After marrying a straight man president

Yan Zheyuan naturally didn't know about Jiang You and Bie Yinan's troubles.

After working as a teacher in the live broadcast room, the car had already driven into his community. On the screen, Jiang You seemed to be shy and shy because he received such a large reward for the first time, and asked him very obediently if there was anything he wanted to order. Talent, and said that not only can he play the suona, but he also learned the kazoo in the past two days, but he doesn't play it very well.

The comment section was begging for mercy.

Yan Zheyuan was quite interested, but he was going home soon, and he had to go to the hospital after taking a shower. The schedule was quite tight, so he could only give up with regret and save it for the next time.

The booing of the comments caused Jiang You to turn around.

- The day before yesterday, Yunmeng gave away ten Sunshine Beaches, and Soy Sauce performed somersaults and cartwheels. These ninety... have to go around the room several times [laughs and cry]

-Hahahahaha, dare you say it, soy sauce: the elite of the folk orchestra (×) the backbone of the acrobatic troupe (√)

These two comments were captured by Jiang You, and he smiled, "It's okay to flip through, you said I was fake last time, just this time I will let you see my real strength."

- Oops, didn't you just say that casually? Why do you still hold grudges? It's funny.jpg

-Hey, what a big tone!After all the words have been said here, can you not turn it over? !What do you think, Brother Digital?

Yan Zheyuan frowned and typed quickly.

-User 3785644331: Can you cartwheel?Practiced?

"No," Jiang You shook his head, "but maybe my physical condition is more suitable. I learned it without a teacher when I was a child, and I can still do it now."

He said with some emotion, "If I practiced more before, I might be able to pull out the serial effect of Monkey King. It's a pity."

Yan Zheyuan: "..."

The comment section was also shocked.

- You are not really sorry, are you?Just because it can't be translated into Monkey King? ?

- That means we can change to a less difficult one, such as being fat as a pig...

- Shut up upstairs! !

-User 3785644331: Then don't read it.

-User 3785644331: Don't turn over in the future, pay attention to your body.

[User 3785644331 sent a bottle of soy sauce and vinegar tea to the anchor with colorful sails*1]

"Understood." Jiang You had an inexplicable feeling of being taken care of and told. Although this kind of care was a bit "fathery", he did not reject it, "Thank you Wucai Fengfan, so what talent do you want to order? I will work hard do it."

-User 3785644331: Recite a poem, I remember you said that you used to be a radio station and would share some poems.

Jiang You blinked his eyes, he didn't expect Yan Zheyuan's request to be so simple, pure and noble, "What poem?"

- User3785644331: Whatever.Download it after reciting it, and rest early.

Anyway, his original purpose was not to appreciate poetry, but to make Jiang You feel less cramped and feel more at ease when taking money.Yan Zheyuan thought to himself.

"Then recite a poem that I like very much. It's relatively unpopular."

Jiang You is very willing to share his hobbies and life with others, otherwise he would not have chosen the live broadcasting industry at the beginning. The corners of his mouth are turned up, like a fluffy animal, and he is about to show his good friends his winter granary with great interest : "It's "Traveling the Highway with Li Bai" by Yu Guangzhong."

"Just now in the store you should drink a few fewer glasses / The imported whiskey is not as strong as Lu wine / It's too strong, blame Wang Lun / What a show of grandeur, call it orchid / Pour into the glass over and over again / You should Listen to the doctor's advice, don't listen to Wang Lun..."

Jiang You's voice is very nice. I don't know if it's a talent or he has taken relevant courses in school. He looks quite professional when he recites poems.Every word uttered from between the two wet lips is light and round, and it becomes free and easy after falling into the air.

It fits the mood of this poem very well.

Yan Zheyuan paused for a moment, and then turned on the recording unexpectedly.

So in the next half hour, Yan Zheyuan listened to this poem in the abundant water vapor in the bathroom after taking a shower.

Asking the driver to leave work early, Yan Zheyuan drove to the hospital by himself.

The car slowly drove out of the garage, and when it entered the vast night, Jiang You's voice still echoed in the car.

"...Don't talk about being exiled or not/not to mention your driver's license was detained by the store last week/due to alcohol debts/Gao Lishi and the councilors are all offended/He Zhizhang is not here, who will protect you?"

