After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

There was no expected emotional rebuke from the opposite side, not even a rebuttal, just listening to his ridicule in an extremely quiet manner.

After Chu Ye finished talking on the phone, he slowly calmed down and frowned, only then did he hear the sound of light breathing from the receiver.

"I've finished what I want to say. If you don't want to control Jiang Zhiyu or contact his family, then let him spend the New Year in the hospital by himself." After a while, Shen Heng finally spoke slowly, his voice so cold Not a trace of temperature could be heard.

"Don't, let me tell you, it must be even worse for him to go home now, and if I bring him back, he won't be able to reach me, and he will be taken away by his family directly."

Chu Ye sighed agitatedly, and tried to slow down his tone and continued: "You take care of it first, let him come back when he is healed, and if the money is not enough, send the card number to my number, and I will send you the money .”

"But…"

Just as Shen Heng was about to refute, he was interrupted by the male voice who was clearly suppressing his impatience: "Don't worry, you'll have a better life after a few years, and you've made a lot of money from him. Take care of him." What's going on for a while, I won't tell you, I still have something to do."

The phone was hung up neatly, and Shen Heng's tense state relaxed a little bit. He lowered his head and stared at the phone in his hand. His expressionless face was reflected on the darkened screen, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. real feeling.

His hands trembled slightly, he pursed his lips, and put the phone back in his pocket.

When she got home, Su Yuehua was watching TV with her dog in her arms, but she was obviously absent-minded, and didn't look at the TV at all. Instead, the puppy was nestled in her arms, curled up into a ball and sleeping comfortably.

"Xiaoheng, you're finally back." Hearing the movement from the door, Su Yuehua turned her head to look, Shen Heng was lowering her head to change her shoes, she hurried to the entrance with the dog in her arms, and asked worriedly: "How is it?" ? When you called me, you said he was hospitalized, is he seriously ill?"

"It's not too serious." As soon as the puppy saw Shen Heng, it shook its head and wanted to jump on him. Shen Heng reached out to catch the dog, and gave Su Yuehua a comforting smile: "But he has old injuries on his body. Just stay in the hospital for a while."

"Oh, that's good. I'm still worried that something happened to him, and I won't be able to explain to his family when the time comes." Su Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll let him go back when he's almost recovered." Shen Heng smiled: "Mom, you rest, I'll cook, because I haven't had a good year." He sighed helplessly.

"It's okay, let me help you." Su Yuehua followed Shen Heng to the kitchen.

In the evening, the mother and son finished their meal early, and Shen Heng only fried two vegetarian dishes, and the rest were leftovers from last night's New Year's Eve dinner.

After eating, Shen Heng found a clean insulated lunch box and filled it with Jiang Zhiyu's favorite dishes. When he was cooking at night, he cooked a pot of porridge in a casserole. Then he set off and went to the hospital.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the hospital is very deserted. Except for the doctors and nurses on duty, there is basically no one to see along the way, and even the inpatient area, which is usually full of people, is quiet.

Shen Heng carried the lunch box and walked to the ward. Jiang Zhiyu was already awake, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Jiang Zhiyu looked difficult to get along with when he was not talking, and his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to. He stared at people with a pair of dark eyes, which made people feel shuddering.

When he was in school, Shen Heng was attracted by him like that. At that time, he felt that this man looked confident and arrogant, but his conversation was elegant. He had just entered school and had never seen much of the world. I couldn't extricate myself from being attracted by this man who seemed to be standing on an altar.

Maybe it was because of his lack of knowledge and short-sightedness that he was able to be played with willingly for so long. Even his friends didn't bother to talk to him much. You don't need to think about how Jiang Zhiyu used to belittle himself in front of outsiders.

Thinking about it and being a little dazed, Shen Heng shook his head lightly, to drive away the thoughts that couldn't help popping up in his mind, and sighed silently.

The person on the hospital bed has an unforgettable face that he loves and hates, but now it seems that he is more sick and pale, and he is less aggressive. He looks a bit unexpected when he is lying on the bed Clever.

Shen Heng reached out and knocked on the door, Jiang Zhiyu seemed to sense something, his eyes were bright when he turned his head to the door.There is a peep mirror on the door of the ward here, the light outside is dark, Jiang Zhiyu can't see very clearly, just seeing Shen Heng's blurred side face is enough to make him excited.

"You're back." Jiang Zhiyu happily greeted the visitor.

"Yeah." Shen Heng didn't look at him, and naturally he didn't see Jiang Zhiyu's almost obsessed gaze when he came in, almost entwined with his body. He put the insulated lunch box in his hand on the table beside the bed On: "Let's eat."

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu struggled to get up from the bed, but touched the wound on his back just after changing the medicine at night, and he groaned in pain.

"Don't move around, your injury hasn't healed yet." Shen Heng glared at him, feeling that he was extremely disturbing, Jiang Zhiyu honestly slowed down and lay back on the bed.

He watched Shen Heng's action of unpacking the lunch box intently, feeling a little moved in his heart.

He woke up not long after Shen Heng left in the afternoon, the person who made him feel comfortable and at ease was not there, and he didn't sleep well.

After Shen Heng was not by his side, he never had a good night's sleep, he often tossed and turned all night, even if he managed to sleep for a while, his dreams were always the figure of Shen Heng resolutely leaving him again and again.

He had never felt the night so hard before.

"You can only eat light food now, so I didn't cook your favorite dishes for you." Shen Heng arranged the three lunch boxes in a row, and helped him open the porridge bowl: "It shouldn't be cold to eat now."

