Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

"Okay, master, I understand, master, I'll do it right away, master." Zheng Ming said to the other end of the phone, and after hanging up the phone, he was stunned for a long time before realizing that he was talking to the young master just now. Is the young master of his family actually such an imposing person?

Didn't Yuehan call him last night and tell him that the young master doesn't say a word, is super clingy and mentally abnormal?

For this matter, he came early this morning to invite Dr. Ye Minghong who always likes to harass him!

"Mingming, why haven't you taken off your clothes yet? I won't go with you without a thorough inspection."

Ye Minghong raised his slender fingers, pushed the glasses frame, smiled and looked at the stiff Zheng Ming, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"Gudu—" Zheng Ming swallowed, and shook his hands to take off his clothes.

Young master, you don't know what I have gone through for you. If you inherit the company in the future, you have to make it up to me... Zheng Ming mourned in silence for himself.

Wei Mingyang, who was at home, naturally didn't care about Zheng Ming's suffering. Now he was rummaging through the medicine box at home.

"Disinfectant alcohol, antipyretics, iodine, and bandages..." He listed the medicines he found in front of Yue Han one by one, and brought a glass of warm water over, "Take the antipyretics first, wait I'll treat your back injury later."

Yue Han took the water from him, raised his head and took the antipyretics, "Instead of caring about me, why don't you just bite me and eat."

"You are so long-winded, lie on the bed for me, and I will treat your back injury. This is not a small injury."

"I just hope you get better soon." Yue Han didn't argue with him any more, and lay obediently on the bed, "I know what you're planning in your heart, give me antipyretics, let me sleep Now, no one will care about you today, right?"

Wei Mingyang was very helpless to what Yue Han said, "Your thoughts are too dirty, I am not such a person."

"Anyway, I don't have the strength to care about you today. You can spoil it as you like, but I only need to sleep for a day to recover. I will treat you well when I recover."

"Go to sleep." Wei Mingyang rolled his eyes, and slapped Yue Han on the back.

"It hurts, little brat!"

"Hmph!" Wei Mingyang raised his chin and snorted coldly. Looking at the wound on Yuehan's back, he rolled his eyes and looked at Yuehan who was about to fall asleep. He lowered his head and licked the blood oozing there on the injury.

Lying on the bed and drowsy, Yue Han suddenly became agitated, and turned his head to look at Wei Mingyang, but scratched the wound on his back and grinned in pain, "Wei Mingyang, what are you doing!"

Wei Mingyang raised his head, met his eyes, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, "Don't you want me to eat well? Your back is bleeding. If I lick it, I can go to eat. It's the best of both worlds."

Yue Han squinted at him, "I think you have Xiao Jiujiu in your heart, is it on purpose?"

"You did it on purpose! Do you think your blood smells good? It stinks!" Wei Mingyang slapped Yue Han on the back again.

Yue Han groaned in pain, and lay down on the bed again, "You definitely want to kill me."

"I'm not this kind of person." Wei Mingyang said, took alcohol, and carefully wiped Yue Han's back injury.

"Hiss..." After the alcohol touched his skin, Yue Han gasped in pain.

"Does it hurt? Then let me blow it to you?"

"Don't, don't blow it, it still hurts even if you blow it."

"Is that so?" Wei Mingyang looked at Yue Han with a frown, and while he wasn't paying attention, he blew hard on his back.

"Hiss, Wei Mingyang, you!"

Seeing that his face was flushed red, Wei Mingyang finally calmed down. He put iodine on his back and applied ointment, then pulled the quilt for him and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.

After that, Wei Mingyang sat on the edge of the bed, resting his chin on the back of his hand, quietly looked at Yuehan, "Quack doctor, are you sweating?"

Yue Han frowned, "It's not long since I took the medicine, how could I be sweating?"

"So do you want to sleep?"

"A little sleepy." Yue Han yawned, but Wei Mingyang was still staring at him intently, "What are you staring at me for? Nothing to do?"

Wei Mingyang spread his hands, "Didn't you let me play games?"

"You will be so obedient?"

"Of course not." Wei Mingyang took out his mobile phone and pointed at Yue Han, "I'll wait for you to fall asleep and take a picture of you snoring."

