Acting as a substitute

"Yuan Jiayi, what's wrong with you?"

Bo Shenyan saw that Yuan Jiayi's arms propped up by the toilet were trembling slightly, so he hurriedly squatted beside him and held his arms, sharing part of his weight.

"I..." Yuan Jiayi vomited in embarrassment. He really had no strength, so he had to hold Bo Shenyan's hand tightly and sit up straight. Panting, he turned to look at the open bedroom door, "Mr. Bo... close the door first." For a moment, don't let grandma and mother Song hear..."

"Okay, sit tight, I'll close the door."

Bo Shenyan nodded in approval, but he was still a little annoyed at the young man's carefulness all the time.

Why is he always like this.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Yuan Jiayi blinked wearily against the wall, pressed the flush button, and looked up at Bo Shenyan who came in again.

"Rest first, I'm done vomiting."

Spit up?

In other words, because he needs to rest, he can hold back and not vomit, does that mean?

Seeing the gloomy face of the man, Yuan Jiayi didn't reply for a long time. He felt guilty that he had caused him trouble, and hurriedly said, "Mr. let's go."

As he spoke, he stood up with great effort from the ground, tentatively squeezed through the gap between Bo Shenyan and the door frame.

Before stepping out of the bathroom, someone grabbed his shoulders and slapped him against the wall, but what touched his back was not the cold and hard wall, but Bo Shenyan's warm palm.

"Are you allergic to strawberries?"

Is it crazy to eat so many strawberries knowing that you are allergic?

"...No," Yuan Jiayi was so flustered that he didn't dare to look into his eyes, and turned his head to avoid the close distance between the two of them, "It's mango... There is a little mango in that little cake... I thought it was okay... ..."

The dishes Song Ma made were all made for Sheng Lan before. Knowing that he was not in good health, she would not make a new dish at will, but she didn't know that Yuan Jiayi was not Sheng Lan, so she followed the old recipe. I made a copy of the dessert I made, but I didn't expect Yuan Jiayi to be allergic to mangoes.

The embarrassing atmosphere continued to heat up, and the rash on Yuan Jiayi's neck and chin became more and more itchy, and the more he tried to restrain himself, the more serious it became.

Seeing that Bo Shenyan's face was getting better, he slowly raised his hand and scratched it a few times.

"You're still scratching!" Bo Shenyan grabbed his wrist angrily, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. What are you trying to do?"

"I have eaten mangoes three times before, and the second time I found out that I was allergic," Yuan Jiayi rubbed his neck with the back of his hand, and looked at the slippers on his feet with drooping eyelashes, "The third time I didn't have any allergic symptoms, I thought it was all right .”

Bo Shenyan frowned, raised his hand to wipe off the water stain on Yuan Jiayi's chin, and said in a warm voice, "Then what should we do now, do you have loratadine?"

"Yes." Seeing him wiping his mouth, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe off the water stains on Bo Shenyan's fingertips, his ears turned red and wanted to slip out, "I'm going to take the medicine."

Hearing that he had medicine, Bo Shenyan couldn't help but feel relieved, but then he became irritable again, why did he have all kinds of medicine, how much did he secretly take on weekdays.

He followed Yuan Jiayi out of the bathroom, and stood by the wall not too far away to watch him.

The young man turned sideways to him, lowered his head to search in his backpack, and raised his arms from time to time to rub his eyes that were a little red due to allergies.

"Don't knead."

Bo Shenyan sent out a reminder at the right time. Seeing that the little hedgehog's shoulders stiffened with its soft belly curled up, he quickly put down his hands without daring to look back.

He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

It's cute enough.

After he found the medicine, he immediately picked up the water cup on the bedside table and wanted to drink it. Bo Shenyan worriedly walked over and took the cup from him, tested the temperature, "I'll pour you some warm water."

Before Yuan Jiayi refused, he walked out.

When Yuan Jiayi heard Song Ma's worried voice, she was asking if he was not feeling well, but Bo Shenyan reassured her and said no.

This is what it feels like to be cared about.

He put his hands on his chest where his heart was, squinted his eyes and leaned against the corner of the bed to recollect.

"Take the medicine and have a good rest, go to bed and lie down," Bo Shenyan took Yuan Jiayi's empty glass of water and put it on the table, got up and went to the bathroom to wet the towel, then sat back on the side of the bed, like a waiter Like glutinous rice when I was a child, I wiped Yuan Jiayi's face meticulously, "Go to sleep."

Listening to Bo Shenyan's voice that made him feel safe, Yuan Jiayi's eyelids gradually became heavy. Even though the man was sitting beside his bed, he closed his eyes without any vigilance as usual.

When he woke up again, it was already close to sunset, the back of Bo Shenyan sitting in front of the desk was covered with a layer of gilded halo by the afterglow.

Yuan Jiayi sat up with his elbows behind him, subconsciously touched the wound on his back, and found that he hadn't been touched, so he breathed out in relief.

"woke up?"

Bo Shenyan didn't look back, and concentrated on his work while staring at the computer screen in front of him.

"Well, wake up."

It is said that when you wake up in the evening, you will feel abandoned by the world.

