Don't...... Are Cheng Lie and Yan Ling together?

It stands to reason that on a festival like this, even if Cheng Lie doesn't accompany his family, he should be with Tang Xiao.

Then why, he was alone with Yan Ling?

Ren Feilin's heart fluttered, and she enlarged the picture and looked at it carefully several times, and basically could determine that there were only two people sitting on the table, and there were only two pairs of chopsticks.

She couldn't be wrong about that.

Moreover, Ren Feilin is very sure that the wrist belongs to Cheng Lie.

Many of Cheng Lie's clothes are tailor-made by special internationally renowned designers, this shirt looks like nothing special, but its texture and cut are first-class, the wooden cufflinks, a certain Cheng mother Ren Fei Lin heard Cheng Mu said, is made of a very expensive and rare wood, no matter how many times it is worn, the cuffs will exude a refreshing wood fragrance.

The scent relieves stress and clears the mind and eyes – which is why Sung Yeol's shirts are fitted with these cuffs.

Cheng Lie himself may not care about this, but because he doesn't care about it, Cheng's mother is extra concerned, and the clothes customized for her eldest son are difficult to pick out the second exquisite piece in the world.

Ren Feilin, as a woman, especially a so-called celebrity who once studied abroad and often went to fashion shows, is able to chat with her mother in terms of fashion.

Her vision in this regard is also quite vicious, although Yan Ling may have deliberately blurred the photo in order not to let others see it, but Ren Feilin still discovered Cheng Lie's existence with a keen eye.

looked at the comments at the bottom of Yan Ling's circle of friends, most of them were ridiculing Yan Ling, asking him which beauty he went to be his personal doctor, and whether he had a spring festival directly at night.

Yan Ling didn't reply, he didn't seem to care what others thought of him at all, he just casually posted a holiday emotion.

Ren Feilin stared at the photo, to be precise, the wrist on the photo for a while, feeling that her breathing was gradually shortening, and her heartbeat was gradually becoming intense.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the wrist on the phone screen, which was not clear at all.

How long had she not been near him, how long had she not felt his temperature?

Ren Feilin looked at her phone in a daze, and her desire for Cheng Lie from the inside out overcame everything.

A thought quietly floated through her heart—

I must see him, I must ......

In a simple yet intimate apartment, a long dining table with a dark blue tablecloth is served.

The slender and powerful fingers held a bone china soup bowl, and the other hand held a white spoon slowly stirring the porridge with finely chopped vegetable leaves floating in the bowl, as if quietly waiting for the hot porridge to cool down, and was not in a hurry to drink.

"You've been stirring around for a long time—is it so hard to drink porridge?, or do you dislike my craft?" the young man opposite him raised his long, light-colored and curly eyebrows impatiently.

The man sitting across from him didn't speak, still stirring the porridge in the bowl unhurriedly.

"Liezi, you can't do this. The man shook his head and said.

Cheng Lie threw the spoon in his hand into the bowl, raised his eyes to look at him, and said lightly: "What's wrong with you?" Yan Ling. ”

"It's not my problem, it's your problem-" Yan Ling sighed heavily and said, "You haven't eaten much in the past two days, so it's not okay." ”

Yan Ling looked at Cheng Lie, who was sitting opposite, and the more he looked at it, the more depressed he became.

Since the operation on gastric bleeding, Cheng Lie quietly moved here, and no one saw him, so he called him over alone.

Yan Ling and Cheng Lie are brothers from childhood to adulthood, they have been on the battlefield together, they have escaped death together, Cheng Lie is in need, and he is duty-bound.

The director of a sanatorium just left everything behind and came to this apartment to become Chenglie's personal doctor.

He has no complaints about taking care of Cheng Lie, even if it is serving tea and water, he has no problem.

The problem is that Cheng Lie's illness is not very worry-free.

He didn't toss at all, but didn't feel like a patient, or rather didn't feel right.

He had no consciousness of being sick at all, and he still worked in front of his notebook or read a book every day, of course, all under the infusion.

Yan Ling can be regarded as well-informed, but when he saw Cheng Lie dressed neatly, and sitting in front of the computer with his back straight, while doing official business, there was no blood on his face, but his expression was extremely natural and resolute - this made Yan Ling feel a little painful.

Are you a little bit conscious of being a patient?

Yan Ling wanted Cheng Lie to lie down and rest, but before he could speak, Cheng Lie said directly, lying bored and uncomfortable.

Yan Ling was speechless in an instant-

You are born to work hard, right?

During this period, Cheng Lie had several episodes of stomach pain, after all, he had just had stomach bleeding, and the pain was inevitable.

