Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi stood at the door and waited for a while, when he heard the sound of high heels coming from inside, he silently took half a step back.

As the door of the ward was opened, Song Jiaoyan's beautiful face appeared in front of Yuan Jiayi.

Maybe beautiful people are roughly the same. Yuan Miao's eyes are very similar to hers. Maybe it's because of the charm of the two that Sheng Jianghe found Yuan Miao to be the object of his extramarital affairs.

Song Jiaoyan seemed to have cried a lot, but Yuan Jiayi didn't care, so he didn't look too much, nodded slightly to her, walked around her and walked into the house.

Seeing Sheng Jianghe resting on the hospital bed, Yuan Jiayi's Adam's apple slid up and down, and stood a few steps away from his bed.

"Mr. Sheng."

Yuan Jiayi's fear of Sheng Jianghe came from his bones, it was the kind of panic that subconsciously wanted to kneel down just by standing in front of him.

"Come on, Jiayi, come and sit."

In Sheng Jianghe's hand was a document, which was folded backwards on the bed, probably just after reading it or suddenly withholding it to guard against him.

Hearing him call himself that, Yuan Jiayi's back suddenly felt a little cold, and the wounds on his body that had healed into scars seemed to start to sting again.

"No need, Mr. Sheng, I'll just stand here."

While Yuan Jiayi waved his hands, he calmly put a sticker on the wall behind him.

"Come and sit." Sheng Jianghe said in a deep voice.

This sound is no longer an invitation, but an order.

Yuan Jiayi had no choice but to bite his lip and walked over, sitting on the chair in front of Shengjiang's bed.

He was picking at the strap of his schoolbag with his fingers, his eyes were intertwined with entanglement and pain, and he looked up at Sheng Jianghe beggingly.

While waiting for Bo Shenyan to pick up his car in the Ninth Hospital last night, the text message Yuan Jiayi received was only a simple sentence, but it was enough to make the blood in his body turn cold instantly.

The text message from Sheng Jianghe was Yuan Miao's ward number.

When Bo Shenyan brought Yuan Miao back, he kept it very secret, and even sent someone to follow him, he couldn't find Yuan Miao's exact location.

But now Sheng Jianghe sent him the location of Yuan Miao verbatim.

There is only one possibility left.

"Mr. Sheng, you installed a position on my mother's body?"

As soon as he asked, Yuan Jiayi felt that he was naive.

Does he still have to ask?

"Our Jiayi is really smart."

Sheng Jianghe sat up, stretched his arms and patted the back of Yuan Jiayi's hand on his lap.

Yuan Jiayi suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at him warily.

"What do you want? What else can I be..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

And Bo Shenyan.

He even forgot that his current happiness was taken from others.

but……

"I donated the bone marrow. The person who is with Bo Shenyan should be me."

It was rare for Yuan Jiayi to be stubborn.

He really couldn't let go of that man generously.

Whether it was stolen or snatched, he wanted Bo Shenyan, wanted it very much, was very reluctant, and couldn't let go.

What's more, it was supposed to be his.

Sheng Jianghe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This young master of the Bo family is really extraordinary. He can change the docile sheep I have raised since childhood into this look."

Yuan Jiayi had used up all his courage to say those words, he hung his head and his chest heaved slightly.

He might really be crazy.

Knowing that Yuan Miao is still under Sheng Jianghe's control, she still goes against Sheng Jianghe for Bo Shenyan.

After the impulse passed, Yuan Jiayi regained his senses. He slumped down exhaustedly and listened to Sheng Jianghe's next words in silence.

"You donated the bone marrow? Hahaha, Yuan Jiayi, Yuan Jiayi, hahaha..."

Sheng Jianghe laughed as if he had heard some strange news, covered the wound on his shoulder with a smile, and kept shrugging his shoulders.

Yuan Jiayi glanced at him quickly, smiled weakly, and then lowered his head again.

Suddenly, Sheng Jianghe grabbed his chin vigorously and held it tightly in his palm.

The pair of terrifying eyes that would give him nightmares from time to time stared at him fiercely from a position less than ten centimeters away from him.

"Yuan Jiayi, do you have any evidence?" Sheng Jianghe's hands were getting stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to crush Yuan Jiayi's bones, "There is no one in this world where you donate bone marrow to the old lady of the Bo family." Evidence."

Yuan Jiayi took a deep breath in pain, his eyes turned red.

It doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not, he knows that Bo Shenyan doesn't care, and he also believes that Bo Shenyan doesn't care.

"I have no intention of arguing for this useless title..." Yuan Jiayi struggled to make a sound, "I... just want to get back what I deserve."

Bo Shenyan, he deserved it.

He just wants him.

"This was originally not established."

Sheng Jianghe let go of Yuan Jiayi's hand, and leaned against the high pillow behind him.

"If you don't have this title, you can't be with the young master of the Bo family. The one who donated the bone marrow is my Lan Lan from the beginning to the end."

Yuan Jiayi laughed ironically, and rubbed the chin that Sheng Jianghe had touched with the back of his hand.

Looking at the face next to the bed that looked almost identical to Sheng Lan's, Sheng Jianghe felt a little melancholy in his heart.

