Acting as a substitute

Bo Shenyan's breathing was a bit rough.

He is very uncomfortable now.

It’s not an old knife edge, and it still feels swollen and painful when it’s cloudy and rainy, not to mention kneeling in the puddle below the knees for so long on the roof of the building, the whole body is cold even in the bones .

Yuan Jiayi's mind was sensitive, he could feel the stiffness of the man holding him, his fingers slowly moved from Bo Shenyan's back to his right rib, and pressed lightly.

"hiss--"

Bo Shenyan shrank in response, and pinched Yuan Jiayi's shoulder blades a little guiltyly to show his favor.

Yuan Jiayi frowned, the wound hurt and he was still trying to be brave.

"you……"

Although he was angry in his heart, Yuan Jiayi was still more worried than angry. He wanted to ask Bo Shenyan if the pain was serious, but was squeezed into a duck's mouth by the quick-handed man, unable to make a sound.

He only knew and believed that Bo Shenyan's face was so pale because of the scars on his body, and he didn't know anything about what happened on the rooftop during his coma.

"Doctor Yuan... My incision hurts so much... If there is a good-looking doctor who happens to be named Yuan to kiss me now... I think I will get better soon."

Both left and right have been discovered by Yuan Jiayi, instead of worrying him with a sad face, it's better to act cute and cute, and Yuan Jiayi's mood will be much better.

Bo Shenyan finished coquettishly, and looked at Yuan Jiayi expectantly.

"Wounds caused by surgery or severe external trauma will form some scars after healing, and the reason why your wounds are itchy and painful is that ... in these scars, the distribution of capillaries is less than when there was no injury before. A lot, so now you have an ischemic and hypoxic environment, so..."

Huajiajia Classroom in the small courtyard is starting.

Bo Shenyan, pouting and waiting for a kiss: "..."

How could it be that Yuan Jiayi didn't understand what he meant, he didn't stop smiling, and when Bo Shenyan was about to pucker his mouth and move his face away in disappointment, he suddenly leaned over and kissed Bo Shenyan's lips with a "chirp" .

But the person who was kissed was not as happy as Yuan Jiayi expected. Bo Shenyan's face darkened, as if angry, "Why didn't you wait for me to get ready? Now I have changed my mind and want to kiss three times." , otherwise there will be no reconciliation."

Hearing what he said, Yuan Jiayi was overjoyed, raised his hand with the infusion needle stuck in it, and stretched out a little finger to pull the hook with Bo Shenyan, "It's a deal?"

Bo Shenyan sat down on the edge of Yuan Jiayi's bed, flicked his straight little finger quite vigorously, and scolded with a smile, "Screw."

"Ouch, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

Yuan Jiayi took advantage of the situation and lay down on Bo Shenyan's shoulder, roguely poking Bo Shenyan's Adam's apple with his soft black hair, scratching his heart.

He put his arms around his lover's neck, leaned over and kissed him on the shoulder.

"Don't use these little tricks to confuse me. You hit me just now. This is domestic violence. I want to sue you."

Because of the movement of speaking, he accidentally pulled the corner of his bruised mouth, Yuan Jiayi choked up in pain, worried that Bo Shenyan would find out, so he quickly pretended to be okay, and then bared his teeth viciously like a little tiger , "President Bo is ready to accept the lawyer's letter!"

"Ah?" Bo Shenyan looked a little worried, he squeezed Yuan Jiayi's waist, and leaned closer and said, "Instead of being sued, why don't I commit more crimes... It's also romantic to be a ghost under a peony flower. "

Yuan Jiayi looked at him pretending to be defensive, and began to pretend to be dizzy and sick again.

Bo Shenyan pinched the tip of his nose helplessly, "I won't do anything to you, why is this little thing so clever?"

The man who was trying to survive was huddled under the quilt and remained motionless.

Since it was late at night when Yuan Jiayi woke up, Bo Shenyan didn't dare to leave Yuan Jiayi easily, so he couldn't go out to buy food for him in person, and at the same time refused Yuan Jiayi's request to order a takeaway. And reasoned hard, "How do I know whether the ingredients they use are good or not", and used this as a reason to confess that the cook in the old house made some light side dishes, and sent the driver to the hospital overnight.

