ungrateful

The author has something to say: Yan Huai: I heard that someone wants to see my wife angry? ——You think beautifully (`へ′*)ノwife stickers.jpg

Ji An was hugged by Yan Huai, still worried about Yan Huai's body, he couldn't react to Yan Huai's words for a moment, he blinked for a while, and said hesitantly: "Pretending to be...?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that if he moved a little louder, he would scare away "good luck", and this sentence didn't count.

However, Yan Huai said again with certainty: "Well, it's just pretending."

In the past few days, Yan Huai's illness has been up and down repeatedly, and Ji An's heart has also been suspended and let down to go back and forth. At the moment, he has been overwhelmed by the torment, and he can't stand any more torment.

He didn't dare to believe Yan Huai's words at all, and subconsciously he didn't want to refute the matter. After a long time of silence, he finally spoke out, with a weeping tone, and his voice was soft and small: "But the young master vomited blood."

"Fake." Yan Huai turned sideways to turn over the veil under the pillow, and there was a dry red mark on it, which was the "blood" he vomited.

He handed the veil to Ji An: "Do you still remember that when you sprained your ankle in the old house of the Yan family, I kept reading a very broken medical book? It recorded a medicinal herb whose juice was similar to human blood. A few days ago I have found my day...you smell it, doesn't it even smell like blood?"

Ji An hesitated, poked his head out and smelled it, and there was indeed no smell of blood.

It seemed to be true, but Ji An didn't dare to believe it easily, he rolled up the handkerchief bit by bit and held it in his palm, pursed his lips and didn't speak, but tears fell down.

He cried silently, Yan Huai didn't say anything, just kept reaching out to wipe his tears, letting him cry for a long time, rolling his Adam's apple up and down a few times, before he calmed down and coaxed him: "An'an stopped crying, it was my fault."

Ji An's eyelashes were wet with moisture, his face was wet from crying, and he choked and said, "Master lied to me, master coughed so badly."

This was frightened, Yan Huai held the man in his arms and said to him: "Did I stop coughing when I was sleeping?"

The tears fell for no reason, Ji An didn't even know why he was crying so hard, but he couldn't control himself, and hiccupped when he spoke: "But, but the young master has a fever, I touched it."

"That's true." Yan Huai lightly rubbed Ji An's fingertips, "But it was on purpose, otherwise we would have brought so many clothes in our luggage, and I would have added a fox fur vest made by my mother, If the cold comes out, I have to transfer the clothes to you, what are you doing in the cold?"

It's really self-inflicted, the play is too real, it's unknown whether his father believed it completely, but the one who shouldn't have believed it is now a war.It is impossible to keep hiding, Yan Huai simply said: "My father is very shrewd, if I hadn't been really sick in those days, he wouldn't have believed it."

He said: "I was afraid that you would be worried, so I deliberately got better for a few days. I wanted to get you off when I vomited blood. Who would have thought that I couldn't get you off."

Ji An was crying so hard that his head was dazed, and he remembered that Yan Huai had coughed a lot at night when he was just sick, and he didn't hold him to sleep at that time, but in the next few days, the young master coughed more during the day, and at night But she has always slept peacefully, and has always hugged him, and is no longer afraid of getting sick to him like before.

Thinking about it carefully, the time when Yan Huai was most ill was always in the morning and evening when the master came to visit him.

It's not that there is no trace, it's just that he himself is too stupid.

But Ji An didn't know that there was a saying that "care leads to chaos".

His heart suddenly relaxed, but he cried even more fiercely: "Young master, what are you doing to lie to the master, the illness is so uncomfortable, the medicine is so bitter... woo... I was scared to death..."

He tugged at Yan Huai's sleeve, and the more he cried, the more sad he became: "I thought the young master was going to abandon me... my mother abandoned me, my father didn't want me anymore, young master... the young master said he would not abandon me, The young master lied..."

Ji An cried so much that Yan Huai couldn't get out of bed to get the ointment, so he had to change his position and hug Ji An so as not to touch his wound, and patted Ji An on the back to comfort him: "No, where am I? willing."

No matter how stupid a person is, he should have realized it by now. Ji An's head was resting on Yan Huai's shoulder, his forehead was a red mark from kowtowing, and the tip of his nose and eyes were red from crying. Feeling aggrieved, she complained: "Young master pretended to be ill, and didn't tell me about it, even Huoxiang knew about it, so he didn't tell me...Young master said you wouldn't lie to me, and you lied to me..."

Yan Huai's heart was softened by his crying, and he rubbed Ji An's head: "It won't happen in the future."

But the person in his arms was "unyielding and unrelenting", crying and whimpering, "Young master is a big villain..."

Another person would have lost his temper if he was cheated so miserably, but his family would only cry and call him a "bad guy", not even scolding him.

Yan Huai happily accepted the crime: "Okay, I'm bad."

After tossing and tossing for a while, Ji An's leg injury was already swollen, and he couldn't let it go any longer. Yan Huai touched his back and discussed, "First apply some medicine to get angry?"

The ointment was placed outside, and when Yan Huai went out to get the medicine, Ji An was still in a state of bewilderment, the reversal came too fast, he cried too hard at that moment just now, and now his head is dizzy, It made him feel a little top-heavy.

He was stunned for a while, watching Yan Huai go out, and then came back with a bunch of bottles and white cloth, and sat on the corner of the bed to treat the injury on his knee.

The ointment stings a little when it touches the wound, and only then does Ji An come back to his senses - he's not dreaming.

Yan Huai moved quickly and lightly. While blowing gently, he spread the ointment evenly, and then wrapped Ji An's knees with a white cloth. After tying it up, he glanced at Ji An, and then leaned down to lay on the side of the white cloth. He kissed lightly on the spot.

He kissed lightly, but Ji An felt as if he had been burned, his whole body trembled, and he moved his legs uncomfortably: "Dirty..."

"It's not dirty." Yan Huai pressed him and didn't let him move, and then carefully checked whether the bag was secure, and then went back to the bed and hugged him back, "Does it hurt?"

Ji An shook his head, he finally stopped crying now, and his mood gradually calmed down, he leaned obediently in Yan Huai's arms, and the feeling of joy spread belatedly.

The young master is not sick and will not die. He can still guard the young master for a long time.

Ji An greedily rubbed against Yan Huai's arms, then remembered to ask: "Why did the young master pretend to be sick to lie to the master?"

Yan Huai's plan is very thorough, but Ji An has always been the only person in the plan who made Yan Huai helpless. He didn't want Ji An to know, because he was afraid that the little fool who had never cheated anyone would not be able to act. I was afraid that he would be too thoughtful and burdened, but now I don't let him know, just because I believed that he was sick, this little fool made himself so miserable, and if he continues to make trouble, I don't know if he will be killed again. What is it like to toss yourself.

Yan Huai sighed helplessly, and said softly, "Because I want to marry An An as my wife."

Ji An was a little dazed, unable to figure out the connection between these two things, he looked at Yan Huai foolishly, and Yan Huai kissed his earlobe before listening to Yan Huai continue: "Have you ever heard of a saying called An An? 'Chongxi'?"

Naturally, I have heard it before. When the old lady was sick in the Xin Mansion, Master Xin once thought of marrying a child bride to Xin Chi, who was under the age, but later the old lady lived in the temple for half a year. The matter will not be discussed.

He nodded foolishly, he understood a little bit, and looked at Yan Huai with wide eyes: "Master pretending to be sick, is he planning to marry me by saying that he is happy?"

Yan Huai let out a "hmm", and didn't go into details about her black-hearted plans to plot against her parents, but only asked: "Forget that I've failed, Madam, don't annoy me this time, okay?"