Fool stand-in

chapter 33: or you'll give him to me

the first reaction was that the fool did not listen to him again, ran out, and broadcast the other party's phone call with anger.

no one answered.

"stupid... how dare he not answer the phone. jian qingyin gritted his teeth and stared at the screen.

the feeling that the other party's actions were out of his control made jian qing extremely irritable, and he walked around the room like a headless fly, thinking about where the other party might go in his mind, and the final result was that it was so late, cheng wen had nowhere to go.

he repeated the phone several times in disbelief, and when he calmed down a little, he suddenly heard the sound of the mobile phone vibrating faintly in the room.

i rummaged through everything and finally found a white aged machine under the pillow that had faded somewhat.

it is cheng wen's mobile phone.

he bent down to pick it up, and his gaze became somewhat far-reaching.

if cheng wen went out, he couldn't even carry a mobile phone.

so...... <

an absurd thought appeared in his mind, jian qing's pupils suddenly tightened, he took a breath of cool air, turned around and rushed out of the room, and ran down the stairs as fast as he could.

the door of the warehouse was unlocked, and he easily pushed it open, and a few steps inside, he saw a yellowed white sofa, and on the sofa lay the man he was looking for.

he seemed to be very afraid of the cold, and he curled up there slightly, his long, thick black eyelashes hanging delicately, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

jian qing's throat tightened, and instinctively went over to shake his shoulder, eagerly saying, "cheng wen! cheng wen! wake up! after

about half a minute, cheng wen slowly opened his eyes, but his vision was a little scattered, his eyes fluttered to look at the people above, and his voice was like swallowing gravel, hoarse.

"ah qing..."

"how did you come here..."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time..."

jian qing was slightly relieved, hugged the person with a cold face, and gritted his teeth and scolded, "you fool, i asked you not to come out and you really stayed here and didn't move, didn't you?" if i don't go home for a week, will i be able to collect your body when i come back?! there was

no food for two whole days, dehydration was serious, at this time cheng wen was not conscious, and the words in his ears were not very clear, but he vaguely felt that jian qing seemed to be reprimanding him, he tried to turn his eyes to look at him, and murmured with red eyes, "a qing... don't get angry..."

"i know i'm wrong..." a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and the man closed his eyes weakly.

"damn." jian qing looked down at him and quickened his pace.

after carrying cheng wen to the bed and covering the quilt, he first gave him a few sips of salt-mixed warm water, and then dialed the family doctor's phone.

after about thirty minutes, fei wenluo came, and even though he had already understood the general situation on the phone, he couldn't help but 'sigh' when he saw the unconscious man on the bed, "you are really good enough, a good little person has become like this again."

"less nonsense, hurry up and cure." jian qing had a heart and didn't have time to be poor with him.

fei wenluo set up the infusion rack, took the saline he had brought out of the medicine box and hung it, and said, "i said that your beloved white moonlight has returned, what are you doing with this little fool, and you can't look at him." "you

don't have to." jian qing's eyes never left the little fool, frowning.

although he didn't like cheng wen, he had no intention of letting go at the moment, at least not until he married cheng ran.

"people are not in good health, and they are always tossed around by you." otherwise you let him go as soon as possible, he was born so cute, maybe he can meet someone who really likes him in the future, or wait until others are old and yellow, and you don't want him, how can he live such a little fool who can't turn his brain. fei wenluo sat down, took out the alcohol cotton, grabbed the man's thin hand to disinfect the needle, and his tone was quite a bit intimidating.

jian qing looked at him and said sarcastically, "when did you become so eight-woman?"

"ming people don't say secret words, i like this little fool, otherwise you give him to me, i will be good to him." 」 fei wenluo raised his deep eyes and smiled.