Chapter 196
When Nan Yan heard Zhong Ling's voice, she knew that this person had some misunderstanding. She turned around and pinched He Mian who was making trouble behind her.
The other person gasped and let out a "hiss" sound. She subconsciously covered her lips with her hand, and a few "mmm" sounds came out of her mouth. Nan Yan couldn't help but glare at him angrily, and seeing that he still refused to calm down, she simply kicked him.
After deliberately causing all this commotion.
Nan Yan then remembered that her cell phone was still on, so she said "hmm" vaguely, then covered her cell phone and whispered, "Yes, Mr. Zhong, I'm with a friend. Mr. Zhong, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Hearing her voice, the silly dog across the street became much quieter. He now knew who was calling. When he first heard her call Mr. Zhong, he felt inexplicably guilty, but also a little itchy.
But as I listened, I felt something was wrong. The tone between the two of them was obviously polite and distant. They didn't look like a couple at all. How could a couple call their boyfriend "sir"? And the tone she spoke also made it clear that they were not familiar with each other.
He inadvertently lowered his head, wanting to listen to what the two were talking about. Although this was not a good idea, he had a very important reason at this critical moment!
At this moment, Zhong Ling on the other end of the phone heard the man's deliberately suppressed breathing, and the two of them seemed to be quarreling. Zhong Ling was a little absent-minded, his eyes became a little dull, and even the expression on his face became calmer.
He remembered that Nan Yan had said before that she didn't have a boyfriend and didn't have any close friends of the opposite sex, so who was the man with her?
The more difficult the problems and troubles he encounters, the more stable and restrained his emotions will be. This is a habit and requirement he has developed over time.
Zhong Ling was leaning on the sofa at this moment, his cool fingers lightly resting on the cold gray sofa cushion.
The indoor atmosphere seemed particularly cold under the bright white light, especially under the reflection of the light, the light blue veins on the back of the hand could be clearly seen.
His lips were pale, his legs were crossed, and he was wearing a blue-grey shirt, which was the same color as the sofa, but he had a bit of the reserved and cold air of a nobleman.
Zhong Ling looked down at the phone in his hand, his facial expression gradually calming down until he finally had no expression on his face. He asked calmly, "Um...are you home now?"
His tone was still indifferent, without any change, as if he had just asked casually, not trying to pry into her privacy, but just caring about her life.
Nan Yan seemed to realize that this was a question that would expose her privacy. She hummed and did not answer his question directly. Instead, she responded vaguely and then asked, "Mr. Zhong, what do you want to talk to me about today? Oh, by the way, is the scratch on your face better?"
Zhong Ling noticed her perfunctory attitude and felt a little embarrassed. It's not that he couldn't sense it. She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic.
He lowered his eyes and said "hmm" in a low voice, in a calm tone, just like usual, "It's no big deal."
"It was raining so hard last night that I didn't pay attention when I came back and got caught in the rain. I might have a fever and now I have a headache. Can you buy some medicine for me? I don't have anyone to take care of me here and Mrs. Zhang has also taken leave."
As Zhong Ling spoke, he gently touched his forehead with his fingers and rubbed his slightly furrowed brows. He even spoke in a lower voice, and he did sound a little uncomfortable.
Nan Yan's subconscious reaction was that he was also sick. Was it such a coincidence? However, based on the agreement they had signed and her usual professional ethics, Nan Yan naturally responded, "Okay, Mr. Zhong, then you can rest at home for a while, and I will come to see you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man behind him was obviously a little dissatisfied. Why did he cut in line? He had finally made an appointment today. If he wanted to see a doctor, he had to make an appointment in advance and queue up to get a number. What did Zhong mean by cutting in line in advance?
He Mian turned over, grabbed Nan Yan's shoulders with both hands, and pushed her to the corner of the sofa to prevent her from leaving. Nan Yan was entangled by this man and had no choice but to say a few random words to Zhong Ling on the other side, and then hung up the phone without even saying "goodbye".
