Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The sun shines in through the bright and clean windows, and shines warmly on the carnation bouquet on the table. Through the window, you can see the green shade outside. lake water.

Qingyuan did things very quickly. On the second day, Fu Yunchen's grandmother was admitted to this nursing home, and the inspection was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

The doctor who treated the old man was surnamed Li. He looked very serious with his eyes. After asking about the patient's condition, he looked at Qingyuan and Fu Yunhen beside him, and suppressed his friendly smile in the office.

Dr. Li pushed his glasses, and put the examination report in his hand on the table, "You two are already aware of the patient's condition, so we want to discuss the follow-up treatment plan together."

People who come here for treatment are either rich or expensive, and the medical expenses are not discussed at all. What they want to do is to consult their family members. Some patients will choose to use some methods to relieve pain and keep their health. The last decent, and some will stubbornly seize the last chance, the desire to survive is very strong.

After briefly and tactfully explaining some situations, he left time for the two family members.

Fu Yunhen's slender wrist was very cold, his face was a little pale, he looked up at him after being held by Qingyuan in his hand, his eyes were a little dazed, Qingyuan patted his back gently to comfort him, did not speak, but moved The temperature of the palm was transmitted to his hand little by little.

Fu Yunhen's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at Qingyuan helplessly, "I don't want her to leave." He lowered his head like an ostrich, "But, I also know that grandma won't last long."

People say that life and death are fate, and everyone is equal in the face of death, but in the final analysis, how many people can let go of watching their loved ones pass away.

Qingyuan's eyes were gentle, and he just said slowly, "We will hire the best doctor for her, let her spend more time with you, and your grandma is also reluctant to leave you."

The small world and He Louming's will influence each other, especially for those around him, this influence is even stronger.

Fu Yunchen is not willing to let her grandma leave, so she will not leave, but this world is the real world, and this kind of influence is always within the scope of the rules. If Fu Yunhen wants her to recover or misdiagnose, This is not only against the rules, but also against common sense.

Two hospitals, doctors consultation, all kinds of data are clearly displayed in front of the eyes, the possibility of misdiagnosis is almost zero.

The premise of influencing the rules is to convince oneself, but obviously, Fu Yunchen has accepted the diagnosis result.

He slowly raised his head from his arms, like an ignorant little beast, only relying on Qingyuan, "I want her to accompany me more, and she doesn't suffer any pain."

Qingyuan responded warmly, "Okay."

Everything seems to be back on track again. Fu Yunchen returned to campus after taking two weeks of leave. This is also the meaning of his grandmother. The elderly always feel guilty for delaying their grandchildren's classes. There are private doctors and escorts to take care of them. So, Fu Yunhen's coming here is of no great use.

The University of Technology allows freshmen and above to live off-campus. After completing the formalities, he will come to the nursing home to accompany his grandmother when he has no classes. Sometimes Qingyuan can’t pick him up, so he sends a special driver. Sometimes Fu Yunchen will live in the nursing home, but Most of the time, I will live there in Qingyuan.

When Qingyuan came home after get off work, he found that the living room lights on the first floor were on.

Fu Yunhen was curled up lazily on the sofa at first, but when he heard the door opening, he went up to meet him. There was still a bunch of dull hair on his head, and he looked at Qingyuan with dark eyes, "You're back!"

Qingyuan was silent, why is he so enthusiastic.

After changing his shoes at the entrance, he stretched out his hand to pat down the dull hair, "Didn't you go to see grandma today?"

Fu Yunhen took the suit he took off naturally, "Look, we won't have classes tomorrow Saturday."

There were few classes on Friday, and there was no class in the morning. He came to Qingyuan at six o'clock in the afternoon and waited for more than an hour before returning.

"Go wash your hands, I made food."

The cooked dishes were set on the dining table, and they were still steaming. Qingyuan was handed a pair of chopsticks after washing his hands.

"You need to eat more." Fu Yunchen pulled out the chair and sat next to him.

The lights in the restaurant are warm yellow, and it always looks warm and bright when it shines on people's faces. Fu Yunhen's eyes are dark and moist, and the hair on his forehead is scattered on the smooth forehead, and he has a bullying feeling all over his body. breath.