"Thank you, Shen Heng." Jiang Zhiyu originally wanted to call him a more intimate address, but was afraid of offending Shen Heng.

He had often thought before that when the two were together, Shen Heng liked to call him husband most intimately, with a soft and sweet voice, but he always called him by his first and last name, at most he was teasing Shen Heng. Calling "baby" twice during Heng's time can make Shen Heng's face blush.

If he were to be called my wife and baby now, he wished he could yell more in front of Shen Heng, but with Shen Heng's current temper, he probably wouldn't dare to take the risk of being able to slap him and turn around and leave right now.

How did Shen Heng know that Jiang Zhiyu had already thought about so many things in the two minutes he spent setting out the lunch boxes.

He just wants Jiang Zhiyu to finish eating quickly so that he can go home early and rest. Today should have been a happy day, but now he just feels exhausted.

Jiang Zhiyu really hasn't tasted the meal made by Shen Heng for a long time. He has been thinking about it for so long, and this time he didn't try to ask Shen Heng to feed him. He ate most of it in a short while with a spoon in one hand.

Shen Heng's phone in his pocket kept vibrating when he bowed his head to eat. He took it out and saw that there were more than a dozen WeChat messages displayed on the screen, and the senders were all from Song Chenghao.

He was nervous.

He has been pestered by Jiang Zhiyu since he got up this morning until now. He completely forgot to tell Song Chenghao what he was doing. It is estimated that the child opposite is about to die of anxiety now.

When I opened it, it was indeed full of nervous exclamation marks.

"Brother Heng, why didn't you reply?!"

"What's wrong with you? Nothing will happen!"

"Don't scare me!"

"I have never ignored me for a whole day before, brother Heng will reply to me as soon as he sees it, I am very worried about you!"

There is also a missed voice call.

Shen Heng was tired inside, raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Zhiyu who was eating seriously, stood up from the chair and was about to go out, but Jiang Zhiyu grabbed his hand.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Zhiyu asked anxiously.

"You're holding a bottle, what are you doing!" Shen Heng raised his voice and reprimanded, seeing that Jiang Zhiyu still didn't let go, with a slight aggrieved expression on his face, and still looking at him stubbornly, he endured his irritability, and raised his phone : "I just went out and made a phone call."

"Oh." Only then did Jiang Zhiyu agree, the strength in his hand gradually relaxed a little, Shen Heng took the opportunity to shake him off, and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Who are you calling?" Jiang Zhiyu asked Shen Heng's back as if he just remembered.

Shen Heng kept walking, opened the door of the ward and said, "What does it have to do with you." He walked out without looking back.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't think much about it, he looked down at the little food left in the bowl in front of him, blinked in thought, and decided to finish the rest.

After all, Shen Heng made it himself, and he didn't want to waste anything.

When Shen Heng dialed Song Chenghao, he was still a little nervous for no reason. He was thinking for a while how he would explain to Song Chenghao.

But the other end of the phone didn't allow him to worry too much, the phone was connected after a short thought, and Song Chenghao's familiar clear voice came: "Brother Heng, you finally contacted me!"

"Well, Cheng Hao, I'm sorry, I have something to do today...I..." He hesitated a little while speaking, wondering if he should tell Song Chenghao about Jiang Zhiyu's presence here.

His own year has not been very good, and he doesn't want Song Chenghao to have a restless winter vacation.

"It's okay, it's the first day of the new year, visiting relatives and friends must be very busy, but remember to tell me before you disappear next time, or I will be very worried." Song Chenghao didn't ask what he was doing today, but continued as usual intimate.

Shen Heng felt that his face was about to burn, he felt that he was so ashamed of Song Chenghao, but now for a while, he couldn't think of any better and more reasonable reason to explain what he had endured in the past two days.

"I miss you." Song Chenghao whispered coquettishly on the phone: "I really want to start school soon, I really want to see you now."

Shen Heng closed his eyes and smiled lightly: "You wait at home for half a month, and I will be back in half a month."

"Yes." Song Chenghao agreed, with a hopeful tone: "When I go home, I will make up for the time I lost with you these days, okay?"

"Okay." Shen Heng comforted: "Be good, I promise you."

"Don't worry." Song Chenghao hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about something, Shen Heng heard that he had something to say, so he didn't speak, quietly waiting for him to say it himself.

After all, it was because he couldn't see the person across the phone that gave Song Chenghao a little courage. He coughed lightly: "Well...Happy New Year, Happy New Year...my boyfriend."

Shen Heng was stunned on the phone for a moment, and then laughed softly. He also corrected his tone, and replied seriously: "Well, happy new year, my little friend."

Although there was a long distance between the two, after hearing this sentence, Song Chenghao still blushed quietly. He couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from lifting up, and whispered: "Good night then?"

"OK, good night."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Heng clasped both hands, the phone in his palm still had the temperature from his ears, it was warm, just like the feeling Song Chenghao gave him every time, warm and reassuring.

Back in the ward, Jiang Zhiyu had already finished his meal, even cleaned up the lunch box for the first time, returning to the way it was when he brought it.

Seeing Shen Heng coming back, he glanced at Shen Heng, then at the lunch box, and when he looked back again, there was a hint of wanting to ask for praise in his eyes and smile.

"Are you full?" Shen Heng walked to the bedside and glanced at him, asking in a neutral tone.

"I'm full." Jiang Zhiyu smiled at him, wishing to show his best and most charming smile and charm in front of Shen Heng.

"Well, then I'm going home." Under his eager eyes, Shen Heng picked up the lunch box beside him, put one hand in his pocket, raised his chin at Jiang Zhiyu, and glanced coldly away from him. Sight.