After hanging up the phone, he stared coldly at the troublesome guy who was making trouble in front of him, "What are you doing? Don't you know that I'm on the phone with Zhong Ling? What if he finds out?"
It was obvious that Nan Yan's attitude towards this man was always unpleasant. Not only unpleasant, but sometimes even quite fierce. Anyway, she had the upper hand over this man, and he was not worthy of her gentle and considerate treatment!
He Mian was not angry, for he knew his current situation. When he needed help from others, how could he dare to put on airs? He lowered his head and looked at the woman on the sofa who was obviously in a bad mood. A real man is one who can bend and stretch.
He is not really stupid. The conversation between the two of them just now was obviously a little bit wrong. It didn't seem like a couple, but more like the attitude of a subordinate towards his superior, polite yet awkward. Anyway, an ordinary couple would never act like them.
If that was the case, he would have no more psychological burden to pry into the wall, so He Mian couldn't help but ask, "You and Zhong Ling are not in a relationship, right?"
There was a look of suspicion in his eyes. "You two couples still call him Mr. Zhong, but you didn't call him that at the party a few days ago."
Of course Nan Yan did it on purpose. She didn't really want to be a cheating scumbag. At least she had to let the man in front of her know that the relationship between her and Zhong Ling was just a simple partnership. It was better than being misunderstood as cheating.
However, she still had to maintain a proper attitude, after all, she and Zhong Ling had signed an agreement.
So he turned around to look at He Mian, and pushed away the handsome face that came towards him unhappily, "Go away, what does this have to do with you? Why are you asking so many questions? Anyway, you are fine now, you can stand up, you can go find someone else."
How could this be possible? Changing doctors midway through treatment is a big taboo. Who knows if there will be problems in the future? This is a major life event, so how could he dare to do it so casually?
He Mian felt his teeth itching after hearing her words. He was not the type of person who could just pull anyone over and sleep with him. He had finally recovered a little, so how could he just give up so easily? That would be too irresponsible.
He Mian immediately relaxed his attitude. After all, he needed help. He even reached out to give her a hand to pinch her arm and shoulder. He was particularly attentive when serving her. "Of course it is related. You and Zhong Ling are not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, right?"
"I'm reminding you to stay away from him. Zhong Ling's girlfriend is coming back. Well, now she should be his ex-girlfriend. Don't get in between those two. This kind of emotional dispute is not easy to handle. Don't like him, okay?"
He Mian pinched her arm, and the more he pinched, the more he pinched her hand. This hand was so soft, the more he pinched it, the more he didn't want to let go. He enthusiastically promoted himself to others, "Look at me, I don't have any emotional disputes, I'm much better than him."
Nan Yan pursed her lips, turned her head and looked at him in confusion, then pushed the silly guy with a perverted and weird smile away, "What does his ex-girlfriend's return have to do with me? That's between them. I just went to take care of him, not to do anything weird. And you, you smile so pervertedly, I should stay away from you."
Nan Yan gave this man a look of contempt.
Hearing her say this, He Mian subconsciously rubbed his face again, his face skin felt numb and stiff. He knew that his appearance was not suitable for such a gentle and flattering expression. His smile was too deliberate, not like flattery, but a bit like the villain in a TV series whose plan failed and who had to perish with the protagonist after failing. It didn't look natural.
He was also a little distressed and embarrassed.
Nan Yan guessed that this guy had never been so good at trying to please girls before. Usually, he would just stand there and the girls would come up to him and chat with him.
Anyway, this person was born with distinct facial features and a noble face. He looked very cold when he didn't speak, and there was a bit of laziness in his eyes when he looked at people. He looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.
But now... Nan Yan really couldn't bear to look at him, especially when he was wrapped in the bed sheet. He looked like a Husky in flowery pants, and it seemed like he was going to destroy the house from time to time.
As she thought about this, she couldn't help but feel itchy. She reached out and stroked the thick black hair. It was stiff and a little prickly. It seemed that this person's hair was quite hard.
He Mian's expression froze obviously, probably because he didn't expect her to do it directly. Moreover, the posture of stroking the head seemed a little wrong. Was he stroking the dog?
