Acting as a substitute

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry for your trouble." Because of the branding on the back of his waist, Yuan Jiayi didn't dare to sit on the sofa casually, so he could only stand in the room and wait for Wenger to go out, then take some medicine again, and treat the wound, "just Don't disturb your time anymore."

Wenger couldn't tell that he was issuing an order to evict the guest, so he nodded, turned and walked to the door, "If you need anything, just call the front desk, I have already explained."

"Thank you."

Yuan Jiayi was about to be unable to hold on any longer, and pressed his white knuckles against the back of the chair behind him, thanking Wenger politely.

As soon as the door was closed, he slid down the chair and sat on the ground in an instant, his whole body hurt so much that he didn't know what to do first.

He took off his shirt carefully, hoping that the close-fitting clothes would not be stuck to his body by blood. Fortunately, the T-shirt was quite wide, and it really didn't fit the wound, so it was easy to take off.

Yuan Jiayi walked into the bathroom with the bag in his hand, sat on the floor facing the full-length mirror slowly, skillfully and slowly took out various medicine bandages, gritted his teeth and groaned in pain.

After the battle, his back was already covered with cold sweat, seeping into the wound that had been wrapped up, causing an unbearable stinging pain again.

After two days of tossing around, Yuan Jiayi was already hungry, squatted down in front of the sofa, and started to devour the meal Wenger sent.

After eating, he didn't bother to check the messages on his phone, so he fell asleep on the bed.

When Yuan Jiayi went out, it was already evening. Although Bo Shenyan threatened him to throw away the dishes, he still put the dishes in a small pot to keep warm, lay on the sofa and watched TV while waiting for him to come home. When he gets home, he fires it up and reheats it.

After sending countless messages, nothing came of it. Except for the sentence "the other party is typing" at the beginning, there was no news of Yuan Jiayi.

Worried that making phone calls would affect his work, Bo Shenyan tossed and turned on the sofa with curiosity and agitation until it was light, and Yuan Jiayi hadn't come back yet. , long legs huddled into a ball and fell asleep peacefully on the sofa, scolding Yuan Jiayi countless times in his heart, but still helped him heat up the dishes in his dream.

The phone was thrown on the floor, and the annoying vibrations and ringtones entered Bo Shenyan's eardrums unceremoniously. He was a light sleeper, and would be awakened by the slightest movement. He immediately sat up when he heard the sound, touched the phone and answered the call .

"Speak carefully? Is Jiayi at home?!"

Sheng Lan's voice sounded anxious, and he asked Yuan Jiayi immediately.

Instead, Bo Shenyan was stunned by the question, thinking that Yuan Jiayi had sneaked back and made no noise, so he quickly glanced at his bedroom, the door was still wide open, he rubbed his hairline irritably, "No."

"You... usually sleep together?" Sheng Lan asked hesitantly, "Otherwise, why would you answer me so quickly?"

Bo Shenyan was extremely speechless at his nonsense, and sighed, "Can you stop thinking about what you have? I just woke up and went to the company, which is on the first floor."

Sheng Lan timely changed her voice to be aggrieved and resigned, playing the role of innocence perfectly, "Shen Yan, I have something to ask Jiayi, but I can't get in touch with him..."

"what's up?"

"Dad wants to ask him to come back for a reunion dinner. After all, he didn't come home on New Year's Eve. Dad misses him a lot... So Shen Yan, if you can contact Jiayi, you must ask him to call me. Dad really wants to call me." miss him very much."

Yuan Jiayi was missed by his family, and Bo Shenyan was also happy to hear that, so he happily agreed to Sheng Lan's request, "Okay, I will call you after I get in touch with him."

Realizing that Sheng Lan was still as gentle and considerate as before, Bo Shenyan couldn't help regretting being so rude to him just now, and added, "Wear more clothes when you go out to film, pay attention to your body, and don't catch a cold."

"Good word of mouth."

Sheng Lan seemed to be heartbroken, and hung up the phone in a low voice.

With the reputation of being a teacher, Bo Shenyan finally had the confidence to call Yuan Jiayi. He leisurely raked his hair and dialed Yuan Jiayi.

...shut down?

Played several times and still the same.

Bao Shenyan rested his arm on his head, threw the phone upwards, turned his palm to catch it, threw it up again, caught it again, finally lost his patience, sat up and called the phone again.

Still shutting down.

Just as he was about to check the phone number of the original Jiayi department, the screen suddenly lit up, and he received a text message with a picture from an unfamiliar number.

In the photo is the back view of two men with their arms around their shoulders, Bo Shenyan instantly recognized Yuan Jiayi who was being hooped around his waist.

What's up with him?injured?Otherwise, why do you need someone to help you walk?

Subconsciously, Bo Shenyan straightened his back, quickly lifted the quilt and went to the kitchen to drink some water to wake himself up, and carefully zoomed in on the picture for a closer look.

Although the marriage between him and Yuan Jiayi is kept secret, it may not be a secret for a long time to the family members who are staring at the Bo family, but they dare not disturb him at will. It's not a surprise either.

