After wearing the book, I relied on yin and yang feng shui to bend the king of hell [Entertainment C

When He Yu woke up the next morning, he realized that something was wrong. The cold wind came in from the window beside him, and half of the quilt fell to the ground.

He feels that he sleeps in a good posture in his own home, but how did he become like this here.

Then he blamed everything on the damn fever.

When he woke up, Yan Zen happened to come over to look at it. It was early in the morning and he was not working. In fact, he didn't need to wake up so early, but He Yu still couldn't fall asleep after meditating on the bed for a long time.

He was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to get up from the bed, so he saw Yan Zen rushing over to close the window and cover him with the quilt, and then looked at him speechlessly: "...how did you sleep last night?"

Half of He Yu's face was covered under the quilt, and he felt that Yan Zen had also wrapped him into a ball. The heat was unbearable, but he didn't want to pull the quilt.

He quietly stretched out a hand and grabbed Yan Zen's sleeve, only to realize that this person was wearing a dark blue pajamas.

In fact, it was a very normal thing at first, but He Yu was used to the usual fashionable look, so he suddenly found it novel.

Moreover, this pajamas feel very good and hold firmly.

"..." Yan Zen looked down at the little paw, which was white and thin.

He Yu's body temperature was measured to be similar to yesterday's, and Yan Zen was relieved, fortunately, it wasn't more serious, which was a bit of consolation.

He Yu couldn't eat, but he wasn't sleepy and didn't want to move, so he lay on the bed and pretended to be dead, and occasionally opened his eyes to look at Yan Zen: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Zen had moved a chair and sat by the bed at this time, he put down his phone: "Search and see what to do if a child kicks the quilt."

He Yu felt offended and continued to lie down.

But strictly speaking, compared with Yan Zen, he is really just a child.

When it was close to noon, he took out his mobile phone, and the matter of his illness was already on the hot search.

#He Yu is sick and Yan Zhen asks for leave to take care of#

He clicked in with the mentality of eating melons. The matter was posted by Ye Chen using his account, saying that he was a little sick because of the season change.After all, this means that it will not be able to operate for a period of time, and it also prevents those who are interested in taking advantage of this loophole to hack him.

[So are you living together? Are you living together?]

[I don't care if it's rounded or rounded, it's just together]

【Yan Wangye is very busy recently, please take leave to take care of Yubao! 】

[I'm a little curious about what kind of illness I have. If it's a mild cold, it would be outrageous to speculate like this...]

In fact, this question itself is justified as a question, but when some fans refuted below saying that Yu Bao is not such a person, he was rudely refuted by this person, so it was very disharmonious.

When He Yu read it, that comment was already popular, not because someone agreed, but because Yan Zen replied.

Returned a photo with a question mark.

The content of the photo is the temperature of the thermometer, with a body temperature of nearly [-] degrees written on it.

And that question mark seems to say: Do you have any comments?

And Yan Zen didn't just take this one, she simply updated it every half a day, and just posted the third one.

How good, real-time monitoring by fans all over the network.

He swiped through the comments for a while, felt his head swell and put down his phone, hugging the quilt to look at Yan Zen: "Brother Ye was worried that he would lose his fans if the official announcement was made, but now I think it won't happen."

Yan Zen was also reading Weibo, and raised her head when she heard the words: "Huh?"

He Yu replied with firm eyes: "We may really only have CP fans left."

Yan Zen: "..." There is a trace of truth.

It's not a day or two to show affection. Girlfriend fans and the like should run early, or switch to cp.

At noon, He Yu took the medicine and was forced to drink some porridge. Because of the effect of the medicine, he was groggy in the afternoon and finally fell asleep.

Yan Zen was sitting there watching him, but was caught off guard by the confused He Yu: "Tuanzi."

Yan Zen: "..." Still can't escape.

Anyway, He Yu was still thinking about it, and Yan Zeng said that he would try to change the dumplings when he had time.

He Yu didn't hear a response, and there was nothing more in his arms, He Yu said again: "You said it will change."

Yan Zen felt a little suffocated.

It's not that he doesn't want to change, anyway, his dignity is long gone.If it really becomes like that... I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the fate of being hugged and slept by He Yu.

What's the difference between that and sharing a bed.

He Yu frowned, and grabbed Yan Zen's clothes twice with his hands: "Change."

After three seconds of extremely short psychological struggle, Yan Zen agreed.Get rid of it early.

The figures turned into black smoke, and they gathered together and entered He Yu's arms.

Soft and fluffy, He Yu felt that this was more comfortable than Hei Wuchang's before.

Well, as expected of his boyfriend.

Yan Tuanzi was a little cool, and He Yu felt very comfortable sticking to it, so he rubbed against it.

Yan Zen couldn't see anything, only knew that after a while, He Yu's breathing became calm and he fell asleep again.

And he couldn't pull himself away.

