Acting as a substitute

Hearing Bo Shenyan's tone full of contempt, Yuan Jiayi pursed his dry lips, closed his eyes as if making up his mind, opened them again, and looked up at him with bright eyes.

"If you don't wear glasses, you will be charged...[-] more per month, and if you have long hair, you will be charged another [-]."

"Okay, okay," Bo Shenyan pulled the neckline of the bathrobe, and smiled angrily, "Anyway, if I give you the money, you can do anything, right?"

Yuan Jiayi's heart was stung by this sharp insult, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him with his eyes bent, with a docile expression on his face.

"If it's my life, that's not okay."

Bo Shenyan kicked the shopping bag full of fruits and vegetables in Yuan Jiayi's hand, and the oranges in it rolled out with a gurgling sound. Gou Zaizi and Nuomi were so excited when they saw the fast-moving spherical object, they thumped and thumped all the way. He ran over and stretched out his paws to plan and chase after the ground.

"The food will be ready soon, Mr. Bo, you can rest for a while, then..." Yuan Jiayi squatted forward regretfully, picked up a few oranges and hugged them in his arms, leaning on the short man who was changing shoes with his elbows. Standing up, he looked up slightly at Bo Shenyan, who was half a head taller than him.

"Who wants to eat your cooking?" Bo Shenyan looked at the pitiful smile on Yuan Jiayi's face, his thin lips moved slightly, and the words he uttered were as cold as ice, "I'm disgusted."

The pup slammed into the floor-to-ceiling window, spun around twice with his short legs, and sat down on the ground. Nuomi stopped in front of him, turned around and patted his forehead.

The eyes of the two moved back from the cat and dog and met again.

Yuan Jiayi lowered his head first, walked towards the kitchen with his shopping bag in his arms, and said without any embarrassment, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some of them. The supermarkets are quite expensive. But freshness is better, Mr. Bo, if you like to eat, I will buy things in this supermarket from now on..."

"Can't you hear me when I say I won't eat!"

Bo Shenyan felt extremely awkward, seeing the young man with his head lowered and interlaced with his shoulders, he resisted the urge to straighten his body and punch him in the stomach, and kicked the orange by his feet in the direction of Yuan Jiayi.

He kicked a bit accurately, Cheng Zi flew up and hit Yuan Jiayi's knee.

The movements behind his back are always unpredictable, and he never thought that Bo Shenyan would do this. When his body lost his balance and fell to his knees on the ground, Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but look back at him in astonishment.

"..."

Seeing the flash of guilt in Bo Shenyan's eyes, Yuan Jiayi knew that he didn't do it on purpose, although it hurt a little, but it was not serious, so he casually shuffled his pants, got up and put the bag in the cooking On the stage, he lowered his head and pursed his lips to process the ingredients quietly.

People like him deserve to be looked down upon.

The gauze on the young man's face almost occupied half of his face, Bo Shenyan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, glared at the gauze, turned around and went upstairs to the bedroom angrily.

Hearing the sound of the door slamming, Yuan Jiayi paused, then shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The faint sound of pots and pans clashing from the kitchen, in Bo Shenyan's ears at this time, did not feel noisy at all, but gradually made him feel sleepy.

He reclined on the large sofa in the bedroom and fell asleep lazily, until he heard a timid knock on the door, Bo Shenyan woke up frowning.

He actually fell asleep?

For many years, he has been having difficulty falling asleep. Although he lies in bed very early every night, he has to stare at the ceiling for several hours before he can faintly feel sleepy. Why is he sitting on this uncomfortable sofa today, even Fell asleep without even noticing?

"Mr. Bo, eat a little bit." Yuan Jiayi's voice was full of fatigue, and the hoarseness of his voice could be clearly heard, but he still maintained his politeness, "If you don't want to eat the food I cooked, drink some milk It's also good..."

The door in front of him was slammed open, and the wind brought Yuan Jiayi's short hair on his forehead slightly fluttered twice.

He seemed to be taken aback, and took two steps back in a daze, his waist hit the railing of the stairs behind him, making a loud noise, and when he saw the person who opened the door, he immediately put on a cute and gentle smile, "Mr. Bo, drink some milk, eat some bread and rest."

While cooking, he went to change into the cheap gray plush pajamas again. He didn't look carefully before, but now standing in front of him, Bo Shenyan found that his trouser legs were slightly raised, a little short, covering the instep A pair of very long white thick cotton socks were exposed under the plush slippers. Although they were a little pilled, they were very clean, extending into the trouser legs without any piece of skin exposed.

Terribly soiled.

And poor and particular.

It seemed that he had noticed Bo Shenyan's gaze on his clothes, Yuan Jiayi's ears turned red, he retracted his toes in embarrassment, raised his arm again and handed over the plate in his hand, trying to attract Bo Shenyan's attention, " Mr. Bo."

He doesn't wear glasses.

Maybe his eyesight is really bad. With such a close distance between the two of them, he also squints his eyes slightly from time to time, and the smile on his face remains undiminished. It makes people feel that if he keeps quiet, he will probably be like this all the time. Stand down grumpily.