Qingyuan doesn't know how to cook, and he usually doesn't like others staying in his house. The aunt who cleans the house comes three times a week. He usually eats at the company, or it's takeaway, and only Fu Yunhen lives in. Only then did the smell of fireworks begin.

A peeled shrimp was put into a bowl, and Fu Yunchen peeled the shrimp for him to serve soup from time to time, as long as Qingyuan ate slowly, he stared at it with bright black eyes, as if watching people eat is very interesting thing.

Qingyuan: "Why don't you eat?"

Patronizing to pick up some food for him, he didn't move a single bite.

"I already ate at the hospital this afternoon" and I ate it with my grandma.

Qingyuan didn't eat much, so he put down his chopsticks after a while.

Fu Yunhen rolled up his sleeves to clean up the table. In fact, there was nothing to clean up. He just put the dishes and bowls in the dishwasher. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Qingyuan sitting on the sofa with his slender legs crossed casually Together, the sleeves of the shirts were rolled up, revealing a muscular forearm with smooth lines.

At this time, he was holding a cup of yogurt in his hand, and with a 'stab' sound, the package was torn open, and when he turned in one direction to put it in his mouth, Fu Yunchen walked over.

He squatted down slowly, his eyes were exactly parallel to Qingyuan's, his white hand was holding Qingyuan's wrist, just his hand bowed his head, sticking out the bright red tip of his tongue, licking clean the yogurt on the package little by little.

The scorching breath leaked out on his wrist, with a slight itchy feeling, as if accidentally, the soft and wet tongue touched his fingers, and the warm touch came all at once, Qingyuan felt a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, his wrist immediately was let go.

Fu Yunhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his obsidian-like eyes, and looked at Qingyuan innocently.There was a milk stain on the corner of his lips, he wiped it off with his fingertips, and slowly licked off the yogurt with the tip of his pink tongue, his voice was hoarse, "I want to drink it too."

The exquisite Adam's apple moved up and down, with obedience and docility, he twirled his fingers inexplicably, like a sea monster singing to seduce people, "Qingyuan"

Qingyuan looked at him, then looked down at Yogurt, was silent for a moment, then got up without saying a word.

Fu Yunhen watched him leave the living room, as if he was going to the bathroom, his heart tightened, and he followed with a bit of excitement and anticipation. I took a breath to calm my beating heart, and the bathroom...is fine too.

Seeing Qingyuan go around the bathroom and walk towards the kitchen, Fu Yunchen had a dazed expression on his face, he rubbed the corner of his clothes nervously, and followed with strides, the kitchen is not out of the question.

Qingyuan opened the refrigerator, took out a large jar of yogurt, turned his head and handed it to Fu Yunhen who was following behind him, looking at Fu Yunhen who looked like a fool, Qingyuan looked lovingly, "It's all yours, drink more. "

Poor Taoist, if you want to drink yogurt, you have to tell him.

Fu Yunhen was pregnant with the heavy yogurt, watched Qingyuan go to the living room to turn on the TV, pressed the remote control a few times with his fingertips, and watched intently.

Fu Yunhen couldn't believe it, licked the soft flesh in his mouth, went to the mirror and unbuttoned two buttons, rubbed his collarbone again, until the cold white skin was stained with a faint red Just walked over.

Qingyuan's eyes were still on the TV, and when he saw his Taoist companion coming, he patted the seat next to him, "Come, sit here."

The sofa beside him was slightly sunken, Fu Yunhen's expression was a little cold, his soft lips were drawn into a line, as if he was a little unhappy.

Qingyuan hugged him in his arms. Fu Yunhen's waist was flexible, and his whole body was thin. He could feel the clear spine at the back of his waist. Normally, when he bent over or wore close-fitting clothes, he looked like a thin cat. See the raised bones.

Section by section, skinny.

Warm palms rubbed against his back waist, the scorching heat spread to his body, and layers of tremors arose on his skin, Fu Yunchen felt as if all his strength was sucked away by the hand on his waist.

His waist was so weak that he leaned against Qingyuan's body limply, with his palms sticking to Qingyuan's legs, moving up inch by inch, his voice was very hoarse, "Qingyuan"

Whispering, with unknown emotions and desires.