Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Looking at the broken bank card, Yue Han slapped himself directly on the forehead.

What is he crazy about?Wei Mingyang just whispered a few soft words in his ear, so he couldn't find Bei?

A good 100 million, if you say break it, break it, how can 5 million be worth 100 yuan!His brain is definitely burned out.

Yue Han thought about whether to call Mrs. Wei and ask her to give him a new card, but this was only at the stage of thinking, and he didn't put it into practice.

If he really did this, the young master might be pissed to death.

Thinking of this, Yue Han felt something was wrong again, "What's wrong with me? I even considered his mood, alas..."

"You might like him a little bit." Ye Minghong's words suddenly entered Yue Han's ears, which made Yue Han shiver uncontrollably.

"No, no, no, I must be confused with a fever. I don't like such difficult people."

Yue Han hurriedly covered his head with the quilt, and was about to close his eyes and continue to sleep. This terrible thought must never come into being.

Not to mention the matter of the two men being together, there was a big gap between him and Wei Mingyang before, one was hiding debts everywhere, and the other was the eldest son of a rich family, if they really got together, he might be secretly executed by the Wei family.

Yue Han slept for a whole day. When he woke up, he felt that his eyes were brightened, and his whole body felt refreshed except for his lack of strength. He knew that his fever had subsided.

Yue Han stood up and stretched, ready to take care of the troublesome young master today.

"Mingyang, yesterday was delayed for a day, and today we will restart your physical conditioning."

As soon as he got downstairs, Yue Han saw Wei Mingyang with a small bag in his mouth.

At this time, Wei Mingyang was looking up at him, because he was too thin, his eyes were big, and because of the bag in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, he looked really cute.

Yue Han didn't dare to look directly into the young master's eyes, he quickly shook his head, raised his hand to slightly cover half of his face, cleared his throat, and said to Wei Mingyang: "Isn't this delicious? If you don't bite Can't I eat too?"

"This is a nutrient, quack doctor!" Wei Mingyang pointed to the word nutrient on the bag, frowned, and looked at Yue Han dissatisfied, "Did you have a fever and burn your eyes out?"

"You little brat, I want to have a good talk with you, but you don't even give me this chance."

"I also want to give you this opportunity, but you don't cherish it." Wei Mingyang rubbed his stomach and hooked his hands at Yuehan, "Okay, quack doctor, it's time for you to perform your duties."

"What are you doing?" Yue Han stepped forward suspiciously, and slightly bent down to look at him.

Wei Mingyang didn't talk to him too much, grabbed his hand, took a sterilized needle, and poked his finger directly.

"Hiss, what are you doing!" Yue Han wanted to pull out his hand, but Wei Mingyang grabbed his bleeding hand and put it in his mouth, Yue Han shivered unconsciously, "Wei Mingyang, you..."

"I'm cooperating with your treatment, quack doctor. You should be happy to have patients with whom I cooperate so much these days."

The veins on the melon seeds on Yue Han's head popped up suddenly, he couldn't hold back, and slapped Wei Mingyang directly on the head, "You kid is really trying to die every day!"

Wei Mingyang rubbed his head, and said displeasedly: "I'm the one who gave you money, yet you beat me."

"For your 5 yuan, I gave up 100 million. If you don't hit you, you still spoil you? You have been spoiled like this." Yue Han lifted Wei Mingyang from the sofa with force, " Let's go, go to eat, give me a good exercise after eating, did you get up in the morning and apply a mask?"

"It's over, you're so annoying."

Yue Han grabbed his face and squeezed it, "It feels good."

Wei Mingyang slapped his hand away, "Don't pinch my face every now and then, I'm still the young master of a rich family!"

"No matter how rich you are, you're still a brat. Eat, brat."

"You are really annoying."

"Then aren't you doing everything obediently?"

"Humph!"

Wei Mingyang was not happy, he kicked him, and Yue Han immediately caught him between his legs, "With such a violent temper, no one will dare to marry you in the future."

"How many times have I told you that I will not marry a wife and have children? Are you too old and have amnesia?"

Yue Han choked on his words, his teeth itching with hatred, "Good boy, wait for you to feel better."

So that afternoon, Wei Mingyang screamed so loudly that he couldn't stand it.

"It hurts! Ahhh! It hurts to death! Quack doctor, I'll fuck you! Quack doctor!" Wei Mingyang wanted to withdraw his two feet, but one of his feet was caught between Yue Han's legs, and the other The foot was held in Yue Han's hand, and he couldn't pull it out, so he could only be forced to be pinched by the old man.

"Master, it seems that none of your heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are good."

Yue Han saw the tears in Wei Mingyang's eyes, and thought it was very interesting. He bent his fingers, and pointed the finger bones to the soles of Wei Mingyang's feet with force.

The pain was so sore, Wei Mingyang's body tensed up, his chin lifted up, and there was a burst of whimpering, whether it was sour or too painful, and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

"This foot pinching, it seems that it will be put on the agenda in the future."

"Yuehan, you, you, you bastard! Ah!"

"Young masters from rich families don't swear." Yue Han pressed his hand again, "Don't yell, there are bodyguards at the door, they will come in and see you crying, it's shameful that you not me."

"Well... you know, bully me."

"There are only two of us in this family, and Zheng Ming, the only one who can speak, was sent home by you for an indefinite vacation. If I don't bully you, who will I bully?"

Yuehan is now energetic, determined to make up for what Wei Mingyang left behind yesterday. After all, the salary is 5 yuan a day.

"Well, I was wrong, I was wrong, I would rather have a needle than pinch my foot."

"It's too late to say wrong now."

"I'll ask Zheng Ming to come back and bully you right away." Wei Mingyang picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call, but Yue Han reached out and snatched the phone away.

"Give it back to me." Wei Mingyang went forward to grab it, his hands were too short, he didn't grab it, he just fell on Yue Han's body, he stood up with his hands, the tip of his nose happened to be opposite to Yue Han's, Wei Mingyang took Crying and complaining, "You, you are really, too bullying!"

Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes on Yue Han's face, looking at Wei Mingyang whose eyes were flushed at this time, Yue Han felt his heart soften, "Little Master... It's useless to cry, you should be responsible for yourself, if you feel I'm really not doing well, so I won't do it, how about it?"

He raised his hand, stroking the tears at the corners of Wei Mingyang's eyes, waiting for his reply.

Wei Mingyang bit his lip, looked at him for a long time, took a deep breath, and said, "It can be done, but can you be gentle? The pain just now was too painful."

"Okay, let me be gentle, who told you to be the young master." Yue Han's heart softened after being begged by the soft voice of the young master...