Damn, is this woman really treating him like a dog?
He Mian felt that his current complexion must not be very good.
In the past, if someone dared to touch his head, he would have dragged the person over and given them a beating without saying a word. But now, with his life in someone else's hands, he could only endure this humiliation.
He Mian knew that he had defects, and now that these defects finally had a chance to be cured, he would just put up with it. How could he give up on such a thing so easily?
In fact, he could vaguely sense that this woman probably didn't dislike him. Not only did she not dislike him, she might even have some affection for him. Although he wasn't quite sure where this affection came from, it didn't prevent the two from getting close.
Also, the relationship between her and Zhong Ling is somewhat unusual. Her polite attitude towards Zhong Ling clearly shows that she doesn't like him. If that's the case, why can't he try harder?
Anyway, no matter what, he will definitely not let go for the time being. As for what happens in the future, she can ask for money or a house as she wishes.
So He Mian said subconsciously,
"Then I'll go with you."
Nan Yan turned to look at him with a strange look in her eyes, "What are you going to do? Take care of him? But aren't you still sick? Is your relationship already so good?"
He Mian looked at her as if it was a matter of course, "I'll take you there. Can you get a taxi for such a long distance? It's just a cold, it's no big deal."
"Besides, I can't let you go to his house alone. What if you get bullied by someone when you're alone?"
He said this very naturally, as if they had a very close relationship.
But how could Nan Yan not know what he was thinking? He was just afraid that she would run away, so he refused to help. This bastard was very thoughtful, but he was not as stupid as he looked.
Nan Yan turned away and obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, but she didn't refuse. After all, it was really nice to have someone pick her up in a special car. She didn't have this treatment before.
He Mian wrapped himself in the bed sheet and went to the balcony to take off his clothes. The clothes got wet last night, so he washed them and hung them out to dry overnight. They were now dry.
He simply grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he had returned to being the respectable Mr. He he used to be.
Still the same slut as always.
The clothes have not been ironed, so they are a little wrinkled, but the creases are not too obvious on the dark shirt.
The two top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and it was not known whether it was intentional, revealing the fair skin and collarbone below the neck. The slim fit outlined his strong back and two slender arms.
The hem of his shirt was tucked into his belt, his waist was thin and strong, and he was neatly dressed. He didn't look as listless as he had yesterday, and had a rather cool temperament.
You know what, she's quite charming when she's silent.
…
On the other side, Zhong Ling stared at the phone in his hand with a blank expression on his face.
He didn't even finish his last sentence before the voice on the other end hung up.
Zhong Ling only felt a little unwilling and an unspeakable sadness in his heart. He looked at it indifferently for a long time, exhaled lightly, and pressed the dark blue screen with his pale fingers. Just when he was calm and wanted to call back, a message suddenly popped up.
"Xiaoxiao": Zhong Ling, I'm back.
Zhong Ling paused with the finger that was about to press the name, and stared at the message on the screen for a long time without moving.
He looked at the message, his expression became a little stiff for a moment, but he quickly regained consciousness.
He doesn't know what mood he is in now?
But during this period of time, he really put Xiaoxiao's affairs behind him.
He had clearly been expecting the other party to contact him on his own initiative, but now, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little resistant and depressed.
Zhong Ling's fingers lightly stroked the message, but he didn't reply because he didn't know what to reply. They had already broken up, and his feelings for her were obviously not the same as before. It would be a burden for both of them to drag it on.
He would explain everything to her as soon as possible, but after that, what reason would he have to drag Yanyan along to act with him?
Zhong Ling really had a headache now. He raised his hand and pressed his slightly furrowed brows. There were a lot of troubles recently.
He had just confirmed that Yanyan had that unspeakable thought, but he heard the voice of another man beside her. They seemed to be very close. In addition, Xiaoxiao also came back...
It seemed as if everything had just piled up together.
He felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart. This feeling of being ignored was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
He didn't know whether he was troubled by Yanyan's rejection or by the fact that he suddenly discovered that there was someone else next to her.
