My deskmate is gay

Returning to the place now called home, Xu Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Except for a little relaxation when chatting with Ye An, he has maintained a high level of tension, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Miluo and Lin Qi didn't know what to say on the table, and they wrote and drew from time to time, but when they saw Xu Yi came back, Miluo immediately put down the pen, leaned forward and asked, "Xiaoyi? Are you back? Hungry?" Are you not hungry? What did Ye An say?"

Xu Yi looked at the concern in his eyes, and his heart warmed a little: "It's nothing, just let me eat some of this."

Milo took it over and took a look. It was densely packed with medical terms, and he couldn't understand it: "Xiaoyi? These don't hurt, right?"

Xu Yi shook his head: "No, Ye An said that some of them have a calming effect, I think it should be a medicine to stabilize the mood, he didn't say it outright."

When Milo heard this, he quit immediately: "Xiao Yi, you are not sick, so don't eat these things."

Xu Yi took the medicine in his hand: "It's okay, I have a measure." Then he walked into the room and closed the door silently.

Milo wanted to say something, but Xu Yi opened the door again, looked at Milo, and whispered, "Actually... I really want to get better soon."

Milo was silent, and then returned to where he was before.

Lin Qi looked at his face and asked curiously, "What's the matter? Isn't it just a little medicine?" He and Zhang Ping are both smart people, and with the information Milo revealed to them, they can almost guess Xu Yi's general situation.

"You don't understand, this will create dependence, Ye An really..." Milo had read a lot of books on this topic before, and had a little understanding of it, "No, I want to talk to him."

Lin Qi looked at the time and realized that it was time for him to pick up Zhang Ping, so he nodded, "Go, then I'll pick up my wife, and you can prepare lunch by the way."

Milo slammed his pen: "It's only a few hours before you eat breakfast, your stomach is a generator."

"I don't care, but Xu Yike can't help it. I heard that people who have received psychological counseling seem to be hungry faster because they use their brains too much."

Milo gritted his teeth: "Your uncle, I checked the refrigerator this morning. In addition to some sandwiches, there is also a pile of noodles that have been weathered for many years. What are you going to have for lunch? My young master."

Lin Qi was suspicious for a while, then smiled: "Um, my wife and I are not good at it, and we usually eat outside."

"That's fine, you guys still go out to eat."

Lin Qi pursed her lips: "However, it cost us a lot to take you in. Not only did you not repay us, but you also let us spend money randomly. Hey...so sad."

Milo looked at his half-truth and half-fake expression, and finally said helplessly: "You go and buy something for me first, and I'll cook later."

"...Success." Lin Qi immediately picked up the car keys and disappeared.

Milo was helpless, but when he thought that he still had business to do, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" Milo's tone was still a little rushed, "Why did you give Xiaoyi these messy medicines, what if there are side effects?"

Ye An on the opposite side seemed to be at ease: "How is it possible? It's just to give Xiaoyi a little psychological comfort, so that he can think that he is getting better as soon as possible, so it's just some vitamin tablets. I made these messy things, everyone Did you sleep well in the middle of the night?"

"..." Milo was silent, but suddenly grasped a point, "What?! Who allowed you to call Xiaoyi?"

"I called it myself, and Xiao Yi allowed it." Ye An was slightly proud, and his tone was a little raised.