What about my brother?

. "After he finished speaking, he moved his mouth to the rim of the glass and took a big sip, and then the whole person remained motionless as if frozen.

"How is it, how is it?" Han Yinuo asked him curiously, and he took a big sip himself, his expression suddenly twisted.

Yan Dongqi struggled to swallow the milk tea in his mouth, and his voice changed a little when he opened his mouth: "Han Yinuo, fuck/Your uncle, do you really love me? You are an idiot, as long as Tanghe Is there no distinction between salt and water?"

Han Yinuo was also suffering from drinking, and said aggrievedly: "Why don't I separate sugar and salt? I know, sugar is bigger than salt, and I use the bigger one in the seasoning box." .”

Yan Dongqi pointed at him resentfully: "If you're not sure, can't you have a taste first? I use powdered sugar, Mr. Han, thank you, it must be finer than salt grains! "

After he said this, he turned around and found a box of original double skin milk from the refrigerator, dug a large spoonful with a spoon and handed it to Han Yinuo's mouth: "Open your mouth, really, I won't kill you, how much salt did you add? Ah, that's fine."

"You said it should be sweeter." Han Yinuo was still quite aggrieved, and his words were vague with a mouthful of panna cotta.

Yan Dongqi also ate a spoonful of it himself, so as to relieve the situation where his mouth was so salty that his taste buds died in battle.

"And how did I know that your milk tea shop still has salt grids." Han Yinuo took the spoon from Yan Dongqi's hand, and scooped another spoonful for himself.

Yan Dongqi glared at him: "You still blame me, some milk tea needs a little salt in it to taste better, can you blame me?"

He glared at Han Yinuo again, and wanted to say something, but he laughed before he could say a word.

Han Yinuo didn't hold back, but also started to have fun.

The two brothers were like two idiots, one holding a bowl of Shuangpi Nai, the other holding a spoon, smiling like idiots face to face, and their looks were so cool that they couldn't look directly at them.

The two laughed for a while, and just as they regained their strength, Yan Dongqi's phone rang, and when he took it out, he found Deng Xiaoxiao who was still lingering.

Yan Dongqi let out a "tsk", immediately frowned, and said to himself, "Why is this so annoying."

But he still reached out to answer the phone, his voice was a bit cold: "What's the matter?"

Deng Xiaoxiao on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Yan Dongqi said "um", then handed the bowl in his hand to Han Yinuo, and leaned on the kitchen counter to answer the phone.

"I'm also wrong. I'm really embarrassed to break the appointment today without telling you in advance."

"Ah, yes."

"Okay, I know that there is a shop that does a good sirloin...Okay, I can do it, as long as you want."

Yan Dongqi's expression gradually relaxed, and there was even a hint of a smile on his face.

Han Yinuo stood quietly opposite him, his heart that was originally soaring gradually sank to the point where he could hardly see it.

Yan Dongqi hung up the phone, and patted Han Yinuo's shoulder heartlessly: "Look, your brother is so charming, any girl should be gentle and considerate when seeing your brother."

Han Yinuo responded casually, but didn't answer any more.

How could he not know if he was attractive?He thought that his ups and downs throughout the day were all because of the man in front of him, so he couldn't help laughing at himself.

The so-called liking, isn't that what it is.

The author has something to say: Shuangpi Nai's indirect kiss... Forget it, I didn't say it.Because I won't update it tomorrow, I feel guilty and wrote a little longer than usual today.Next Tuesday, I will continue to bring the little angels, I am sorry to you, to kneel down.

☆, fever

Yan Dongqi went to the bar early in the morning to check a few wine lists, checked last month's financial statements by the way, and reimbursed the invoices in hand of the manager on duty. It was almost eleven o'clock when he got home.

He's been very busy recently, and it's the first time he can go home without time.

Yan Dongqi bought some beef and chicken at the supermarket, as well as some miscellaneous vegetables, and was going home at noon to serve Han Yinuo and him two bowls of noodles.

It was snowing heavily outside, and all the way into the house, the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders and the hem of his clothes turned into water droplets. He took off his coat and shook it. It was not until he changed his shoes that he realized that the house was quiet.

Han Yinuo hadn't gotten up yet.

Not long after the winter vacation, Han Yinuo and his friends went to a neighboring province to play. It looked like five or six days. He was very happy while playing. He reported the trip to Yan Dongqi Balabala every night and could report it for an hour. When he came back, he was still big Bao Xiaobao brought him a bunch of tourist souvenirs.