He really didn't know. He didn't know if his behavior that night was too impulsive and scared her, so she deliberately got close to another man?
It was obvious that she had never had any contact with other opposite sex before.
Zhong Ling couldn't figure it out, so he moved his fingers slightly. He looked down at the time, then turned around and went back to the bathroom. As long as the contract between them was still there, he could take his time.
After Zhong Ling returned to the bathroom and took a cold shower, his already low body temperature dropped even lower, and his face turned a little pale. He really looked uncomfortable.
He took a nap on the sofa with his eyes closed, wondering who the man was on the phone this morning, while waiting for Nan Yan to come over.
When the doorbell rang, he got up to open the door, and saw a figure standing outside that he had not expected.
"Congratulations?"
"Why are you here?"
After taking a cold shower, Zhong Ling's throat was really hoarse. He didn't sleep well last night and had too many worries. Plus, he drank a lot of alcohol, so naturally his body couldn't take it anymore.
He Mian was very thick-skinned and was indeed very familiar with him. "I came to see you. I heard that you were sick. I happened to be free, so I brought you some medicine. How are you? Are you okay?"
Zhong Ling shook his head at first, and when he reacted, his expression changed visibly. His body, which was about to move aside, paused slightly, and he suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes staring straight at He Mian in front of him.
"How did you know I was sick? Who told you?" His tone was a little hoarse and had a heavy nasal sound.
He had not had the time to tell anyone about his illness except Yanyan who he had just told on the phone. Zhong Ling's gaze subconsciously fell on He Mian in front of him, his eyes were a little dull, and he met his gaze calmly.
He Mian was surprised for a moment, then turned his head and gestured back, smiling at him naturally, "What's wrong, are you not sick? I heard from your nanny that she looked so pitiful standing at the intersection waiting for the bus, so I was merciful and helped her. What's the matter, is there any problem?"
Just as he finished speaking, Zhong Ling heard the sound of a car door closing in the yard. Nan Yan took a step back, holding an insulated box and some cold medicines bought on the way.
Zhong Ling saw her and looked her up and down carefully. After making sure that she had not been bullied, his expression finally eased. However, he still felt a little strange in his heart, so he asked softly, "Why did you two come here together?"
Nan Yan pursed her lips and was about to explain when He Mian beside her raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? Are you checking the household registration? She told me that she met me on the road. You greeted me. How can I bully her without giving her face? Okay, can we go in and talk first? It's raining outside again and it's a bit cold."
He Mian gave a half-truthful explanation.
Anyway, it implies that the two people met by chance on the road.
Zhong Ling frowned, and although he was a little suspicious, he didn't pursue it too much. He couldn't think of any connection between the two people, and there should be no other possibility except a chance encounter.
The conscious thought in his mind just now was that He Mian might bully others when he was not paying attention. After all, he could clearly feel that He Mian was targeting Yanyan at the party last time, so he did not think about other aspects for the time being.
He knew something about He Mian's temperament.
He stepped aside and He Mian went in first.
Nan Yan, who was a step behind, also walked towards him. He saw Nan Yan smiled at him familiarly with nothing unusual on her face. Only then did he slowly suppress the strange emotions in his heart.
Then he walked closer and called out, "Yanyan."
Nan Yan responded, and the two looked at each other. It seemed that nothing had changed. Or rather, there was no change in the way Yanyan looked at him. It was as calm and natural as usual.
"What's wrong?" Nan Yan looked at him puzzledly.
Zhong Ling didn't know what he was expecting?
But it was definitely not a gaze that was completely emotionless.
Seeing her calm eyes, Zhong Ling suddenly came back to his senses. He coughed lightly and turned his head away, suppressing the unnatural feeling in his heart deep in his heart.
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you, is everything okay in the hospital yesterday? How is your sick friend? Is he doing well?"
He tried to find out what happened yesterday in a roundabout way.
Nan Yan seemed to pause for a moment when she thought of what happened yesterday, then shook her head and smiled at him, "It's no big deal. Sister Zhou told me yesterday that she wants to treat you to a meal when she gets better. I wonder if Boss Zhong would be willing to do her the honor?"
