After marrying a straight man president

Yan Zheyuan had a fever in the middle of the night.

At first he didn't realize it himself, he just felt weak all over his body, his throat was dry and itchy, and the injured foot continued to hurt.

It wasn't until Jiang You, who was beside him, turned himself over several times like a pancake in a few minutes, and shouted "on fire" in a daze while kicking off the quilt, that Yan Zheyuan realized that he might have a fever.

Barely opening his eyes, Yan Zheyuan half sat up and reached out to turn on the light.

The medicine box was quietly placed on the bedside table, it was brought by Jiang You before going to bed just in case.

There was a slight noise when the box was opened, causing Jiang You to turn over again, from lying on his side to face up, and the quilt slid down from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen. Fortunately, there was enough heating in the room. Did not feel cold.

There was a beep, and the temperature gun showed 37 degrees Celsius.

low-grade fever.

The problem is not big.

There were all kinds of common medicines in the medicine box. Yan Zheyuan found out the antipyretics, touched the water glass with his hand, and the water was cold.

It's not a problem, you can swallow the pills dry.

Thinking of this, Yan Zheyuan's eyes shook slightly, as if a certain long-term memory had been brought back.

As soon as he took the pills out of the silver-gray vc package, Jiang You slowly opened his eyes as if he felt something.

"Yan Zheyuan." Wake up, but the brain has not yet reacted, Jiang You's voice is very sticky, and there is a strong sleepiness, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. Is the light too bright, affecting you?" Yan Zheyuan patted him with his free hand, as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep, it will be fine soon."

Jiang You actually likes this kind of soothing action, especially in this half-dream and half-awake state, because he doesn't need to take care of face like he does during the day, so he often behaves more greasy than usual.

Just like now, he grasped Yan Zheyuan's hand, pulled it to a higher place, and at the same time gently rubbed his thumb against Yan Zheyuan's palm.

"There are also pats here..."

The words stopped abruptly in the middle, and the eyes that had been closed opened again: "You are so hot."

Jiang You murmured, realizing the current situation half a second later, he suddenly sat up.

"Yan Zheyuan, you have a fever!"

His eyes moved down, and he saw the two pills in Yan Zheyuan's hand, "And he secretly took the medicine behind my back!"

While talking, he turned over from the other side and got out of bed. Jiang You stepped on the warm floor with bare feet, walked over with his hair in his hands, and muttered incessantly: "I told you that I'm not feeling well, so I'll wake me up. I promised a good result." And pretend you didn't hear... Where's the temperature gun?"

He squinted his eyes, and after just a few steps, he had gathered his momentum and looked very fierce.

Of course Yan Zheyuan didn't dare to argue, and at the same time unexpectedly enjoyed the feeling of being controlled, he gestured to the bedside table with his eyes.

"378c, it's okay." Putting down the temperature gun, Jiang You took the box of antipyretics again, and squinted his eyes to carefully read the instructions on the box.

The interval between each dose should not be less than 8 hour, two capsules once for adults, once for children aged 14-[-]...

"I'll go get a glass of water."

Seeing that there was no problem with the dosage, before Yan Zheyuan could speak, Jiang You picked up the water glass and walked out the door while yawning.

Tuliu Yan Zheyuan was still half lying on the bed in the same posture as before, and after a long time, he couldn't restrain the corners of his lips, and smiled silently.

Five minutes later, Jiang You came back and not only poured a glass of warm water, but also took several lychees.

"Auntie bought it yesterday, I tasted it, it's very sweet."

After walking for such a trip, Jiang You was almost awake, he used two fingers to grab the lychee branches and let it roll half a circle on the back of Yan Zheyuan's hand.

This action has no meaning, it is purely subconscious, as if showing intimacy.

Yan Zheyuan swallowed the pill with warm water without saying anything.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the pill fell into a dark, warm abyss.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cool and moist touch on the lips.

"Father, open your mouth." Jiang You said with a smile, and pressed the peeled lychee to Yan Zheyuan's lips, "You are very good at taking medicine, this is a reward for you."

Yan Zheyuan couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't like this kind of pure and sweet fruit, but he really couldn't refuse the filial piety from his good son, so he lowered his head and ate the lychee.

Jiang You nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't take back his hand. Instead, he spread his palm upwards, resting next to Yan Zheyuan's chin.

Yan Zheyuan:?

"Spitting core." Jiang You said naturally, "I need to remind you."

Yan Zheyuan couldn't laugh or cry even more, "Youyou, I just have a low-grade fever, not a stroke."

"I know," Wen Yan Jiang You glanced at him lightly, and his tone was rather regretful: "If you have a stroke, I can help you go to the bathroom and take a bath."

Yan Zheyuan: "..."

It's true to be moved, but it doesn't have to be.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Yan Zheyuan was still unwilling to spit out the core, Jiang You became a little impatient. The hand that had been standing obediently beside Yan Zheyuan's chin in the shape of a small umbrella suddenly grabbed Yan Zheyuan, and actually pinched Yan Zheyuan. The cheeks on both sides of Zheyuan pinched him into a duckling in an instant.

