Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

He Xiangyao danced carelessly, glanced at all kinds of desserts on the table out of the corner of his eye, and thought of the little model. After the song was over, he let go of Fang Dong's arm: "I'm going back."

The bodyguard sent Fang Dong away, and He Xiangyao took a taxi and went around to buy small cakes and plain yogurt.

When he got home, the villa was very quiet, and everything was the same as when he left. He Xiangyao opened the bedroom door, and half of him fell on his leg.

Zhao Yufeng lay quietly, his face was blue, his lips were white, He Xiangyao's mind was in a mess, he squatted down, and gently pushed him: "Honey, why are you sleeping here?"

The little model still kept her eyes closed, and He Xiangyao finally panicked, and hurriedly ran out of the villa with her in her arms: "Hospital, go to the hospital."

Bodyguard A followed behind and closed the door to get clothes. Bodyguard B ran to the garage to drive. Bodyguard C had nothing to do and circled around the boss.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night after the examination in the hospital. Zhao Yufeng was sick almost all over his body, including rheumatism, hypoglycemia, gastric ulcer, and malnutrition.

Especially the last point, He Xiangyao couldn't imagine that people today would still be malnourished, and this coma was all due to his carelessness, locking him up, and forgetting to ask the bodyguard to bring food in: "I'm sorry, forgive me, okay?"

Zhao Yufeng couldn't hear it, but felt like he had fallen into a icy lake. Feather-like snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were covered with thick snow. It started to freeze, slowly condensed around him, and finally even himself froze.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a heat source around him. Zhao Yufeng moved his fingers and toes again, and finally opened his eyes slowly. God sleeps beside him.

Afraid of returning blood, Zhao Yufeng tentatively stretched out his hand to pull out the needle, but the people around him trembled, and hurriedly held him down and called the doctor.

Zhao Yufeng obediently stopped moving, turned his eyeballs to look up and down, the male god's eyes were bloodshot, and blue stubble appeared on his chin, looking very haggard: "Why are we in the hospital?"

"You have hypoglycemia."

"Oh."

Everyone knows why hypoglycemia occurs, and the two of them have a tacit understanding. In the model's mouth, the two cooperated seamlessly, and after a while, the bottom of a bowl of porridge was reached.

He Xiangyao watched the doctor pull out the needle, pinching the cotton swab with his fingers to suppress the bleeding point: "Why don't you call me if you don't feel well?"

He Xiangyao tried to be as calm as possible, and his tone was almost gentle, but he couldn't see that his expression was very fierce, super fierce, Zhao Yufeng was a little coward, and when he saw the face of a male god when he was fine, he would be cowardly at first, but now he was so cruel Scared, he became a small balloon that was punctured, and all the anger in his chest dissipated: "Didn't you lock me in the room yourself?"

He Xiangyao was so blocked that he couldn't speak, so he got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Zhao Yufeng leaned on the pillow and looked at the back of the male god. His shoulders were wide, his legs were long, his waist was thin, and his face was invincible. He was perfect everywhere. I really wanted to jump up and show him Meh, I pulled the quilt tightly and let out a whine, I'm really doomed.

He Xiangyao turned around: "What are you barking?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Yufeng grabbed the quilt with both hands and pulled it up, covering his face with only a pair of eyes exposed. He felt like a little hooligan who was dazzled by beauty, and he would definitely not survive two episodes of the TV series.

He Xiangyao twisted a hot towel, walked over, pushed aside the quilt, and wiped the little model's face. Zhao Yufeng looked up at his little face, feeling that the strength of the male god was a bit heavy, but he didn't dare to say it.

After wiping his face, He Xiangyao wiped the little model's neck and two little claws: "I have stewed black chicken soup at home, and I will drink a bowl of it later before I go to bed."

"I dont want to sleep."

He Xiangyao was silent, Zhao Yufeng retracted his red paw, and saw blood dripping out of the frozen pinhole: "If you stay with me, sleep for a while."

He Xiangyao looked down and saw that the little blood hadn't moved. It was the first time in his life that he was serving someone, and it was inevitable that he could not grasp the strength properly: "Go and call the doctor."

There was no subject, but Bodyguard A understood that the words were addressed to him, quietly exited the ward, and rushed to find a doctor.

The director of surgery was carried to the ward by bodyguard A, panting heavily while taking things out of the medicine box.

He Xiangyao felt cold in his heart: "What's the matter, is the wound infected?"

The old director wiped the blood around the pinhole with a cotton ball: "No infection."

"Then why are you shaking your head?"

"Young man, I'll be 10 minutes late, just 10 minutes."

"What will happen?" He Xiangyao's heart raised his throat: "Is it serious?"

"The injury has developed to an advanced stage, do you think it is serious?"

"The skin trauma caused by the needle is still at an advanced stage." He Xiangyao's eyes were red: "Treatment, no matter how much it costs."

"In the late stage, it means that he is about to heal himself." The old director walked out with the medicine box on his back: "If you come 10 minutes late, you won't need me. You can just wash it yourself."

Zhao Yufeng let out a chuckle, looked at the male god's face and shut up again, and slid into the bedding.

He Xiangyao grabbed his fingers and kissed him: "Funny?"

