Gan Qing was strangely silent for a few seconds. Then he realized what he had done and took a step back stiffly.

Gan Qing: "I...I'm not quite sober..."

Yu Lanchuan: "You still have my key!"

The two of them spoke and shut up almost at the same time, their voices overlapping.

Gan Qing's eyes wandered down - Yu Lanchuan didn't know what he was taking out just now, the wallet was open, the keys were exposed, and there was a small decorative Swiss Army knife on the key chain... She took it and stuck it in someone's neck.

Gan Qing took out a tissue from the side without saying a word, wiped Xiao Yu's key chain, held it with both hands in the posture of offering sacrifice, and respectfully put it back into Yu Lanchuan's bag, pretending that nothing happened.

Pass.

She is usually too lazy to open her eyes, and her eyelids always cover half of her pupil, making it difficult to see where the focus is and making her look distant. However, due to a cold, her already double eyelids were burned "twisting and turning" and became heavy.

She pressed down on the ground, shed some tears, and became sweet and innocent for no reason.

Different from usual.

Yu Lanchuan's mind moved, as if he saw a cluster of flowers growing in the cracks on the ice-covered rocks. He was a little shocked by the accident, so his tone couldn't help but soften a little: "Go eat something and take your temperature.

, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Gan Qing followed him unconsciously for a few steps. The sounds in her ears were far away from hers. As the intermittent tinnitus came and went, her reaction was slow.

Yu Lanchuan had already spread the medicine and food she had brought on the table, and then she said in a somewhat vague voice: "I don't need to go to the hospital. Every time I catch a cold, it's like this. I'll have a fever for a day and then go away after two nights of sleep. I don't need to take medicine."

It’s all okay…well…”

She couldn't react. She always felt that she forgot to say something. It took her a while to remember, and she quickly added in embarrassment: "Why did you go all the way back from the company? I'm so embarrassed."

It’s not strange to be polite to many people. Gan Qing’s original intention was to say a “kind word”, but because the polite words came out a little late, it seemed like they were forced on him later. It didn’t sound like politeness and thoughtfulness, but more like a deliberate distance.

, a bit unfriendly.

Human language is so subtle. Sometimes slight differences in tone and timing can reveal completely different meanings.

Gan Qing felt it. In order to avoid misunderstanding, she quickly turned around her brain that was full of paste and added a very silly sentence: "But I just didn't have the energy to get up and cook. This meal was really timely. Xiao Yu saved my life."

, a great kindness, from now on..."

Yu Lanchuan gave her a cool look.

Gan Qing could only giggle.

Yu Lanchuan didn't mean to be angry, and ignored her. He lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to his colleagues, saying that he had something to do in the afternoon and would take half a day off.

After sending it, he put away his phone and asked calmly: "What's next? What can you do to repay me?"

Gan Qing: "..."

She counted on her fingers and realized that she had no money, no power, no home, no job, and no wealth, so she could just cook - her taste and aesthetics seemed to be different from ordinary people's, and they were always not accepted by the world. Mr. Xiao Yu abides by the law.

, as a model citizen, he probably has no need to commit/murder/kill people.

It’s no wonder that in folklore, the little demons who repay a favor are willing to give their lives to them - they really have nothing else to do.

However, Gan Qing has always felt that stories such as "The goblin repays a favor by promising himself" are all fantasies of young men at the bottom of the old society, and most of the male protagonists are poor and have nothing but integrity.

If Mr. Xu was a son of a prince, then The Legend of the White Snake would not be a story of "repaying a favor", but a story of "attacking porcelain." Because the White Snake is a blind person who even falsified her household registration. Her specialty is using magic to deceive and deceive, and she is beautiful.

It's a conjured thing that shows off one's butt and tail as soon as one gets drunk.

What did the young master want her to do? She was so scared that she peed.

The follow-up development will probably be that Mr. Xu pays a lot of money to ask the master to do it, and then the master and the monster fight for 300 rounds. In the end, the evil will not prevail against the good, and the monster will subdue the law.

Seeing that she was at a loss for words, Yu Lanchuan rolled his eyes, took out an electronic thermometer from the medicine bag and threw it to her: "I can't read the instructions myself."

As he said that, he brought the slightly cold soup and water to the kitchen and heated them one by one.

Gan Qing's hair was heavy, so she tilted her head and rested it on the back of the chair to reduce the burden on her neck. Through her slanted perspective, she looked at Yu Lanchuan in the kitchen. Yu Lanchuan had his back to her and was getting familiar with their microwave oven.

The always straight shirt is covered with a simple woolen vest, which shows wide shoulders and narrow waist.

Mr. Xiao Yu is not a "grandson", but if it were in the past, he would definitely be qualified to be a "gongzi". He is talented, smooth in dealing with things, and is just around the corner to be named a gold medal. He is also handsome, so he might be taken back by the princess to be the consort.

