The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

Chao Song didn't know how long Lin Yan had been pressing him, but he only remembered that he passed out and woke up again from the pain.

It seems to be endless.

He even softened his fingers, feeling that Lin Yan just wanted to kill him.

Pain... the whole body hurts inside and out, the pain made Song Mengmao frown, his lips were so dry and chapped that they were scabbed with blood.His face was pale, but there was an abnormal blush due to the fever.

His body was bruised and purple, with mottled marks, and there was no good place for his eyes. A living person was so tossed about that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Lin Yan took care of the people himself. Although he felt distressed seeing Chao Song's current state, he did not regret it.

He will still do it again.

"...Hmm." With a cry, the person who had been in a coma for a day finally woke up.Chao Song opened his eyes, but there was still a layer of mist in them, as confused as a newborn cub.

His eyes moved, and his eyes moved to Lin Yan in front of him. His pupils shrank slightly, and his body instinctively wanted to retreat, but it affected the wound under his body, and his painful face wrinkled into a ball.

"...Hiss." His voice was hoarse, like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, with smoke coming from his throat.

"Don't move, I won't touch you." Lin Yan acted as if nothing had happened, his voice was cold with imperceptible tenderness, as if the madness that day was Chao Song's illusion.

He calmly wiped the cold sweat on Chao Song's forehead, and then said softly, "You have a fever, and you can only eat light liquid food recently, more or less, if you don't eat, you will have a stomachache."

"You have a stomach problem and you should know it yourself."

Is that human being?

It was thanks to Lin Yan that he became like this, but Lin Yan didn't feel guilty at all.

Under that gaze, Chao Song lowered his eyes, as docile as a domesticated kitten, without saying a word.

At first he had a sore throat and couldn't speak.

Secondly, he was a little apprehensive when he saw Lin Yan now, and he didn't dare to provoke him anymore. If one day the fire got too far, this person would definitely make him die on the bed if he went crazy.

And no one came to collect his body.

Lin Yan has such great ability.

Having not eaten for a few days, coupled with the huge physical exertion, Chao Song now smells the porridge like a vicious dog seeing meat, his mouth can't stop secreting saliva, and his stomach growls.

His body should be pretty good, and he can still eat after such a toss, and he feels like he can eat a cow, and he doesn't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Chao Song lay on the bed, daring not to move like a mummy, his eyes fixed on the steaming bowl in Lin Yan's hand.

Because of his illness, he was so weak that he no longer had the arrogance and domineeringness of the past, and the bangs on his forehead were softly attached to his master, just like Chao Song's current state.

Lin Yan was very satisfied.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, scooped up a spoonful of white porridge, blew it gently, and only sent it to Chao Song's mouth when the temperature was right.

Chao Song Ke secretly rubbed and waited for a long time. As soon as Lin Yan handed it over, he didn't care about 21 and rushed forward. His teeth hit the porcelain spoon and knocked loudly. Even the porridge in his mouth choked because he swallowed too fast. He coughed violently.

This cough doesn't matter, it can move the whole body, the two legs that seem to be disassembled and reassembled, and the unspeakable place... It's so sour that his soul is going to heaven.

Lin Yan frowned, and gently hugged Chao Song in his arms, let Chao Song pillow his arm, and then wiped off the water stains overflowing from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

"Drink slowly."

Leaning in Lin Yan's arms, Chao Song was so painful that his eyes were full of tears, and he didn't dare to breathe.Although he still resisted Lin Yan's touch in his heart, he...he didn't dare to say it.

Inexplicably aggrieved, and now he still has a fever, his head is dizzy, and his body hurts.The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. When Lin Yan lowered his head again, Chao Song Zhengan leaned against his chest quietly, with his eyes closed, his eyelashes quivering and tears streaming down his face.

The heart felt like it was stabbed by something.

Lin Yan had never seen Chao Song so fragile. He swallowed the tears that rolled down his lips, feeling bitter and salty.

"Don't cry, okay?"

Chao Song didn't dare to make any big moves, Lin Yan kissed him and he didn't avoid him, but kept his eyes closed, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, revealing his stubbornness.

The change in Chao Song came too fast, and Lin Yan didn't know what to do.Obviously this is the punishment Chao Song deserved... But when he saw his tears, Lin Yan felt as if he had been immersed in icy cold water. A strong sense of suffocation that cannot be opened.

The heart seemed to be squeezed into a ball, unable to suppress the bursts of tingling pain, densely packed, non-stop.

He had a lot of words to say, but he didn't know where to start, all of them were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

"I..." opened his mouth, but Lin Yan frowned and closed it again.

He didn't know what to say.

As long as Chao Song is obedient, he will never hurt him.

Even if he himself dies, he will protect Chao Song Zhouquan.

There were bursts of low-pressure sobs in the room, which was so quiet that it was breathless.

In the end, Chao Song was tired from crying, and his stomach let out a long growl. His face was a little red, and he pinched Lin Yan's sleeve and pulled it a little. His nose was red, and he looked pitiful.

"……I am so hungry."

The voice was still hoarse, like the weak humming of a cub, which made people feel soft, and softened unconsciously.

Lin Yan fed Chao Song white porridge that was already at a suitable temperature. The stewing time was just right. The porridge was neither too thick nor too watery, so it was just right for the patient to eat.

After a while, Chao Song drank two bowls. Looking at the clean bottom of the bowl, he glanced at Lin Yan, hoping that this person could understand what he meant.

After all, he didn't want to bother to speak.

"You can't eat too much." Lin Yan wiped his mouth for him and explained, "You have a bad stomach, no matter how hungry you are, you can't overeat all at once, you have to take your time."

Is two bowls of porridge considered overeating?He didn't even taste the taste at all. Well, Chao Song thought he could drink four more bowls.

I couldn't help but looked at Lin Yan angrily, but it didn't affect him at all.

In fact, drinking porridge is very full, but it will be digested in a while.Chao Song may be too hungry, and now he realizes that his stomach is full of water.

A warm hand reached in from the hem of his wide pajamas, covering his stomach.Chao Song was so shocked that he almost jumped up, and looked at Lin Yan in disbelief.

I thought this person was going to be a beast again.

As a result, Lin Yan warmed his stomach gently without any evil thoughts, and asked, "Does the stomach still hurt?"

Chao Song was taken aback and then shook his head.

Don't ask, it means that he is a useless person now and cannot be provoked.

The pale and slightly sickly young man was nestled in the man's arms. His arrogant Danfeng eyes were lowered at the moment, and his head nodded from time to time like a chicken pecking rice. He was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, and he was still holding his eyelids.It's heartbreakingly soft.

Inexplicably, I feel that the room is quiet for years.

Further down, a thin and fair waist covered with blue and purple pinch marks was exposed from under the wide pajamas, and a cold white hand with distinct knuckles was covering the flat stomach.

A bit ambiguous, a bit imaginative.