"Beck?" Zhuo Yan leaned down slightly and called her softly.

Looking at her tightly knit brows, you know how painful she is at the moment, Zhuo Yan's eyes sank, and he raised his hand to probe the temperature on her forehead, it is still so hot, it really can't be done without taking medicine.

Zhuo Yan sat down on the edge of the bed and helped Benko up again, letting her lean against his chest. Her back was just attached to his chest, and the bath towel on her chest was wet, and the cold feeling was uncomfortable on her body, Zhuo Yan lowered her eyes slightly, and then noticed that she was still wearing the soaked clothes, no wonder she kept shouting cold.

"Beck. Zhuo Yan patted her face, "Wake up, get up, change your clothes, and then eat and take medicine." ”

After calling her for a long time, Bei Ke slowly opened her eyes a slit, but she still looked confused, looking at Zhuo Yan a little blankly.

Zhuo Yan said again: "Quickly change your clothes." ”

Without waiting for Bei Ke to respond, Zhuo Yan had already stuffed the pajamas taken out of her closet into her arms, then turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom, "You change quickly, if I come back in a while and you haven't changed well, I'll throw you out." ”

Zhuo Yan intimidated Beike with himself, not realizing that Beike was the owner of this house, and if it was to be thrown out, it should be Zhuo Yan who was kicked out.

Zhuo Yan walked into the bathroom without looking back, closed the door, walked to the bath and took the basin and towel, filled the basin with some cold water, and soaked the towel in it. The sound of running water continued, Zhuo Yan raised his eyes slightly, and the appearance in the mirror that had not yet had time to be sorted out made him feel a little strange.

After waiting for a while, Zhuo Yan walked to the door with a basin and said in the direction of the bedroom, "Are you okay?"

There was no response, Zhuo Yan asked again, but there was still no response, and he couldn't help frowning.

This woman shouldn't have slept again, right?

couldn't care so much, Zhuo Yan opened the door, but his eyes didn't immediately look in the direction of the bed, but hung his head slightly to look at the floor, walked to the window, and looked at the clothes scattered on the ground, as well as the people curled up in the quilt, Zhuo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, just sleep, at least change the wet clothes.

Zhuo Yan helped her up and fed her some noodle soup, took the antipyretic medicine and let her take it, then wrung out the towel in the basin and covered her forehead for her.

It was already more than one o'clock in the middle of the night after dealing with all this, but Zhuo Yan, who was lying on the bed in the guest room, couldn't sleep at all, and his mind was full of Beike's pale face and muttering to himself. It wasn't until he finally couldn't stay any longer that Zhuo Yan lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked towards Beke's room.

Xu couldn't bear to break the silence of the night, Zhuo Yan lightened his steps, walked to Beke's window, stretched out his hand to probe her forehead, but recognized that the temperature had dropped, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Raising his eyes slightly, his eyes were attracted by the photo on the bedside table, he was too anxious just now to pay attention to it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and noticed.

Zhuo Yan took the photo from the bedside table and sat down on the edge of Becko's bed, a pair of dark eyes locked on the photo.

The photo shows four people and a Shiba Inu, and the background of the photo is a garden, which is a family photo. Of course, Zhuo Yan's attention was not on these, but on the little girl's face. The little girl in the photo has long curly chestnut hair, wearing a blue princess dress, curly long hair with a small silver crown on it, and a bright smile on her little face, she looks so beautiful and happy.

But...

Why did he feel so familiar with the face in the photo?

Zhuo Yan slowly raised his hand and brushed the face of the girl in the photo.

Soon, Zhuo Yan mockingly hooked the corners of his mouth and denied his thoughts. In what environment did he grow up, how could he have had the opportunity to meet such a little princess? He didn't have a childhood, he didn't go to kindergarten, it was really impossible to meet her, was it?

The people next to him were still babbling from time to time, but they couldn't hear what she was talking about, Zhuo Yan took his eyes off the photo, fell on Beck's face, stared at her for a while, and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he fell his gaze back to the photo.

This time he didn't look at the girl again, but instead focused on the man holding Beko. This is a man in a suit who looks handsome and resolute.

Almost at the same time, Zhuo Yan connected the brocade he had seen in the living room the last time he came to Beck's house. Although the man's face was not visible on the tapestry, his body looked similar, and the aura emanating from his body gave people a strong sense of recognition.

Since her father is in the army

Person.

Zhuo Yan glanced at Bei Ke, and then set his eyes on the beautiful woman standing next to Bei Ke with a smile on her face, this is her mother.

And the old man next to her, it's her grandfather.

In the photo, her parents look so young, so how did Bei Ke become orphans? Zhuo Yan couldn't help but wonder. But one thing is for sure, the cause of death of Beck's family is definitely not simple.

