Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi fell asleep straight into the night.

When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black.

It was the dimness he was used to.

The snow outside the window was mixed with the black to blue night sky, and the coldness caused by the combination of the two made him shiver uncontrollably.

The scene of heart-piercing crying at noon hurt his vitality, and his swollen eyes hurt a little more than his sore throat.

Yuan Jiayi tilted his head and coughed twice, then sighed.

"……you're awake?"

I felt a tingle between my fingers, like hair.

Yuan Jiayi hastily raised his hand to get out of the way, and squinted his head to look over.

He has been lying here?

"Don't move, watch out for the wound."

Bo Shenyan's voice was exhausted, and he changed the posture of lying on the bedside to sitting beside Yuan Jiayi, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"..."

Yuan Jiayi moved his lips, but he couldn't make a sound, he raised his eyes with difficulty, followed Bo Shenyan's hand and looked up at his forehead.

Amused by his dumbfounded appearance, Bo Shenyan couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him.

In the end, I still sucked the little lips that I have been thinking about for a long time.

The person lying on the pillow was earnestly pecked and kissed, and his bright eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

Ling Bo Shenyan caught affection in those light-colored pupils.

He kissed again and again, and then slowly left Yuan Jiayi's lips, and said softly.

"I have something to tell you."

"You say."

Yuan Jiayi's throat hurts badly, and he speaks in a breathy voice.

"Lanlan called me just now." Bo Shenyan pinched Yuan Jiayi's earlobe and twirled lightly, with a complicated expression, afraid of seeing a sad expression on Yuan Jiayi's seemingly vulnerable face, "He said you Papa needs to recuperate physically, he is going to Switzerland next week, he may have to..."

Seeing that Bo Shenyan paused, Yuan Jiayi thought he hadn't heard him, so he tilted his head and brought his ears closer.

Bo Shenyan kissed his ear apologetically, "He might have to come over."

Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then realized his emotions, quickly adjusted his expression, grinned and said, "Ah, yes, then congratulations to Mr. Bo."

He suppressed the discomfort in his throat, and tried his best to speak out. He almost lost his voice for the next few words, but it was as if he was breathing with himself, and he coughed to complete the words.

"I'm going to move out tomorrow, cough," Yuan Jiayi looked very uncomfortable, he pushed his dull chest up, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I will clean up the room very well."

Then I felt stupid again.

How could Sheng Lan, who had been thinking about it day and night, live in this room like him.

He pursed his lips in embarrassment.

When Bo Shenyan saw him smiling, he didn't even feel disappointed at all, but the heart that should have let go became even more clogged.

He hurriedly explained: "Maybe it will take a while, after a while you will be able to move back."

Yuan Jiayi nodded and did not reply.

how is this possible.

Going abroad to recuperate is just an excuse for Sheng Jianghe.

The Sheng family still felt that he was an eyesore, so they came up with such a way to drive him away.

Besides, this is not the place where he should live.

Is it possible that after staying here for a long time, will it really become his?

"I'll find you a house, not far from your hospital, I have a small apartment there..." Bo Shenyan saw him lower his eyes, thinking about something in his heart, then kissed the tip of his chin, "Although it is only about 130 square meters, you will live there for a while, and when your father recovers, he will leave."

Yuan Jiayi calmly avoided Bo Shenyan's kiss, sat up with his elbows propped up, and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, Mr. Bo, before I came here, I lived in a house. Well, it's very convenient."

Bo Shenyan looked at him firmly, trying to find evidence of his lying under his eyes, but after staring for a long time, there was nothing in Yuan Jiayi's eyes except for the glistening water.

"Okay then, I'll help you move..."

"No, no, Mr. Bo, cough...I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, it's inconvenient for us to meet again," Yuan Jiayi coughed non-stop while covering his mouth, his throat was sore and itchy, as if punishing him for being in the middle of the day yelled, "Besides, I don't have much luggage, so I'll move out in one trip."

Seeing that Bo Shenyan was still staring at him, Yuan Jiayi was a little flustered, he bit his lip and bit it again, finally racked his brains to find a reason to avoid his gaze, "I, I'll pack my luggage first. Mr. Bo, it's late, you should go upstairs and sleep."

After all, he was worried that Bo Shenyan would hold him back again, so he hurriedly threw off the quilt and got out of bed to look for slippers.

"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten for so long."

Bo Shenyan touched his face, looking very reluctant to go out.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook some noodles for you," Yuan Jiayi put on his slippers, lightly touched his bandage-wrapped arm, and slept all afternoon. It doesn't hurt much now, but it's a little stiff. "Uh, is the noodles okay?"

"Okay," Bo Shenyan followed him out of the bedroom, "I'll cook."

Lie down and flicked its big tail around Yuan Jiayi and walked around non-stop, Nuomi lay restlessly on Yuan Jiayi's lap and didn't look at him.

Bo Shenyan was wearing an apron and bent over to cut tomatoes. He did not do it skillfully, and the juice splashed on his face, making him dodge back from the cold.

Yuan Jiayi pursed his lips, frowned slightly, picked up Nuomi and walked to him, "Mr. Bo, why don't I come."