But he suddenly felt that this might not be too bad?

He Yu fell asleep contentedly, but soon realized that something was wrong.

He was dreaming, but the feeling in the dream was so clear that he even knew he was dreaming.

The body is light and light, and it is not uncomfortable.

But everything I could see was covered in black mist, I couldn't see the way clearly, and I didn't know why I was here.

At first he thought it might be related to Yan Zen, but later he didn't think so, Yan Zen couldn't leave him here alone.

He didn't dare to move around in the dark. After an unknown amount of time, a figure surrounded by white light appeared in front of him. It was a girl with fluttering long hair.

He Yu felt that it looked familiar, and stretched his hand forward, trying to touch it, but it was in vain.

The surroundings lit up, and the shape of the figure gradually became clear.

He finally realized who it was, raised the corners of his mouth gently, and shook his hand twice where the little girl's head was, as if he had touched it: "Finally came to give feedback to the service?"

The other party seemed to smile too.

He Yu was very happy, the first soul he came to save in this world, the little girl in the haunted house, now stood in front of him with a different appearance.

There are some star-like things floating around, sometimes stopping on He Yu's body, and his fair skin seems to be glowing.

Gradually, the figure of the little girl moved away.

He Yu stood there and asked her, "Leave?"

She nodded and made a gesture of beckoning.

Then, it was shrouded in bluish white light, scattered into stars, and gathered together again, flying past He Yu...

He Yu opened his mouth involuntarily.

What a nice view.

"You will be happy in your next life."

Can forget all the pain of this life.

When He Yu woke up, he felt that everything was wrong.

First of all, Yan Zen has transformed from a dumpling, kneeling on the bed with one knee, and propping her hands on both sides of the pillow.

Basically put He Yu under the pressure.

He blinked twice, Yan Zen was looking at him, and he was thinking whether he should sleep a little longer.

But he quickly discovered the second point, Yan Zen's expression, as if he had just been greatly frightened, he was still panting, with cold sweat on his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Although He Yu wasn't really pressed, he really didn't dare to move.

"You just..." Yan Zhen fell back on the chair next to her with a bang, "It glowed."

He Yu was convinced of the reality of that dream, but still wanted to ease the atmosphere: "Haven't you ever shined too?" That awful fashion week dress.

"It's not the same," Yan Zen was rarely joking at all, "I almost thought something happened to you again."

He Yu was a little amused, got up and touched Yan Zen's head, this time he could feel it: "Not only did I not have an accident, but I recovered from my illness." He told Yan Zen about the little girl.

Then he gave himself a thumbs up and said, "Look, good people are rewarded with good rewards."

Yan Zen had nothing to refute, she poured two glasses of water and He Yu each drank some.

He Yu leaned against the wall next to the kitchen. The water was a little hot, and he blew on it: "Besides, why are you so nervous? Didn't you extend my life?"

Yan Zen realized later that his reaction was a bit too much. He was in charge of people's life and death. What the hell was he panicking about?

"I didn't get it right in my head," he said, having been a man for many years, "I'm just worried about you..."

He Yu heard that he suddenly stopped as if he was stuck, and asked, "What are you worried about me?"

Yan Zen rubbed the cup twice, then looked outside, the sky gradually darkened, and the last ray of the setting sun was swallowed up just now.

He might be afraid that He Yu would be like a ray of sunshine, which would be fleeting.

"I'm worried that I won't see you again." He bit the bullet and said the nasty words out of his mouth.

Originally, he thought He Yu would laugh at him, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly remembered something and stopped talking.

He Yu's thinking went back to the question that was brought up a long time ago, but he didn't want to think about it.

He is dead, what will Yan Zen do?

"That dream just now, um... I suddenly felt that we were quite unfair," he put the water glass back in the kitchen, and then backed out, his eyes still downcast.

Yan Zen didn't answer, so he continued by default: "Think about it, after I die, I'll be reincarnated and I won't remember anything..."

He couldn't go on talking all of a sudden, this dream reminded him that he also had something to fear about the original question.

After he died, wouldn't Yan Zen be forgotten in the next life?

Including all the pleasant memories, there must be nothing left...

He swallowed, Yan Zen was heating up the food inside, and He Yu wasn't sure if he was listening.

His heart rate has obviously increased, but the reason is unknown.

When he spoke, although his voice was no longer hoarse, it was trembling.

"It's so unfair," He Yu became sentimental and his nose was a little sore. He felt that these things were far away from him, and he still had a long future, but there was always a deadline, and it would always come.

"How can you remember it alone." His voice gradually softened.

People's fear of death is actually a fear of the unknown, but after death is a clear concept for He Yu, so he is not afraid.

But the fear did not disappear, but transferred to something called forgetting.

Yan Zen put the last plate on the dining table: "This question... I have thought about it too."

He walked towards He Yu: "To be honest, I'm more afraid than you."