Acting as a substitute

"What are you hiding in the house and stealing?"

Bo Shen said something with a smile on his face, subconsciously wanting to tease him.

"Mr. Bo...I'm sorry," Yuan Jiayi saw that he hadn't received the fur ball, and apologized slightly with frowned eyes, his voice trembling, "I went out and bought four egg tarts today, but I didn't bring them to you... "

No matter when, as long as you joke with him, you will be disappointed.

Because his reaction was a bit too exaggerated.

Bo Shenyan glared at him irritably.

Yuan Jiayi buried his head very low, peeking at Bo Shenyan's shadow on the ground, his fingertips gradually became cold.

This terrifying silence always reminded him of that dark experience.

At that time, he was as greedy as he is today. He bought a discounted egg tart that was processed overnight. After school, he wanted to hide it under the table and eat it secretly. His face was so swollen that he could barely see his eyes, and his mouth was bleeding. Yuan Miao regained his senses and sat on the ground crying in his arms.

But he never complained about Yuan Miao.

She gave him life and loved him deeply like a normal mother.

So he has no complaints.

Yuan Jiayi also loves her. His motivation every day is to make money, and he is willing to work hard for the Sheng family. He only hopes that one day, when Sheng Lan's body recovers, Sheng Jianghe will let their mother and child go. You can leave this city with Yuan Miao who has been cured, buy a small yard with a garden in a certain Yanyu ancient town in the south, and raise a dog for the rest of your life.

"Yuan Jiayi?"

Bo Shenyan stretched out his hand and pushed his shoulder, nervously watching his hollow expression as if his soul had come out of his body.

Pushed back to his senses, Yuan Jiayi's heart beat like a drum, he half-closed his eyes in fear and waited for his possible slap.

"what happened to you?"

Bo Shenyan held his arm and shook it gently.

Yuan Jiayi trembled a lot, but didn't dare to dodge, almost crying, "I won't steal food again."

The smell of hair dye on the young man's head drifted into his breath, even though Yuan Jiayi said that he had changed to a relatively better one now, but this smell smelled in Bo Shenyan's nose, and it still made him frown.

Although I was surprised by what he said, the most important thing in front of me is to wash off the smell on his head as soon as possible, otherwise it will be bad for your health. Besides, when you return to the old house in a few days, you have to get close to the grandmother with extremely weak resistance .

"You don't have to steal it, you can eat whatever you want," Bo Shenyan grasped Yuan Jiayi's thin shoulders with both hands, and said in a gentle voice, "Now... can you take a bath first? I'll take a shower later Let me tell you about grandma."

Yuan Jiayi swallowed, infected by his gentle demeanor, held his breath and mustered up the courage to look up at him, and repeatedly confirmed that Bo Shenyan didn't seem to be lying to him, so he felt relieved and nodded violently in relief.

Seeing him walking into the house with his slippers on, Bo Shenyan was so curious about his past for the first time.

Why is he so easily afraid, and why is he always pleasing.

A big man with no temper or dignity at all, he only knows how to put money in his pocket, and everything else seems to have nothing to do with him.

Bo Shenyan unceremoniously followed Yuan Jiayi, walked into his bedroom, sat down on the desk, and watched him enter the bathroom majestically.

"Mr. Thin..."

After a long time, I heard Yuan Jiayi chanting something in the bathroom, Bo Shenyan was about to get up to look, when he heard a voice calling him, and hurried over to answer.

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Bo, I bought soap and shampoo today, but they are in the shopping bag on the desk, can you help me get them?"

Yuan Jiayi knew that Bo Shenyan was outside the door, he was already drenched, and it was inconvenient to go out at this time, so he boldly asked Bo Shenyan for help.

"Okay, right now."

Bo Shenyan wished that Yuan Jiayi would say a few more words to him, so that his mood would no longer be as depressed and pitiful as before.

He turned back to the desk, opened the fastened shopping bag, and rummaged through it.

It took him a long time to hold a bottle of shampoo, his eyes fixed on the name on the bottle.

Clearance Men's Shampoo?

This? ? ?

"Did you buy a fake one?"

Bo Shenyan was afraid that his enviable hair would be wiped out by this shampoo, so he walked to the bathroom door with the bottle in hand and questioned.

"No, Mr. Bo, I've been using this all the time."

Yuan Jiayi stretched out an arm to get the shampoo, and the hot air inside floated out through the crack of the door.

The long and slender fingers that had been soaked in water were wrinkled, looking like a newborn kitten with wrinkled skin, Bo Shenyan squeezed the soap and shampoo into his hands with a suppressed smile, "Hold on, two."

After tossing and turning inside for a while, Yuan Jiayi slowly opened the door in his previous pajamas, his fair cheeks with a little flesh were puffed up, and he looked younger.

Bo Shenyan suddenly regretted coming in with him.