In the recording, Jiang You changed his tone a little, as if he felt happy reading this, so he secretly smiled.

Yan Zheyuan also smiled.

He doesn't protect Li Bai, it has nothing to do with Li Baijiu driving, but if it's his own cabbage, then it's okay to protect him for a while, Yan Zheyuan thought.

But Jiang You doesn't know how to drink and drive, and Jiang You's innocent face flashed in front of his eyes. Yan Zheyuan didn't know where the confidence came from, thinking that Jiang You might not even know how to drink.

It was about nine o'clock when I got to the hospital.

Old man Yan's blood pressure was a bit high. He had to be hospitalized at the beginning because he was so angry with Yan Zheyuan's private promise of Lin Feibai's engagement that he ran away from home. He didn't have the slightest headache or discomfort, so he consciously didn't take up medical resources.

From the first day he came in, he stayed in the sanatorium next to the inpatient department. Every day, the staff greeted his health and served three meals. It was much more comfortable than being at home with Yan Zheyuan.

After the car was parked, Yan Zheyuan came to the sanatorium in a familiar way. On the way, he passed an artificial lake. The lake water was sparkling under the moonlight, and the woods beside the lake were lush.

Yan Zheyuan stopped in front of the ward door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

About half a minute later, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a white uniform poked her head out. Seeing Yan Zheyuan, the woman showed an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Mr. Yan, good evening."

Yan Zheyuan nodded, and walked in, but was stopped, Yan Zheyuan looked up at the nurse.

"The old man is already asleep." The nurse said insincerely.

"Really?" Yan Zheyuan was still watching her, his eyes didn't fluctuate, very calm.

The nurse immediately changed his words, and whispered instead: "The old man said that seeing your face is annoying, so let me send you away."

"Understood," Yan Zheyuan had been prepared for many years of fighting wits with the old man. He unhurriedly took out a mask, tore off the package and put it on for himself, "I can't see it now."

Care workers:"……"

"Go and rest, I'll leave after a while." After speaking, he bypassed her and entered the door.

The sanatorium was originally intended to provide services to the wealthy, so each ward was extremely spacious and comfortable, comparable to suites in a star hotel.

Seeing an old-fashioned single sofa with a familiar style next to the coffee table, and a cover cloth embroidered with beautiful articles on it, the corners of Yan Zheyuan's eyes twitched slightly, and he even packed the sofa and cover cloth from home , it seems that the old man really intends to live here for a long time.

Knocking on the bedroom door, Yan Zheyuan called "Grandpa".

There was no movement at the door.

So Yan Zheyuan continued to inform: "I know you haven't slept, so I came in."

As soon as the voice fell, the hand landed on the doorknob and before it could be unscrewed, there was a "boom", and something hit the door panel.

"Get out! I don't want to see your stupid face, get out of here!" Old Man Yan yelled angrily.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you won't see it." Yan Zheyuan said calmly, opened the door and walked in.

On the big bed in the middle of the room, Mr. Yan closed his eyes, lying straight on the comfortable bedding brought from home, with the quilt pulled up to his eyebrows.

Yan Zheyuan bent down and picked up something from the carpet at his feet—an apple, "Grandpa, be angry, why are you still throwing things around? Didn't you teach me to cherish food?"

Old Man Yan remained motionless.

"This apple is bumped like this. It won't last long. Let me cut it for you," Yan Zheyuan said. "How about cutting a cat's head?"

Old Man Yan was still motionless, but two blue veins had popped out on his forehead.

"Why is it so difficult to coax, you never shaved a cat's head when I was a child." Yan Zheyuan sighed.

"You fart! Why didn't I cut it for you? Who cut it for you on your 12th birthday!"

Hearing that Yan Zheyuan dared to lie, Mr. Yan lifted the quilt and jumped up. He saw the black mask on Yan Zheyuan's face at a glance, and his anger doubled: "Are you here to see me or to be a thief? What are you wearing at night? Face mask?!"

"Didn't you say that seeing my face annoys me, so I had to think of a way." Yan Zheyuan shrugged, with a helpless look, he pulled a stool and sat down, "Does this make you feel better?"

Old Man Yan: "..."

What a fart, what's worse, I don't even think I'm going to live long.