Before the driver closed the door and left, Yuan Jiayi sat up, holding the insulated lunch box, and almost buried his whole face in it.

Bo Shenyan asked the driver's grandmother about the past two days, and when he turned around and saw the person on the bed, he showed a dumbfounded expression.

"Are you an ostrich, Doctor Yuan?"

Yuan Jiayi held the bowl of porridge, looked up at Bo Shenyan who was walking towards him, grunted, and stretched out the finger that had just pulled out the needle to insert it into the porridge.

"Brother, do you believe that I dare to grab it with my hands?"

Bo Shenyan waved his hands again and again, "Don't, don't, my wife is delicate and expensive, so don't burn her..."

"Are you afraid I'll burn you?"

Putting the porridge on the bedside table, Yuan Jiayi leaned into the pillow behind his waist and asked.

"Of course, otherwise I hope you get burned?" Bo Shenyan looked puzzled.

Yuan Jiayi smiled, "Then why don't you bring me a pair of chopsticks?"

Bo Shenyan clasped his fists and saluted, "...it's the villain's mistake."

Duan Fu, who has worked hard for the Wo family's property for more than ten years, is living a prosperous life now, and he has become a shopkeeper. Yuan Jiayi also admires him for his temperament that will always appear in trouble.

While sitting on the sofa beside the bed and peeling pears for Yuan Jiayi, Duan Fu held a fruit knife gleaming with silver light in his slender and pale hands. Treat a rare treasure as seriously.

"Brother Duan," even the former associate professor grinned at his dazzling movements, and even wanted to attract Duan Fu to study medicine, "You come here to accompany me, do you agree?"

Duan Fu rolled up a whole pear peel with two fingers and threw it into the trash can. Just as he was about to pick up a bowl to cut into pieces, as if he remembered something, he raised his hand and handed it directly to Yuan Jiayi, then raised his eyebrows and replied ,"he agrees?"

The implication is that it has a relationship with him.

Yuan Jiayi took a big gulp of the pear, and vaguely explained what he said, "...that is to say, he won't cry?"

"Crying... I can, but I dare not say anything, and he will be tired after a while." Duan Fu got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then sat back on the sofa, picking up a copy of the original book After reading Yi's book, he yawned before reading more than two lines, "Your knowledge...is quite hypnotic..."

Yuan Jiayi instantly crushed the germ that was pulling him to the path of medicine.

"Brother Duan, are you tired? I can get out of bed after the injection," Yuan Jiayi always kept his job in mind, facing the slightly sick Duan Fu, he felt that he couldn't help being moved by his father's love for a while, "Would you like to go to bed and rest for a while?"

He yawned again, this time even Yuan Jiayi was successfully infected by him, Duan Fu smiled dimpled, and waved his hand, "No, I'll just lean here for a while, the little boy was too much tossing yesterday..."

He spoke halfway, then stopped abruptly, blinked his eyelashes guiltyly, then closed his eyes and began to rest.

Yuan Jiayi didn't say anything more knowingly, and subconsciously glanced at Duan Fu's skin that was a little fairer than his.

Different from his own cold whiteness, Duan Fu's complexion can almost be regarded as pale, always showing a sickness.

Such a character was trampled and humiliated in every possible way by that little bastard Wo Ye before he realized his true heart, which is really a crime.

Duan Fu's appearance is actually easy to be misunderstood. When he looks up at people, he is often as fierce as a black panther hiding in the African grasslands, but when he rests on the sofa with his eyes closed The sunlight splashed into the ward and shone on him, but it was cut by the high bridge of the nose, half of it fell on his face, and the other half was mercilessly blocked out, his pale skin set off his eyelashes even more His hair was black and distinct, and his smooth neck slightly pulled out a slender neck muscle line because of the movement of his head lying on his side, making him look extremely gentle.

It looks... so pretty.

Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment.

So when Bo Shenyan returned to the hospital with the small soup dumplings that he had made at home, he just opened the door and saw Yuan Jiayi staring at Duan Fu sideways with an idiotic expression.

President Bo suddenly felt that the top of his head needed to be watered.

"Cough..." Bo Shenyan closed the door, coughed softly to indicate his presence, and expressed displeasure, "...I..."