, you don’t have to pay off the mortgage.

Gan Qing thought for a while and said: "I know a few people who have the ancestral sword-making skills... Although they are now making handicrafts, they must still have private collections at home. The 'Seven Secrets of Hanjiang' are always forcibly turned into sticks.

It’s such a pity to use the method and the broom method, how about... I can find you a sword?"

Yu Lanchuan said indifferently: "Zhenzhai? Damn it, my house is not decorated in Chinese style. I'm crazy to hang a sword."

Gan Qing: "...Master Yu, even if there is only one leader left in your sect, it is still a sword sect after all."

The microwave oven beeped, and the aroma of the food leaked out and flowed into the living room, warm and rich.

"We are a sect that uses swords, not a sect that worships swords." Yu Lanchuan said lightly, "What's the difference between swords, guns and sticks? Of course, it's best to use your words but not your hands."

Here it comes again - Gan Qing held the thermometer between his arms, burying his face in his arms and laughing.

Yu Lanchuan did not laugh. He put the hot food on the table: "Fistes and kicks are easy to spread, and swords will definitely develop into stage performances. Maybe one day they will be completely lost. What's the point? Besides, I don't like to use real swords."

.”

Gan Qing asked strangely: "Why? Have you reached the stage where you can even become a swordsman by flying flowers and picking leaves?"

"Weapons such as swords are very risky operations. I should be considered a 'risk averse' and don't like to touch such things." Yu Lanchuan paused, "Oh, 'risk averse' means..."

Gan Qing continued: "When the wind is going smoothly, people will still walk on thin ice."

"Absolutely." Yu Lanchuan shrugged. Seeing that it was inconvenient for her to hold the thermometer, he served her a bowl of soup and put a spoon in her left hand. "It doesn't sound as cool as a gambler, right? It smells like wolfberry and red date water.

.”

However, since he is a person who "walks on thin ice", why is he willing to show up and block the menacing rebellion of the Beggar Clan on his own?

Gan Qing thought that if she asked this, Yu Lanchuan would definitely reply to her impatiently, "It's a last resort, there is no choice, what else can I do?"

Some people regard money as dung, and are willing to exchange their BMWs and mink furs for fine wine, just to have a good time. All things are like floating clouds, only love is deep and meaningful.

Yu Lanchuan does not have this kind of chicness. He is like the kind of old rich man who usually picks at the ropes and breaks a penny into eight-petal flowers. He is so stingy that it makes people laugh or cry, but you know that at the moment of life and death, he is willing to give up everything he values.

, I have lost everything for you.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Lanchuan felt uncomfortable with her gaze and grimaced, "Why do I think you are a little stupid today - one minute is enough for the electronic thermometer, why don't you check how mature it is."

The thermometer shows thirty-eight degrees five, which is considered a high fever.

Yu Lanchuan frowned and put down his chopsticks: "I'll go downstairs and buy some antipyretic medicine."

Gan Qing's eyes fell on the dial of the thermometer. Maybe it was short-circuited. She blurted out: "I don't want a knife, and I don't want a sword. But the highest grade I treat people to is McDonald's. If you continue to be so nice to me, I will

Insolvent."

Her last voice was very long, with a hoarse nasal sound, and it seemed sticky, like the legendary spider spirit lying on the spider silk, sinister and majestic, sticking the moth Yu Lanchuan in place.

The two of them were separated by a small palm-sized table, and they could count each other's eyelashes.

Yu Lanchuan's throat rolled slightly, and then he slowly stood up, placed his hands on the small table, and leaned down in the direction of Gan Qing. His height brought a certain sense of oppression.

When his brows were still, the corners of his eyes and mouth were straight and horizontal, neither upturned nor drooped. His original expression exuded a sense of reason and indifference, which reminded people of a calm sea with icebergs floating on it, and invisible things surging underneath.

Undercurrents and whirlpools.

Yu Lanchuan said in her ear: "You can apply for a loan extension and pay the interest first."

Gan Qing seemed to be fixed in that small patch of shadow, motionless.

Yu Lanchuan lowered his eyes slightly and counted five times in his mind - it is said that this is the time for an adult to calm down from his impulses. He politely gave the other party this time.

However, Gan Qing's reaction was particularly slow today and he seemed to have failed to seize this opportunity.

Yu Lanchuan sighed and pinched her earlobe gently. His breath passed over her cheek vaguely, like a wind that could go away at the first touch. It was hard to tell whether he had touched her or not.

.Then he stood up straight, put on his coat and went downstairs to buy medicine.

It wasn't until he heard the door knocking that Gan Qing blinked and woke up like a dream.

She was so feverish that she couldn't find anything to think about. She couldn't think about complex issues such as "the future", "the right match", "whether she is worthy", "where to go", etc., and only a handful of brain cells were left.

Dutifully connecting to her suddenly breathless nose, recording the smell of cologne lingering around her.
Chapter completed!