Bo Shenyan's heart relaxed a little.

If he is really not used to it, what will happen if he wears glasses, and what will happen if his hair does not grow long.

Yuan Jiayi noticed the change in Bo Shenyan's eyes, and also understood that he might be looking at Sheng Lan through himself, otherwise, how could he deserve such affectionate eyes.

But it's better to live a more comfortable life than to be scolded all day long.

So he followed Sheng Lan's example, showing his waxy white teeth clumsily, and smiled as confidently as possible, "Can you eat something?"

Bo Shenyan could see that he was imitating Sheng Lan, and became even more angry in his heart. He raised his hand and overturned the plate in Yuan Jiayi's hand, and grabbed his collar, "Who allows you to imitate him?"

The temperature of the milk was not particularly high, but it was overturned and splashed on the thin-skinned wrist bones, and it was still so hot that Yuan Jiayi gasped, fear outweighing the pain.

He blinked his eyelashes uneasily, and his cool fingers climbed onto Bo Shenyan's wrist, trying to get rid of his shackles, or to soothe his anger.

"Mr. Bo," Yuan Jiayi didn't know what to do. He wanted to please and ask for money, but because of Sheng Lan's order, he couldn't make Bo Shenyan feel too comfortable. He made trouble twice, so he could only apologize. "sorry."

The bandage on the young man's little finger rubbed against the back of Bo Shenyan's hand. He looked down and saw that the yellow-brown cloth was already wet from cooking, and there were still sporadic milk stains hanging on it. Looking at the thin wrist, Yuan Jiayi also had a few drops of milk on his forehead hair and the tip of his nose, looking pitiful and ridiculous.

"I told you not to come up to the second floor."

Bo Shenyan let go, bent down to pick up the dinner plate and bread on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, I forgot. I just remembered when you opened the door." Seeing that Bo Shenyan's mood improved a little, Yuan Jiayi also hurriedly knelt down to pick up the milk cup, and took Bo Shenyan's milk cup. The plate was handed over, "It will definitely not happen in the future."

Looking expressionlessly at the shoes on the young man's feet, Bo Shenyan let out a 'hmm' and turned back to the bedroom.

Yuan Jiayi shrugged, pressed the back of his cold hand against his burned wrist, and went downstairs with a relaxed expression.

Deliberately going upstairs to provoke Bo Shenyan, he has completed the task.

It doesn't seem that hard to make some innocuous and obnoxious mistakes on a regular basis.

Bo Shenyan's study is adjacent to the bedroom, and he can enter the study from another door in the bedroom.

He stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through Sheng Lan's photos, but his mind was filled with the image of the young man who was smiling just now.

Thinking of Yuan Jiayi, the aroma of bread and milk left by the fingertips seemed to become three-dimensional.

I'm a little hungry too.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was past ten in the middle of the night.

A young doctor like Yuan Jiayi, who has just graduated, should still be a resident doctor. He must be very tired after being supported by patients and family members every day. After finally being at home, he must rest very early.

Thinking of this, Bo Shenyan tiptoed to open the door and went downstairs.

Sure enough, the chandelier in the living room was turned off, and the entire first floor was pitch black, but the sound of water came from the bathroom behind him.

He looked back, the door was closed, but a ray of light came through from under the door.

Bo Shenyan walked over and gently turned the doorknob.

The people inside put their mobile phones horizontally, squatting on the ground to watch the video, they were startled when they heard the door opening, and raised their heads in panic.

Seeing it was him, he immediately laughed again, "Mr. Bo?"

Bo Shenyan looked down at him.

The young man who had changed into a white sweater was crouching on the ground holding a large pink and purple basin, panting and rubbing his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Looking sideways at the washing machine in the corner, Bo Shenyan pointed, "Why don't you use that?"

"No, thank you, Mr. Bo, the washing machine is making noise, I'm afraid it will disturb your rest." Yuan Jiayi looked in the direction he pointed, and quickly shook his head. Afraid that the refusal would be too hurtful, he smiled, "Let's talk , hand-washing is also cleaner."

Bo Shenyan stood at the door in a daze for a while, and remained silent for a long time.

Yuan Jiayi continued to grunt and rub his clothes, without glasses on the bridge of his nose, he could only stretch his neck hard to watch the operation explanation on the screen.

Noticing that Bo Shenyan hadn't left yet, he raised his head again, "Mr. Bo, the food is still warm in the pot, I'm thinking of coming down to eat when you're done with work and free."

Is this... steps?

Being stared at by the young man's light-colored eyes without any complicated emotions, Bo Shenyan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and the tangy aroma whetted his appetite. The food in it was untouched, as if there was no trace of being eaten, and he couldn't help turning around in surprise, "You haven't eaten?"

"Let's eat." Yuan Jiayi said with a smile, pointing to the plate on the cooking table that hadn't been cleaned up in time.

Is that... the bread he overturned?

and many more.

The color of the Band-Aid on the little finger has been soaked white.

Bo Shenyan frowned.