Acting as a substitute

After the beginning of winter, there were three more snowfalls intermittently.

With the help of Bo Shenyan, Yuan Jiayi carefully moved the fat snowman to a corner where the sun cannot reach, repaired it to make it more lovely, put on a hat and gloves, and placed half of it in a rare way. It took many months to completely melt away.

Ever since he came back from the hospital basement that day, he hadn't taken the initiative to mention Lu Cheng's affairs, and Bo Shenyan didn't ask either.

As if nothing happened, the two still eat together every day, walk the dog and tease the cat together, and get along fairly well on topics that don't involve Sheng Lan.

The metabolism in winter is much faster than in summer, and with the use of the scar removal cream given to him by the nurse in the department, the wound on Yuan Jiayi's face did not even leave a slight scar.

While the young man was petting the cat and feeding the dog, Bo Shenyan secretly looked at it a few times, and after repeatedly confirming that the face was still as fair as ever, he was relieved a lot.

But after thinking about it, he was worried about Yuan Jiayi, so he started to get angry with himself again.

"Mr. Bo?"

Yuan Jiayi held the fat glutinous rice with both hands, and stood a few steps away from him, calling him softly.

"What?"

As if afraid that Yuan Jiayi would see the emotion in his eyes, Bo Shenyan hastily turned his face to the side to look out the window, and asked angrily.

Already accustomed to Bo Shenyan's moodiness, Yuan Jiayi grinned in a good-tempered manner, "The glutinous rice nutrient cream is upstairs, and I have to ask Mr. Bo to get it."

"Oh."

Bo Shenyan turned around and went upstairs.

When he went downstairs again, Yuan Jiayi had already started preparing lunch in the kitchen with his back turned to him.

Because he had just had eye surgery, he took a period of leave, and the long hours of high-intensity work caused his legs to have varicose veins, so he wanted to take advantage of this time to rest and recuperate. What surprised Yuan Jiayi during his vacation was that he got the leave slip very easily, and even avoided a lot of procedures. The newly appointed dean even took the initiative to call him and asked him to rest at home for a while. time.

The joy of successfully asking for leave made Yuan Jiayi add a meal to the party that night, a lump of nutritional cream, and come to see each other.

"I fed it directly, you don't need to feed it anymore."

Bo Shenyan stared at his slightly bowed back from chopping vegetables for a long time, until the glutinous rice leaped onto the coffee table and jumped onto his shoulders and necks, making it difficult for him to breathe, and then came to tear open the packing bag in a daze.

"Good Mr. Bo~"

Yuan Jiayi cared about cutting the meat, didn't look back, and only responded loudly when he heard the sound.

Sounds like a good mood.

Bo Shenyan bent his lower lip, knelt down to feed the cat, and when he saw Knee Kowtow also came over together, he hooked its chin for the first time, "Do you want to eat something too?"

The fast-growing pup happily flapped his webbed paws and sat on Bo Shenyan's slippers.

Lamborgh puppies were cute when they were young, and fierce when they grow up.

Looking at its gradually thickened bones, Bo Shenyan couldn't help recalling Yuan Jiayi's surprised expression a few days ago when he learned that it was not a local dog.

"My God, it's so expensive? I fed it steamed buns back then." The young man became more cautious as he hugged the dog, and looked down with admiration in his eyes, "I'm sorry for giving you steamed buns. If I fall into the water, I hope you will repay me with virtue and save me~"

Thinking of this, Bo Shenyan couldn't help but smile and pat his lying head, not paying attention to Yuan Jiayi who just walked beside him.

"Mr. Bo, it's time to eat."

As if caught in a little secret by his parents, Bo Shenyan trembled in fright, almost sat on Nuomi, and looked up at Yuan Jiayi in embarrassment, "Got it."

Yuan Jiayi's eating habits are very good. He stares intently at the rice grains in the rice bowl. He is so focused that it seems that the rice grains in his bowl are arranged in order. He is eating in an orderly manner according to the serial number.

Because her hair was very dark, her skin was whiter than Sheng Lan's.

But her personality is completely opposite.

After staying at home for more than half a month, Yuan Jiayi's face became a little more sensual, and the cropped hair that was only slightly longer before is now as long as Sheng Lan's.

Without the wanton domineering of Sheng Lan, on the contrary, he is even more handsome and gentle.

The TV in the living room was playing the news, mixed with the barking of cats and dogs, it was not so real.

But Yuan Jiayi vaguely heard a familiar name, and when he turned his head to look over, Bo Shenyan had already strode over to change the channel.

He didn't like to join in the fun, and he wasn't very curious. Seeing this, he lowered his head and continued eating lunch without saying a word.

The phone in hand vibrated.

Yuan Jiayi took a look at Bo Shenyan's face, and pursed his lips to check the news.

It just so happened that Bo Shenyan got up to serve the meal, the chair was pushed back, and there was a rubbing sound on the floor, he was startled, his fingers trembled, and the voice was accidentally switched to the loudspeaker, Song Yangxi's rough voice He was released instantly.