But this kid was really worrying, he started to catch a cold two days after he got home, it wasn't serious at first, Yan Dongqi also expressed deep surprise when he saw Han Yinuo sick for the first time.He reckoned that the boy was playing wild outside, and the one who didn't pay attention caught the cold.

The young man seemed quite lethargic after he caught a cold. Yan Dongqi recalled his performance in the past two days, and suddenly found that the illness seemed to be getting worse in the past two days.

Han Yinuo didn't like to sleep in very much, except for catching up on sleep during the holidays, according to the schedule during this time, he should have woken up by this time.Yan Dongqi thought something was wrong, put down the things in his hands and walked towards his room.

"Yinuo, why haven't you woke up yet? Is it uncomfortable?" As soon as Yan Dongqi entered his room, he saw the kid curled up on the bed, so he hurried to the side of his bed, and stretched out his hand to turn Han Yinuo's head over. .

Han Yinuo frowned, and moaned in a daze, "Cold."

"Cold?" Yan Dongqi hurriedly put his hand on his forehead, and just after feeling it, he realized that something was not right, his forehead was so hot that he could fry two catties of eggs in the refrigerator.

He suddenly panicked.

Usually Han Yinuo is in good health and eats well, and he has never had any illness.Yan Dongqi also felt that the child was easy to feed, Zuo just fed two mouthfuls of food regularly, and he didn't think it was going to be any better.

Even if Han Yinuo caught a cold this time, Yan Dongqi didn't pay much attention to it. This kid has become tall and straight in the past two years, and his whole virtue of being rich and handsome, although "rich" may be a bit short, but in his In my heart, I was definitely a strong man who "strengthened the mountain and surpassed the world", but I didn't expect to be knocked down by a cold without saying a word.

Although Yan Dongqi himself is quite slender, he is still an old man after all, and he can't get sick twice a year, so he will inevitably be in a hurry at this moment.

He turned around twice in the same place, collected himself, and then hurriedly looked for the medicine box in the drawer of the TV cabinet, finally found a thermometer, and quickly took Han Yinuo's temperature first.

While Han Yinuo was lying in a daze in the room to take his temperature, he rummaged through the living room to find medicines that could cure fever. At the bottom of the Bogu shelf, I found most of the bag of Banlangen covered with old ash, which seemed to be expired.

Yan Dongqi stared at the empty medicine box, wishing to slap himself twice, in his heart he felt that he was nothing at all.

He has been very busy for the past two weeks, one bar is being renovated, other shops are doing well, and he runs around several shops by himself, never caring about Han Yinuo's life or death.

I really don't know how Han Yinuo ate food and medicine when he stayed at home during his vacation these two weeks, so that he abruptly dragged a mild cold into a high fever.

This guy is really fucking unreliable.

Yan Dongqi wiped his face, turned around and entered Han Yinuo's room, the boy was still curled up, looking very pitiful.He sighed and sat on the side of his bed, patted gently: "Enoch, turn around, let me see how your fever is doing?"

After getting the thermometer in his hand and seeing it clearly, Yan Dongqi felt that he simply jumped down the French window in the living room, apologizing for death. Thirty-nine degrees nine, and a damn near forty degrees.

"This won't work, Enuo, let's put on our clothes, the burn is too serious, we have to go to the hospital for an injection." Yan Dongqi softly coaxed Han Yinuo while pulling his shoulders to help him up, this kid Much taller than himself, Yan Dongqi broke out in a sweat before he tossed twice.

"Uncomfortable." Han Yinuo still huddled on the bed with his eyes closed, frowning and muttering in a low voice.

Yan Dongqi only felt that these two characters came out of nowhere, directly hit his forehead and made him out of breath for a long time.He was so distressed that he had no choice but to pat Han Yinuo's body again: "Brother knows you are uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital for an injection, and you won't feel uncomfortable after the injection, okay?"

Han Yinuo snorted, and shrank under the quilt without moving.

Yan Dongqi looked at his pale lips, sighed, turned around and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, then reached out and turned on the bedside lamp: "Enuo, come, let's drink some water first, shall we?"

The boy on the bed sat up slowly after hearing this.

Yan Dongqi hurried over, let him lean on his shoulder, and brought the rim of the cup to his mouth.