Zhong Ling nodded, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled gently, "Okay, you have to come along then, otherwise, I'll be embarrassed."
"That's natural."
Nan Yan couldn't help but laugh, and the two of them talked as they walked, as if they had completely let go of their previous grudges.
When we arrived at the door, Zhong Ling looked much more haggard under the light than he did two days ago, with a slight blueish look under his eyes.
Nan Yan saw that he looked really bad and had a cough, so she couldn't help asking, "Is your headache better? I heard you say on the phone that you had a severe headache. Did you catch a cold at night? Did you take medicine this morning?"
As she spoke, she moved closer, her breath spraying over me.
These words made Zhong Ling feel an indescribable tenderness in his heart. He could vaguely smell her fragrance, and his heart felt tingling. Especially after hearing these caring words, his expression softened a lot.
He smiled at her and couldn't help wanting to reach out and touch her face, but thinking of his previous rash action, his fingers paused for a moment, and then he naturally reached out to take the thing in Nan Yan's hand, his voice in his throat a little hoarse,
"Yeah, I'm better now. It's not a big problem. Come in first and we'll talk."
Nan Yan went into the house as she was told.
The originally expected two people turned into three people, and there was a huge light bulb sitting on the sofa, looking unconscious, which obviously hindered him a little.
Zhong Ling seemed a little absent-minded.
After entering the house, Nan Yan started to bustle around and put down all the things in her hands.
Seeing Zhong Ling's absent-minded look, she thought he was sick, which was why he looked so listless. So she showed a concerned look on her face, turned around and touched his forehead again, confirming that his temperature was a little low, and he must have caught a cold.
Then he asked softly, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable now? Your face is a little pale?"
Zhong Ling was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he couldn't help but chuckle, "It's okay, I'm not feeling that bad anymore, just a little sore throat, you can sit down for a while, don't worry."
Nan Yan frowned, turned around and whispered, "That won't work. A cold is no small matter. Having a fever will be even more troublesome."
"You just have a sore throat now. You should be fine if you take some medicine. You don't know, I once met a guy who was obviously not very smart. He refused to go to the hospital or take medicine, and he dragged himself to the point of having difficulty breathing. He almost suffocated himself..."
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing as she spoke.
She took out a bag of cold prevention solution from her bag and poured it into the cup with skillful movements. After the solution was finished, she placed it on the table and waited until it was slightly cooler before passing it to Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling reached out to take the cup, with the hot steam spreading out from it. He lowered his head, his expression as usual, and asked casually, "Is that man your friend?"
"Ah? What friends?"
Nan Yan responded and laughed again, "No, who would want to be friends with someone like that? Okay, go sit on the sofa and rest for a while."
He Mian, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, looked at the two people being intimate and inexplicably felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He hasn't recovered from his cold yet, and he just worked as her driver for more than an hour. After getting off the car, not only did he not even get a word of thanks, he couldn't even say a few words to her. When could this woman be so gentle and considerate to him?
He coughed twice, his face turned slightly red, and he looked at her in a pretentious manner, "Sister Yan, I've been feeling a little cold these past two days. I even had a fever last night, and my throat still hurts. Would you like to make me a cup too?"
In a normal idol drama, this person would be a particularly conspicuous and annoying third wheel. The couple is chatting and laughing while cultivating their relationship, but this person has to interfere.
Nan Yan glanced at Zhong Ling who had just walked to the sofa and was about to sit down. He frowned when he heard what He Mian said. Just as he was about to pass the cup of detergent in his hand over to him,
When he looked up, he saw Nan Yan glance at He Mian with her eyes. There seemed to be a hint of weirdness in her eyes, and a hint of disgust. However, she still threw a pack of liquid medicine from her bag and said, "Then go by yourself."
The pack of medicine hit him hard on the chest. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not. He Mian was not angry after being hit. Instead, he smiled at her and said:
"Thank you... Sister Yanyan."
Then he actually went to the kitchen by himself.