"Lao Yuan, Feng Heming, Lao Deng has been punished, expelled from the party and public office, all disciplinary funds have been confiscated, and the suspected crimes have been transferred to the procuratorate for review and prosecution in accordance with the law. Fuck, he deserves it. It's just that the one who was taken over by him last year is pitiful. Next, the little nurse who committed suicide later, but then again, which powerful figure do you think got rid of him? Damn..."

Yuan Jiayi should have turned off the voice to convert it into text in the first second, or switched back to the earpiece mode to play, but when Song Yang mentioned Feng Heming, a bastard, he wanted to listen to it all without delaying a second.

He knew that the hospital had a new director, but he arrived suddenly by air. No one knew what background he had, and no one knew that Feng Heming was about to be dismissed.

The second half of the voice was directly turned off by Yuan Jiayi. He put down his chopsticks and looked up at Bo Shenyan. His eyelashes blinked a few times before he hesitated to say, "Mr. Bo... Thank you."

Bo Shenyan paused for a while, and the vegetables between the chopsticks fell back to the plate. He asked a little uncomfortably, "Thank me for what?"

"Feng Heming's matter..." Yuan Jiayi licked his lips, his chest warmed up, "If it wasn't for Mr. Bo..."

"Who is Feng Heming, I have never heard of it."

He interrupted Yuan Jiayi's words, changed the posture of holding the chopsticks again, and picked up the vegetable and put it in his mouth to chew.

Yuan Jiayi lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips and chuckled, and pushed the plate closer to Bo Shenyan, "I don't know who he is, Mr. Bo eat more."

Taking a quick peek at the lighthearted expression on the young man's face, Bo Shenyan cocked the corner of his mouth, and soon returned to his coldness.

In the first place, he didn't kill it "by himself", he was just a person who conveyed the order.

A good doctor is an official.

Killing what he cares about the most and making him completely lose his brilliance in the industry is more uncomfortable than letting him die.

And leave the rest to the law.

The warm afternoon after eating will always make people sleepy.

Bo Shenyan nestled on the sofa and stroked the glutinous rice's big soft tail, not caring about the cat fur all over, just hugging it and fell asleep.

Even after living together for a long time, Yuan Jiayi has a general understanding of Bo Shenyan's living habits and physical condition.

He has a sleep disorder with serious symptoms, and it is difficult to fall asleep as long as there is a little noise around him, but when Nuomi is by his side, this situation will be much better.

Yuan Jiayi tiptoed past him, covered his lying mouth and went back to the bedroom, took a thin quilt and gently covered Bo Shenyan's stomach.

He walked into the bedroom again holding his breath, and slowly closed the door.

Bo Shenyan opened his eyes, his eyes were dim and hard to distinguish.

When I woke up again, it was almost sunset.

The glutinous rice had long since disappeared. Hearing the sound of plopping upstairs, it was estimated that it was taking the ground and splashing around again.

Bo Shenyan put his hands on the quilt around his waist, looked down at the thread on the corner of the quilt, and was slightly lost in thought.

Is this the quilt he usually covers?

Different from the sweet fragrance that Sheng Lan often had, Yuan Jiayi's quilt had a faint smell of disinfectant, and when he closed his eyes, he even mistakenly thought he was lying on a hospital bed.

But that bed was illuminated by the warm sunshine, and it was warm and pleasant, much like the mood full of anticipation when you are about to be discharged from the hospital after recovering from illness.

"what time is it."

Bo Shenyan asked in the direction of the original Jiayi's door.

He knew that Yuan Jiayi might not be able to hear him, but for some reason, he just wanted to talk to him, and it didn't matter if he didn't answer.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no response from that bedroom.

Bo Shenyan stood up, gave himself a good reason in his heart, and walked slowly towards Yuan Jiayi's bedroom.

He was there to return the quilt, not to see Yuan Jiayi.

When he reached the door, he was about to turn the doorknob, but he suddenly remembered that Yuan Jiayi's privacy was broken by him last time, so he directly changed the gesture of raising his hand to knocking on the door.

"...I'm here to return the quilt, I'm going to knock on the door five times, you prepare..." After holding back for a long time, Bo Shenyan scolded himself secretly as soon as he said it.

What is he talking about.

Bo Shenyan waited for a while, much longer than knocking on the door five times.

I guessed in my heart that Yuan Jiayi might have slept deeply.

He turned around.

There was a sound of entering the password at the entrance door, and then the door was opened.

It's snowing again.

The young man was wearing a long down jacket that reached below his knees. When his body moved, the snow residue in the creases of his clothes would slide onto the carpet at the door and melt instantly.

Yuan Jiayi held two old shopping bags full of them in his hand, coughed lowly and put the car keys on the tray at the door.

He turned his back to Bo Shenyan.

Putting the shopping bag on the ground, grabbing the coat and hat off his head with one hand, revealing a well-shaped head, shaking his hair vigorously like a dog drowning in water.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the bright red sunset shone behind Yuan Jiayi.

It was also reflected in his rich chestnut hair.

Bo Shenyan narrowed his eyes.