Han Yinuo swallowed two sips of water with great effort, closed his eyes and frowned, his voice was a bit vague: "It's hot, don't drink it."

Yan Dongqi tested the temperature of the water by himself just now, and he was sure it wasn't hot, and he also knew that Han Yinuo was feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to drink it.But even though he has no common sense, he knows that it is better to drink more water when you have a fever, so you can only persuade him in a soft voice while holding his shoulder: "Drink more water so that the disease will heal quickly. If you drink a little more, just three sips." OK?"

Han Yinuo slightly twisted his body, but still lowered his head slowly, and obediently drank a few more sips of water.

After drinking the water, the young man seemed to wake up a little bit. He turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and stared at Yan Dongqi in a daze for a while, then frowned suddenly, shrank his head into the socket of Yan Dongqi's neck, and the furry head rested on his neck. After rubbing against the bottom twice, the voice was muffled: "Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

The sourness in Yan Dongqi's nose couldn't be stopped, the kid's aggrieved expression made him wish he was the one who got sick, and he opened his mouth for a moment, not knowing what to say.

After Han Yinuo said this, he slid down again, wanting to lie back under the blanket, but Yan Dongqi hurriedly supported him: "Yinuo, I can't sleep anymore, we have to go to the hospital for an injection."

The boy was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and then suddenly struggled hard, his voice was not too loud, hoarse and wronged: "I don't want to go to the hospital, don't take me to the hospital."

Yan Dongqi's strength couldn't hold Han Yinuo at all, the young man had a severe fever, and he was probably burnt out at the moment, he only knew to struggle hard and shrink into the quilt.

He had no choice but to help Han Yinuo to lie down again, then took the quilt from his own room, covered Han Yinuo with another layer, and then turned and left the room.

Yan Dongqi is very happy at the moment that he is a bar owner, and he knows a lot of people. If he is a programmer who sits in front of the computer all day, he will probably cry anxiously at this moment.

He has a good personality, is shrewd and tactful, and knows nothing but is good at dealing with various types of people.There are a lot of good friends, and I happen to know a few doctors, and one of them has opened a clinic in the family's community, not too far from their home.

Before the doctor rushed over, Yan Dongqi looked at Han Yinuo who was suffering from fever on the bed and didn't know what to do, and there was no medicine at home, so he had to sit by the bed and use his mobile phone to look up methods of physical cooling.

There are two kinds in total, one is to rub the whole body with alcohol, the other is to take a hot bath, and both are for babies.He looked at the frowning young man lying on the bed, he guessed it was impossible to take a hot bath, and if he wanted Han Yinuo's body to the bathroom, he would have to go west first.

Luckily, one of the few things in the medicine cabinet that actually worked was a bottle of alcohol.

Yan Dongqi found a small towel, poured alcohol on it, and gently lifted the quilt from Han Yinuo's body a little.

After reaching in and touching it, I realized that although Han Yinuo was covered so thickly, he didn't feel like sweating at all, and his whole body was burning badly.

Yan Dongqi sighed, and carefully rubbed behind Han Yinuo's ears, neck artery, palms, and underarms as if wiping a vase, trying hard to restrain it from popping up while rubbing. A painful feeling that made his nose sore.

Han Yinuo was in a daze from the fever, his whole body was hot and dry, and suddenly something cold was stuck to his body, and he couldn't help sighing softly.

Yan Dongqi saw that the boy's frowning brows showed signs of relaxation, and felt that this method was quite tricky, so he stretched his arm in a little bit, and wiped his chest and stomach with alcohol.

The boy on the bed snorted, slowly opened his eyes, and called out hoarsely, "Brother."

"Hey, hey, I'm here." Yan Dong's chess player didn't stop moving, he leaned forward and leaned in front of Han Yinuo, "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable, the doctor will be here soon."

Han Yinuo shook his head vigorously, just staring at Yan Dongqi.

Yan Dongqi took out the small towel in his hand from under the quilt, iced it with water in the basin on the ground, then poured some alcohol, wiped his chest and lower abdomen, and pressed his hand on Han Yinuo's thigh .

Han Yinuo shivered for a moment, and his legs flicked to the side unnaturally.

"What's the matter, it's too cold? It's only effective when it's iced. You're burning too badly. There's an artery in your thigh. Don't move. I'll wipe it for you. It'll make you feel better. You're so hot right now." It looks like he has transformed." Yan Dongqi was relieved to see that Han Yinuo looked a little more energetic now.

