Acting as a substitute

The water for cooking porridge is a little less.

Yuan Jiayi added water again, and while stirring with a spoon, recalled Sheng Jianghe's words.

"The Bo family always believed that Lan Lan was the one who donated bone marrow to Mrs. Bo, so they were willing to give our Sheng family 2% of Bo's shares. They also said that after the two children grow up, if they have a relationship foundation, they can get married. "

As a father, facing his son's lifelong event, Sheng Jianghe became less irritable, and narrated the past to Yuan Jiayi in a gentle voice.

But he didn't explain why it was Yuan Jiayi who donated the bone marrow. In the end, the Bo family was grateful to Sheng Lan who had done nothing from the beginning to the end.

Yuan Jiayi was not good at arguing, and he didn't want to, he just knelt on the ground and listened quietly.

After all, he didn't want anything from the Bo family.

As long as it can save people.

Who saved it, who saved it, and what will it have after being saved.

He doesn't care at all.

Sheng Jianghe expressed his satisfaction with Yuan Jiayi's obedience.

"You imitated your brother and coaxed Mrs. Bo to be happy," Sheng Jianghe stroked Yuan Jiayi's bangs that had already begun to grow, and patted him on the shoulder like a loving father again. Promise, "When you come back next time, I will let you meet your mother."

Hearing this sentence, Yuan Jiayi raised his head like a normal person with a heartbeat, his eyes were full of water, "Mr. Sheng, is it true?"

The metal spoon has excellent thermal conductivity, so hot that Yuan Jiayi was brought back to reality.

He perfunctorily blew on his burned index finger, his eyes filled with joy.

After eating all the porridge in the pot, Yuan Jiayi returned to the bedroom with a bulging stomach. After washing up, he bandaged the wound on his face again. He lay down and played with it for a long time, and then fed it some snacks. Still unable to suppress the joy in my heart, I sat down at the table and wrote a dissertation of several thousand words.

The wound on his back was repeatedly rubbed by the clothes on his body, and it hurt and itched, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It has been like this for a long time, and this time it is much easier than before.

Thinking of this in his heart, Yuan Jiayi's eyes became more and more blurred, his throat became hotter, and his body became colder and colder.

He closed the computer, curled up in the corner of the bed with the blanket in his arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up again by a strong push. He opened his eyes blankly and looked over, only to find that Bo Shenyan was standing beside his bed looking down at him.

"... Mr. Bo?"

Yuan Jiayi was taken aback, and his voice became hoarse a lot, he was a little embarrassed for a while, because of politeness, he could only struggle to sit up from the bed.

"...my tooth hurts," Bo Shenyan said with the same hoarse voice as his, as if he was a little embarrassed, he scratched his Adam's apple, and said, "I want you to help me find some more medicine , I came in, and found that you also seemed to have a fever."

"what?"

After he said that, Yuan Jiayi thought of touching his forehead, and it turned out that the temperature was not low.

But the boss's health is more important. If Bo Shenyan made a mistake, he would have no money to treat his mother.

Yuan Jiayi put on his coat, and walked to the kitchen in a nonchalant manner to boil water and take medicine for the boss. Unexpectedly, he overestimated himself and fell headlong on the carpet.

After getting up, he found that Bo Shenyan had already put on a thick long coat that reached below his knees, and was holding another coat in his hand, and stretched out his slender hands towards him.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Bo Shenyan's face was flushed and sick, his cheeks were slightly swollen, and his eyes were tired.

Yuan Jiayi didn't hear his words very clearly, thought he was asking him to help him, and immediately put his arms around the boss's wrist, "Mr. Bo, can I go and undress, it's a bit... ah... cold."

"This one is for you."

A heavy overcoat was stuffed into his hands, Yuan Jiayi hugged the clothes, looked up at him flattered, "For me?"

Bo Shenyan felt very uncomfortable, and he never had the habit of repeating a sentence many times, so he didn't answer him, put on his shoes and walked into the basement.

He was so busy these days that Yuan Jiayi didn't have time to go to the underground shopping mall to buy winter clothes. Now that he got a down jacket for no reason, it was really a good thing that saved time and money for him.

Putting on warm new clothes, he trotted to the mirror and swayed around. The clothes bought by rich people were really impeccable. They were neatly cut, but they were very generous and beautiful. Yuan Jiayi felt that he even had a little more delicate features.

Just a little bit longer.

Carrying the hem of his down jacket, Yuan Jiayi walked down the spiral stairs into the basement, and seeing Bo Shenyan sitting in the driver's seat starting the car, he became anxious and trotted towards him again.

"...Huh, Mr. Bo," Yuan Jiayi got into the car with a grunt, and sat in the passenger seat to persuade him, with a worried expression on his face, "Let me drive, you look very uncomfortable."

Bo Shenyan fiddled with his phone with his head down, glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Bo, why don't I come..." Yuan Jiayi thought that the fever had begun to affect Bo Shenyan's hearing, he put his hand on the door, and said to himself He said to himself, "It's over now, I'm deaf..."

