undercover dad

As soon as He Xiaonian entered the house, he smelled a strong fragrance, and his stomach grumbled uncontrollably.

He went back to the house to put down his bag, and ran into the kitchen without even having time to change his clothes.

The soup was ready, and Sun Haiyang was pouring the soup from the casserole into bowls. When he heard the movement outside, he turned around and almost bumped into He Xiaonian who rushed into the kitchen.

"Hey, go out, go out and wait, this is not your territory, don't keep coming in to make trouble!" He frowned and said, then walked to the dining room with He Xiaonian's special soup bowl.

Like a little wild dog hooked by a piece of meat in front of him, He Xiaonian followed him step by step and entered the dining room.

"What soup, it smells so good!" He sat down on the chair, picked up the soup bowl and wanted to drink it.

Sun Haiyang grabbed his hand, "It's hot, chicken soup, drink it after it cools down!" He gave He Xiaonian a malicious look, "How about it, I'm so mean, Dr. Shen said you're stupid, I'll give it to you immediately Make a chicken soup to make up for it!"

"Fart!" He Xiaonian pulled his hand out of his hand, "Doctor Shen said that I am sub-healthy, and Xu is completely different!"

"Sub-health is what the West says, and we Chinese call it virtual!" Sun Haiyang continued to hurt him with glee, and turned back into the kitchen to fill a bowl for Xiaobao.

He Xiaonian buried his head in the hot air above the soup bowl, took a deep breath of the hot air, then his nose was itchy, he turned his head and sneezed twice in succession.

"Brother Haiyang, look, the second uncle is too weak, he sneezes, you can change him to a bigger bowl!" Xiaobao was playing Lego in the living room, when he heard his second uncle sneez, he turned his head towards The kitchen yelled.

Sun Haiyang poked his head out from the kitchen, frowned and glanced at He Xiaonian, "What's the matter, did you choke on my chicken soup, or did you catch a cold? If you catch a cold, you really have to stay away from Xiaobao, so as not to catch it." Give it to him, I can't take care of a family of two patients!"

He Xiaonian didn't argue with him this time, he took a soup bowl and sipped the soup in small mouthfuls. He was also muttering in his heart. At noon, he blew a small wind against a window crack for a long time, and at night he walked around the park wearing a single coat. Back and forth, Bao Buqi really caught the cold this time.

Fortunately, there is Sun Haiyang's chicken soup!It’s just a ray of sunshine in winter!

He quickly raised his neck and drank all the soup in the bowl.

……

At night, he sat in front of the computer and worked as usual.I don’t know if it’s because of the cold during the day, or because I drank Sun Haiyang’s chicken soup to boost my energy. I feel that my efficiency is very low today. After drawing for a while, I feel a little dizzy and my body feels cold. .

He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, moistened his dry itchy throat, and went back to work.

Probably his tossing was a bit loud, and Sun Haiyang was woken up by him, so he went to his room in his pajamas to take a look.

He Xiaonian was half lying in front of the desk, with his head buried in the computer, holding the mouse with one hand, tapping the keyboard twice from time to time.He was wearing a dark blue cotton pajamas, and he looked bulging like a bear.

Sun Haiyang looked behind him for a while, sighed softly, and said, "Brother, didn't Dr. Shen say that the body's resistance has dropped after staying up late, and many diseases are caused by this. What job do you have?" You can’t do it during the day, you have to come back at night and stay up all night!”

He Xiaonian was concentrating on modifying the details of the placket, when such a passage came from behind him, he jumped up on the chair in fright, and he turned around and stared at Sun Haiyang in horror: "Damn, you scared me to death! This middle of the night , you can’t knock on the door first when you enter the house!”

Sun Haiyang snorted disdainfully, "It's as if you knocked on the door first when you entered our house!" After a pause, he reminded him, "It's already twelve o'clock, you really can't stay up late anymore Ah, now even Xiaobao knows you're lying!"

He Xiaonian couldn't help laughing, "Nonsense, it's true that you don't talk nonsense to him anymore, how can he know what is false?! I'm a little cold, if you're not so sleepy, help me warm up a bowl of your chicken soup !"

"I'm sleepy!" Sun Haiyang looked at He Xiaonian innocently.

"I don't think you are very sleepy!" He Xiaonian said.

"I'm so sleepy!"

"you are not tired!"

"Sleepy!"

"Then go back to sleep quickly!" He Xiaonian shouted impatiently.

"Cut!" Sun Haiyang tilted his mouth, gave He Xiaonian the middle finger, and turned to the kitchen to make soup.

He Xiaonian turned his head, looked at the screen for a while, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.His mind was really full, and the dotted lines on the screen were a little blurry to his eyes. He thought about it, saved the desktop, and closed Illustrator.

Sun Haiyang quickly brought the soup, He Xiaonian took it and asked him, "Why don't you pour yourself a bowl, it's quite delicious!"

Sun Haiyang laughed disdainfully, "I don't dare to drink this kind of soup, I'm so strong, I'll get a nosebleed if I drink it!"