Han Yinuo let out a "hmm", but still tried his best to avoid Yan Dongqi's hand, his eyes did not stare at Yan Dongqi as before, but looked at the ceiling a little erratically.

"Oh, can you stay still..." Yan Dongqi couldn't lift the quilt, this kid's legs were always hiding, and the alcohol on the towel was always rubbing on the quilt, he was a little irritable and wanted to put Han Enoch held down his leg, but before he could finish speaking, his voice was automatically muted.

Xiao Nuo is too energetic.

It doesn't look at all like his master's limp and sickly look right now! ! !

When Yan Dongqi accidentally pushed his hand over, for a moment, his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move, only he roared nonchalantly in his head.

He slowly pulled his hand out of the quilt, threw the small towel into the basin, lowered his head against the basin, and only after a while did he look up at Han Yinuo's blushing handsome face, not knowing whether it was from embarrassment or burning, It was embarrassing and sighed with emotion: "...young man, you... ouch... you can..."

Han Yinuo felt that no matter what he said, it would be more enjoyable to die directly.

Before that, Han Yinuo did not expect that he would be so seriously ill.

Yan Dongqi is always away from home recently, and Han Yinuo eats alone, so he never leaves according to the meal time, orders takeaway when he is hungry, and simply does not eat when he is not hungry. He threw it behind his head.

In fact, when he first caught a cold, he thought about whether to buy some medicine, but Yan Dongqi has been too busy recently, and he didn't pay much attention to his illness, so he himself was like a psychopath, I don't know Who are you angry with, and you simply don't care about it.

It wasn't until this morning when he was about to get up that he felt sore and limp and had a splitting headache that he realized that this matter was really troublesome.

It was really uncomfortable to burn, and he basically didn't hear a word of what Yan Dongqi said to him after he came back. He only remembered drinking a few sips of water, and then fell asleep in a drowsy state.

He was awakened by the occasional cold touch on his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Dongqi busying beside his bed. He felt quite satisfied in his heart, but after enjoying it for a while, he felt something was wrong. .

The cold towel was quite comfortable to stick to his body, which relieved his burning and aching skin a lot.The problem is that besides the towel, Yan Dongqi's hands also brushed across his body from time to time. His hands and neck were fine, but when the man's hands rubbed against Han Yinuo's chest and lower abdomen, the situation became a little out of control .

Yan Dongqi's hands are also very cold, I don't know if it's because of his low body temperature, or because of the alcohol.When it touched Han Yinuo's skin, it was light and soft, like a feather. The understated touch seemed to carry an electric current along the touched skin and went straight into his brain, making him feel a little nervous because of the fever. The chaotic head, I don't know if it is awake or more chaotic.

All of Han Yinuo's senses were focused on Yan Dongqi's hand that was holding the towel and walking on his skin, but there was another uncontrollable heat on his body that began to focus on a certain place.

In the end, Yan Dongqi didn't notice at all, it seemed that he was really serious about wiping his whole body with alcohol.Han Yinuo's mood at the moment was between pain and enjoyment, but in order not to let Yan Dongqi notice the abnormality, he could only recite "Namo Amitabha Buddha" in his heart while carefully trying to move his legs away a little.

In the end, it was discovered by Yan Dongqi, it's really not as good as God, mother/egg.

Seeing his brother's stunned and embarrassed expression, Han Yinuo really wanted to jump off the French bay window in the living room and die.

The author has something to say: Golden Week is over, and finally there is time to code.I found an article I wrote before on the computer. I think the setting is quite interesting. The writing style was naive at the time, but I still want to share it with you. It should be the only BG article in my life. It was written a long time ago. , but it’s a pit, and I’m going to make it up this time, after all, I’m going to write about pure love in this life.You can watch and play if you want, because most of it is written, so there are enough manuscripts, and it is updated every day.

☆, make progress

The two brothers looked at each other, and then looked away in a very tacit understanding.The air in the room seemed embarrassingly unable to circulate for a moment.

Then the doorbell rang suddenly.

"I'll go and open the door." Yan Dongqi said in a low voice, then quickly got up and left the room, almost crying out of gratitude in his heart, he has never seen such a timely doorbell ringing at such a fucking age.