Zhuo Yan put the photo frame back in its place, his eyes were on Beike's face, and those deep eyes were even darker than the night, making it difficult to see through the emotions inside.

The next day, the first rays of warm sunlight in the morning poured into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the bed, trying to wake up the person in the dream.

Beike subconsciously raised her hand in front of her forehead, blocked the dazzling sunlight, turned over and fell asleep deeply, until she smelled the fragrance of multigrain porridge, Beike's little nose twitched, and her stomach began to drum in protest, so she had to wake up to forage for food.

Lazily opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, Beke sat up, didn't wash, and walked barefoot with her messy hair and followed the fragrance from everywhere.

As I walked, I wondered in my heart, how could there be the fragrance of multigrain porridge when there was no one at home? Could it be that I was hallucinating from hunger?

Soon, Becko came to the kitchen, but couldn't help but be stunned by the sight.

I saw that in the kitchen, a handsome man in a bathrobe was standing in front of the stove and stirring it into the casserole with a spoon, and the warm yellow sunlight shone in from the open window, sprinkled on the top of his hair, refracting the aperture of the Daodao, which was completely a sultry picture in an idol drama.

Beko raised her hand and rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and opened her eyes wide to look, only to find that the beautiful man was still there.

This, this, how is this possible?

Beck shook her head, obviously still in disbelief.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, she must be dreaming.

At this moment, Zhuo Yan had already felt that there was someone behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Beike standing barefoot at the door shaking her head.

"What are you doing?"

A voice sounded coldly, Bei Ke was startled, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she met Zhuo Yan's gaze.

Standing against the light, he seems to look even better.

Realizing her thoughts, Becko immediately shook her head.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yan smiled, "Where did you shake your head early in the morning, wasn't it stupid to be burned last night?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Yan turned around and returned to the stove, turned off the fire, reached out and took out two ceramic bowls from the cupboard, and scooped the freshly cooked multigrain porridge out of the casserole with a spoon.

Looking at his movements, Beck's head went blank, and Baba ran to the side, poked his little head, and looked into the pot, "It's so fragrant, did you cook it?"

Zhuo Yan just smiled and didn't answer her, and heard her say to herself again, "Aren't you the president, how can you come up and cook for me at my house? This must be a dream." ”

Seeing Bei Ke wrinkling a little face there, shaking her head for a while and nodding for a while, Zhuo Yan only felt funny, and coldly raised her hand and knocked on her little head.

"Ahh

"Didn't do anything. Zhuo Yan shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent, "I'm just kindly waking up a person who is still sleepwalking." ”

Only then did Beck notice that she could feel pain, which meant it wasn't a dream.

Bei Kezhao's eyes widened, and her small mouth opened slightly in disbelief, raising her little finger and pointing at Zhuo Yan, "You, you, you, why are you at my house?"

saw Zhuo Yan leaning on the washstand, his hands around his chest, smiling at the corners of his mouth, staring at her with a little playfulness, "Guess." ”

Because of his movements, he touched the bathrobe on his body, and the bathrobe was slightly open at the chest, revealing the man's wheat-colored chest, and even the perfect lines in front of the chest, Becko could see clearly.

Beke was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, as if to confirm something, and hurriedly looked down at herself, she was wearing pajamas at the moment.

Beike instantly felt five thunderbolts, and her head was desperately recalling, but she didn't find any picture of when she changed into pajamas, so, who changed into her pajamas?

Why did this guy show up here in a bathrobe to make breakfast? Why did he look at her with a crazy look on his face, which sent chills down her spine?

Beck swallowed hard, trying to make her voice sound steady, "You, you, why are you wearing a bathrobe?"

Zhuo Yan didn't answer, but asked with a smile, "Then why are you wearing pajamas?"

"I—How do I know. Although she lacked confidence, Beike still glared at him fiercely.

"Don't know?" Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly took steps to get closer to Bei Ke, until Bei Ke was forced to no way back, and then he supported her with his hand and imprisoned her in his own encirclement, his voice was magnetic and pleasant, as if it had its own seductive power, "Have you forgotten what you did to me last night?"

The ambiguous voice sprinkled in her ears, Bei Ke shrunk her neck uncomfortably, raised her hand to support his shoulder, pushed him away, didn't dare to look at him, and said with a little weakness, "I, I don't remember." ”

"Don't remember?"

"Well, I don't remember. Becko nodded, pushing him away a little more, "You, you, me, where was I last night?"

"Where were you last night?" Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows, he clearly heard what the question Beike wanted to ask him, but he deliberately pretended not to hear, "Where else can you be if you are not in your room?"