Acting as a substitute

【Mom, I have been exposed professionally. The patient is carrying the HIV virus. Blood splashed into my eyes. However, I have already taken the triple blocking drug. Although the test result is positive now, I still hope that the three of us are not infected.Mom, after the window period, I want to go to the nursing home to see you again, I miss you so much, you must wait for me.Happy birthday, Mom, to you and to me. 】Yuan Jiayi pressed save, exited the phone memo interface, lay on the middle island and coughed for a while.

He looked at the time on the screen, [01:36].

Happy birthday, mom and Jiajia.

Picking up a spoon and digging a strawberry into his mouth, Yuan Jiayi slumped on the carpet due to loss of strength, closing his eyes tiredly and chewing.

The taste of mango is infinitely magnified on the tip of the tongue.

Mental hints that this matter is really wonderful, just after chewing twice, Yuan Jiayi's neck and lips began to itch again.

"... Chick," he scooped up a few more tablespoons and stuffed them into his mouth in anger. The cream hung on his lips and was wiped away casually by the back of his hand. "It's delicious."

He lay down and ran over with his big tail swung, with glutinous rice firmly on his head.

"You two can't eat." His face was already a little hot, and Yuan Jiayi could obviously feel his breathing becoming hot. He stretched out his legs and lightly kicked and twisted his buttocks to get down on the ground, "Go ,Go to sleep."

But it was still whimpering and squatting beside him, Nuomi felt bored, so she jumped off her head and swaggered into the sofa to sleep.

"Go and be good," Yuan Jiayi lightly kicked its ass, "Look at you fat."

"Ouch-"

Kneeling down with his neck raised, he yelped, his two big meaty paws were on Yuan Jiayi's legs, he wanted him to hug him.

Seeing its appearance, Yuan Jiayi sighed helplessly, "Little bastard, you know how to bully me. If I die, who do you bully?"

He leaned on the ground to get up, stretched out his hand to support his lying buttocks, and with his right hand, he picked up the dog that was almost half the height of his legs, and when he passed the sofa, he put the glutinous rice into his arms, and - together Into their room.

"Sleep well and don't come out."

Nausea and pain were churning in the stomach, Yuan Jiayi pinched its ears, pressed its stomach and walked out with an arched waist.

He has always been a person whose reason is greater than fantasy, but he has been suppressed for a long time, and everyone will want to be willful.

There is still more than half of the cake on the table.

Yuan Jiayi wanted to light a candle.

He had never lit a candle yet.

But there was no candle, not even a match.

Bo Shenyan was invited by the Sheng family to celebrate his birthday with Sheng Lan, but he was so drunk that he cried and tried to persuade him to stay in the guest room for one night. When he returned home, the sun had already set for several hours. For an hour, the well-heated living room also glowed with a hint of winter coolness.

The man's slippers are still in the entrance, so he probably hasn't come back yet.

Realizing that he started thinking about Yuan Jiayi again, Bo Shenyan couldn't help being a little annoyed—kicked off the pair of slippers whose fur couldn't be discerned, and went straight into the kitchen to pour water.

"Well……"

He stepped on something, and before Bo Shenyan lowered his head, the thing groaned in pain.

He hurriedly looked over, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yuan Jiayi?!"

Yuan Jiayi was lying on the ground, muttering something in a low voice, curled up the leg that was stepped on with a painful expression, put it in his arms and hugged it.

Bo Shenyan quickly squatted down to grab his shoulder, "Why did you fall asleep here?"

"Do not touch me."

The sleeping man waved his arms, as if he still had a sliver of sanity left, but it was to such an extent that he could easily be interrupted.

Yuan Jiayi's body temperature was extremely high, and before Bo Shenyan got close to him, he could already feel the burning breath between his mouth and nose.

"You have a fever, I'll carry you to bed," Bo Shen said. When Yuan Jiayi was still angry, after thinking about it, he himself became a little angry, and pinched his face with a little force, "You're bullying me, Do you still have the face to be angry?"

No matter how strong Bo Shenyan is, Yuan Jiayi is also an adult man who is more than half a meter tall. In addition, when he was shaking his arms dishonestly in his arms and throwing him on the bed, Bo Shenyan had already appeared. With a layer of sweat, panting and brushing his hair, he stood beside the bed and looked down at him.

This kid is too strong.

The instigator who was so exhausted turned over and hid himself under the quilt without moving.

Just when Bo Shenyan wondered if he had passed out, Yuan Jiayi suddenly cried out.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain... I won't mess with you anymore... You're angry, you hug me..."

Bo Shenyan looked at him silently.

Then turn around and walk out.

He has made up his mind.

After kicking Bo Shenrong out of the Beicheng business district and making sure that their mother and son have no more unreasonable thoughts about the Bo family, he will marry Sheng Lan.

Divorced Yuan Jiayi.

This was originally planned.

It was because of Yuan Jiayi's disguise that he got into trouble repeatedly.

Grandma should have liked Sheng Lan, and it was Yuan Jiayi who imitated him in order to win grandma's favor.

If Sheng Lan really appeared, grandma would forget about Yuan Jiayi.

"Mr. Thin..."

Yuan Jiayi finally found him in his whispers.