Before a single syllable could be fully pronounced, Yuan Jiayi stretched out his hand to restrain him, and mouthed a warning, "Shut up."

Bo Shenyan was shocked on the spot.jpg

He just went back to cook a meal, why did he come back like this?

Yuan Jiayi opened his arms, pursed his mouth and let Bo Shenyan tiptoe over to hug and kiss him quietly.

How could the bold Bo Shenyan let go of such an excellent opportunity, hurriedly moved over with a small sky-blue lunch box that did not match his image and temperament, carefully placed it on the table mat, leaned over and hugged it Yuan Jiayi's waist, lowered his head, kissed his lips and rubbed them gently.

It was too quiet in the ward, the sound of the water when the two kissed was enough to make Yuan Jiayi's face flushed, from the corner of his eye he glanced at the sleeping Duan Fu from time to time, worried that he would wake up at any time, his heartbeat was beating like a drum.

"...Brother, this feels like having an affair..." Yuan Jiayi bit Bo Shenyan's lips and chuckled, even the tips of his ears were red as if they were about to bleed, "...don't kiss..."

Although Bo Shenyan's face was big, it wasn't so big that he shamelessly showed his private affairs with his wife. He followed the curve of Yuan Jiayi's lips and sucked his lips. Praise, "Jiajia is eating pears? It's good to eat some pears, it clears the lungs."

Seeing Yuan Jiayi holding the pear's fingers rather self-defeating, Bo Shenyan reckoned that this little thing would be too much to eat, so he raised his eyelids and looked over, and he saw Yuan Jiayi's eyes begging for help.

Taking the pear from his daughter-in-law, Bo Shenyan kissed him again, then lowered his head and opened his mouth

"Pears can't be shared between two people, the meaning is not good..." The person who was leaning on the sofa without saying a word should have been sound asleep, but suddenly made a cold sound, and was so frightened that he was about to open his mouth to eat pears Bo Shenyan's mouth froze.

This stiffness was because of Li, and also because of their passionate kiss just now that didn't care about worldliness.

Yuan Jiayi: "...!"

Bo Shenyan: "...???"

"Why didn't you say anything when you woke up?" Bo Shenyan glared at him, and stuffed the pear back into the hand of the little hedgehog who was getting more and more picky, "Baby, eat it up."

Staring at the pear in his hand in distress, Yuan Jiayi sighed, "Brother... I really can't eat it..."

Seeing Bo Shenyan's firm gaze, he looked at Duan Fu bitterly, and asked for help, "Brother Duan, don't you know that feudal superstition is bad? We must be a firm materialist and stick to it..."

Duan Fu interrupted him, "Okay..."

Yuan Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, but Duan Fu continued.

"This materialist, the core values ​​of socialism tell us to integrate them into all aspects of social development, and the important task of promoting traditional Chinese virtues...should not allow you to waste food. Although pears are small, they are especially polite, honest and shameful. Eat Minor things about pears can help rejuvenate the country's security gang."

After listening to his words, Yuan Jiayi, who was trying to waste food, seemed to feel ashamed, and looked up with admiration at Duan Fu, who was kidnapping him crazily from the moral high ground.

He lowered his head and ate in silence.

Duan Fu showed a gratified expression like an old father, completely unaware that while he was asleep, there was also a person who looked at him repeatedly for a long time as his own son.

After all, Bo Shenyan threw Cordyceps ginseng into the soup for several months to raise his body every day. Yuan Jiayi recovered his lively nature in less than a day.

Except for the wound on the wrist that was strangled by the hemp rope and bleeding, Yuan Jiayi’s overall condition has not caused any problems compared to before the incident, and he is even confident enough to receive an open reduction and bone graft for the old fracture of the right patella. Fixed operation, after being rejected by Director Duan sternly and notifying the people of the whole department to arrest him in the corridor, he fled back to the ward in embarrassment and did not dare to slander him any more.

Bo Shenyan came in with dinner, and saw Yuan Jiayi depressed on the bed with his pillow in his arms, looking out the window without blinking, knowing that he must be bored.

But Bo Shenyan didn't tease him as usual, but set the small table, patted his butt, "Get up and eat."