He actually felt that it was strange that he was so embarrassed. They were all men, and it was no big deal if they rubbed and touched each other. When he was in school, he also compared the size of the boys who had a good relationship with each other in the class, and he didn't think it was a big deal at all. Son, why is Han Yinuo so awkward?

But he thought about it again, after all, any elder brother should feel embarrassed if he slammed his younger brother's bird.Yan Dongqi reluctantly used this theory to convince himself, feeling much calmer, and then he took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to open the door.

The doctor standing at the door smiled politely when he saw Yan Dongqi, raised his hand to gently support his glasses, and then said slowly: "Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I was delayed on the way, where is the patient?"

When Yan Dongqi saw the doctor standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and took him to Han Yinuo's room. After opening and closing the door in the blink of an eye, Han Yinuo fell asleep again in a daze. It was really uncomfortable, and the body functions have automatically started to sleep.

Because Yan Dongqi talked about Han Yinuo's situation on the phone before, the doctor just took a measurement/body temperature, and then turned to Yan Dongqi and said: "It's 39 degrees five at the moment, it's not a big deal, his physique depends on it." It looks pretty good, and I think there will be no problem after taking two bottles of drips and taking a medicine."

From the paper bag he brought with him, he took out two glass bottles, an unopened drop needle, and cotton swabs of iodine and alcohol, and if he was skilled, he would poke Han Yinuo on the back of his hand.

Yan Dongqi was taken aback when he saw his swift action, and quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, are you going to poke like this?"

"Then what do you mean... don't poke like this, what should I do, organize a cultural performance to celebrate first?" The doctor couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you, don't you believe me?"

"I don't believe you, I just... oh, it's nothing." Yan Dongqi was a little embarrassed, because he didn't know what he wanted to stop, but he thought the needle looked too sharp At one point, he couldn't stand it anymore, "Poke, poke, poke, I'll go out and find you someone who can hang a bottle."

When Yan Dongqi threw all the things on the hanger at the door to the sofa and moved the hanger to the bedroom, the doctor had already tied the needle, and now there was a little bleeding, and a transparent tube on the back of Han Yinuo's hand was glowing red of.

"What's going on here?" Yan Dongqi hurriedly put the hanger aside, and approached Han Yinuo.

The young doctor turned his head and glanced at Yan Dongqi helplessly: "The blood has returned, you haven't seen it before."

Yan Dongqi also felt that he was a little too nervous, and Han Yinuo felt a little strange, so he coughed twice in embarrassment, then silently moved the hanger to the bedside, and took the hanger that the doctor temporarily hung on the corner of the bedside table. bottle, and then carefully hang it on the hanger.

"Okay, let him sleep, let's go out and talk." The doctor stood up, patted Yan Dongqi's shoulder, and said in a low voice.

Yan Dongqi nodded, and the two of them reached the living room lightly before they spoke: "Xiao Sun, I really trouble you today, it's snowing so hard, and I asked you to make a trip at noon."

"It's okay," the doctor surnamed Sun smiled, "Anyway, there is no one in the clinic at noon."

"That..." Yan Dongqi hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "I think the medicine in the bottle is quite cold, and I'm afraid that after taking two bottles, it will make his arm cold and uncomfortable. Can you put a hot water bottle under his arm? ?”

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Brother Yan, I didn't see that, your brothers have such a good relationship."

"Can we stop interrupting now? He's sleeping like that. How can you tell that our brothers have a good relationship? Cut down the nonsense and just ask if you can." Yan Dongqi talked a lot about Han Yinuo's illness. He's about to burst out in a hurry, so he still has to worry about talking to this person and other nonsense.

"Of course, this is the best way. When the bottle is about to run out, you pull out the needle on the top and replace it with another bottle. I think he is a little dehydrated and hasn't eaten anything. Give him some glucose. Add some water and sugar, and I will leave some medicine for you here, which I prescribed in the clinic, let him take it for the next two days, and he will probably be fine in a few days." The young doctor smiled. With a smile, he said slowly.

He paused, and then added two sentences: "When his fever subsides and he wakes up, cook some porridge for him to drink."

After finishing speaking, he showed a narrow smile: "Can you cook porridge, do you need me to teach you?"

"Nonsense, you were still wearing crotch pants when I knew how to cook. If you come to my house to eat, you won't eat heavy food for a month." Yan Dongqi snorted with a faint smile, and glanced at him sideways, "Don't What about the medical expenses, what about the medical expenses, the medical expenses plus the medical expenses, you report the number."

