After marrying a straight man president

The next morning, when the phone alarm clock rang, Jiang You woke up immediately.

Quickly turned off the alarm clock, Jiang You carefully glanced at Yan Zheyuan next to him, and found that the latter's brows were gradually tightening, as if he might wake up at any moment, Jiang You quickly stretched out his hand over Yan Zheyuan Patted gently, trying to lull him back to sleep.

This trick has been tried and tested on Jiang You himself, so he extended it to others, and Jiang You felt that it should also be applicable to Yan Zheyuan.

Probably because of the lack of energy due to the injury, and because he slept too late last night, Yan Zheyuan slept very deeply, which was rare. Jiang You patted him twice like a child, and the expression on his face gradually eased. fell asleep again.

"That's right, sleep more to recover faster."

Jiang You heaved a sigh of relief, and wanted to touch Yan Zheyuan's face and pluck his hair, but he was afraid of waking him up, so he stopped where he was and had a meaningless ideological struggle for a while, then quietly climbed out of bed.

First, Yan Zheyuan took his body temperature again, it was 37.2°C, and his body temperature was normal. It seems that the medicine he took last night was not in vain.

While brushing his teeth, Jiang You was still searching hard for breakfast recipes. After some selection and review, he finally decided to make shredded chicken porridge.

There is a broth made by my aunt in the refrigerator, and chicken shreds are also ready-made. I just need to cook the porridge normally. It is generally simple and easy to use, and it is not easy to overturn.

The finger cakes seem to be good too, the ingredients are also ready-made, the difficulty is about the same as none, but it is a bit oily, can Yan Zheyuan eat such oil now?

Just as he was thinking, Jiang You slipped his hand and accidentally dropped his phone into the sink.

The faucet was just turned on, and the gurgling water instantly flooded the screen. Jiang You was startled, and frantically fished the phone back.

Fortunately, the mobile phone is relatively strong. After drying it, Jiang You tried to operate it, and found that it can still be used normally, and there is no sign of leakage or short circuit. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In the end, he gave up the finger cakes, and changed his breakfast to shredded chicken porridge, boiled eggs, steaming soy milk, and washed and cut fresh fruits. The fried dumplings are made, and after frying, a little sesame is carefully sprinkled on top.

Putting all these on the table, Jiang You looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

I'm really filial, he thought sincerely, how can Yan Zheyuan not be moved by this?

Yan Zheyuan was really moved.

It was almost nine o'clock when he woke up, his thinking was still a little slow, and he habitually reached out to pat Jiang You beside him, but unexpectedly failed.

The consciousness came back in an instant, and Yan Zheyuan opened his eyes, only to find that there was nothing around him.

There were some faint sounds outside the door, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps, and then the door was pushed open, and a light and warm food aroma squeezed in, and the edge of the bed sank.

"Yan Zheyuan, get up and eat!!" Kneeling on the side of the bed with one leg, before Yan Zheyuan had just woken up and had no time to react, Jiang You rubbed the dog's head twice fiercely, That's the way to be satisfied.

After eating, the two put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher together.

When bending over, Yan Zheyuan's cuffs shrunk up a little, and a section of his arm was naturally exposed. Jiang You glanced at it inadvertently, and his whole body stopped immediately.

A piece of blue-purple skin extended from the cuffs into the depths of the clothes, and there were obvious signs of bleeding and swelling in some places, which looked very tragic at first glance.

"Yan Zheyuan, your arm is also injured, what happened?!"

While talking, he took the last plate from Yan Zheyuan and stuffed it into the dishwasher. Before Yan Zheyuan could reply, Jiang You turned the wheelchair so that he and himself changed from side by side to face to face.

Suddenly the world was spinning, and Yan Zheyuan was still a little confused: "Youyou..."

Jiang You glanced at him, did not speak, but directly rolled up both of his sleeves, only to find that both arms had scratches to varying degrees.

"When I fell down, I didn't pay attention to rubbing against it. It doesn't matter." Yan Zheyuan explained lightly.

He deliberately didn't speak very carefully, but how could Jiang You not know that the fall he said meant falling directly from the collapsed stairs.

"The doctor has already seen it. It's really a minor injury. Don't worry, it will be fine in two days." Seeing Jiang You's serious face, Yan Zheyuan immediately added.

"It's all like a small injury." Thinking of his previous shoes that were not suitable for wearing out his feet, he felt very painful. Jiang You looked at the bruises on Yan Zheyuan's arms and felt even worse. He couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "And you Why didn't you tell me yesterday."

Not only did they not talk, but they also scrambled to wash the dishes.

Jiang You was a little speechless, thinking that Yan Zheyuan deserved to be a strong father in my life.

"...forgot." After hesitating for a while, Yan Zheyuan chose to tell the truth.

The injury on his arm was really nothing to him, even if it hurt, it was limited, so that Yan Zheyuan didn't remember it at all.

"And you forgot when you took a shower?" Jiang You asked, drawing a circle on his wound with his fingers, "It's such a big area, can you take a bath?"

"Of course." Yan Zheyuan said, trying to whitewash Taiping: "It's just rubbing off a piece of skin."