However, when Cheng Lie had a stomachache, he didn't say anything about it at all.

Even people can sit there without saying a word.

If it weren't for the hint of a clue from his increasingly pale face and the cold sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead, Yan Ling estimated that this guy would not open his mouth even if he fainted in pain.

"Liezi, I beg you, you are on sick leave now, can we be like a sick person......? Isn't it so self-controlled?"

Yan Ling remembered very well that Cheng Lie, who was dripping with cold sweat at that time, raised his sweat-soaked eyelashes extremely calmly, glanced at him lightly, and even had a casual smile in his eyes: "Get used to it." ”

This sentence made Yan Ling lose his mind again.

Of course, he knew what Cheng Lie meant by "getting used to it".

Cheng Lie has had a stomach problem for a long time, but he has never taken it seriously. People who often go out on missions have a little stomach problem, and it is normal to have stomach pain when they go out on a mission, and what can be done at that time is only forbearance.

Endure it, and get used to it.

This time this person will go straight to the point of stomach bleeding.

If it weren't for the stomach bleeding, he wouldn't have been able to stop and rest.

He was stoic, gentle, took his pills on time, and obediently took fluids - which seemed to be a very good patient to deal with.

But no, Yan Ling would rather he not be like this.

However, even if he couldn't eat at all, if Yan Ling strongly asked for it, Cheng Lie would eventually eat it in one go.

Then, he went to the bathroom alone and threw up.

Therefore, Yan Ling saw Cheng Lie sitting in front of him calmly stirring the porridge in the bowl, and knew what his plan was.

It's not okay.

This is not normal eating at all, and every time I eat it, I vomit, which is no different from not eating.

Cheng Lie in front of him was still solid and tough, but Yan Ling could see that he was still thin.

The most obvious change is his complexion - his face has been very bad these days.

Cheng Lie was born with a light complexion, he didn't tan it, but he was still a healthy wheat color, these days were tossed, Yan Ling looked at it under the light, and he felt that Cheng Lie's face was almost transparent.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Ling panicked in his heart, and couldn't help but pour out all the words that he had endured in his heart for the past two days: "Although you didn't say anything, I still want to know - why didn't you see your family Tang Xiao? Aren't you two in a good relationship? Does she know that you are sick, so she doesn't care about you?" Forget about other people, your own wife left you a sick number here and ignored it, I don't think it's right, and besides, it's the Dragon Boat Festival today, you don't have a time with your wife, it doesn't make sense! Cheng Lie, for the sake of us knowing each other for so many years, you honestly confess to me, what's wrong with the two of you?"

In his opinion, Cheng Lie was silent, as if he had nothing to do, but he seemed to be hiding something.

Cheng Lie is not a person who likes to express and vent negative emotions, and the more he behaves indifferent, the more worried Yan Ling becomes.

He even suspected that Cheng Lie couldn't eat because he had something awkward with Tang Xiao and was in a bad mood.

It sounds funny, but when you're in a bad mood, your appetite does decrease.

But Cheng Lie's current body, if he doesn't eat well, it's really not good.

As his brother, as his personal doctor, he could not afford to let it go.

"Nothing. Cheng Yeol lowered his eyelashes, his eyes staring at the clear soup in the bowl that could almost reflect his entire face.

"Nothing?" Yan Ling was furious, "You don't fart much! I believe you have a ghost-"

"Yo, our little Yan Ling has also learned to explode foul language. Cheng Lie suddenly looked up at him, and a slightly novel smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Probably because of his pale face, Cheng Lie's smile under the light made Yan Ling a little surprised.

This smile can be described as "gentle" and "amazing".

Yan Ling is glad that he is not a - as a proper straight man, he has to admit that Cheng Lie is good-looking, and he was instantly speechless by him, and he changed to a, so he couldn't pounce directly?

He was so stunned that he forgot what he was going to say.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Cheng Lie looking at him without saying a word, as if he had insight into all his inner activities.

Yan Ling coughed unnaturally, but his tone softened a lot: "I don't believe you, you have to make me believe that there is nothing between you and Tang Xiao, okay, you can call someone to call me now, she is your wife, you are her husband, how can you be sick, she won't take care of you, and leave you here alone? I know that you don't think this vegetable soup with a clear soup and little water is not delicious, I'm really sorry, I'm at this level, it can be said that you have brought my cooking skills to the extreme." If you can't stand it, it's easy to solve it - call your wife to cook what you want to eat, I won't stop you, sincerely, your current body, you can't stand it if you don't eat anymore, Cheng Lie, I haven't mentioned the matter of giving you a craniotomy for the time being, please, hurry up and take care of your stomach first, okay?"