"Also, you really didn't shaved my cat's head—there are no cats in the Chinese zodiac."

Old Man Yan: "..."

Old Man Yan felt deeply aggrieved, and couldn't think of suitable swear words for a while, so he had to lie back on the bed and pull up the quilt by the way.

"I was in a meeting when you called that day, so I hung up."

After pausing for a while, guessing that the old man had digested the joke just now, Yan Zheyuan explained, feeling like he was coaxing a brat, and the brat was very unreasonable, "Why are you calling?"

Old Man Yan snorted and turned his back to him.

"Someone upset you?"

Bear children are mostly used to being difficult to coax, just give them a good beating; grandpa is difficult to coax, there is nothing he can do, he can only continue to be a grandson, and he is a real grandson.

"Is it because the nurses don't take good care of you or the nurses who come to shift are not good-looking enough? Or the doctor makes rounds too early every day, disturbing your rest." Yan Zheyuan opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Well, I will go to the doctor tomorrow Nao, whoever makes my grandfather unhappy, I will make the whole family unhappy, what do you think?"

"I think you're sick too! Why don't you go back today and hand over the work, and you can live in tomorrow." Mr. Yan raised his head again, and his movements didn't match his age at all. More or less.

"You still have the face to ask, don't you know who upset me? At this age, who else in the world can upset me besides you?!"

"And the President of the United States," Yan Zheyuan said calmly and honestly, "Auntie said you scolded them on TV every day, and your face turned red with anger, didn't you?"

Old Man Yan: "..."

"Just kidding, don't be angry," Yan Zheyuan said, "I just want to liven up the atmosphere."

"Shut up and stop talking." Old Man Yan said angrily.

Yan Zheyuan nodded, and the grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other in silence for a while.

Grandpa Yan was lucky silently, and reminded himself three times in his heart that this is his own grandson, and there is no second one in the world, so he said, "That kid came that day."

Yan Zheyuan knew that he was talking about Lin Feibai, and a look of displeasure appeared on his brows.

From the very beginning, Mr. Yan didn't want to see Lin Feibai. When he learned that he agreed to be engaged to Lin Feibai, he became even more furious. Afterwards, he threatened to run away from home to make him give up. He never let go, so that the old man is still living in the hospital. unwilling to go back.

Because of this, I warned Lin Feibai more than once not to get close to the old man, so as not to make the old man angry, but the latter insisted on being smart, sending fruit today and stew the next, and treating the old man as a man with the heart of Jin Cheng. Game NPC to brush favorability.

However, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he was able to take down the family business of the Yan Group with his bare hands. How could he not see Lin Feibai's calculations, and he was even more impatient with his way of caring for the lonely and widowed elderly, so every time Lin Feibai came , the old man will lose his temper a lot.

It's a pity that Lin Feibai didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he became more frustrated and courageous, which caused Mr. Yan's fire to burn more and more.

"He came over and asked me who I should send the engagement invitation to, how to arrange the seats for the guests on the day of the engagement, and even showed me the proof of the invitation.

Yan Zheyuan let out a "hmm".

"He thought he was He Changkang's son. I think he wouldn't slap him in the face because of his father's face. It's ridiculous. Even if He Changkang stood in front of me in person, whether I should hit him or tear him up, he would what?"

In the end, Old Man Yan couldn't help but uttered a dirty word, looked at his eldest grandson in front of him again, and sighed, "Zheyuan, you know my character well, it's impossible for me to change my opinion of him, so even if I don't agree, You insist on being engaged to him too?"

Yan Zheyuan lowered his eyes, he thought a lot at this moment, some mottled fragments of time flew past the depths of his mind like frightened birds, every frame of the flashback was He Xi when he was a child.

He curled up his mouth triumphantly, pretending to be pitiful and about to cry, and the last time we met, he tried to stand on tiptoe but it was useless, and finally had to step on a bench to get close to his ear, softly coquettish Said "Brother Ah Jing, you must wait for me to cut the cake".

Yan Zheyuan once thought that he would never see He Xi again, so hastily missed him in the malicious torrent of fate, but he came back.

Even though it's no longer what it used to be.

"Grandpa, I owe him," Yan Zheyuan said softly, "I should make it up."