Xia Lin pushed Song Yan into his bedroom, and at Song Yan's suggestion, he picked out one of his shirts and a pair of trousers to put on, and found that both the clothes and the trousers were a little big, and they were a little loose on the body. funny.

"You've lost a lot of weight in the past few years," Song Yan shook Xia Lin's wrist, feeling distressed, "When the disease is cured, remember to eat more food to bring back the meat."

"Speaking of this," Xia Lin said, "my attending doctor has been urging me to go to the hospital for treatment. I may not have much time to spend with you in the future."

Song Yan thought to himself, no wonder Xia Lin had been by his side for the past two days. It turned out that he had already prepared for parting.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan said, "Alright, for now, you should treat according to your attending doctor's method. If Ke Mei says there is a better way to treat your illness in the future, please cooperate with Ke Mei as much as possible."

Xia Lin frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with Song Yan's tone of voice.

But soon he put the doubts aside for a while, and suggested: "Since I'm here, let me visit the newly renovated place of your house. I heard from your nanny before that the first and second floors have been cleaned. , does that mean that the third floor and above are being renovated?"

"You are very suitable to be a detective." Song Yan joked, "You push me upstairs, and I will show you."

Xia Lin looked at the stairs hesitantly, thinking how to push the wheelchair up, when Song Yan pressed the remote control, all the steps were automatically joined together and turned into a gentle slope.

"...Xia Lin stayed for a moment, then asked, "When did your home transform into this? "

"It's not that I haven't been back at all in the past three years," Song Yan said. "It's just that I only stayed in City B for a short time. I didn't go back to City D, and I didn't tell anyone."

"What are you doing back to City B?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then said: "Because I miss you so much, even if I can't meet, I feel satisfied in the same city as you and breathe the same air."

Xia Lin didn't speak any more, and silently pushed Song Yan up.

He found that he had had too little contact with Song Yan in this life. Song Yan had changed a lot when he didn't know it.

Seeing that Xia Lin didn't speak, Song Yan patted his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I made the atmosphere stiff."

Xia Lin smiled and shook his head.

The two slowly went up to the third floor, and Xia Lin gradually stopped his footsteps. In his impression, this villa is a total of three floors and a small attic, but now there is no change from the outside, but the interior is completely three floors and the attic. It was opened up and went straight to the top page of the building, forming a patio structure, which looked a bit unbelievable.

"This is the place you're going to use for your experiments?" Xia Lin asked, "Where's the experimental equipment?"

"It's still on the way," Song Yan said, "it's being shipped back to China one by one."

"is it a lot?"

"A lot."

"Why do you suddenly remember to go back to China to do the experiment?"

"Because..." Song Yan tilted his head, "Is it a contribution to the scientific research of the motherland?"

"..." Xia Lin thought to himself that you express your patriotism so bluntly, you don't believe it yourself, do you?

But he didn't ask any more questions. While pushing Song Yan to look around, he secretly took a few photos with his mobile phone.

Then, Xia Lin pushed Song Yan back and said, "Okay, go downstairs."

Song Yan laughed and joked: "The leader's inspection is over? Are you sure I'm not doing illegal activities?"

Xia Lin snorted absentmindedly: "It's up to you, what kind of illegal hooking can you do?" He paused, "It's almost time, I'll make you lunch!"

Song Yan looked up at him and said with a smile, "You didn't learn to cook for a long time in the last life, but you are good at cooking, and I still miss it. However, after rebirth, you probably won't have much chance to cook by yourself, do you remember how? Are you cooking?"

Xia Lin didn't refute his ridicule, but Pi Xiaorou said without a smile: "I really forgot most of it, so I'll take you to practice. If it doesn't taste good, you should be more concerned."

Song Yan hurriedly expressed her loyalty: "No matter how bad the lady's cooking is, I will be happy with it."

Xia Lin paused, bent down and stared at him: "What did you call me just now?"

"Cough." Song Yan's expression stiffened.

Not to mention that Xia Lin has not officially agreed to get back with him, even if he did, it would not be suitable to be called so intimately in the current situation, and Song Yan regretted that he was too complacent for a while.

Xia Lin turned to Song Yan, put one hand on his cheek, touched his forehead lightly, and whispered, "Call again."

"..." The thing Song Yan couldn't stand the most was Xia Lin's deliberate provocation, and he was about to lose control.

I just heard Xia Lin's bewitching voice whisper in his ear: "Call again, and I'll cook for you."

"Madam..." Song Yan's voice was hoarse, and he surrendered within three seconds.

Immediately, he pressed the back of Xia Lin's head to him with one hand, opened his mouth and kissed it fiercely.

With this kiss, the car was braked on the edge of the gunfire again.

"Okay, let's start cooking." Xia Lin licked his lips contentedly.

"..." Song Yan was still struggling with the majesty he was about to come out of, Xia Lin had already straightened up and headed towards the kitchen calmly.

If being flexible in this kind of thing is considered a talent, Song Yan really wanted to ask Xia Lin for advice, how did he do it?