rekindled their old love.

Feng Qisong wrote a letter of divorce, tore it up, and wrote a letter about elopement in the name of his friend, but tore it up.

No matter what, he didn't want to let Bai Hemian go. After thinking about it, he let himself go, and was ready to tie the young master by his side for the rest of his life.

He imagined Bai Hemian's anger and disgust, but he didn't expect the young master to stick to his arms and say "I miss you".

So Erye Feng, who had been on the battlefield and beaten horse bandits, panicked and asked several questions one after another, hoping that Bai Hemian would deny it, but after he did deny it, he fell into a momentary confusion.

However, no matter what, even if Bai Hemian's intimacy is a mirror image, Feng Qisong is still reluctant to let go.

Just as he was thinking about it, the young master Bai beside him suddenly trembled, whimpered, groaned and shouted coldly.

Feng Qisong stretched out his hand to touch it, only to feel the forehead under his palm was hot, and Bai Hemian really had a high fever.

Second Master Feng regretted it instantly, thinking that he should not let Bai Hemian mess around at night, he should drive directly to Huashan Hospital, but he forgot what he said to Qianshan.

"Qianshan!" Feng Qisong rolled Bai Hemian up with a quilt and carried him out of the bedroom.

Qian Shan, who was dozing off in front of the door, jumped up: "Second Master!"

Then he saw Young Master Bai with an obviously abnormal expression in Second Master Feng's arms, his expression changed ever-changingly: "Second Master, you can still... ah... you can definitely do it if you hurt your leg!"

"What are you thinking about?" Feng Qisong only cared about Bai Hemian who was crying coldly in his arms, and was too lazy to argue with Qian Shan who was thinking wildly, "Hemian has caught a cold, hurry up and drive, we will go to the hospital to see Mr. Xun."

"Young master is sick?" Qian Shan realized that Bai Hemian's cheeks were flushed, and hurried out of the courtyard.

Feng Qisong followed behind Qian Shan, holding Young Master Bai firmly in his arms. When passing by the east wing, his footsteps paused slightly, pain appeared in his eyes, but he didn't stop after all.

Bai Hemian himself did not expect that a joke in the night actually caused him to have a high fever for two days in a row.

He has never been sick since the downfall of the Bai family.

Right now, Feng Qisong was by his side, and he was exhausted by the chaotic emotions, which allowed the illness to take advantage of his loopholes.

Bai Hemian woke up on the evening of the third day and heard Second Brother Feng talking to someone.

"The fever is gone, but when I touched his hands and feet, they were still cold."

Others replied: "He is physically weak, the root cause of the disease brought out from the mother's womb, there is nothing to do about it."

"Does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it won't be life-threatening, don't worry, in two days, I will definitely return you a lively Second Young Mistress."

"Old Mr. Xun..." Feng Qisong sighed helplessly, "It's fine to call him in front of me. He Mian will be angry when he hears you call him that when he wakes up."

Mr. Xun didn't take it seriously: "Don't all the men and wives in other people's families call it like that? Your family is special."

"He Mian doesn't want to marry me." Feng Qisong said calmly, "You also know that he had a marriage contract with the third child."

"That's a thing of the past. As an old man, I don't care about the marriage contract or not. Do you still care about people who have stayed abroad?"

Feng Qisong seemed to be in a dilemma, and after pondering for a long time, he spoke again: "Master Xun, I naturally don't care, but emotional matters don't just happen if I just don't care."

"That's all, I don't understand young people." Old Master Xun handed the medicine to Feng Qisong, "These are for your leg injury, and these are for your young master's health."

"...I will tell Qianshan again to supervise you to take medicine." Mr. Xun was still worried before leaving, "The situation in Jinling City is not clear now, your leg must be cured as soon as possible."

"I know."

"It's good that you know."

As the footsteps faded away, Bai Hemian struggled to open his eyes.

He was lying in a bright and clean ward, and Feng Qisong stood at the table with his back facing him, as if he was distinguishing the difference between the herbs left by Mr. Xun, with a focused and gentle expression.

Bai Hemian moved his dry lips, but he couldn't make a sound, but coughed out a series of weak gasps.

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong quickly put away the medicine, walked to the bedside, and fed him water.

Bai Hemian honestly drank half a glass of water.

"Finally woke up." Feng Qisong put down the water glass and touched his forehead again, "The doctor said that you have a cold, and you'll be fine if you get a fever."

He nodded wearily, leaning against Feng Qisong in a daze.

Feng Qisong was afraid that Bai Hemian would feel uncomfortable, and also thought that he hadn't eaten for two days, so he brought the porridge he had prepared and coaxed him to eat: "I know you don't like these, I promise you, I'll wait until you get better." , I will take you to your favorite restaurant and eat whatever you want."

Bai Hemian turned his head to avoid the spoon that was handed to his lips, and hugged Feng Qisong's neck with great effort.

He called hoarsely, "Second Brother Feng."

"Yeah." Feng Qisong involuntarily frowned, although he hated Bai Hemian's illness, he loved how he relied on him.

After Bai Hemian yelled, she fell silent, as if she had fallen asleep, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

In the past, he only cared about being married by force, and everything Feng Er Ye did was disgusting.

Now that his mentality has changed, he just realized that Second Master Feng treated him with restrained tenderness and endless pampering.

Feng Qisong thought he didn't want to drink the porridge, so he picked up the bowl again: "He Mian, good medicine tastes bitter... Besides, this porridge is not medicine, you drink more, and you will get better soon."

"...By the way, you won't be able to eat ice cream in the future. If you think it's too hot, I'll ask Qian Shan to buy you some more fruit and freeze it in the well."

"You...don't blame me."

Feng Qisong laughed as he spoke, feeling that he was coaxing a three-year-old child. Before that, he had never imagined that the arrogant and domineering Young Master Bai would be so clingy when he was sick.

Fortunately, he is the sticky one.

Feng Qisong secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, the divorce letter was torn up, otherwise, wouldn't this obsessive affection be given to Feng Laosan for nothing?

"Second Brother Feng." Bai Hemian didn't really listen to Feng Qisong's words, he was still not fully recovered, he was top-heavy, holding Second Brother Feng, barely sitting still.

It was probably because the sunset was too bright, or Feng Qisong was too gentle, one weird idea after another popped up in Bai Hemian's chaotic mind.

He felt that he was sober, but what he said was: "Second Brother Feng, do you like me?"