When Xiang Fengyu brought the porridge over, he was still worried about how to confirm his thoughts.
"Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
Entering Yan Xingyue's room, she called out.
The people on the bed huddled together and showed no reaction.
Mrs. Yan came in at some point and was sitting on the carpet beside the bed, playing with a doll.
Xiang Fengyu saw it when he passed by a toy store. He thought it was pretty and bought it as a gift to Mrs. Yan.
She seems to like it very much and hasn't let go of her hand in the past few days.
Putting the tray down, Xiang Fengyu pulled back the quilt and took a look at the condition of the sick Yangzi.
His condition was worse than before, his beautiful brows were frowned, his lips were white, and his breathing was pitifully weak.
[Think carefully, he is only twenty years old, and when others are in college, he lives in a dilapidated house, dependent on his sick mother, and he is also a sick child]
System: [To feel sorry for a man is the beginning of bad luck]
Xiang Fengyu pushed him: "Eat something. Only after eating can you have the strength to continue feeling uncomfortable."
Yan Xingyue did not move.
"You have a fever again, Yueyue. You can't do it without eating."
"I'm going to touch your sensitive areas."
System: [Where is he sensitive? 】Did Xiang Fengyu evolve like this while carrying it on his back?
Whisper to the wind: "Wallet."
Yan Xingyue opened her eyes tiredly.
"I'll help you up."
Yan Xingyue tilted his head slightly to express his refusal.
Then he struggled to get up.
Xiang Fengyu didn't force it either.
She had noticed before that Yan Xingyue seemed to resist being touched by others.
"Do you want me to feed you?"
Yan Xingyue stretched out her hand to get it, but she was so dizzy that she could see double images and everything was empty.
Xiangfeng was speechless.
"Why are you trying to be strong? It's not my unilateral contribution. Now I'll feed you porridge, and in the future you can show me Naogou in return."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Living seems not so important anymore.
System critical review: ["Xiang Fengyu's life of obsession with Yan Xingyue's pants"]
Xiang Fengyu took a spoonful and blew it: [Shu Wu smashes the shop, understand? 】
Yan Xingyue's long eyelashes were hanging down, her black hair was a little scattered, and her cheeks were red from the heat. She was allowed to feed her porridge, and she didn't look like the murderous god last night.
"Why did you get sick so suddenly? Is it because you caught a cold last night?"
He lowered his eyes and remained silent.
reason? If I have to say it, probably the few people killed last night were not treacherous and evil people.
What kind of crime is it to simply want his life?
At the moment it's just the weakness caused by breaking the rules.
"You took a shower last night. In fact, I came to you yesterday just to stop you. It would be better for you to think of me as a pervert who only wants to see Nogou."
Yan Xingyue Bing couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.
"Don't feel bad. Let me tell you something happy."
Xiang Fengyu told him about the Xiangjia tiger incident that was a hot topic yesterday.
By the way, I also raised the suspicion that Xiang Shilan released a new book last night.
[I didn’t see that you trust the male protagonist so much]
The system didn't expect that Xiang Fengyu, who was afraid of turning himself into a pervert at first, would actually take the initiative to chat with the male protagonist.
[What do you know? Yan Xingyue is a man who managed to reach the finale. He has such a smart mind, so what if he shares it with me?]
After drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Yan Xingyue felt better. The double images in front of his eyes were reduced, and he could clearly see the shining eyes that asked Feng Yu for advice.
"……What do you think."
His head hurt from the heat, but what Xiang Fengyu said wasn't something that took too much thought. For the sake of the bowl of porridge, he also had some patience.
It's definitely not because the repayment Xiang Fengyu wants is his underwear.
"I probably have some ideas..."
Xiang Fengyu pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said firmly: "Gunner."
Although Yan Xingyue looked miserable, there was a moment of appreciation in his dark eyes.
"Um."
He nodded slowly.
Others may hesitate, but who is Yan Xingyue? As long as the other party leaves clues on the Internet, he wants to confirm the accuracy of something, which is easier than drinking water, let alone someone like Xiang Shilan who relies on the Internet. .
She was relieved because she rarely logged into the account, and most of the time the people who used the author account were gunmen.
Xiang Fengyu's eyes lit up.
She knew that as long as it was Yan Xingyue's nod, it was a nine out of ten possibility.
"Sure enough, I just said that the styles of several of her books are somewhat different."
Readers can't detect anything, but Xiang Fengyu's many years of experience in writing articles can easily tell the clues.
Perhaps, other authors have discovered it, but they dare not come forward due to Xiang Shilan's identity.
However, the style has stabilized in the past two years.
From this point of view, I am afraid that the shooter has been fixed.
Yan Xingyue immediately confirmed it when he saw her, with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.
Idiot, just believe what others say, so what should you do if they lie to you?
"You shouldn't be thinking that I'm such a bastard. I just believe whatever others say."
Xiang Fengyu said uncertainly.
Yan Xingyue rubbed down, lay flat again, and said hoarsely: "It's not as bad as your scolding."
Xiang Fengyu pressed forward: "Is there any way to find evidence?"
Yan Xingyue said nothing.
"Please, Yueyue, you know, I'm just a bad book writer, and I don't have that many dirty tricks to deal with bad people."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Well, I'm dirty.
"Just help me once, and I will never steal your underwear again."
Steal your pants.
Seeing that Yan Xingyue still had no reaction, Xiang Fengyu sighed in disappointment, but did not continue to beg him.
[It would be nice to be able to confirm that Xiang Shilan has found a gunman. I didn’t expect Xiaoyingyangzi to help me]
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a small sound of fabric rubbing against her ears.
Xiang Fengyu turned around and saw Mrs. Yan holding the baby and handing over a piece of paper with a series of numbers written on it, like contact information.
Her eyes lit up instantly and she quickly took it.
"Yueyue, you are so kind. When I make a lot of money, I will buy you a roomful of underwear to wear. They can be anything from pink, green, gay purple, or leopard print, so you can wear them all!"
She knew that without Yan Xingyue's acquiescence, this note would not have fallen into her hands.
Yan Xingyue: ...Give me back those three pairs of underwear first
Xiang Fengyu returned to the house with the note and studied the numbers carefully.
"Looks like vX number."
She tried adding friends, but she actually found them.
The dark red avatar is paired with a simple and crude online name: Hacker
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
Are you afraid that I don't know what you do?
[Yan Xingyue should be unlikely to trick me...]
The system gave her reassurance: [He wanted to torture you, and he started to do it when you put on a black plastic bag and stole his black underpants hanging to dry in the dark and windy night]
Xiang Fengyu: "...it makes sense."
The hacker quickly agreed to her friend request.
Hacker: Who introduced it?
I wish you a good fart and a black panties man
Yan Xingyue, who was seriously ill: "..."