"No", Zhao Yufeng cowardly touched the lips of the male god, and changed the subject: "Why does the hospital still have razors?"

"Bring your own."

"Young master, this hospital belongs to the boss." Bodyguard B interjected, "The things in the ward were bought yesterday."

Hey, it's amazing. I'm a film star, and I also run a studio and a company as the boss, and now I have an extra hospital.

Zhao Yufeng secretly praised the male god in his heart, He Xiangyao bent down, put a coat on the little model, and carried him outside.

It was in the posture of holding a child, Zhao Yufeng could only hold the male god's neck with both hands, spread his legs, clamp the male god's waist, bury his head in the male god's chest, and listen to the man's powerful heartbeat.

Through the thin clothes, the body temperature was transmitted to each other. He Xiangyao felt that the child's body temperature was low, so he untied his coat and wrapped him in.

Zhao Yufeng couldn't get down to the ground until he got home to walk a step by himself, do something, and the male god would feed it to his mouth if he wanted to drink water. He was a little flattered, and after being fed chicken soup by the male god, he felt even more Uneasy, he moved his buttocks and rubbed them out a little: "Boss, what's wrong with you today?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You're so kind to me, I'm not used to it."

He Xiangyao put the man on the stool and got up to get the medicine: "Who made you sick."

"What kind of disease is hypoglycemia?" Zhao Yufeng said in a low voice: "Eat a piece of candy and it will be fine."

He Xiangyao glanced at him, Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to speak anymore, the stool in the room was tailor-made for the boss, he sat a bit high, his feet couldn't reach the ground, and he was swinging back and forth in mid-air.

He Xiangyao poured out a large handful of colorful pills, held warm water and put them in front of the little model: "Eat."

Zhao Yufeng's eyes, eyebrows and nose wrinkled together: "It's really nothing, can I stop eating?"

"After eating, go upstairs to sleep."

Zhao Yufeng had no room to refute. He closed his eyes and poured all the pills into his mouth, then drank water wildly, desperately hypnotizing himself that this is a sugar pill, this is a sugar pill, and it is not bitter at all.

After drinking a bowl of water, Zhao Yufeng still had a strange taste in his mouth, grass, not sweet at all, and I don't know what it was, it was sour and astringent.

He Xiangyao passed his hands under the armpit of the little model and picked him up. The pajamas Zhao Yufeng was wearing hadn't been changed. He was thin and the waist of his trousers was loose. It was a little cool after blowing: "Boss, my pants are about to fall off."

He Xiangyao moved up his hand holding his buttocks, and rubbed it on the exposed skin, Zhao Yufeng continued to work hard, the male god liked his body, so he said: "Uncle doctor, do I need to take my temperature when I am sick? "

"Don't be naughty." He Xiangyao patted it lightly and said, "Be good."

How can such a thing as naughty be called naughty? Zhao Yufeng winked: "Uncle doctor, I feel like I have a little fever."

He Xiangyao understood very well that this fever was not the other, so Zhao Yufeng rubbed the man's Adam's apple with his fingertips: "Do you know where children measure their body temperature?"

The male god's breath was disturbed, Zhao Yufeng twisted, reached down, and grabbed the big thermometer: "It's measured where you touch."

The little things were too annoying, and He Xiangyao couldn't help it. He hurriedly took back his big thermometer, and wrapped him in the quilt again: "Have a good rest, the kitchen is still cooking medicinal food, I'll go downstairs to have a look."

He Xiangyao ran away, and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal when he went downstairs. The little model's illness sounded a wake-up call for him. He is not in good health, so he should make up for it. He invited five dietary experts to take turns to do it in the villa. dishes, and also released a message, the little model grows a catty of meat, and each person will be rewarded with 1 yuan, US dollars.

The experts are full of fighting spirit. On the first day of work today, they showed off their special skills and made a lot of their own specialty dishes, hoping that the little ancestors upstairs can eat more.

The materials are all airlifted from abroad, non-GMO varieties, no pesticides have been sprayed, the vegetables are still covered with dew when they are placed in the kitchen, the chickens are still alive and kicking, the beef is very beautiful in color, and the slaughter time does not exceed five hours.

No matter how good the food was, Zhao Yufeng couldn't bear his small appetite. Every two hours, he would have a cup of soup, which made his stomach queasy.

He Xiangyao was silent on the surface, secretly anxious to get angry, and a circle of blisters formed around his lips.

Zhao Yufeng could see that the male god was in a bad mood, and he didn't understand why, so he could only be a man with his tail clamped honestly. Every time he fed the soup to his mouth, he tried to drink as much soup as possible. After two days, he felt that his stomach was full of Fatty: "Boss, Fu Nan's father is buried today."

"Yeah," He Xiangyao continued to feed the soup.

"He invited us to attend."

"You are allowed to go after drinking."

Zhao Yufeng really couldn't drink it. Seeing that there was more than half of it in the bowl, he took it over by himself and filled it all in one gulp, wrapping it in his mouth without swallowing it. He lifted the quilt and put on his shoes, ran to the toilet to spit it out, and wiped his lips. Oil stains on the side, came out: "I'm done drinking."

He Xiangyao didn't expose his little trick, chose a couple outfit, and urged the little model to change into it. Before going out, he looked left and right and was not satisfied, so he insisted on adding another coat.