Yan Zheyuan was caught off guard, and the dark brown lychee core rolled out as if frightened, and fell into Jiang You's palm.

"Hahaha!" The sneak attack was successful, and Jiang You couldn't help laughing. After looking around, he praised from the bottom of his heart: "Yan Zheyuan, you are so cute."

Yan Zheyuan looked at him helplessly.

"If you are obedient, you'll be fine. I have to do it myself." Jiang You said triumphantly, let go of his hand and threw the round fruit core into the ashtray, and continued to peel the lychees for Yan Zheyuan.

The long eyelashes drooped down, casting two small shadows like feathers on the fair skin, Jiang You said: "Yan Zheyuan, in fact, I was dreaming again just now."

In the dream, Jiang You returned to his childhood again.

He was wearing thick clothes and went to play with Yan Zheyuan, but no one came to open the door after knocking for a long time. He Xi stepped on the snow and ran out of the familiar window, pressing his face against the glass Looking inside, there was nothing in the small study.

Are you still up?But now it's 10:30.

He Xi looked around and didn't find any tools nearby, so he raised his head and shouted, "Yan Zheyuan! Yan Zheyuan!"

A moment later, the window on the second floor was opened, and Yan Zheyuan appeared at the window with slightly disheveled hair.

"Yan Zheyuan, come out to play in the snow!" He Xi said happily.

"Grandpa is on a business trip, and Auntie has something to ask for leave at home." Yan Zheyuan opened the door to let He Xi in, and casually explained the reason why there was no one at home today. He shrank his neck.

"Then let's go play in the snow! Build a super~big snowman!" He Xi followed Yan Zheyuan step by step, and stretched out his hand while talking, "I... can't, let's be as big as you!"

The two came to the bedroom on the second floor, and Yan Zheyuan sat back on the bed again, allowing He Xi to describe his idea of ​​the snowman.

"It's not cool to use a carrot as a nose, so what do you think it is?" He pulled something out of his clothes like a treasure, and announced the answer: "Hey, I cut off a pair of trouser legs for Niannian's pants. Attach this to the snowman's nose later and we have an elephant snowman!!"

"And this one, Niannian's spring ball, is just right for the snowman's eyes."

As he was talking, his voice fell silent, and when Yan Zheyuan came back to his senses, he suddenly found that He Xi had sneaked up to his side at some point, staring at him with a pair of black eyes.

"Yan Zheyuan, are you sick?" He Xi said while reaching out to touch his forehead.

Yan Zheyuan backed away embarrassingly - because he was sick, he was lazy and didn't take a shower yesterday, and he woke up this morning sweating all over, his body should smell bad, and he didn't want He Xi to smell it.

"No." Yan Zheyuan said firmly.

But looking at He Xi's innocent face and feeling deeply guilty, it's too wrong for him to lie to the children.

So he changed his words again: "A little bit, but it's almost ready." Yan Zheyuan said softly, trying to make his voice sound similar to usual: "Just rest for a while, it will be fine soon. You just wait here Can you wait?"

He Xi hadn't come to see him for several days. He was afraid that He Xi would leave to find someone else to make a snowman if he knew he was sick. After all, He Xi had many playmates, because everyone liked to play with him.

He Xi tilted his head: "Have you taken your medicine?"

"..."

Every child doesn't like to take medicine. Yan Zheyuan would not be so willful in the first place, but he is still young after all, and it is inevitable that he can't control his temper when he is sick, especially when he is the only one left at home today.

No one will know he lost his temper, and no one will blame him for it.

"No, you have to take medicine obediently to get better."

Probably due to the influence of He Changkang, He Xi at this time has the style of a young master of a pharmaceutical group, and when he caught Yan Zheyuan not taking medicine, his DNA moved.

He was wearing thick clothes today, and he acted like a little penguin. He ran around the house with his butt pouted, rummaged around, and finally found the medicine hidden by Yan Zheyuan in the corner of the coffee table.

"Eat it, it will be fine." He Xi said with a smile.

Seeing Yan Zheyuan frowned, with a look of resistance written all over his face, He Xi came to a sudden: "Are you afraid of suffering?" He laughed as he spoke, puffed up his cheeks and blew on the white pill in his palm : "It's not bitter now."

……

"So you were afraid of taking medicine when you were a child, so you had to be coaxed."

At the end of the memory, Jiang You made his own conclusions. He felt that Yan Zheyuan in his dream was too cute. He really wanted to watch it again, so he sincerely suggested: "Yan Zheyuan, you don't have to be so sensible now."

Yan Zheyuan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I promise to coax you." There is the last peeled lychee in Jiang You's palm, and the white flesh exudes a pearl-like luster under the light.

Jiang You lowered his head slightly, blew lightly on the litchi as in a dream, then raised his eyes, looking at Yan Zheyuan expectantly.

The two looked at each other silently, like a gentle confrontation.

A moment later, Yan Zheyuan held his hand, lowered his head meekly and took the lychee in his mouth, his thin lips pressed against the lines of Jiang You's palm, leaving a small piece of warm and moist touch.

Like a deer drinking spring stream.

as you kiss me.

"Not bitter," Yan Zheyuan said, "very sweet."