"What are you eating today?"

Yuan Jiayi sat up while asking, and noticed that Bo Shenyan's mood seemed a little depressed, so he picked at his cuff button with chopsticks in his mouth, raised his head and asked, "Did something happen?"

Bo Shenyan kissed him, "My dear, let's eat first."

Looking at Yuan Jiayi's appearance of eating without distraction, Bo Shenyan felt that he might have really forgotten what was going to happen tomorrow.

Picking up the little hedgehog rice bowl that Bo Shenyan specially bought for him, he drank the soup in the bowl. Yuan Jiayi turned around and took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth. The death penalty, but I'm struggling to know whether to take me or not?"

Bo Shenyan paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and looked up at him.

A little clever ghost.

"I'm going," Yuan Jiayi put a piece of meat into Bo Shenyan's bowl, "I want to have an explanation to my mother and myself."

Before execution, courts usually allow criminals to meet with their close relatives, or their close relatives request to meet criminals, which is their last right as human beings.

There seemed to be some problems with Sheng Jianghe's spirit, when Yuan Jiayi walked into the cramped hut, Yuan Jiayi saw something wrong with him at a glance.

There were prison guards inside, but Bo Shenyan didn't go in with Yuan Jiayi.

Whether Yuan Jiayi retaliated viciously or forgave kindly, these were not the results he wanted to see.

He only cares about Yuan Jiayi's relief.

Sheng Jianghe might really be crazy, he frantically said sorry to Yuan Jiayi, every word became heavier every time.

There was Sheng Lan, Song Jiaoyan, and him, but the one with the most was... Yuan Miao.

Yuan Jiayi sat there staring at him blankly, with emotions in his heart that even he couldn't understand.

You should hate it, right?

But he seemed like he couldn't even hate him anymore.

During that period of collapse, the emotions accumulated and exploded too forcefully, so that today, a long time later, he can only stare at his life and death like a bystander.

Time is up.

Sheng Jianghe was escorted out by the prison guards, and when Yuan Jiayi passed by, he probably regained his sanity and said in a low voice.

"Sorry, kid, take care of yourself and don't get sick."

Yuan Jiayi froze and laughed.

At the last moment of his father's life, he was willing to admit that he was his child.

I really don't know... who is more pathetic.

The car carrying Sheng Jianghe's last life gradually drove away, and Bo Shenyan took off his coat to hide the gloom on Yuan Jiayi's body.

He hugged Yuan Jiayi's shoulders tightly, and his eyes fell on the almost unsightly rear lights of the car.

"Death, for him, is the best destination."

Yuan Jiayi lowered his eyes and said nothing, Bo Shenyan kissed his lips, "Let's go, go talk to mom."

Bo Shenyan stayed outside the cemetery and waited for Yuan Jiayi.

Slowly walking to Yuan Miao's tomb, Yuan Jiayi knelt down on the cold ground, stared at the photo above, lowered his head and pursed his lips.

From the beginning to the end, he did not shed a single tear, and knelt quietly for a long time before Yuan Jiayi stretched out his hand to touch the smiling woman above.

"Mom, you can go and find yourself a new home."

"Hope to meet you again."

The sky is blue and clear, without the sadness that this scene should have at this time, the air still retains the earthy fragrance from the heavy rain of the day before yesterday, and the breath of the trees blows over Yuan Miao's smiling face.

Yuan Jiayi walked out of the cemetery and saw the tall man leaning on the car door with his back turned to him, his heart was warm.

The tears that had been endured for a long time without falling, actually burst out the moment he saw him.

Pressing the hard cover book in his pocket, Yuan Jiayi shouted loudly.

"Bo Shenyan, do you want to marry me?"

The man seemed to be choking on his saliva, coughing and turning around, his eyes were not sure whether they were choked by the trachea or for some other reason, but they were abnormally red.

The ferocious Heijin Babosi drifted into the alley, and the fierce friction between the tires and the ground made a sharp hiss.

Bo Shenyan didn't even have time to close the car door, and ran towards the gate of the old house while crying. Everywhere he passed were servants who ran into the house with him. At one point, the scene was a bit like a [-]-person marathon, and he kept asking him "Master What's the matter?" "What happened, young master?" Bo Shenyan turned a deaf ear to it, tears streaming down his face, and plunged into Qin Yuee's room.

