Acting as a substitute

The smile on Wenger's face became stiff the moment he passed the roses and looked towards the door. He asked in surprise, "Mr. Bo?"

"Well, it's me."

Bo Shenyan raised his eyebrows, blocking the door without any intention of letting him take half a step forward.

Yuan Jiayi, who was waiting to hear the door closing, found that Bo Shenyan had actually started talking to someone outside the door. He couldn't help being a little curious, and walked over with his slippers on.

He was wearing the pajamas that Bo Shenyan bought, his head was disheveled, and Bo Shenyan's careful note was printed on the side of his neck. He stared at the book for a long time, his eyes were dry and sore, and after rubbing twice, he became watery. Yiyi.

Suddenly such a fluffy and beautiful young man appeared in the cold atmosphere formed by the condensed eyes, both of them took a deep breath in surprise.

Rao Wenger, who has experienced many battles, also looked silly with his arms full of roses.

A young man in his twenties...how could...be so cute.His vision was right.

Seeing the undisguised admiration in Wenger's eyes, Bo Shenyan was so angry that he almost immediately wanted to jump up and goug his eyes, and then kick him downstairs.

"President Wen, you seem to be very interested in the decoration of 'our house', would you like to come in and have a look?"

Bo Shenyan leaned on the shoe cabinet and glared at him eccentrically, carelessly twirling the key ring he had just taken out of his pocket with his fingertips.

Yuan Jiayi's gaze fell on the key, and he frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple, but he had no time to argue with Bo Shenyan about it, he just wanted to make an agreement with the outside world, and send the person at the door away first.

"Mr. Wen What can you do?"

"Jiayi, I just came back from abroad. It was Valentine's Day a few days ago, but I couldn't come to see you, so as soon as I landed today, I came... to give you a gift."

Wenger's gaze quickly scanned the room, but he found no trace of flowers, nor did he smell the slightest smell, so he couldn't help but feel confident, and continued.

"Oh, I thought Xiao Bo would always buy flowers for you, so I didn't buy too big ones, for fear that the guests would overwhelm the host. Looking at it this way, fortunately, it didn't take away the light of Xiao Bo."

After Wenger finished speaking, Bo Shenyan panicked. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone to take a look, and found that Valentine's Day had indeed passed for several days.

Taking a peek at Yuan Jiayi's expression, Bo Shenyan cleared his throat guiltily, and pointed at the flower in Wenger's arms, "You, your flower color is so ugly."

"What color does Xiao Bo always like?" The flower in Wenger's hand seemed a bit heavy, he held it in another hand, and said to Bo Shenyan with a smile, "Yellow? Or green?"

Yuan Jiayi walked over clutching the hem of his clothes, waved his hands hastily at him, and refused with a smile, "Mr. Wen, Bo Xian... Shen Yan bought me flowers that can't fit here, so they're not in this room."

He shielded Bo Shenyan behind him, raised his face slightly and explained to Wenger.

When young people speak seriously, they always stare at each other's eyes intently to show respect.

Seen from the side and the rear, Yuan Jiayi's facial features are still so superior. His lips raised by him are opening and closing to explain to Wenger, and his light-colored pupils are shining, full of smiles.

So when Bo Shenyan came to his senses, he had already held Yuan Jiayi's hand, lowered his head and rubbed the thing on his knuckles in a daze.

Yuan Jiayi wanted to help him save face, and was waving his arm to explain to Wenger, and when he was gesturing to how majestic and magnificent the flower that Bo Shenyan gave him, his arm was suddenly pulled.

Then a ring was put on the ring finger of the left hand.

That was... the ring he left on the table before he left Bo Shenyan's villa.

Wenger looked at Bo Shenyan in disbelief.

It's just fighting for favor, and he took out a ring, as for it?

Bo Shenyan regretted that he didn't come back to his senses earlier, and missed every moment of Yuan Jiayi's expression during the few seconds when he was put on the ring.

"Jiajia..."

Yuan Jiayi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and seemed to swallow several times, but he still looked at him nervously.

"I have thought a lot these days. I really like you and want to be with you, but I dare not take it out and beg you to accept it. You are so kind and kind. You will definitely not see me lost, even if you don't want to. , will force myself."

"But I don't want you to be reluctant. I want to make you happy, I want to see you smile, and I want to live with you. I haven't taken the initiative to express my feelings. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if you're too slick, and you hate me if you're too glib."

Bo Shenyan's always strong expression now looks like a child who has made a mistake. He is almost 1.9 meters tall and leans obediently against the wall, as fragile as if Yuan Jiayi only needs to say even one negative word next time. , he will collapse suddenly.

Yuan Jiayi helplessly tilted his head to look at him and smiled, his hand was firmly held in Bo Shenyan's and he couldn't move, so he had to raise his other hand to caress Bo Shenyan's forehead that was messed up by the wind blowing in from the door.

Standing by the side the whole time, Wenger sneered when he was slapped with dog food. He really didn't take him seriously.

He thrust the rose into Bo Shenyan's arms, "You can say so, let me give it to you."

After finishing speaking, Wenger looked at Yuan Jiayi again, "Jiayi, if one day he makes you sad, come to me."

Before Yuan Jiayi could answer, he opened his legs, turned around and hurried away along the stairs.

