Chapter 1591 Is He After Money?

Lin Yan was lying on the bed, feeling as if his body was on fire. His mind was chaotic, and all kinds of thoughts and memories were intertwined. In the end, they all turned into a vague and familiar figure, fading away in the dim light...

She stretched out her hand, but her body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible shackles, unable to move, and she couldn't catch it no matter how hard she tried. She saw the figure being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit...

"Acheng..." Cold sweat dripped down Lin Yan's forehead.

Lin Yan's fever hadn't subsided yet, and everyone in the room was too worried to leave. Sun Shuoran lay directly on the edge of the bed.

Hearing Lin Yan's murmur, Sun Shuoran suddenly raised his head, "Master... what did you say? Are you calling me?"

King, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at him and said, "Stop being so pretentious."

Sun Shuoran hummed, "Why am I being so sentimental? I'm so good and obedient. Isn't it normal for Master to dream about me?"

"Acheng..." Lin Yan frowned.

The butcher pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, "Master seems to be calling Master."

He Lefeng scratched his head and asked, "What does Master mean?"

Sun Shuoran: "Master is my husband. You are a Chinese and your Chinese is not good, right?"

He Lefeng came back to his senses, "Ah, you mean the cheap husband that Sister Yan lost her memory and forgot about..."

Mo Shuyun said, "Well, as far as I know, the goddess seems to be divorcing her husband recently, so she is in a bad mood..."

He Lefeng muttered, "Who is Sister Yan's wild man and cheap husband? Is it reliable? Although Sister Yan has lost her memory, he has not lost his memory. Why hasn't he come to see Sister Yan all these years? Is Sister Yan right? I divorced him after I discovered his true identity. Sister Yan must have been deceived by him. Is he coveting Sister Yan’s money? "

Yun Xuan and others knew the identity of this wild man's husband: "..."

"Just get divorced. With Sister Yan's conditions, what kind of man can't you find?"

He Lefeng vomited angrily, and Lin Yan, who had been sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Sister Yan, you're awake!" He Lefeng looked happy.

However, the next second, He Lefeng was so frightened by the bone-chilling coldness in the girl's eyes that he subconsciously stopped and did not dare to step forward.

"Liger, Liger, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" Sun Shuoran, who was about to get closer, also noticed something was wrong with Lin Yan's expression.

It's obviously the same person, but his eyes look particularly unfamiliar, and the pressure in his eyes is almost too much to dare to look directly at.

"Master, are you having a nightmare?" The butcher also asked with concern.

The girl's eyes were hollow and cold, mixed with a hint of confusion, and her eyes passed over the people in the room calmly.

However, after a few seconds, the girl's vision returned to clarity.

Lin Yan sat up, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead without saying a word, and then frowned slightly.

Then, Lin Yan picked up the thermometer on the bedside and measured her own temperature.

Sun Shuoran, He Lefeng and others looked at each other looking at Lin Yan's slightly abnormal look, but they didn't think much about it. After all, he was in a feverish and unconscious state.

Lin Yan tore off a new antipyretic patch and placed it on his forehead, then asked, "Have you taken any medicine?"

Sun Shuoran and He Lefeng nodded subconsciously: "I just gave you antipyretic medicine."

Lin Yan: "Why don't you send him to the hospital?"

Lin Yan's tone suddenly made people feel more oppressive. It felt like being asked by the teacher why he didn't turn in his summer homework. The people in the room looked at each other in shock and didn't dare to reply.