Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

"Sure enough, your method is the best."

Wei Mingyang embraced the pillow in satisfaction, and under Yue Han's skillful technique, he felt that his tiredness had been taken away.

"My method is the best?" Why does this sound so strange?Yue Han stopped massaging Wei Mingyang's back immediately, "Could it be that you have someone else sign a contract with you?"

Hearing this, he felt uncomfortable.

It is said that the son of the rich family is the king of the sea, but it is not certain how many houses and men Wei Mingyang owns outside.

"Then go find someone else who signed a contract with you."

"Is it okay for Ye Minghong and I to go to a spa?"

"SPA? What?"

"It's a massage club to soothe my nerves. After you were gone, Ye Minghong has been giving me psychological counseling. He and I quickly got along well. He would often take me to massage and recuperate my body. He said, if you come back and see me Skinny, you will be worried, I try to make myself as strong as possible, and become like the kind of man you like."

Wei Mingyang turned around and gave Yuehan a hard look, saying: "But you, a bad man, actually forgot about me, no wonder you haven't come home for so many years."

"I..." Yue Han felt inexplicably guilty, and coughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, but I just can't remember many things. Grandpa Yue told me Paige's name."

"Grandpa Yue... Sure enough, everyone on that island has the surname Yue."

"Ok?"

"Your surname is also Yue. I didn't expect an explosion to send you to your own family. As a result, you have lived in this family for five years without knowing that you are the grandson of the head of the family."

"Huh?? What patriarch, what family?" Yue Han was dumbfounded by Wei Mingyang's words.

Wei Mingyang turned over, put his foot into Yuehan's hand, and motioned him to pinch his foot, "Didn't I tell you?"

"say what?"

"You are the grandson of the patriarch of the Yue family in Lingnan, and your status is quite high."

"No way, if I have such a high status, why should I pinch your feet?" Yue Han threw Wei Mingyang's feet aside.

But Wei Mingyang stretched his other foot into his embrace, "Hanhan, you can do whatever I ask you to do, otherwise..."

Yue Han didn't wait for him to finish, and threw his other foot away, "Otherwise, what can you do to me? I am the grandson of the patriarch, and I have a high status."

"You are really disobedient. If you are disobedient, you will not be cute. You need to be trained."

Wei Mingyang sat up, smiled at him, and before Yue Han could react, he rushed towards him like a hungry tiger.

"You, uh...don't, you kiss me!"

"Of course it's not just about kissing you." Wei Mingyang took the handcuffs and directly locked his hands on the bedside railing, "You'll be obedient in this way, baby Hanhan... the training begins—"

"Hey, don't come here, you!"

……

The physical contact calmed the struggling Yuehan, and countless memories rushed into his mind. He was sinking, and many flashing memories seemed to be connected in series.

"Hanhan, how can you forget me, you love me so much, how can you forget me."

Yue Han heard Wei Mingyang complaining aggrievedly in his ear, tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and finally he chose not to say a word, hugging the trembling young master tightly.

When he woke up the next morning, Yue Han felt his back was sore and his back hurt, but he still supported his head with his hands, looking at the mature Wei Mingyang beside him in a trance.

Wei Mingyang had deep dark circles under his eyes, although it didn't affect his beauty, it made Yue Han feel very distressed.

He stretched out his hand, traced the young master's resolute cheek, leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

"What? You don't think it's enough?" Wei Mingyang grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth, "It's not enough, you can continue until you remember."

"How can it be. I just think that the content of the service for the young master is too extensive, and it's normal if you can't remember it. However, you want to hurt me to death? How did I teach you before?"

"Hanhan?" Wei Mingyang looked at him with wide eyes in surprise.

"Haven't I always been Yue Han? Why are you so surprised?" Yue Han smiled, and moved a lot closer to Wei Mingyang, "My little master, he has grown up."

"Hanhan, Hanhan!" Wei Mingyang rolled over and tucked into his arms, "Hanhan, woo woo woo—"

"It's so big, crying nose really smells."

Wei Mingyang didn't care, hugging him and hitting his back, "I don't care, I don't care! You said you would bring Paige back to me, but I waited for you for a long time, but you didn't come to me. You Bad man! I found you, but you still ask me who I am! Idiot, idiot! Kill you!"

The feeling of this little fist beating his chest is really... very interesting, Yue Han hugged him, and laughed twice, "If you really want to hit me, you won't use such a small force, you are an adult, and you are still acting like a baby Woolen cloth?"

"I don't care, I just don't care! You have to make it up to me, hiccup..."

"Really, don't you think it's unworthy of you to cry like this with your abs on your face?"

"I don't care, woo woo burp! I just want to act like a baby with you, and I want to!"

"Okay, well, act like a spoiled child, my young master will always need my care..." Yue Han held Wei Mingyang's face, leaned over to lick the tears from the corner of his eyes, "My, young master..."