Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi seemed to be a little absent-minded. After putting down the shopping bag, he sat on the low stool for changing shoes without even taking off his coat. He might be a little tired, and he was slowly adjusting his breathing, and sighed faintly.

Hearing the sigh, Bo Shenyan subconsciously frowned.

What's up with him.

He moved his toes, and was about to walk towards Yuan Jiayi, but saw him raise his hand and scratch behind his ears, and then rub his neck against his collar like sticky rice rubbing against someone.

The sound of the rubbing of the cloth beside his ears overwhelmed the sound of Bo Shenyan's walking, Yuan Jiayi had enough scratches, and then stretched and stood up contentedly.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes fell on Bo Shenyan who was holding the quilt in his arms.

"Bo... Mr. Bo?"

Yuan Jiayi was startled, and scratched the back of his ears nervously, like a little monkey at a loss.

"Did you go...to buy food?"

The shopping bag was overwhelmed, and with a clatter, it stretched out a few leaves of lettuce, as if mocking Bo Shenyan's knowingly asking.

"Ang, yes, I bought some food and fruit," Yuan Jiayi hurriedly knelt down to tidy up, and replied without raising his head, "What would Mr. Bo want to eat tonight?"

Bo Shenyan looked at the light chestnut hair on top of his head without blinking.

"……whatever."

"Okay, Mr. Bo, please rest for a while. I will fry three dishes and stew a soup. Counting the time for the rice, it will be about... um... an hour and 10 minutes."

Yuan Jiayi didn't have eyes behind his back, so he couldn't see his burning gaze, so he still tilted his head and rubbed the back of his neck, striding towards the kitchen.

After putting away the ingredients, he hurriedly returned to the bedroom to change into his home clothes, his movements were quick but calm.

Pleasant to the eye.

It's still the same gray pajamas, and the feet seem to be... a new pair of plush socks?

It also has two small cartoon ears.

I thought that such a cold and gentle youth and cuteness are completely irrelevant, but when the two are combined together, there is a very unexpected contrast and cuteness, which makes people can't help but look at it again and again.

"Mr. Bo?"

The quilt in his hand was slightly pulled, and Bo Shenyan came back to his senses, and looked away from Yuan Jiayi's feet in embarrassment.

Recently, he has always been half-hearted and unable to concentrate. Maybe there is something wrong with his mind.

Bo Shenyan thought about it, and responded, "Ah? What did you say?"

Following Bo Shenyan's gaze, Yuan Jiayi saw the socks on his feet, and shrank back sensitively at first, and then confirmed that his ankles were not exposed. He might be looking at the ears on the socks, so he shrugged embarrassingly. Laughed a bit.

"Mr. Bo, I said this quilt is in the way, right? Let me put it away for you."

He always lowers himself like this, tactfully helping people solve troubles.

"……thanks."

Bo Shenyan loosened his strength, allowing Yuan Jiayi to easily pull the quilt away from his arms.

Although the quilt is light and thin, it still feels empty and empty when it suddenly leaves the embrace that has been hugged for a long time.

"You're welcome~"

Yuan Jiayi held the quilt with one hand, and scratched with his fingers behind his ears.

Bo Shenyan, who was empty-handed, turned on the light in the living room, turned around, and saw Yuan Jiayi's red skin behind his ear at a glance.

"What happened behind your ear?"

Although it was a question, Bo Shenyan still let his body move faster than his brain, walked quickly to Yuan Jiayi's side, held his cold and slender neck from behind, and looked down carefully.

"Mr. Bo."

Yuan Jiayi avoided Bo Shenyan's hand the moment he touched her, and looked up at him defensively.

"I, I see... the back of your ears are red."

The cold temperature of the back of the young man's neck still hung on his fingertips, and Bo Shenyan's ears were also red, and he stuttered to explain.

After saying that, I felt awkward again.

What does he do to meddle in these nosy things.

Red or not, what does it have to do with him?

Yuan Jiayi put down the quilt and came out of the bedroom, as if he suddenly remembered something, stood in front of Bo Shenyan and brushed his hair lightly, the dimples were deep, and he looked a little shy, "Mr. Brother's hair color, does it look like it?"

He had never seen a young man take the initiative to chat with him about trivial matters, and smiled at him with a relaxed expression. Bo Shenyan couldn't help but nodded dully.

"……nice."

"what?"

Yuan Jiayi's smile froze for a moment, didn't he ask if he looked like him?

On second thought, Sheng Lan is good-looking, he looks like Sheng Lan, and he is also good-looking.

After thinking through Bo Shenyan's words, Yuan Jiayi smiled again, "I'll cook, Mr. Bo."

"Then what happened to your ears?"

Bo Shenyan didn't forget to ask him the question behind his ear, and followed Yuan Jiayi to the kitchen.

Finding that there was still no way to escape, Yuan Jiayi gave him a quick look with blushing cheeks, with an embarrassed look on his face, "I... used a slightly cheaper hair dye at first, and did an allergy test, and it turned out that I was really allergic..."

"why?"

Why use cheap hair dye.

Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment, changed a basin to choose vegetables, and replied softly, "Ah... I don't know why I have allergies, maybe it's because my body is not suitable, allergies are not contagious, Mr. Bo, put it..."