Yuan Jiayi leaned against the head of the bed, staring at his new world with bent eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bo Shenyan closed the computer, walked over and bent down to check the rash on Yuan Jiayi's neck, and at the end, lightly patted his hairy head.

"It's nothing." Yuan Jiayi pursed his swollen lips, got out of bed and put on slippers, went to the bathroom to look at his neck in the mirror, and found that it hadn't subsided, so he walked out dejectedly, "My brother eats mangoes. No allergies, will Grandma and Song Ma notice something during dinner later?"

Bo Shenyan, who was playing with his neckline, suddenly had an idea.

The dishes for dinner are very light, and the quantity is not much, only six dishes.

Like Yuan Jiayi, Qin Yue'e slept for half the afternoon, came out of the bedroom refreshed, and was quite interested in helping Song Ma clean up the kitchen waste.

"Children, it's time for dinner."

Seeing that there was no movement in the bedroom of the two of Yuan Jiayi for a long time, but the dishes were getting cold, she went to the door and knocked.

Yuan Jiayi's panicked response came from the room immediately, "Good grandma, I... well, let's go out right away."

Sitting at the dining table, Qin Yue'e and Song Ma looked at Yuan Jiayi, who was obviously wearing Bo Shenyan's clothes, at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled clearly.

Yuan Jiayi was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. Because the size was too large, the necklines were piled up together, which made him look pale and weak in his laziness.

The delicate corner of the jaw was slightly pink, as if it had been rubbed red vigorously. Looking down along the beautifully shaped neckline, an extremely eye-catching green-red hickey came into view.

Watched by the two elders, Yuan Jiayi struggled to walk, and almost got into the kennel where he lay down in embarrassment, but the instigator still cheerfully pushed his waist and walked forward.

"Let's go, let's eat."

Yuan Jiayi's heart beat faster when he thought of the marks Bo Shenyan had left on him where he didn't have the rash.

"Make some marks here, grandma and the others won't be embarrassed to look down, and they won't notice the red rash below."

He is so deceitful.

Grandma and the others...obviously paid more attention.

After dinner, Mama Song received a call from Bo Ling, telling her that if she took the old lady out for a walk, she should wear a few more snug sweaters for her, which would be more effective than wearing a thick coat.

Song Ma naturally agreed, and happily conveyed to Qin Yue'e the old man's concern for her.

While the two elders were going out, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly nested in bed thinking hard, thinking about how to make Bo Shenyan not stay in his room at night.

While thinking about it, Bo Shenyan had already finished taking a shower, swaggered in in his bathrobe, and sat down at the desk confidently, "Grandma is going to rest when she comes back, and we should go to bed early, so don't disturb grandma."

Yuan Jiayi's back was already on the head of the bed, and when he heard him say "we", he quickly shrank back, frowning in pain, and glanced towards the desk where Bo Shenyan was sitting.

"What are you looking at?"

Bo Shenyan followed his gaze and looked back at the table behind him, asking puzzledly.

"It's nothing." Yuan Jiayi shook his head, pulled the collar of his pajamas to cover the marks on his neck, "I haven't cleaned the table for two days, it looks a bit dirty, I should clean it up."

"Is it dirty?" Bo Shenyan was even more surprised, "I wiped it when you were sleeping this afternoon, didn't you clean it?"

Yuan Jiayi couldn't find a reason, his face was flushed from holding back, and he wanted to pretend to be dizzy to escape Bo Shenyan's questioning, when the cell phone of the man opposite him suddenly rang.

"I'll go take a call."

Bo Shenyan stood up, looked at Yuan Jiayi reluctantly, and turned to go out.

Rather than being unable to hide, it is better to take the initiative, save some face for yourself, and prepare the bedding in advance, so that the distance between the two can be separated in advance.

Thinking of this, Yuan Jiayi quickly sat up straight and asked.

"Mr. Bo, where do you like to sleep?"

Bo Shenyan held the phone and hadn't connected it yet. Listening to his question, he turned around and pointed in a random direction to answer, "This way is fine, I can do whatever I want."

Seeing him go to the sofa in the living room and sit down, Yuan Jiayi climbed off the bed, laid out the quilt neatly, and moved his little quilt to the border where it almost fell out of the bed.

After making the phone call, Bo Shenyan went to bring Yuan Jiayi a cup of hot water for later medicine, closed the bedroom door with his backhand, and went to bed beside Yuan Jiayi.

The mattress at hand sank deeply, and Yuan Jiayi, who had long been curled up in the quilt and pretended to be asleep, clenched his trembling fingers, and didn't plan to take any medicine, he just wanted to let the night pass quickly.

But Bo Shenyan seemed to know that he was not asleep, and helped him press the corner of the quilt to his chin, revealing his face pretending to be asleep.

"Your father is out of danger, but there will be sequelae of fatigue and poor activity endurance. Forget it, you are a doctor, you understand."

After all, he also lay down on the pillow, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

This little hedgehog's bed is really comfortable.

And warm, and big.

The author has something to say: Xiaobo sucked my baby Jiajia, I want to chop off his little octopus mouth, hum~

I'm going out to buy some things, and I'll continue to code when I come back. There are two updates today, thank you for liking~

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感谢在2021-02-0320:24:29~2021-02-0413:40:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Hong; 2 bottles of cp and Ye Yuntang; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!