Qin Yue'e has been in good condition these two days. When Bo Shenyan rushed in, she was following the National Martial Arts Championship Women's Taijiquan champion invited by Bo Ling, turned her waist, raised her wrists, turned her palms and lifted her feet, when she saw this little beast suddenly come in , couldn't help being startled.

"Yanyan, what are you doing? Why are you crying? Speak well..."

Since Yuan Jiayi came back, Qin Yuee's daily video time with Yuan Jiayi was almost the same as that of Bo Ling, so naturally she wouldn't worry that he would provoke Yuan Jiayi again and go away in a fit of anger.

She had already sworn in her heart that if this little bastard failed Yuan Jiayi one more time, she would clear Bo Shenyan's account from the Bo family's book, and not leave him a single hair.

Bo Shenyan knelt on the ground with a "plop", hugged Qin Yuee's leg and cried, "...Grandma, your grandson is promising... woooo... I can finally... finally be with... woooo...with Jiajia Married...Jiajia invited me to register...Grandma, give me the account book quickly...I'm afraid he will go back on his word..."

Qin Yue'e didn't quite understand Bo Shenyan's tricky word "invitation", but Yuan Jiayi's joy of agreeing to remarry Bo Shenyan was enough to dispel her doubts, so she hurried into Bo Ling's study, After half a day, he took out a dark red notebook and handed it to Bo Shenyan, "If you come a few days later, I'll let Jiajia's name appear on it."

For a while, he couldn't understand Qin Yuee's words, and Bo Shenyan didn't understand until he stepped over the threshold.

Grandma would not want him, she would want to change her grandson... T_T Yuan Jiayi couldn't help crying and laughing as he watched the wimpy man clutching the small household registration book in his hands, and walked out of the yard arrogantly while wiping away his tears. That aggrieved look is just like a kindergarten kid who thinks he is tragic after taking back his own big red flower.

Standing at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yuan Jiayi's fist was already hard.

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, "Cry again, and I'll just find someone here to marry."

"No." Bo Shenyan held back the tears that were about to fall aggrievedly, sobbed and hugged Yuan Jiayi's shoulders, lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks like glutinous rice.

The marriage registrar took the two completed "Declarations for Marriage Registration" from Yuan Jiayi's hands, and after reading them from top to bottom, her fingertips landed in front of the "declarant" column, indicating to Yuan Jiayi The two of Yi and Yi signed their names here and pressed their fingerprints.

When Bo Shenyan took the statement, he acted more devoutly than the eunuch who read the imperial decree. His fingers were trembling. Pressing the red ink pad with his fingertips, he wiped away tears with the back of his other hand.

Seeing his hopeless appearance, Yuan Jiayi inevitably showed a trace of worry on his face.

I'm afraid I'm not really crying stupidly.

"What are you looking at?" Bo Shenyan sobbed, turned his head and glanced at Yuan Jiayi who he had already noticed was secretly watching him.

Hearing this, Yuan Jiayi disheveledly turned his head to the opposite direction, different from his common sense, raised his eyebrows silently.

Pretty tough.

So hard what is there to cry about?

The last step is to review the documents and statements submitted by both parties, and only those who meet the conditions for marriage registration are allowed to register.

The marriage registrar compared Bo Shenyan's ID card with the still-warming ID photo for a long time, then looked up at the tall man with swollen eye sockets and an aggrieved expression, and glanced at the handsome, gentle face standing beside him, Yuan Jiayi, who didn't look like a bad guy from any angle, took a breath with complicated emotions and asked.

"Before registering the marriage for the two of you, I may need to confirm again..."

With a smile on her face, she looked at Bo Shenyan who was pinching nine yuan with red eyes.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need legal assistance?"

The author has something to say: It’s really strange, I can’t thank the cub who sent the nutrient solution every day, it’s so uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on, bow bow bow bow~

Xiao Bo: I'm finally married, not a bachelor anymore, huh huh

Jiajia: mmp

thanks for watching, bow

感谢在2021-03-2623:29:08~2021-03-2723:29:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 sour;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of sour;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!