He thought of the topic of He Xiaonian's body needing to mend, secretly entertaining himself for a while, and couldn't help but start to be mean again: "I'm afraid that if I drink this soup, you won't be able to stand it at night!"

After saying these words, the room suddenly became extremely quiet. He Xiaonian was drinking the soup "sucking and sucking". After these words, he stopped talking, held the soup bowl in silence for two seconds, and then raised his eyelids He quickly glanced at Sun Haiyang.

Sun Haiyang pretended not to see his eyes, he quietly took half a step back, his eyes swept over the night outside the window, his left hand stretched behind his back, and pinched his buttocks.

Fuck, in the middle of the night, what are you doing flirting with a guy? ? ! !You say that you are nonsense! !

He stared out the window for a long time before turning his eyes back to He Xiaonian. Fortunately, He Xiaonian didn't look at him anymore. Instead, he turned around, looked down at the computer screen and started drinking soup slowly.

……

He Xiaonian's computer screen saver is a beautiful picture of autumn scenery. The red and yellow forest leaves reflect the warm light, illuminating He Xiaonian's profile.

His profile is three-dimensional and exquisite.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, but the lines are soft and fleshy, and the nose does not look too serious and resolute; his side face draws a round curve from the cheekbones to the chin, which is just right; the most beautiful is The thick eyelashes at the corners of his eyes moved when he lowered his eyelids, like a small brush, gently brushing into the heart of a person...

This is really a gentle and handsome man!

Sun Haiyang stared at He Xiaonian's side face for a while, looked down at his feet, and asked hesitantly: "Brother, is it too hot for you to wear cotton pajamas so early, your face is so red!"

"Huh?" He Xiaonian was a little dazed. He put down the soup bowl, pulled down his clothes, and said inexplicably, "It's not hot. I still feel cold. Don't you think this room is cold?"

"Of course it's not cold." Sun Haiyang also felt strange, he stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, feeling the temperature of the room, "No, your face is so red, do you still feel cold?"

He suddenly realized something, and quickly stepped forward to He Xiaonian's side, and put his hand on his forehead, "Damn it, why is it so hot! Do you have a fever?!" He yelled.

He Xiaonian hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth, "What are you yelling about! If you have a fever, you will have a fever, and you will wake up Xiaobao again!"

Sun Haiyang was covered by him, and he didn't dare to yell anymore, and stared at him with wide eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, and slowly withdrew their outstretched hands.

"Damn!" He Xiaonian laughed and shook his head helplessly, "I still have a cold, it seems your chicken soup doesn't work either!"

Sun Haiyang was a little anxious, he had been here for so long, the first time He Xiaonian fell ill, for some reason, looking at He Xiaonian who was blushing, he was even more flustered than when Xiaobao had a fever.

"What should I do, why not go to the hospital quickly?" He rubbed his hands and asked.

"Go to the hospital! No, go and see if there is any medicine at home. I just caught a cold. Take some medicine to suppress it first!" He Xiaonian frowned impatiently. He didn't find that he had a fever. I was sick, and I felt shivering from the cold all over, and I was even more irritable when I thought that I might delay the progress of drawing for two days.

"Then cover yourself under the blanket first, and I'll go find medicine!" Sun Haiyang hurried out to find medicine.

He Xiaonian took off his pajamas and crawled into bed.It is estimated that the fever is getting worse now, he can hear the sound of his teeth chattering up and down, but he still gritted his teeth and took off his pajama pants, he doesn't like to sleep in pajama pants.

Sun Haiyang found the medicine, went back into the room with a cup of hot water, and handed it to He Xiaonian, "Get up and take the medicine first!"

He Xiaonian pulled down the quilt that was about to cover his nose, glanced at the medicine in Sun Haiyang's hand, and asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Ibuprofen, there are no other antipyretics at home, and there is no cephalosporin, you can take this first to relieve it!" Sun Haiyang knelt on the bed with half a leg, holding a water glass in one hand and medicine in the other, softly Coax him.

He Xiaonian turned his head to the side, frowned and said, "When I have a fever, I'm usually not in a hurry to bring it down first. You can find some Chinese patent medicine for me first, such as lotus flower Qingwen or something!"

"What's wrong with you, you eat this first, and I'll find you a lotus flower Qingwen!"

But He Xiaonian didn't get up to eat, he was suffering from a burning pain, his joints started to hurt, his throat was burning like a firecracker, he was really uncomfortable and irritable, he wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled to the side Get out, put the quilt over your face, and refuse to take Sun Haiyang's medicine!

Sun Haiyang had no choice but to run out to change his medicine. He finally found a box of lotus flower Qingwen, which was still expired. Later, he found a box of Xiao Bupleurum after digging through the box. Bring it in and give it to He Xiaonian to drink.

He Xiaonian got up, drank the medicine from the water glass in his hand, and frowned again, "This is not Lianhua Qingwen, what kind of medicine is this?"

"This little bupleurum is also used to cure colds. The lotus flower Qingwen has expired, you eat this first, and then go buy lotus flowers tomorrow!" Sun Haiyang explained to him patiently.