Yuan Jiayi could see a lot of sadness in his pretended staggering back.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and shouted, "Mr. Wen, wait a minute."

Hearing that Wenger went upstairs again slowly, his face was a little overjoyed, and he even wanted to take the flowers back from the pale-faced Bo Shenyan.

"Mr. Wen, take this back, I don't need it."

Yuan Jiayi squeezed a thin piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Wenger, nodding politely to him.

This time it was Wenger's turn to turn pale. He took the heavy tissue paper from Yuan Jiayi, closed the door for the two people in the room, and left sadly.

In the cramped space of less than fifty square meters, Bo Shenyan stood there blankly holding the bouquet of flowers, thinking secretly about the words he had just said.

Yuan Jiayi, who went forward to lock the door behind him, did not turn around. He rested his fingertips on the lock, pretending to be looking at the lock, but actually painted the small ring between his fingers thousands of times with his eyes.

It's so beautiful.

It's a pity that it will be removed soon.

How could he take so many beautiful words that he said just now to be true.

"Jiajia..."

Bo Shenyan's magnetic voice was faintly mixed with deep panting.

"what?"

Yuan Jiayi was taken aback by his call, quickly retracted his gaze from the ring, and looked back at him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into Bo Shenyan's warm eyes.

"What I said is true, not to save face," Bo Shenyan grabbed his wrist and put one hand on the door, as if afraid that Yuan Jiayi would run away, "It's because I really like you."

Yuan Jiayi's blood rushed to his brain, and before he could digest Bo Shenyan's genuine love for him, his body had already reacted in advance.

He stood on tiptoe and bit Bo Shenyan's lips, his breathing became messy, and tears slid down the end of his eyes into their mouths.

It was supposed to be salty but unexpectedly sweet.

It seems that there is really no branch to rely on.

Become responsive to everything.

Bo Shenyan hugged Yuan Jiayi, whose eyes were red from crying, and sat back on the bed. His body hadn't recovered yet, and he needed to sit and lie down more.

"Mr. Bo, you really... like me, right?"

Yuan Jiayi lay down with his strength, sat up again in a moment, clenched his fists, bit his lips white, and his voice trembled slightly.

Bo Shenyan stretched his legs to circle him into his territory, and hugged Yuan Jiayi's thin waist, "I really like you."

I like it so much that I break my promise, put aside my responsibilities, and want to rush to you desperately.

"Then you left in the afternoon, did you go to the old house of the Sheng family?" Yuan Jiayi asked.

There was a bit of uneasiness in his expression, the kind of panic that Bo Shenyan couldn't figure out for a while.

Try again one last time.

Just for the last time.

Let's just say that he is shameless and using Bo Shenyan's liking to do whatever he wants.

Bo Shenyan didn't want to lie to him, so he nodded noncommittally, but still looked away in embarrassment.

No matter how disharmonious his family was, he almost beat his father to death.

On a moral level, he doesn't make sense.

"Actually, for so many years, Mr. Sheng has been imprisoning my mother, preventing me from seeing her. Mr. Bo, although my mother made mistakes, when she knew she had repented, it was Sheng Jianghe who forced her to become addicted to drugs. Control her by force, and control..."

Yuan Jiayi realized that he had talked too much, so he hurriedly stopped, looked up at Bo Shenyan, tears could not stop falling on the man's wrist, making him tremble, "Mr. Bo, if you have the ability... "

"Can you help me... get Mom out?"

Bo Shenyan didn't know how much courage it took for Yuan Jiayi to say this.

But he didn't care about being surprised, so he nodded without hesitation, raised his hand to cover Yuan Jiayi's cheek, bowed his head and gently kissed away his tears.

Yuan Jiayi was tired from crying, and Bo Shenyan lay down on the bed protecting his wound.

The two people were head to head next to each other, and they turned off the light and covered themselves tightly with the quilt, chatting.

"Mr. Bo, if you could go back to your mother, what would you want to say to her?"

Bo Shenyan's hand around his shoulder tightened suddenly, causing Yuan Jiayi a little pain.

But he didn't say a word, his fingertips rested on Bo Shenyan's arm and moved gently, stroking along his slightly protruding blood vessels, "Then I'll talk first."

"I would tell her that if you like money very much, you should study hard, don't give up your studies, don't know a person named Sheng Jianghe, and ruin a family and three children."

"It's best not to give birth to the child in the stomach, because he..."

"I can't protect you."

Yuan Jiayi's voice was very calm, but when he said the last sentence, it suddenly became hoarse.

Bo Shenyan hugged him sideways and kissed the dimple on his lips.

"That……"

"I would say to my mum, no matter what... whatever... whatever happens, just stay alive and I'll show her an angel."

"His name is Yuan Jiayi."

The author has something to say: the two babies who heal each other and redeem each other will surely be happy.

Mom is going to see the sun again

Spoiler: Jiajia will be happy for a while

Stomach pain, so uncomfortable, everyone should avoid spicy food, except me, hee hee

My control word 3003 is super cool, hahaha, mua~

Thanks for watching.bow~

感谢在2021-02-1514:34:39~2021-02-1521:38:44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 who threw mines: Lan Lan 3;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of way_ and Yunji;

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