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Chapter 664 The Love Brain of Gouxuewen (48)

"—"

Yu Huan suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream, and stood up suddenly.

In the system space, Liuzi also woke up.

It asked: [Host, are you having nightmares again? 】

Yu Huan rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily, and muttered, "Not only that, it's still the same scene. It almost scared me to death."

[I guess it’s because the mission has not progressed recently. Host, you are too anxious and that’s why you can’t sleep well. 】

【Maybe! 】

After Yu Huan washed up and dressed neatly, she walked to the next door and saw no one. She guessed that Song Zhiyan was downstairs, so she went downstairs wearing slippers.

As they approached the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast wafted over, making Yu Huan's stomach growl.

There were several small plates placed on the round slate table. The smaller white plate contained four cut soft-boiled eggs, two steamed dumplings and two paper-wrapped singed dishes.

On a larger pink plate, there was a bowl of vegetable and shrimp porridge, and a bowl of soy milk soaked in fried dough sticks.

When Yu Huan approached, he was so greedy that his mouth was watering.

The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen.

In Yu Huan's eyes, the young man who was preparing breakfast early in the morning and washing his hands with lowered eyebrows was simply a caring little cotton-padded jacket shining with golden light.

After the young man wiped his hands, she approached him with a crooked eyebrow and a smile, "Zhiyan, good morning!"

"Well, good morning." His voice was calm and his reaction was a little cold.

Yu Huan didn't think much and reached out to hold his hand.

I don't know whether the young man didn't pay attention or didn't see it, so he walked around her and walked out, perfectly avoiding her hand.

System Six saw some clues and said, [Host, Song Zhiyan's attitude is a bit strange today. Is he angry? 】

Yu Huan disagreed: [You may have imagined it. If he was really angry, how could he prepare breakfast for me so early in the morning? 】

Liuzi thought about it, and it was right.

......

Arriving at the round table, Yu Huan found that Song Zhiyan had lowered his head and started eating. This was the first time that he did not wait for her.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling, but the way he lowered his head and said nothing gave Yu Huan a sense of "don't talk to me".

Yu Huan sat on the soft chair. The shrimp porridge in front of her was still hot. She picked up a spoon and stirred it to dissipate the heat.

"Zhiyan, does your head still hurt now?"

"Fortunately."

"By the way, what time did you get up?"

"A little after six o'clock."

"This porridge smells so good, it must be delicious."

"Ah."

"You've been having a lot of social events recently, so remember to drink less."

"......Um."

His overly brief conversation made the smile on Yu Huan's face fade a little, and her stirring movements paused.

"By the way, has He Ling gone back?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiyan slowly raised his eyes and finally looked at her.

"Do you want him to stay?"

Yu Huan took a sip of porridge and said, "I'm just asking."

"Really? I thought you wanted him to stay and have breakfast with you." He smiled, but there was a thorn in his words.

No matter how dull Yu Huan was, she noticed his jealousy and couldn't help but remind him, "Zhiyan, He Ling is the one who changed your clothes last night. When I went to take a shower, you vomited all over him and even Wipe your mouth and body for me, and take care of you for almost the whole night."

Therefore, she asked out of humanitarian reasons.

"Yes!" Song Zhiyan sighed, "I should thank him properly."

His insincere words almost overflowed. Yu Huan frowned. Just as he was about to say something, he asked again, "Did you and him send me back last night?"

Yu Huan said: "No, it was Sheng Chutang and Mingyu who helped."

Song Zhiyan: "...Why are you with them so late at night?"

Yu Huan continued to drink porridge: "I just happened to meet you."

"We happened to meet each other?" Song Zhiyan repeated, as if chewing on the word, staring at her with complicated eyes, "Why is it such a coincidence every time?"

When he had no time to pick her up, it was not the first time that he learned from her about the encounter between she and Sheng Mingyu on the road.

They always met by chance. Song Zhiyan didn't want to be jealous, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Yu Huan couldn't figure out the reason why her boyfriend was overly sensitive this morning, so she could only comfort him softly, "Zhiyan, I only like you, I said so."

Song Zhiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly as he ate a piece of siomai without any taste.

"Really? Then how are you going to prove it."

Yu Huan asked him, "Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you, how could I not believe you." He looked calm.

Yu Huan was extremely angry and angry.

"What happened to you today? Why are you so angry again?"

"I'm not angry." Song Zhiyan looked at her, "I told you I believe you, why are you angry?"

His tone was normal and normal. Yu Huan felt helpless as if he had punched cotton, and was extremely depressed.

In the end, the two broke up on bad terms.

After the suspected quarrel, Yu Huan did not contact Song Zhiyan.

The first day, he didn't move either.

After the next day, he sent several apology messages and called several times, but Yu Huan didn't read or answer.

On the third day, he stopped moving again, as if he had given up.

There was almost a cold war between the two for a week.

Fortunately, quarrels and cold wars are not without their benefits. Her frozen mission value has finally increased, and it has increased to 60 little by little, which is gratifying.

But seven days later, the task value has not moved again.

But the system was still very happy, and even teased her secretly——

"More noise is good for physical and mental health."

Of course, Yu Huan didn't tell anyone about the Cold War. During this period, he received a message from Yu Qian, insinuations and concerns about her emotional state.

Yu Huan didn't say anything, just a few words to fool him.

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Yu Huan received a call again. It was Song Zhiyan's mother, Karen Xu.

She said that Song Zhiyan was in a car accident.

The car accident happened four days ago, which happened to be the third day that Song Zhiyan broke off contact with her.

Song Zhiyan was out of danger, and Xu Karenyou, who was anxious, remembered her and hurriedly contacted her.

After hearing the news, Yu Huan's throat seemed to be blocked and he was speechless for a moment. His only thought was to go to the hospital.

*

The hospital is noisy and the smell of disinfectant lingers. People are coming and going in the corridors. You can see crying children and adults crying silently. Doctors and nurses are all working nervously.

Yu Huan hurried outside Song Zhiyan's ward. When he stopped to breathe, his heartbeat was extremely fast.

Yu Huan raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It happened that someone opened the door and came out, it was Xu Qingyou.

Her face looked slightly tired, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried.

"Huanhuan is here, come in quickly."

This was a single ward. As soon as Yu Huan entered, he saw the young man on the bed. His eyes were closed tightly, his face was white with blue, and his chapped lips were bloodless, giving people a sickly pale feeling.

Outside the window, the birds on the treetops were chirping and full of life.

Inside the room, the young man was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, lying weakly on the hospital bed. The surroundings seemed so quiet that only his shallow breathing and the sound of dripping could be heard.

Xu Karen sighed and told her that although Song Zhiyan was in a car accident, fortunately the driver of the car was sharp-eyed and skilled in driving, and Song Zhiyan was sitting in the back seat, so there were no irreparable consequences after the collision.

Time gradually passed by in the ticking sound, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, Karen Xu received a call and went out.

Yu Huan sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, concentrating on peeling the apple, one round after another.

When she was almost finished cutting, the young man on the hospital bed let out a muffled groan, slowly opened his eyes, and looked towards her.

Yu Huan stopped moving.

When their eyes met, the young man's eyes flashed with confusion.

"Who are you?"

Yu Huan was stunned.

The last segment of the peel broke off.