High-IQ chaebol: begging for a hug in the arms of a black belly

Shen Bolun tried to push Shen Bocheng away with the last bit of strength left, but it was useless.

"Brother...don't make trouble, I'll wash it for you." Shen Bocheng really felt distressed.

His brother has been like this since he was a child. He doesn't say anything, whether he's happy or not, or what's uncomfortable. He never tells it. Every time he finds out on his own initiative, otherwise no one will know.

Shen Bolun didn't have the strength to resist anymore, so he could only sit on the ground and let Shen Bocheng pick up the shower head to foam him up and rinse.

Shen Bocheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he washed quickly, "Okay, stand up and take another shower, and hurry back to bed."

Shen Bolun obeyed the command in a trance.

Wrapping the person in a towel and carrying him to the bed, and covering him tightly with the quilt, Shen Bocheng asked, "Brother, tell me the door lock code."

Shen Bolun's mind was buzzing, and he said in a daze, "Your birthday..."

Shen Bocheng's expression paused slightly, and his heart felt inexplicably sad.

Walking out of the corridor, the cold wind hit his face, Shen Bocheng took a deep breath of the cool air, the white mist was like a confused past in his mind, making him a little at a loss.

He didn't go home for so many years, he only made a sum of money silently on the card used by Shen Bolun to pay the tuition fee, and he never went home again.

His elder brother's affection for him was stronger than anyone else's. During those painful and struggling years, it was like a spiritual pillar that kept him moving forward.

Although there are sorrows and joys in the end, there are deceptions and uses, and there are bloodstains left by one's own efforts to resist fate...

Now, things are not people, and my brother is still the brother who loves him.

Home was no longer there, and he could feel the pain of Shamberland, the feeling of being helpless and abandoned by the whole world.

He has experienced it, so he doesn't want, and he doesn't want to let his brother, who has lost all his blood relatives, to live in this cold world without a home.

After cooking the porridge, he sat on the left side silently guarding the sleepy Shen Bolun, and Shen Bocheng used WeChat to type Xia Tingyu's report.

"Honey, I can't accompany you today. My brother can't do without people. I won't tell grandpa and them. I'll go back later."

Soon, Xia Tingyu quickly replied as if he had been waiting for him with his cell phone.

"It's okay, you can stay with brother well, we have already returned to the old house."

"Sorry, Xiaoyu."

"It's okay, anyway, my family is already familiar with it, isn't it!"

Looking at the screen, Shen Bocheng laughed, it was obvious that Xia Tingyu already knew the fact that he often went to Xia's house.Maybe he will show up now, and he will have to suffer a few small punches and critical blows.

"The situation forced me to bow to the evil forces. It was my fault. I apologize."

"Bah... you are having fun! And I apologize, I think you are very beautiful."

"You guessed it."

"shameless……"

"Yes, I am shameless and shameless."

"Little man..."

"Well...you are right at all."

"I know it all, you've been plotting against me since the beginning."

"That time in the park wasn't..."

"Do not believe!"

"I swear by my boyfriend, I really didn't approach you purposefully, I just followed the trend."

"Ghost letter!" Immediately afterwards, Xia Tingyu sent another message: "Where are those two guys with knives by the lake?"

"It was sent by the creditor, not for you."

Xia Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, and then he said, "Is everything taken care of?"

"Don't worry, it's been dealt with long ago... That kind of thing won't happen again in the future."

"That's good, let's do it first, grandpa called me, you can take care of yourself, and I will deal with you when you come back."

"As ordered!"

Two hours later, Shen Bolun had a high fever again. This time the illness was severe, but Shen Bolun insisted not to go to the hospital, saying that he was a doctor and could handle it at home.

Shen Bocheng didn't force him, he fed him a few mouthfuls of porridge, and then followed his instructions to bring a large bag of medicine in front of him.

Among the handfuls of pills, Shen Bocheng found that one box was all in English, which he couldn't understand.

"What is this?" Shen Bocheng asked.

"Imported anti-inflammatory drugs..." Shen Bolun paused, then threw the medicine back into the plastic bag and said, "Don't take this for now, we support domestic production."

After speaking, he took out another box with Cefixime written on it, opened it and took one into his mouth.

"Drink water..." Shen Bocheng held the water glass and said, "Why don't you fix this problem, you are a doctor, you have to treat others, and be careful not to spoil your patients."

Shen Bolun liked to hold the medicine since he was taking medicine, it seemed that he liked the strange and bitter taste that no one else could bear.

Shen Bolun hadn't enjoyed such a peaceful and comfortable life in such a long time. Although he was sick, he didn't want to get better too soon.

Everyone said he was a workaholic, running desperately to the hospital all day long.In fact, only he knew that he didn't want to go home, let alone be alone in this weird and quiet room.

Having Shen Bocheng by his side today made him extremely calm.

"I also bought a lot of vegetables and meat, and I'll cook you four dishes and one soup for dinner later." Shen Bocheng is quite confident in his cooking skills, after all, even Xia Tingyu, a picky little cat, agrees.

"I'm sorry...you have been cooking since childhood." Shen Bolun thought of the past when Shen Bocheng cooked meals for four people every day at home, but he lived so long that he couldn't even cook noodles.

"Hey... why are you talking about this! Aren't you doing all the work in our house besides cooking!"

Shen Bocheng hated the kitchen, he hated the smell of oily smoke, he never thought of changing it, other people's brothers fought for food, drinks and toys since childhood, but Shen Bolun always left all the delicious and fun things to Shen Bocheng.

I still remember that at the time, what Shen Bocheng, who was seven or eight years old, couldn't bear was the mess in the house. Whenever Shen Bocheng made a mess in the house, his elder brother would put on plastic gloves and clean up the house spotlessly inside and out.

It is said that three years old see old, it is true!Shen Bocheng has a rough appearance, but he knows how to live. He not only likes to make food, but he is also very particular about clothing, even if his family is not well-off and cannot afford famous brands.

But the style of clothes he chooses and his hairstyle are always the most fashionable among the older children.

But Shen Bolun, who looks delicate and elegant, is an idiot in life. Apart from requiring the surrounding environment to be absolutely spotless, he knows nothing about the rest of his life. He doesn't pay attention to food or clothing, as long as he is clean and hygienic. After washing, wearing, and washing, I always give my younger brother the money I bought for the clothes.

"I may never learn how to cook in my life..." Shen Bolun said.

"It's okay, just find a sister-in-law who can cook!" Shen Bocheng joked, but he didn't see the dim eyes of the person beside him.

Talking and laughing, time passed quickly, even though Shen Bolun was sleepy after taking the medicine, he didn't want to waste time going to sleep, he just wanted to seize the opportunity to talk more with Shen Bocheng.

From ancient times to the present, they chatted about their childhood, and also talked about some things they both experienced after they separated.