I just want to find out what happened to Yuan Jiayi earlier, and want to take him home as soon as possible.

Before he could reply to the text message asking where the other party was, the second message had already been sent.

【Beicheng East Road, Wens Group Hotel 1203】

Bo Shenyan didn't have time to care about who this strange number was, so he hurried upstairs to wash his face and change clothes, grabbed the car keys and went out.

Impatiently running through three or four red lights along the way, Bo Shenyan reached the hotel entrance, threw the key to the parking staff, and walked into the elevator with long legs.

With the matter of Lu Cheng first, he no longer believed that Yuan Jiayi was the kind of person who clings to the powerful, but he didn't realize it until he knocked on the door of the room where Yuan Jiayi was and saw the person standing in the room. To, he may have really overestimated.

The person he had thought about all night stood in front of him intact, his hair was disheveled but it was not because of him, and his cheeks were so flushed that he didn't look like the frail one in the photo, except for the dark blue under his eyes and a little pale lips , the state of the whole person looks lazy and comfortable, like a vixen who has been full of yang energy.

"You don't go home..." Bo Shenyan didn't want to think of the bad, even though the fingertips holding the doorknob became cold, his eyes glanced at the messy clothes on the floor, and his expression was a little helpless, he still pretended Tsukuru asked casually, "Why don't you go home? I didn't pour the food."

After listening to what he said, Yuan Jiayi seemed to be a different person. He pursed his lips and smiled, with frivolous eyes, "Mr. Bo, why are you here?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

Bo Shenyan couldn't help but feel a little strange, he stepped forward to hold Yuan Jiayi's hand and take him home, but Yuan Jiayi struggled away and lazily lay back on the bed.

"What kind of look? Also, why should I go home?" Yuan Jiayi coughed, took a sip of water from the bedside table to moisten his throat, and looked at Bo Shenyan who followed him in, "Besides, that is my home?"

"What happened to you today? Why did you say these words? Why did you suddenly lose your temper?"

Bo Shenyan bent down and picked up the clothes on the ground, folded them neatly on the sofa, sat at the end of Yuan Jiayi's bed and stared at him blankly.

Yuan Jiayi didn't answer, but turned his head to admire the scenery outside the window.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"out of battery."

Bo Shenyan didn't believe it, and reached for his mobile phone, but Yuan Jiayi didn't stop him.

Seeing the lit screen, Bo Shenyan sneered, "Is this out of battery?"

Yuan Jiayi didn't say anything more.

A knock on the door interrupted the deadly silence between the two.

Bo Shenyan strode over to open the door, and looked at the people outside the door with a hellish face.

"Mr. Bo?" Wenger was quite surprised. Although he greeted politely, he did not act politely. He passed Bo Shenyan and walked into the room, putting the useless room card back in his pocket, "Jiayi, I I cooked porridge for you, put pumpkin and rock sugar in it."

"What do you call him?"

Bo Shenyan slammed the door angrily, and chased after Wenger in disbelief, like a dog protecting food.

Holding the dinner plate, Wenger couldn't break free, so he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Bo Shenyan, "Mr. Bo is going to hit me?"

"Mr. Bo, isn't it impolite for you to do this? My relationship with you is not enough for you to meddle in my private affairs."

Yuan Jiayi's face became paler and paler, he sat up straight and frowned as he watched Bo Shenyan clamp Wenger's hand.

It is indeed stated in the agreement not to interfere with the other party's emotional life, and this alone is Bo Shenyan's foul.

"Okay, okay." Bo Shenyan sneered angrily, "I'm so fucking redundant, I just eat enough and have nothing to do! It doesn't matter to me which man you like to sleep with!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, slamming the door loudly.

"May I take the liberty to ask, what is your relationship with Boss?"

Wenger put down the dinner plate and tucked the corner of the quilt for Yuan Jiayi.

Ever since he left Yuan Jiayi's room in the morning, he had been thinking about it terribly. He knew that it was love at first sight.

He admitted that he was very abrupt, without Yuan Jiayi's consent, he took his room card and went into the room to check his condition, thinking that he had a fever, but he saw his back tightly wrapped in bandages at a glance .

Being caught on the spot, Yuan Jiayi couldn't explain why he didn't go to the hospital with unusual injuries, so he could only beg Wenger to keep it a secret.

Wenger had no intentions, so he naturally agreed, helped Yuan Jiayi re-wrap the bandage on his arm, and then went to the back kitchen to cook porridge for him.

Yuan Jiayi held the porridge bowl, licked the corners of his lips, and looked at Wenger again, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I can't."

Because he didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Bo Shenyan.

Not a relative, not a lover, not even... maybe not even a friend.

Wenger knew that he was talking too much, so he nodded, leaving the space for Yuan Jiayi alone.

Yuan Jiayi ate a few more mouthfuls of porridge, holding the bowl and half-closed his eyes wearily.

After a while, he finally set his eyes on the bag at the end of the bed.

There's...a bug in there.

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