This attitude made Zhong Ling feel a little abnormal. He frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. This feeling was probably because of Yanyan's attitude towards him. Although she was a little disgusted, she was obviously somewhat familiar with him. But now he was too embarrassed to ask directly in front of Nan Yan.
If he had the qualifications, he would have many questions to ask, for example, what he wanted to know most was, who was the man with her in the morning? But he was just a partner with her now, he was not her real boyfriend.
Even if he was, he couldn't control her personal privacy.
After Nan Yan sent He Mian away, she didn't seem to mind this little episode. She turned to look at Zhong Ling and asked him, "Have you had lunch? I just bought some light porridge and vegetables from home. Can we eat together?"
Zhong Ling could feel that Yanyan still cared about him, but this kind of care was at most limited to the closeness between friends, and there might not be anything more than that.
He wanted to say that he wasn't hungry, but after hearing this, he nodded instinctively, "Okay, let's go together."
He Mian, who had just come out of the kitchen, naturally followed shamelessly. He had gone out with Nan Yan in the morning and had not eaten breakfast. Especially when he saw how close these two were, he felt a little itchy.
But he didn't dare to do too much. Nan Yan had warned him when he came that he was not allowed to get too close to her. They were just acquaintances at most. It would be best not to say hello if they met on the road. He should just treat him as a tool.
He Mian could only find opportunities to show his presence from time to time. He no longer felt that he was trying to pry open Zhong Ling's wall. He and Nan Yan were not a normal couple, even if he bet a hundred dollars.
He is pursuing sexual happiness.
Nan Yan did not stop him and handed over a bowl of porridge, but it was for Zhong Ling. "Your throat is uncomfortable. You need to eat something light so that you can get better quickly."
He Mian beside him coughed twice again. His throat was not feeling well either. He had a fever all night and his throat was hoarse.
He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "My throat is not feeling well either..."
He Mian stared at her for a long time, watching her remaining movements. She looked over and seemed to have realized it belatedly, but also seemed to have just reacted, "Hey, Mr. He, do you want to eat too? You didn't have breakfast either?"
Bah, isn't this a question you ask even though you already know the answer?
They clearly came out of the same room!
He Mian knew that she was deliberately trying to anger him, so he bit his tongue and said firmly this time, "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, you're not hungry? That's great. I didn't buy your share anyway." Nan Yan pursed her lips and couldn't help curling her lips, as if to deliberately annoy him, "How about you just watch us eat?"
He Mian: “…”
Who needs your food?
The two of them talked back and forth for a long time.
At first, Zhong Ling didn't notice anything unusual, but gradually, he began to feel something.
Especially listening to He Mian's deliberately lowered voice, it felt vaguely familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.
He suddenly thought of something, his hands paused, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.
Of course He Mian ate in the end. After finishing the meal, the three of them cleaned up the table together. When the time was almost up, Zhong Ling suddenly turned around and said to Nan Yan beside him:
"Oh, I suddenly remembered that a very important document was blown away by the wind last night in the study room on the second floor and scattered all over the floor. Yanyan, can you go up and help me sort it out?"
"I may need something urgently tomorrow, and He Mian and I may have something to discuss."
Nan Yan didn't think much about it and agreed naturally after hearing this. She also reminded him to be careful and she would organize the documents in the study.
After Nan Yan went upstairs and the door of the study was completely closed, Zhong Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold. He turned his head to look at the man sitting casually on the sofa, opened his thin lips and asked, "What does this mean?"
Zhong Ling is not actually the kind of person who gets angry easily, but today is clearly an exception. He Mian seems to be stepping on his bottom line everywhere. He can't tell what his purpose is, but he reveals it so obviously in front of him. Does he think he is blind?
He Mian raised his hand and casually brushed the messy black hair on his forehead. The demeanor he had deliberately put on in front of Nan Yan slowly changed, and he returned to his usual nonchalant look. He slowly raised his head and looked over.
He chuckled, tapping his fingers on the sofa cushion, his eyes a little dull, "Huh? What, you still can't see it?"
"I thought I had made that clear."
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