"Not deaf," Bo Shenyan coughed, "You are worse than me, fasten your seat belt."

Yuan Jiayi felt guilty, so he could only tie it up obediently, and curled up in the leather seat to pretend to be an ostrich.

"Go to the Municipal People's Hospital..."

Bo Shenyan said hoarsely to the mobile phone navigation, before the word 'hospital' could be said, Yuan Jiayi quickly pouted and interrupted, "No, no, go to the nearest hospital."

The young man was hidden in a large black down jacket, with a blush on his cheeks, probably because he went downstairs a little faster, or he had a more serious fever.

It must be hot.

Thinking of this, Bo Shenyan actually raised his hand to touch the beautiful and full forehead in front of him.

The hot temperature seemed to prick Bo Shenyan's fingertips, he first hid for a while, and then covered his cold fingers on it.

Two people with a fever, just keep each other warm like this... It's also very good.

Yuan Jiayi was frightened by his sudden movement, and immediately retracted his head into the hood of his down jacket like a frightened tortoise, only peeking at Bo Shenyan with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, meeting the dissatisfied gaze of the owner of the hand, he obediently sent his head out, stretched his neck, and pressed his hot forehead back into Bo Shenyan's unmoving palm.

The way rich people warm their hands is weird.

Fortunately, the temperature of the forehead in his hand dropped a little. Bo Shenyan's face turned pale, and he withdrew his hand as if he didn't care. Hospital."

"..."

Yuan Jiayi pursed his lips and struggled, but he didn't dare to say anything to stop him, and silently pinched the mask he grabbed out of his bag with his fingers in his pocket before going out.

Play by ear.

Bo Shenyan drove very steadily, and when passing the speed bump, Yuan Jiayi, who was resting with his eyes closed, didn't even notice it at all, and slept very comfortably.

Emergency.

After signing up, Yuan Jiayi waited attentively for Bo Shenyan to take a seat, and picked a corner seat by himself, and huddled there awkwardly waiting for the infusion.

Unexpectedly, Bo Shenyan walked over with long legs, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "Sit with me, are you cheap?"

"……No."

Yuan Jiayi was rendered speechless by his beating, swallowed his explanation, and quietly shrank his head and pretended to be dead.

Rich people really change their minds.

The cold liquid slowly slipped into the blood vessels, and the dryness and high temperature in Yuan Jiayi's body were quickly reduced.

I also had a leisurely mood and began to look around.

He is dressed so noblely today, the colleagues in the emergency room should not recognize him, right?

Yuan Jiayi showed a proud smile under the mask, and just about to take a breath, he heard a familiar voice from diagonally ahead.

"Oh, Lao Yuan," Song Yang presumably came to help with the consultation, and walked quickly with a bunch of empty infusion bottles in his hands, and patted Yuan Jiayi on the shoulder with a smile, "Why are you here in the middle of the night? "

Frightened by the sudden appearance of Song Yang, Yuan Jiayi jumped up from his seat, ignoring the bruises on his painful back, held up his own infusion bottle to Song Yang, and walked away from the door. He walked to the nearest seat, trying to block Bo Shenyan who was resting behind him with his eyes closed.

"That's your friend?" Song Yang was a little shorter than Yuan Jiayi, tiptoeing his head to look at Bo Shenyan, who was leaning on the chair with extraordinary temperament, and then noticed Yuan Jiayi's clothes, "Hey, it's your friend , you both have the same clothes."

At the end, he added, "Haha, you are shorter than him, yours is almost hanging to the ground."

Yuan Jiayi choked for a moment, he had no time to pay attention to Song Yang's remark, just thinking that he must not let him see Bo Shenyan's face, he snatched back the infusion bottle and hung it on the hook next to him, raised his palm and grabbed Song Yang The hand who was about to come forward to say hello whispered mysteriously, "That's one of my big cousins, he has a bad temper, he has cut people, and there is such a long scar on his stomach, please don't mess with him. "

Bo Shenyan, who was behind him, seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, moved his legs lightly, and dropped the Rolls Royce key in his pocket to the ground.

Song Yang's eyeballs glowed green, and he swallowed like a famished dog.

"Is your brother still lacking a younger brother? Why don't you cut me off to help your brother have fun?"

"No, no, no, it's enough for him to have me, go get busy."

Yuan Jiayi was afraid that Song Yang would make another hasty move, so he could only hold the infusion bottle and sit next to Bo Shenyan to protect him. The rope hung firmly around the sleeping man's ears and buckled it on his face.

Bending down to pick up the car keys, and then straightening up, Yuan Jiayi glanced into Bo Shenyan's indifferent eyes with his mask pulled off.

"Why are you covering my eyes?"

Yuan Jiayi was at a loss for words, so he couldn't say that he did it on purpose.

Besides, blocking the eyes is... nothing.

When exposing criminal suspects online, don't they always cover their eyes?

Bo Shenyan looked bad, and looked at him with half of his face swollen.

"I'm easy to kill, little cousin."