The doctor smiled: "If you let me spend two meals with you, the medical expenses will be free."

"Don't come here, just tell me how much it is. I will pay you and you will go back early. The snow is getting heavier and heavier." Yan Dongqi frowned slightly, and he just remembered at this moment, this person My name is Sun Qieyan, and I have been calling him "Xiao Sun" before because Dr. Xiao Sun is written in the note name on my mobile phone.

If it weren't for being really anxious today, it would be absolutely impossible for Yan Dongqi to ask this kid to come to the house.

He met Sun Qieyan when he opened the second bar. At that time, the kid was very handsome. He was surrounded by several fierce and strong men at the bar entrance to collect protection money. Yan Dongqi couldn't see it and asked the security guard The idlers waited to be blasted away, and then brought people in.

As a result, he became acquainted after a few visits. This kid looks gentle and handsome, but he is actually good at chatting. He speaks and does things in a calm and orderly manner. Yan Dongqi thinks it is very fun, so he is also happy to make him such a friend. .

But he originally thought that the definition of the two of them was good friends, but in the end, the unfolding of the matter made him feel overwhelmed for a long time.

Because Sun Qiyan confessed to him.

That's right, a confession.

Standing at the door of his bar without drinking or taking drugs, his eyes were full of seriousness and cleanliness, and he said very sincerely, "Brother Yan, I like you, you know what kind of like you are. I want to be with you , the kind of being together for a lifetime."

Yan Dongqi was about to cry, I really don't know what kind of thing you like.

He doesn't dislike homosexuality very much. Anyone who likes men or women is fine, but the premise is that they must not be attracted to themselves.He is a man who still wants to find a lot of girls with delicate bodies and soft bodies who are easy to push/fall down.

Then... nothing more, the relationship between the two of them cooled down quickly because of this matter, from good buddies who talked about everything, to awkward friends who could barely drink a few sips of wine together and casually talk about the recent situation.

During the time when he had just confessed his love, Sun Qiyan still didn't give up, he would give Yan Dongqi hints twice if there was nothing to do, teasing and flirting.But later I found that I couldn't get a response anyway, so I finally gave up.

This happened a long time ago, Yan Dongqi used to call him "Xiao Sun", and now he even forgot his name.There are one hundred and eighty people surnamed Sun in the phone, and ten or twenty people whose suffix is ​​doctor. He didn’t expect it to be so small. He only remembered that there was a friend’s clinic close to his home, but he didn’t expect the owner of the clinic to be this kid.

Dr. Sun was not angry at all when Cengfan was rejected, he just smiled and pushed his glasses again: "You are still the same, not gentle at all." Then he opened his mouth to report the price of the medical expenses.

Yan Dongqi paid the money, and sent him to the elevator out of politeness. While waiting for the elevator, the two of them didn't speak, but silently stared at the jumping red numbers in the elevator.

"That," the young doctor interrupted the silence first, with a smile in his voice, "Yan Dongqi, I found that I still like you quite a bit, don't you think about it anymore?"

The elevator stopped in front of them, with a "ding", Yan Dongqi moved as if he had just recovered, and then said: "No, I think it's good for us to be friends. Besides, I still like girls a bit more."

He watched Dr. Sun walk into the elevator with his usual polite smile.

Sun Qiyan walked into the elevator and turned around, looked at Yan Dongqi, then habitually reached out to help his glasses, and then smiled meaningfully: "Really? I don't think so."

"What?" Yan Dongqi didn't understand the meaning of his words, so he asked.

The elevator door closed slowly, and the young doctor didn't speak anymore, that sly and faint smile gradually disappeared through the gap in the elevator door.

Yan Dongqi raised his eyebrows, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm sick." Then he turned and went home without thinking about it.He was still thinking about making some porridge for Han Yinuo, and eating some when he got up.

The hanging bottle was used for more than two hours, but Han Yinuo was still in a deep sleep, and he didn't seem to wake up at all. Seeing that his frowning brows relaxed a little, Yan Dongqi guessed that the effect of the medicine was slowly coming out.

He originally wanted to reach into the quilt to see if he was sweating, but after hesitating for a while, he turned around and left Han Yinuo's room.

It was evening when Han Yinuo woke up.

Before he fell asleep, he vaguely remembered that someone came to give him an injection. He didn't know if it was because of the fever. Even the injection was so dull that he almost felt no pain, and he just wanted to sleep.

