307 rooms.

It was still suffocating darkness, the windows were closed, and the curtains kept the light of the stars and moon firmly out. He, on the other hand, reclined on the bed in a leisurely manner, holding a goblet in his left hand.

The alcohol is slightly cool in the mouth, but it trickles down the throat but brings a pungent and familiar warmth.

He gripped the foot of the cup with his index finger and thumb, and the other three fingers were slightly cocked, and only the outline of the fingers could be seen in the darkness. But the pain from above kept reminding his senses of his nerves, and also reminded him of how he had been so hard that she had pinched his fingers with the door, and his fingertips were bruised and his nails turned purple.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "It's really much more powerful than before, hehe~fun~" He raised his glass to the void and said, "Cheers~ My potato princess." ”

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Early the next morning.

The mist in the mountains is curling, and the willows on the lakeside are still clinging.

Jiang Tianche pushed Wang Ye, who was asleep in a wheelchair, Han Shi drank soy milk and obediently followed, Wen Yan was on crutches with one hand, and Shen Sihuan, who was drowsy with his eyes closed, with the other.

The five of them set off from the villa all the way, watched the flowers and enjoyed a health walk with high-quality oxygen to wash the lungs.

However, Wang Ye's sleeping appearance is quite suspicious of stroke patients, and Shen Xihuan's walking posture is too much like a mentally handicapped child being dragged by a baba to walk, so this walk exudes an inspirational sense of "there are sick children at home, work hard to live".

They stopped by the lake, and Wen Yan settled Shen Xihuan on a bench, but as soon as he let go of his hands, she fell directly and lay on the chair.

He smiled helplessly, and was about to find a nearby place to read, when two drops of cold liquid hit the bridge of her nose, and she frowned in displeasure.

He looked up, and above his head was a towering canopy of trees, at the foot of the mountain in autumn, and the cold was deep and dewy. He spread out his hands and stood where the dew fell.

After a while, someone handed over a black umbrella. He turned his head to see a man in his forties and fifties, with silver threads in his hair, sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket that almost mopped the floor over his knees. And behind him was a young man, who was nodding at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan smiled, took the middle-aged man's black umbrella, and propped it up above Shen Sihuan.

The three of them stood still, but did not speak.

Suddenly, someone on the bench who had not yet finished sleeping stretched out his hand to grope in the air and shouted "Wen Yan".

Wen Yan freed his right hand and grabbed her hand. She closed her eyes and touched his palm, her fingers stroked the scar, and after "certifying that it is correct", she said:

"Wen Yan, the air conditioner is a little higher, it's cold~" and then curled up in a ball, a small one.

The two onlookers couldn't help but laugh. Wen Yan also smiled softly, temporarily entrusted the umbrella to the young man, and took off his suit jacket. In the next second, the coat with a warm temperature wrapped her whole, and in an instant, she chirped with satisfaction and continued to "fall asleep......

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Ten thousand morning rays of light sprinkled the earth, the fog dispersed, and the dew steamed.

Wen Yan and the wheelchair uncle were standing not far away talking, and his eyes were still glancing at someone from time to time to make sure she was sleeping well.

"I'm sorry, Master Li Yan, she didn't sleep well last night, when she wakes up, I'll take her to visit you officially."

"It's okay, I've just arrived, and the air is good when I see this scene, so I let Ono push me around. She's still the same as back then~"

As he spoke, they showed the same warm smile to the warm sun.

On the other side, Ye Xing and the three of them had just walked out of the villa, and a champagne-colored sports car turned around in front of them, and then sped forward in a hurry......

"Isn't that Ma Daqiang? It's so urgent, there's a fire in the house......"