"No, you just sit there." Bo Shenyan leaned over and sucked his lips lightly, "Just look at me."

Yuan Jiayi's mood was extremely chaotic.

He knew that Yuan Miao was struggling on the line of life and death at this time, and Sheng Jianghe always had a way to let those medical staff who could no longer be called life-saving and healing the wounded trample on Yuan Miao's life wantonly.

And he can't do anything here.

He didn't even know where Yuan Miao was.

After eating the noodles cooked by Bo Shenyan, Yuan Jiayi thanked him, said good night, and went back to his bedroom quietly.

"Not together..."

sleep?

Bo Shenyan's words were swallowed by himself, and Yuan Jiayi deliberately kept him out of the door.

He knew that the Sheng family's parents did it on purpose, but there was nothing he could do. Sheng Lan was the benefactor of his grandparents, that is, his benefactor.

Never be ungrateful.

When Sheng Lan comes in, tell him clearly.

The marriage contract between the two families is void, but he will still help the Sheng family with all his might.

The light in Yuan Jiayi's bedroom was turned off, and Bo Shenyan stood by his door for a while, then turned and went upstairs.

The door upstairs was closed, and a faint lamp was lit in the bedroom that had just been turned off.

Yuan Jiayi climbed down from the bed, tiptoed to the desk and turned on the computer.

When he was washing in the bathroom just now, he went in with his mobile phone, hid on the toilet and contacted the previous landlord, saying that he wanted to live back, and it would be okay to add 200 yuan to the monthly rent, but the landlord told him regretfully that The house was rented out in the second month after he left.

In desperation, after Bo Shenyan fell asleep, he got up and looked for a house on the computer.

In the past two days, he had exhausted a lot of energy, and Yuan Jiayi was very hungry, so he nestled on the chair, staring at the computer screen with an apple in his mouth.

After contacting three landlords who were relatively close to the hospital, they briefly learned about the situation of the house. After making an appointment to see the house tomorrow morning, Yuan Jiayi went to brush his teeth again, lay down in bed contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, my eyes were opened by the alarm clock.

Yuan Jiayi squeezed off the screen, quickly got up and took a shower.

Walking out of the bedroom, he immediately saw the small pot on the stove that Bo Shenyan had cooked porridge for him.

There are still words written on it: The company has something to do, wait for me to come back.

He took the paper off the pot, held it close to his eyes and looked at it several times, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his shirt.

Open the pot, there is still the familiar white porridge inside.

Yuan Jiayi smiled, and sat on the edge of the dining table holding a small pot, the temperature was just right, he took a spoon and ate in big mouthfuls, swallowing extremely fast.

After breakfast, I went to comb the ground again, shoveled the excrement on the glutinous rice, and then hurried out.

After weighing for a long time among the three houses he was looking at last night, Yuan Jiayi finally chose one with a very suitable price and size. After paying the deposit, he hurried home to get his luggage.

The sky was very cloudy, and when I drove back to the basement, my head was already stinging from the cold wind that got into my clothes during the house inspection.

Yuan Jiayi didn't pay much attention, he looked at the empty living room, rushed into his room, dragged his luggage and went out.

Before going out, he seemed to think of something again.

Put the bulging backpack on the ground, squat down and dig it out for a while, and then took out a card.

Tap lightly on the shelf by the door.

The card was given to him by Bo Shenyan.

The number inside is enough for him to save ten Yuan Miao.

Yuan Jiayi leaned over and hooked Nuomi's chin, pointed to the snoring lying down and said softly, "Little Nuomi, please take care of me when I get down."

Nuomi groaned, straightened up on Yuan Jiayi's knee, tried to stretch her neck, and gently licked his chin.

"Thank you, you have to take care of yourself too." His chin was tickled by it, Yuan Jiayi squinted his eyes and smiled, "I don't know if I will see you again in the future, I really hope you grow up happily, Be healthy."

He let go of his schoolbag, hugged the glutinous rice, and pressed it against its forehead.

"Sorry, I can't accompany you guys."

Brushing the wet fur on Nuomi's forehead, Yuan Jiayi rubbed it a few times, but it didn't dry, so he smiled apologetically, "Let's go."

Now that I have moved out, I can no longer drive that car.

Knowing the true value of the car, he could no longer keep it for himself.

Yuan Jiayi stood at the gate of the courtyard, put on a mask and hat, hunched his shoulders and looked down at his mobile phone, which showed the direction of the car he called.

The car was already within sight, and Yuan Jiayi suddenly wanted to do something.

He quickly ran to the entrance door and quickly unlocked it.

He ran all the way upstairs, and opened Bo Shenyan's bedroom door.

Walking to his desk, picked up the photos on the desk, and took out his phone.

Take a picture.

"Goodbye."

The author has something to say: I love my Jiajia so much.

The countdown to Sheng Jianghe's death begins. (I heard that hair tonic will speed up Sheng Jianghe's death, hehehe~)

Thank you for watching, bow~

感谢在2021-02-1013:13:03~2021-02-1017:42:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Xingxing Xiangxuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!