Bo Shenyan looked back, and found that Yuan Jiayi was hugging the little bear, buried his head in the bear's belly, his hair was rubbed with fluff, and there was static electricity.

"You..." If you go out again after being stopped, you will always feel uneasy in your conscience. Bo Shenyan tiptoes, but still turns around and walks back, pulling the quilt to his chin and covering him tightly, "Idiot."

I don't know who I'm talking about.

"Mr. Bo, I like you so much..." Yuan Jiayi was very obedient, even though Bo Shenyan tore off his little bear and put it beside the pillow, muttering non-stop.

Bo Shenyan's hand suddenly - paused.

like him?

He was about to ask joyfully, when Yuan Jiayi continued, "The little bear who gave me... Shirley Mei, is so cute..."

When Yuan Jiayi expressed his love, he was like a girl who got a Barbie princess, her feet hidden under the quilt were kicking happily.

Bo Shenyan suddenly remembered something.

He slowly lifted the corner of the quilt, and carefully took off the sock on Yuan Jiayi's right foot.

that scar.

Bo Shenyan gently grabbed Yuan Jiayi's ankle, feeling the slenderness and mottledness on it.

It was only when he touched his hot skin that he realized that the man was still running a fever.

He has no experience in taking care of others, so he can only try to recall what Yuan Jiayi did when he took care of him last time.

Bo Shenyan hurried to the kitchen to boil water, and when he saw the cake on the table, he felt suffocated again, his temples throbbing with anger.

Mother Song made it, so you just follow suit?

The fever-reducing medicine was half-forced and half-coaxed by him for a long time, and finally it was fed into Yuan Jiayi's mouth.

He moaned and complained about the bitterness of the medicine, Bo Shenyan opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a ebony plum he liked, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The last time I slept here, I discovered Yuan Jiayi's secret snack base.

Not a lot, but mostly ebony and chocolate.

A person who looks lukewarm, secretly likes to eat these sweet and sour gadgets.

"You're really hungry."

Bo Shenyan turned on the electric blanket to make him sleep comfortably, and was about to get up to leave, but Yuan Jiayi grabbed the corner of his clothes and refused to let him go.

"Mom, I," his voice was so hoarse that he had difficulty pronouncing it, "the moon is full and flowers are good, I want to sing."

It seems that the fever is really severe, and he loses everything when he speaks.

He reluctantly took off his shoes and got on the bed, hugged him in his arms, and let Yuan Jiayi lie on his chest, "Sing, sing for you."

Bo Shenyan hadn't heard this song very much, but fortunately, the tune was smooth and delicate, catchy, recalling the few lines Yuan Jiayi sang, he also stumbled and sang it down.

The young man's frowning eyebrows relaxed, and Bo Shenyan found it effective, so he sang it over and over again, until Yuan Jiayi snored, and then he tiptoed out of the room.

Yuan Jiayi felt that he had fallen into an abyss, where there was endless darkness, like clouds, and like the sea, he struggled desperately, but in vain.

He tried his best to hold his head up and try to breathe, but he seemed to be sucked into the center of the vortex, and let it bully him weakly.

Suddenly, he was supported by a strong force from below, which made him straighten up, find out the direction, and swim up desperately.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the gentle wind recited poems in his ears, smoothing the scratched blood on his face, warming Anyi.

Yuan Jiayi suddenly opened his eyes.

The foreign body sensation in his hand made him raise his hand curiously.

There are black hairs mixed between the fingers, roughly looking at it, there are probably more than ten strands.

whose hair?

He shook his head, before he had time to think about it, he looked down at his ankle, which seemed to be loosened by his turning over while sleeping, and didn't pay much attention to it. He turned over to find his phone, looked at the time on it, and hurriedly sat up .

I haven't eaten the longevity noodles yet.

When Yuan Miao was still in a normal state of mind, he would always cook a full pot of longevity noodles on their two birthdays.

At that time, Yuan Jiayi didn't like to eat noodles, so Yuan Miao would tell him that longevity noodles were not for himself, but for wishing the loved ones peace and prosperity, and a long and happy life. Will eat this bowl of noodles for him.

For this reason, Yuan Jiayi was kidnapped by Daode for more than ten years, and gradually formed a habit.

On his birthday, no matter how busy he is, he still eats a bowl of noodles and silently prays for him and Yuan Miao.

After a long sleep, Yuan Jiayi's condition is much better now.

He felt that he could almost rule out the possibility of infection. The fever was just because he hadn't had a good rest in the past few days.

So much so that when cooking the noodles, Yuan Jiayi even hummed softly.

There were layers of small rashes on the neck again, maybe a mango problem, or maybe a side effect of nevirapine.

I was thinking about things when I was down below, so I went down a bit more.

Yuan Jiayi was worried while holding half a bowl of noodles, picked up his chopsticks and sighed.

You have to finish it anyway, you can't waste it.

"Today... is your birthday?"

The author has something to say: I still have [-] saved manuscripts, I really want to release them impulsively, but thinking about the Chinese New Year in a few days, let’s forget it, the code will not move... QAQ hee hee, Diligence is also me, laziness is also me, bow~ (Actually, I am really capable, right?)

Thank you for watching, bow~

感谢在2021-02-0609:53:57~2021-02-0617:55:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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