Before he could say the word "heart", his words were interrupted by Bo Shenyan's slightly angry tone, "Why use cheap ones? Are allergies good?"

Surprised by Bo Shenyan's rare behaviors one after another, Yuan Jiayi stuttered and slowed down washing the vegetables, "I, I, thought it was all right."

"Why is it all right? Cheap things just don't work. You know you have a special physique and didn't take care of it. You deliberately want to worry me—" Bo Shenyan's voice stopped abruptly, he paused, his ears turned red, "...Are you worried that if you ruin your hair, it will affect Lanlan's meeting with grandma?"

Hearing this, Yuan Jiayi hastily put down the vegetable bowl, put his arms up in front of his chest and waved repeatedly, "It won't affect it, it won't affect it."

As if he was afraid that Bo Shenyan would not believe it, he tilted his head and turned the tail of his hair to show Bo Shenyan, "Look, Mr. Bo, there is only a small patch of redness here. The little brother from the barber shop showed it to me. It's not too serious. , It will disappear in a few days, and it will not affect the meeting with grandma."

The young man's slender Adam's apple rolled up and down, a little embarrassed, he repeated in a low voice, "Really."

Bo Shenyan sighed, feeling tight in his chest.

He... didn't mean that.

A specific ringtone rang in his pocket, Bo Shenyan had no time to care about Yuan Jiayi's mood, and hurried to the living room window to answer the phone.

Yuan Jiayi's thoughts on this aspect were extremely careless, he saw Bo Shenyan walk away, he didn't think much, turned around and turned on the range hood and started cooking.

Although this house is located in a villa area in the outskirts, the heating in winter is no worse than that in the city. Even Yuan Jiayi, who is afraid of the cold, is so hot that his forehead is sweating when he cooks.

Turning down the soup stove, Yuan Jiayi picked up the frying pan and put it in the sink to rinse it.

He was engrossed in his work, and with the sound of the range hood roaring in his ears, he didn't notice that Bo Shenyan had hung up the phone at all, and was leaning on Nakajima to watch his cooking.

Bo Shenyan looked Yuan Jiayi's back up and down, making a comparison in his heart.

If we only talk about appearance, Sheng Lan seems to be a bit inferior to the young man in front of him. The only thing that makes people feel that Yuan Jiayi is not as good as him is the feeling of flattery and humbleness that is revealed all the time in his bones.

Yuan Jiayi cleaned the pot, looked at the soup on the stove, raised his face and raised his voice, "Mr. Bo, eat—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly fell silent. He remembered that Bo Shenyan was on the phone just now, and he didn't know if he had hung up at this time. His yelling like this would easily ruin Mr. Bo's good deeds.

"Fool."

Yuan Jiayi scolded himself in a low voice, continued to wipe the water on the cooking table, and waited for a while before turning back to look at the caller.

"What idiot can eat?"

Bo Shenyan put away his mobile phone, walked over from the sofa and asked with a smile.

Just now he leaned behind Yuan Jiayi and watched for a while, but remembered that Yuan Jiayi was afraid of someone behind him, so he walked back to the sofa with light steps, and walked over as if he had just finished a phone call.

Sure enough, although Yuan Jiayi blushed, there was no look of fear on his face, just full of cowardice, "I'm the idiot...I can't eat, I asked Mr. Bo to eat."

The person who was too honest said something that seemed to be provocative, Bo Shenyan's eyes darkened, he really couldn't figure out whether Yuan Jiayi did it on purpose or was really ignorant.

The two sat at the dining table, eating with their own thoughts.

Just before putting down the chopsticks, Bo Shenyan said, "I'll find a way to deal with the redness and swelling behind my ears."

After speaking, he got up and pushed the chair away and went upstairs.

Yuan Jiayi saw that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say anything, and touched the back of his itchy ear with his hand, bowed his head and continued to eat.

It was completely dark. After Yuan Jiayi cleaned up the dishes, he took his knees down to have fun in the garden. One person and one dog returned home refreshed.

After running a little far just now, the stomach that had only been full for less than two hours became hungry again. Yuan Jiayi walked to the refrigerator with a guilty conscience, opened the door swiftly, took out something and rushed back to the bedroom.

Bo Shenyan sweated for an hour in the fitness room, sat on the stool to calm his slightly heaving chest, and closed his eyes agitatedly, trying to drive away the young man with light chestnut hair that always came to mind.

After a long time, he stood up, took a hasty shower, and went downstairs to get a fur ball for Nuomi.

"Is the glutinous rice fur ball in your room?"

He went straight to Yuan Jiayi's door.

"Yes, Mr. Bo, I'll send it out right away."

Through the door, Yuan Jiayi's voice sounded indistinct, as if something was stuffed in his mouth.

He stood at the door quietly waiting for the door to open, and said in a deep voice, "Grandma called before dinner, asking me to take you back to the old house on the day of the winter solstice."

Yuan Jiayi just turned the doorknob, holding the fur ball in his hand, his light-colored pupils were bright and watery, "Okay, Mr. Bo."

Bo Shenyan looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

He raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe off the egg tart residue on the corner of Yuan Jiayi's mouth that he didn't have time to wipe off.