Now it is much better, probably because of sweating all over, my body is much lighter, and most of the symptoms of headache, dizziness and sore joints in the morning have disappeared, but I can’t lift up my body for a long time, and I feel flustered.

He turned over a few times in the bed, feeling extremely sticky and uncomfortable, and the room was very dark.After Han Yinuo paused for a while, he called "Brother" towards the door.

Because of his illness, he couldn't cheer up, his voice was small and hoarse, and when he was about to clear his throat and call out again, Yan Dongqi's voice from outside had already come to mind repeatedly from near to far: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Here I am, finally waking up."

He watched Yan Dongqi trot in sideways, sat down by the bed and turned on the light, then reached out and touched his forehead: "The fever is finally gone, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"No energy." Han Yinuo slightly pursed his lips, looking at Yan Dongqi pitifully.

Yan Dongqi touched his forehead again, took the thermometer from the bed, shook it twice against the lamp, and handed it to Han Yinuo: "It must be boring, I haven't eaten all day, I feel hungry now Not hungry?"

Han Yinuo obediently stuffed the thermometer into his bosom, Yan Dongqi didn't say it was fine, but after saying this, he just felt his stomach hurt from hunger, so he nodded: "I'm hungry."

Yan Dongqi looked very happy, the hand attached to his forehead reached out to the top of his hair and gently scratched, his face was covered with the gentle light of the desk lamp, he lowered his head slightly to look at the young man, he was as handsome as a god, but his eyes were very Gentle and happy: "As long as you feel hungry, I'm afraid you won't be hungry. I made you something to eat, you lie on the bed, don't lift the quilt, I'll bring you food, you eat a little. "

It didn't take long for the man to come in with a white tray. He leaned over and put the tray on the bedside table. First, he looked at the temperature on the thermometer that Han Yinuo handed over. Then he felt relieved and sat down on the bed. He gently helped Han Yinuo to sit up, and then put a pillow behind his back.

Han Yinuo stared at the dishes on the tray, only to feel that the saliva secretion in his mouth was like a stormy sea.

"I cooked some chicken porridge, and then I was afraid that you would get a fever in your mouth and tasteless, so I mixed a jellyfish head with cold vinegar. Don't you usually like to eat this? I also made a blueberry yam, I don't know if you want something sweet or something salty when you wake up, just make something, tell me what else you want to eat, and I'll make it for you right away." Yan Dongqi handed the tray on the bedside table to Han Yinuo Pushed forward.

The corners of Han Yinuo's mouth slightly turned upwards, secretly delighted in his heart, feeling that his illness was too fucking worth it, Yan Dongqi was usually gentle to him, but definitely not as gentle as today, with the concern in his eyes And distressed, Han Yinuo was so happy that he couldn't find Bei.

"Brother, I want you to feed me." When Han Yinuo managed to suppress his joy that was about to float up, he found that his mouth had already uttered such a sentence uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: Seeing the comments of several little angels, I feel that changing the title is even cooler.I fixed some small details, and will continue to update tomorrow, and I will keep it updated this weekend.

☆, this sour cool

Yan Dongqi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

Han Yinuo gritted his teeth, holding a heroic spirit, and said it again clearly in a low voice: "I said, I want you to feed me."

"No, baby, you must have had a fever since you were five and a half years old." Yan Dongqi was a little bit dumbfounded, "You just have a cold and a fever, and it's not like you broke your arms."

Han Yinuo couldn't tell whether he was more unhappy or embarrassed at the moment, so he just pursed his lips and looked down at the navy blue vertical stripes on the quilt.

In Yan Dongqi's heart, Han Yinuo has always been a strong and independent boy, and now he can even be called a man.Most of the time, he is always obedient and well-behaved, and at the same time calm and steady, even if he occasionally clings on to act like a baby, but in general, Han Yinuo hardly ever acts like a child one side.

At the beginning, he was also very worried, feeling that the boy's personality was calm and depressing. After all, he was only a boy of sixteen or seventeen, but he didn't have the temper of a child at all, and he didn't even have a playful heart.But later on, I gradually got used to him like this, and sometimes I even felt that Yan Zhi, who was also sixteen or seventeen and about the same age, was quite naive.

So seeing Han Yinuo's childish performance now, Yan Dongqi was a little surprised.

looking down at the boy