Jiang You felt that this sentence sounded familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard it, so he gave Yan Zheyuan a feisty look, stood up and said, "I'm going to get the medicine box."

After taking two steps, he turned his head worriedly: "Be honest, don't move around."

Not long after, Jiang You brought the medicine box over, washed his hands again and applied medicine to Yan Zheyuan.

His body leaned forward slightly, his brows and eyes drooped, his lips were unconsciously pursed, and the sparse sunlight passed through his broken hair, turning into fine golden spots, which fell into Yan Zheyuan's eyes piece by piece.

Jiang You painted very carefully, and his movements were light and careful, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt Yan Zheyuan, but in fact it didn't hurt at all.

Seeing Jiang You applying medicine to himself with a serious face, Yan Zheyuan's heart beat uncontrollably again.

Countless soft emotions surged layer upon layer like a high tide seawater, filling the entire chest cavity in an instant, and then hit the cavity wall made of flesh and blood, sending out a long, sigh-like echo.

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The medicine was almost finished, Jiang You had a thought, a fragment suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he remembered why he felt that the words Yan Zheyuan said were familiar to him just now.

Because he also said almost the same thing.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and with a little effort in his hand, he rolled the cotton swab half a circle on the wound.

A slight stabbing pain pulled Yan Zheyuan back from his thoughts, and he raised his head to look at Jiang You.

"Yan Zheyuan, do you remember what I said last time?" Jiang You said with a smile.

Yan Zheyuan didn't react for a moment: "What?"

"It seems that I forgot," Jiang You just remembered without mentioning himself, and Jiang You also stared at him, with a sly look flashing through his eyes: "Do you need me to give you some hints?"

Yan Zheyuan smiled and gestured: "Please speak."

As soon as the words fell, I felt the wheelchair was kicked lightly.

Looking down, he found that Jiang You's feet in slippers were shaking at him.

Scattered memories floated to the surface like bubbles in carbonated drinks.

Time goes back quickly, and everything around seems to be regressing quickly, from here to the simple hotel room in Miaohua Mountain.

"Then what, Yan Zheyuan, blow it up for me."

"Just this once! I promise to repay you later."

"How do you repay me, and brag about it?"

……

"I've said it all, and I will repay you." Jiang You's eyes lit up, his face was filled with the pride of "I'm right" and "Didn't I lie to you?" Next to Zheyuan's wound.

The past that is not too far apart suddenly overlaps with the present moment.

A burst of moist air swirled across the surface of the wound, bringing incomparably gentle comfort. Jiang You couldn't help but smiled, and looked at Yan Zheyuan from bottom to top with dark and wet bright eyes: "How is it? Does it hurt?"

The next whole day was the same as last night, the two people in the study were busy with their own business.

Although he was recuperating from his illness, Yan Zheyuan only had a lot of work. There were two conference calls in the morning.

It happened that Jiang You also had books to read and papers to write, and the two of them occupied one side of the desk, being close at hand without interfering with each other.

Like most ordinary people, Jiang You's concentration is difficult to maintain for a long time, so he wanted to catch fish after reading a book for a while, but when he looked up, he saw Yan Zheyuan was still working hard, and couldn't help but reflect on himself. Once again plunged into the richness and humidity of Malay literature.

In the afternoon, Yan Zheyuan temporarily finished the work at hand, and Jiang You, who had been secretly observing him, couldn't help it immediately.

"Yan Zheyuan, I don't want to read anymore, reading is so boring."

While talking, he intentionally flipped the book in his hand, and Jiang You leaned down beside him, with half of his face pressed against the table, and complained in a low voice, "I'm tired."

"Then take a break?"

"But the progress has not been completed yet, at least half of it needs to be read today."

Yan Zheyuan felt that he still had half a sentence to say, so he deliberately followed his words and asked: "Then what should I do?"

Jiang You didn't speak, just looked at him eagerly.

Yan Zheyuan also looked back at him leisurely.

Jiang You finally couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out the hand under the table, grabbed Yan Zheyuan's sleeve, shook it half playfully, half coquettishly, and then again.

"You read two pages to me." He said confidently.

It is always difficult for Yan Zheyuan to refuse Jiang You's request, not to mention that Jiang You is so good today, he should get more rewards.

He opened the book and read from the line with the sticky note on it.

"...A lot of things hadn't happened at that time. But some things happened earlier. You still don't understand the subtlety of time. It doesn't just pass, it will roll back, like a wave at a high tide."

"...the dreams don't disappear, even after the dreamer dies. They become weed seeds, blown away by the wind, and of course don't remember being dreams, just like normal weed seeds gone."

Fragmentary sentences like sleepwalking, each word exudes the humidity and sultry heat of the rainforest climate.

Amidst Yan Zheyuan's gentle reading, Jiang You gradually became sleepy, and his eyelids dropped little by little.

"...I am also a weed seed."

On the edge of the dream, he muttered sentences he didn't understand at all.

"You're not," Yan Zheyuan smiled, and couldn't help but leaned down *to his ear: "You're a dandelion."

The seeds of weeds fall into the boundless wilderness, only you fall into my heart.

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