"You..." Yue Han patted his chest with his hand, only feeling that his chest was stuffy, "I'm getting old, I don't care about you today, you can do whatever you like."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the pillow and put it on his head, "The medicine is starting to work, I'm going to sleep, if you're hungry, go eat by yourself, if you can't heat it up, ask the bodyguard to heat it up for you, you know?" ?”

"Got it, got it, you're so wordy, go to sleep, I'll bring you a bowl of porridge later."

Wei Mingyang tore the pillow from Yue Han's hands, and stuffed it under his head. After pressing the video button on his phone, he began to take pictures of Yue Han's sleeping position.

Yue Han was so uncomfortable and sleepy that he didn't have the heart to bother with him, so he just let him pat him, closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Wei Mingyang turned off his cell phone, and just stood beside him quietly, touching his forehead for a while, and after confirming that he was sweating, he breathed a sigh of relief, went downstairs to eat, and brought him a bowl of porridge into the room.

As soon as he was in the room, he heard Yuehan who was lying on the bed muttering something in his mouth. When he listened closely, he froze.

"Mom, I feel bad, I'm living so hard, Mom..." Yue Han said in a daze, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Wei Mingyang looked at him, pursed his lips, raised his hand to smooth his hair, and took a piece of paper to wipe his tears, "Looking at the boss, the man looks good, why is he so ugly when he cries. "

"I'm uncomfortable……"

"Come and drink the porridge, I'll just feed you." Wei Mingyang helped Yue Han who was in a daze to get up, gently scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and carefully put it into his mouth.

He was a young master, and he didn't know how to take care of people, so a spoonful almost missed Yuehan's throat.

Yue Han retched twice, and woke up with tears and snot, "Are you going to kill me?"

"I'll feed you." Wei Mingyang shook the spoon in his hand twice, and threw the sticky porridge on the spoon directly over Han's face.

Yue Han wiped his face, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the back of Wei Mingyang's neck, "Stay where it's cool."

"You don't need me to take care of you anymore?" Wei Mingyang turned to look at him and asked.

"If you continue to take care of me like this, I'm afraid I'll be stabbed to death with a spoon."

Wei Mingyang shrugged, and handed the spoon to Yue Han, "Don't think of yourself too weakly, you can't be killed by a spoon, and you haven't been killed by a stick."

Yue Han directly threw the pillow over, "Let's go!"

"Then I'm leaving." Wei Mingyang grabbed the pillow, shrugged, and left.

Walking to the door, he stopped, turned around and looked at Yuehan and said, "Yuehan, where is your mother?"

Yue Han, who was about to drink porridge, paused, said something vaguely, then lowered his head and began to gulp down the porridge.

Wei Mingyang heard his words, and nodded, "My mother is also dead."

"Huh?" Yue Han raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"The person who hired you is not my mother, she has never been, she just looks like my mother." Seeing Yuehan puzzled, Wei Mingyang raised a wry smile, "But no one ever believes that she is not, Will you believe me?"

"I..." Yue Han looked at his smile and was speechless for a while.

It was this kind of smile again, with an indescribable sadness, this child...

Wei Mingyang looked into Yuehan's confused eyes, shook his head, and quickly put on a contemptuous expression, "Hurry up and eat, uncle, you are so silly looking at me like this."

"Clam??"

"Are you feverish and confused? Why are you staring at me in a daze?"

"I..." Yue Han didn't know what to say for a moment.

The topic is a bit jumpy, he always feels that he should have heard some shocking secret just now, why suddenly...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Mingyang said again: "You don't like me, do you? I'm not interested in men."

Yue Han "cut", "I said before, I'm not interested in diamond bean sprouts like yours."

"You are my personal health manager. Are you so unconfident in yourself, uncle? Are you sure you can make me stronger than you? Are you sure you won't fall in love with me then?"

"Impossible, the little hairy boy doesn't like it." Yue Han didn't talk to him again, and directly gave him a middle finger.

Wei Mingyang gritted his teeth, and gave him a middle finger back as usual.

Everything seems to be back to yesterday, but there seems to be something different.

Yue Han didn't have the time to think about the difference, and after drinking the porridge, he was going to continue to sleep.

But not long after he slept, he was awakened by the sound of hitting the table and the bench...

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Little cuties... If you like this article, can you try to read Chapter 52-Chapter 50-52 is very important...

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