"Let me tell you, only the lotus flower Qingwen is strong and effective, but this little Bupleurum doesn't work!" He Xiaonian muttered unhappily.

"Okay, okay, lie down quickly!" Sun Haiyang was so annoyed, he pushed him back onto the pillow, covered him with a quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt again.

"Find me another quilt, I'm still cold!" He Xiaonian shrank his chin under the quilt, looking at Sun Haiyang pitifully.

Sun Haiyang quickly went to the closet and found the small thin quilt, and put it on him. After covering him, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his forehead.

He Xiaonian's illness was severe, his forehead seemed hotter than before, and he refused to go to the hospital or take western medicine. Sun Haiyang was really flustered. He thought about it, went to the bathroom, wet a towel, wrung it dry, and came back Wipe He Xiaonian's forehead.

After wiping his forehead, he lifted the quilt and began to unbutton He Xiaonian's pajamas.

He Xiaonian lowered his head to look at his hand hard, and almost saw his eyes as eyes, and then he suddenly reacted, grabbed his hand, raised his head and asked in surprise: "What are you doing? Why are you unbuttoning me?"

Sun Haiyang was taken aback by his question, "Huh? Me, I'll wipe your armpits. When Xiaobao has a fever, I... just wipe it like this."

Sun Haiyang's voice became smaller and smaller, and he suddenly realized that He Xiaonian was not He Xiaobao. Of course, there is nothing to be surprised about when a man wipes a man's body. It was as if the matter of unbuttoning suddenly became delicate.

Holding the towel, he was in a daze for a while. Then, can I wipe the armpit, or... can't I wipe it?

He Xiaonian didn't speak any more, he let go of Sun Haiyang's hand, and began to unbutton his clothes one by one.

His chest was slowly revealed in front of Sun Haiyang, under the bedside lamp, his chest was white and red.

Sun Haiyang glanced at it quickly, thinking, this is really a child of the landlord's family, nutrition is good, his face is white and red, even his body is white and red..., oh , By the way, he has a fever now, it's burning red!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to stop thinking about whether He Xiaonian's chest was naturally rosy or red from a fever, and began to wipe his armpits and elbow sockets seriously and earnestly.

Frowning his eyebrows again, he put on a sad expression thinking about "the central bank's reserve requirement ratio needs to be lowered by a few points to be appropriate when the GDP has been less than 6.5% for two consecutive years", holding He Xiaonian's chest with one hand, and holding the Wipe his ribs with a towel...

After tossing until the towels were dry and cold, he let out a breath, wiped the sweat off his head, put away the towels, and jumped off the bed.

"Is this the end?!" He Xiaonian, who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly asked.

"Ah? Ah, it's not much... not much!" Sun Haiyang replied in a daze.

"When Xiaobao had a fever, didn't you wipe his thighs and leg sockets?" He Xiaonian probably felt aggrieved because his brain nerves were deranged due to fever!

Sun Haiyang looked at He Xiaonian who kept his eyes closed and looked a little unhappy, his heart was overwhelmed, he was so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut!

Damn, you were like a big girl just now, I just unbuttoned you, and you yelled like I was going to do something to you, how can you be so shameless now? ? ! !

But He Xiaonian couldn't see his speechless expression at all. He kept his eyes tightly closed, his brows were knit together, his cheeks were flushed, his nose was heavy, and his thick eyelashes were still fluttering unhappily.

Sun Haiyang bit his lip and let out a long sigh in his heart!

Forget it, I really owed them the old He family in my previous life. The big and the small ones, when they get sick, one can toss more than the other, and the other is more nervous than the other!

He had no choice but to go to the bathroom and wipe the towel again, ready to wipe the bottom of his thighs and the hollows of his legs at He Xiaonian's request.

But when he came back, He Xiaonian's breathing had slowed down, his eyebrows were still twitched, but his eyelids were not closed as tightly as before, nor were they trembling as before, and his mouth was slightly opened, making a heavy moan. Breathing.

He finally tossed himself to sleep!

Sun Haiyang stood in front of the bed, stared at his face for a while, and silently put away the towel.

Now that the torturer had already fallen asleep, he didn't intend to wake him up and torture himself any longer. He turned around and planned to leave He Xiaonian's room.

But he didn't leave right away. After turning around, he stood with his back to the bed for a while.

His heart was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly turned around, quickly put his hand under He Xiaonian's bed, and touched his waist.

The scorching heat from He Xiaonian's body "boomed" and almost burned his hand. He was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand, turned his head and ran out of the room.

Back in his room, his heart was still pounding and his legs were a little weak, so he had to lean against the door and took a deep breath.

The chaos in my mind was like a bunch of garbled characters typed out by He Xiaobao on the computer. This pile of garbled characters was randomly arranged and combined, and finally I came up with a sentence:

Ya He Xiaonian is really a child of a landlord's family, and his skin is so fucking... slippery!

The author has something to say:

Good news for everyone, this article has been written φ(゜▽゜*)? Hahaha! ! ! !

All that's left is to slowly change the work every day, take a two-day break, and start to save the manuscript of the next article.