The young man had a light blue towel that had been washed white on his head, and he came out of the bathroom with his eyebrows stretched out. Seeing Bo Shenyan's complicated eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his ears embarrassingly, "Mr. Please sit down, my room is messy...don't mind."

"Okay." After happily accepting the steps Yuan Jiayi gave him, Bo Shenyan sat back at the desk just now, and looked away from Yuan Jiayi's collarbone, "Let me tell you about grandma's habits, so that you It will be easier to make her happy."

"Good Mr. Bo."

Yuan Jiayi bit his lip and walked to Bo Shenyan's side, reached for the small notebook on the table, took off the cap of the pen, and sat down on the couch at the end of the bed in an orderly manner, waiting for the next sentence.

There were scattered snowflakes outside the window, and soon they covered the ground, and the cold wind blew gently, and then scattered again.

Bo Shenyan didn't know why he spoke so slowly, he could finish the matter in just a few words, but he waited until Yuan Jiayi's hair was almost dry, then pretended to yawn and wanted to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of Yuan Jiayi's room holding the glutinous rice ball, he heard someone behind him calling him, "Mr. Bo, this..."

"what?"

Hearing Yuan Jiayi's voice, Bo Shenyan immediately turned around and asked with great interest.

"These are the cotton trousers I bought on the street today." Yuan Jiayi seemed a little embarrassed, holding a pair of heavy trousers in his hands, and lightly scratched his thumb on the pulp of his index finger. "I bought a pair for you too. The weather is getting worse." It's getting colder, so take good care of your bones."

Noticing that Bo Shenyan's eyes didn't seem to resist much, he took the courage to take a step forward, hoping earnestly for him to accept.

"For me?"

Bo Shenyan raised his eyebrows slightly, took the pair of pants, and accidentally saw the price tag, 488?

He might be the only one who would buy such poor-quality pants, but it was his kindness after all, so he refused to accept them.

Tilting his head, he saw that there was one on Yuan Jiayi's bed that looked exactly the same, and he strode over to pick up that one, "I want this."

Yuan Jiayi was a little flustered, and hurriedly followed his footsteps to stop him, "Mr. Bo, you can't do this."

"Could it be that yours is better than mine? I want this."

Bo Shenyan wanted to tease him again, but seeing Yuan Jiayi's nervous expression, he suddenly became curious about the price of these pants.

Isn't it really better than what was given to him?

He flipped through the tag, and looked at Yuan Jiayi with a choked chest.

"Why did you buy 68 yuan?"

Not even a fraction of his.

Yuan Jiayi lowered his head and folded the towels in his hands neatly, not daring to look back at Bo Shenyan, and said in embarrassment, "I... I'm used to wearing this brand, it's quite comfortable."

Bo Shenyan didn't expose Yuan Jiayi's lame lies, put down the thin pair of pants, picked up his own, turned and walked out.

Maybe it's because I've been alone for a long time, and I only have company in the north. Yuan Jiayi always feels that the winter solstice in Beicheng looks more grand.

On this day, the dumpling shop on the side of the road was full of people, full of fireworks.

Yuan Jiayi lay on the car window and stared intently until Bo Shenyan drove into the alley and stopped in front of a courtyard house.

"arrive."

Bo Shenyan really wanted to lick that hairy head, but he held back, stretched his arm and took the gift that Yuan Jiayi bought for his grandparents in advance from the back seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Oops, ring."

Bo Shenyan touched his pocket and said in a low voice.

He didn't have a ring on his body, he just touched it subconsciously.

"Ring?" Yuan Jiayi didn't hear what he said clearly, but seeing his flustered face, he hurriedly pulled out his pocket with his backhand, holding a plain men's ring between calloused fingertips, and broke into Bo Shenyan's room. Sight, "Mr. Bo, are you looking for this?"

He was holding the ring in one hand and the gift in the other, his often pale cheeks were so lovely.

"How do you know?" Bo Shenyan took the ring and looked at him strangely.

"I guess grandma would definitely want to see it, so I brought it all with me."

Yuan Jiayi was a little embarrassed, fiddled with the slightly long bangs on his forehead unaccustomed, and smiled with his lips pursed.

Bo Shenyan did not take the heavy object from Yuan Jiayi's hand, but reached out to touch his waist.

"Mr. Bo?"

Yuan Jiayi was knocked out of his wits, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps, looking at him in horror.

"I want to take out your ring too," Bo Shenyan was furious as he stared at a hooligan, and explained angrily. After speaking, he seemed puzzled, and then said, "You think I'm Can I see you? Want to take advantage of you?"

Yuan Jiayi has never responded to such words, and Yuan Jiayi can only docilely stick out his left crotch as he said earlier, "It's in this pocket."

Bo Shenyan took out Yuan Jiayi's ring smoothly, pulled his hand slightly roughly, and put it on swiftly.

"go in."

"……it is good."

When the cold metal touched the warm skin, Yuan Jiayi should have felt chills, but Yuan Jiayi retracted his hand suddenly as if being scorched by a flame, his ears turned red.