President Qi, I don't despise you

更新时间：2019-11-0220:01:59

That night, Shen Yan pestered Qi Muye to make jokes, but he didn't let him read the mail, and led him to take a bath early and lay down with his arms around him.

Qi Muye was already used to leaning against the young man and being held in his arms, but Shen Yan didn't go to sleep right away, the man had a fit tonight, he wasn't sure if he would feel uncomfortable at night, it's better to stay alert.

Downstairs, Cangye looked at Song Yi who had no intention of going out after drinking the pear soup, and didn't say anything. He had been injured for so long and had accumulated a lot of things to deal with, so he took the computer back and started working.

Song Yi was already very happy to tell that person not to drive him out, try to reduce his sense of presence so as not to attract his attention, quietly sat on the sofa beside him, took out his mobile phone and began to look at the class schedule that Shen Yan sent to him.

In a room, one person is facing the computer and the other is facing the mobile phone without disturbing each other, which is somewhat harmonious.

After almost two hours, Cang Ye raised his hand and rubbed his temples before taking the computer away. Song Yi immediately got up and walked over.

"Finished?"

"Well, I'm going to take a shower and you should go back to sleep early."

Cangye lifted the thin blanket on his body and was about to get up. After sitting for more than two hours, his back was already stiff, and it hurt like tearing when he moved lightly, so he had to stop and relax.

After reading his case, Song Yi knew that he must be suffering from severe back pain, so he quickly put his hands on his body, "Is it pain in the back, let me rub it for you?"

He looked around, and the doctor's instructions said that he should massage his back with medicated oil every night to relieve the tense muscles, but he looked around and didn't find any medicated oil.

"It's okay, sit for a long time, take it easy."

Ao Ye endured the pain and raised his head and said.

Song Yi felt uncomfortable looking at his paler face than before. It turns out that losing health is such an easy thing.

But what he owed him was not only a healthy body, but also a heart full of holes that he had hurt.

Then use the rest of your life to pay it back, and let him take care of the person in his arms.

Song Yi gently put his hand on his back, even through the clothes, he could feel a few prominent scars and obviously misplaced joints.

"Did it hurt at the time?"

Song Yi's eyes were sore immediately, a mist filled the air, and his voice was choked with restraint.

Cang Ye heard that his voice was wrong and turned to look at him, but Song Yi just kept his head down and refused to look up.

Seeing him like this, Cangye didn't know that this man was crying. After all, he still couldn't bear it, sighed softly and said, "It's okay, I've been hurt a lot these years, it's nothing, you don't need to feel guilty."

"I'm not guilty, I just love you."

Song Yi became even more emotional after hearing his words. Thinking of his inevitable hardships in the past, and thinking of his attitude towards him in the past, there was a faint tendency to fight and cry.

Cangye was taken aback when he heard his obvious crying, he had seen this man confront him countless times, and also saw him arrogant and unruly outside, but he had never seen him break down emotionally and shed tears.

You can't let him cry here at night, you have a faint headache.

"Okay, isn't everything all right? I want to take a shower, please help me to the bathroom."

Just find something for him to do, besides, he hasn't had anyone come over for physical therapy these days, so I'm afraid he really can't walk to the bathroom alone.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Song Yi couldn't care less about the discomfort. He remembered that Cangye used to like to take a shower, rubbed his eyes on his sleeves, raised his head and asked him, "Are you going to take a shower?"

"Ah."

Ao Ye looked at his red eyes and nodded.

"You lean first, wait for me."

As he said that, Song Yi carefully supported Cang Ye back to the head of the bed, pulled the blanket over his waist and legs, turned and ran out of the room, Cang Ye frowned and didn't know what he was going to do.

Song Yi came back after a while, still holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"You want to drink?"

Cang Ye was a little confused, this man just turned around after crying and went out to get a bottle of wine, what was he going to do? "Don't drink, I'll take a bath for you."

Song Yi walked over, and sure enough, he saw the man frowning. This man always took a shower, no matter whether it was winter or summer.

"The doctor said that you should take more hot baths to help blood circulation. It is best to put medicinal wine in it. If there is no medicinal wine, red wine can be used instead."

Cangye didn't ask him how he knew what the doctor said, and knew without thinking that the only person who could help him to ask the doctor about his physical condition was Shen Yan.

"Wait a minute, I'll put the water in."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, poured half a bottle of red wine down, the water was slightly red, and then turned up the temperature in the room before going out.

"Okay, let's go."

Song Yi stretched out his hand to help him, and Cang Ye used his strength to prop up the bed with one hand, the pain in his waist and legs was continuous, and his knees were also sore and swollen. Song Yi knew his condition and was not in a hurry. He sat down firmly, then lowered his head to help him move his legs under the bed, and helped him put on the cotton slippers.

Cangye looked down at him doing all this, his eyes were filled with emotions and finally returned to calm.

Let him help him up, maybe because he really sat on the bed for too long tonight, and he hasn't had a massage for several days, his waist is very stiff.

Song Yi supported his arm with one hand and wrapped his waist with the other. He walked very carefully and kept watching the man's face, for fear that he would be too reluctant.

When he came to the bathroom, Aoye saw that the bathtub still smelled of alcohol, and his temples twitched.

"This is good for promoting blood circulation. The temperature is just right. You can try it."

Cangye nodded helplessly, "Go back to sleep."

"I am not sleepy."

Song Yi shook his head immediately, he was not at ease that the man was alone.

"Then you wait outside."

Song Yi had no choice but to go out step by step.

Cangye took off his clothes and entered the bathtub with his hands on the edge of the bathtub. The warm water and buoyancy of the water really made his waist and legs feel more comfortable. He closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the headrest. eyes, and sighed silently.

Song Yi didn't go far when he went out, so he squatted at the door of the bathroom and waited, for fear that something would happen to him inside.

It took about 15 minutes for the sound to come from inside, probably Cang Ye got up, Song Yi restrained himself so he didn't rush in to help him immediately, Cang Ye always felt the smell of alcohol on his body when he got up, so he turned on the shower and rushed Chong, wiped off his body and changed into a clean bathrobe to go out. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the man standing guard outside the door.

"How are you?"

Song Yi went up to hold his arm, "It's okay."

"Do you feel better? Does your waist and legs still hurt?"

Song Yi helped him sit on the bed and began to ask "wine bath"

Efficacy.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Although he was sure that he would not be in pain, but seeing that the person's face was much better than before, he was quietly relieved.

[The author has something to say:] Haha, Gouzi Song really wants to take a bath with Mr. Cang, but unfortunately he doesn't have the guts.

Comrades, go to the next door to support the little wolf cubs. I want to write an article about Mr. Qi’s brothers. The protagonist of the next book may appear in the next chapter.