When the things planned in advance can't achieve the best of both worlds, abandoning Yuan Miao to preserve Sheng Lan's position in the hearts of the Bo family is the best way he can think of so far.

He loves his child deeply, and is willing to give up everything to win him a future with peace of mind.

So when he threatened Bo Shenyan with a knife that day, Sheng Jianghe really had the determination to win back Bo Shenyan's trust for Sheng Lan.

Betting on death and blood, he succeeded.

Yuan Jiayi's eyes were pitifully red, and even his eye sockets and browbones were full of despair.

So much so that Sheng Jianghe once felt that he would die here suddenly.

Sheng Jianghe sighed, and patted Yuan Jiayi on the shoulder, "Jiayi, Dad doesn't have to make both of you mother and son die."

"I just want your brother to have a good home."

Yuan Jiayi's fists on his knees were clenched tightly, his joints were livid.

"Jiayi, promise Dad that as long as you leave Bo Shenyan, I will send you mother and son away from here." Sheng Jianghe, like a mentally ill patient, was serious at times and kind at times, "I promise I will never disturb your life again. "

"Then what if Sheng Lan gets sick again? Even if I escape to the sky, you will arrest me and press me on the hospital bed to draw my blood?"

"Aren't I your son too? Why are you being so cruel to me? What did I do wrong?"

Yuan Jiayi's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"You are wrong, you were born by Yuan Miao, if..."

Before Sheng Jianghe finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Jiayi.

"The luckiest thing for me is that I was born by my mother." His tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, but they just fluctuated and refused to fall. "The most unfortunate thing is that I was also your child."

"If I had to choose again, I would still let her be my mother."

Song Jiaoyan shook her hand, raised her head and stared at Yuan Jiayi.

Sheng Jianghe's eyes also became obscure, and he exchanged a glance with Song Jiaoyan, filled with complex emotions that Yuan Jiayi could not understand.

He seemed a little angry, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he changed the subject, "If you don't agree, I have a solution."

Yuan Jiayi raised the back of his hand to wipe away the disappointing tears, and listened with lowered eyes.

"Do you think... you can escape completely by taking Yuan Miao away from my nose?"

"Stop dreaming, you two are destined to be my slaves, Sheng Jianghe."

"Believe it or not, if you let Bo Shenyan know again this time, I will smash her to pieces and turn her bones into ashes before you rush to Yuan Miao's side to protect her."

"Sprinkle it into any smelly and dirty sewer."

"I won't even give you a scum."

Yuan Jiayi believed it.

Sheng Jianghe installed location tracking on a certain part of Yuan Miao's body.

"She is your mother. If you want to take it out, it's very simple. As long as you are willing to let her suffer, you can escape from my control."

He was sure that Yuan Jiayi would not make Yuan Miao suffer.

What's more, Yuan Miao's current body is vulnerable. If the things in her body are really taken out, I'm afraid she won't be able to save her life.

Yuan Jiayi's whole body was icy cold.

He felt as if he were on a mountainside about to be covered by an avalanche.

Cold and lonely, unhealthy but unavoidable.

So he curled up his arms, imitating Bo Shenyan's way of carefully covering his hands every time, rubbing his fingers lightly.

But no matter how hard Yuan Jiayi tried, he couldn't seem to warm them up.

in fact.

love this thing.

With and without, how can it be.

I can't... eat it as a meal, right?

Yuan Jiayi gave up.

It's not about giving up the action at hand.

"Then...what should I do so as not to hurt Shenyan..."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Sheng Jianghe said with satisfaction, "You don't have to worry about that."

"Dad knows that you like him, you don't want to part with him, and you don't have the heart to hurt him, right?"

Yuan Jiayi raised his head and glanced at him, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Sheng Jianghe smiled.

Then let him hurt you.

Yuan Jiayi didn't know how he left the hospital.

It wasn't until trembling fingers, holding the key and trying to open the door four times, that he got down excitedly and flicked his tongue against the wall, did he come back to his senses in panic.

The phone vibrated many times in my pocket.

He took out his phone with a blank expression, and looked at the two words on the screen repeatedly. It should have been because the semantic saturation would cause the brain to go on strike for a short time, so he suddenly didn't recognize the two words.

But Yuan Jiayi didn't.

He described them with his eyes over and over again.

Be cautious.

The screen went dark, turned on again after ten seconds, and went dark again after dozens of seconds.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan Jiayi still leaned on the shoe cabinet and didn't move his position, even lying down because he ignored him, he slipped back to the kennel, and huddled with Nuomi to keep warm.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, before Yuan Jiayi could react.

Bo Shenyan walked in hurriedly.

Seeing Yuan Jiayi squatting on the ground, before he had time to think about it, he grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"Jiajia, come with me to the hospital for a match, Sheng Lan is sick!"

The author has something to say: the butcher knife is ready.

Thank you for watching, bow~

感谢在2021-02-1818:28:36~2021-02-1911:25:27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 who threw the mine: Ember, Baiyuncanggou 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 14 bottles of hawthorn tea; 12 bottles of moqinyin; 6 bottles of domodoctor; 3 bottles of Xiaohua's mint essence; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!