Roll in the arms of the iceberg boss

Seeing Cheng Jin's urgency, Bo Shuohan frowned slightly, but finally said nothing, and called the driver to pick him up.

Half an hour later, the driver called and was already downstairs.

The bodyguards had packed up the things, and the discharge procedure was handled by an assistant. Bo Shuohan hugged him and set off, took the VIP elevator, and went downstairs directly.

Recently, Cheng Jin has gotten used to being hugged by Bo Shuohan often, and leans his body relaxed in his arms.

The driver waited upstairs and opened the door for the two of them, "Boss Bo, Cheng Shao, please get in the car."

Cheng Jin smiled and thanked him.

Bo Shuohan carefully put Cheng Jin into the car, and then sat next to him.

"drive."

Lincoln drove out of the hospital smoothly, and parked in the underground garage of the apartment in less than 10 minutes.

Bo Shuohan stretched out his long arms, and carried Cheng Jin out again.

Cheng Jin struggled to get up, "Don't hug me around all the time, let me try walking around by myself."

After several days of rehabilitation, his legs have gained strength and he can barely walk a few steps.

And the doctor also said that more exercise will help his rehabilitation.

Bo Shuohan stopped walking, looked down at Cheng Jin, hesitated for two seconds, and put him down, then handed him the crutches handed over by the bodyguard, and supported him to walk forward slowly.

This place is not like a rehabilitation room in a hospital. The floor is covered with cushions for cushioning. Instead, it is a solid concrete floor, and it is a bit difficult to walk on.

Cheng Jin had just started using crutches, and before he had mastered the technique, he was a little out of breath after walking two or three steps.

He stopped and glanced at Bo Shuohan, who was looking at him with concern, with worry on his brows. He couldn't help but smile, "Suddenly I feel like we are like 80-[-]-year-old old men."

One is leaning on the other, only a head of snow-white silver hair is missing.

I just don't know what will happen to him and Lord Jinzhu when he is really in his seventies and eighties.But one thing is for sure, the benefactor at that time must be the most handsome old man in the crowd, the kind who can receive a lot of old ladies' winks as soon as he goes out.

Bo Shuohan's brows were slightly warm, he pinched his chin, and kissed the corner of his lips, "We were still together back then."

Cheng Jin nodded with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes glowed like the scorching sun, "Okay, let's grow old together."

The two took the elevator upstairs and returned to the apartment.

It has been nearly two months since he came back here, looking at the familiar environment, Cheng Jin couldn't help but feel a sense of eternity in his heart.

The servant very attentively brought towels and hot tea, and placed snacks and a fruit plate on the tea table in front of Cheng Jin.

The tea is freshly brewed and steaming, the fruit plate is colorful and contains all kinds of fruits, and the dessert is the egg yolk cake just made by the chef.

Cheng Jin took a bite of the egg yolk cake, and fed it to Bo Shuohan's mouth, "Try it, it's very delicious."

Bo Shuohan didn't like sweets, so he reluctantly took a bite, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball.

Egg yolk crisps have a salty and sweet taste. People who like it will find it delicious, and those who don't like it will be particularly disgusted.

Bo Shuohan was exactly the kind of person he disliked the most.

Seeing that Bo Shuohan's brows were twisted so tightly that he almost killed a fly, Cheng Jin said speechlessly, "Is it that bad?"

Bo Shuohan took a big sip of water to dilute the strange smell, and gave a concise evaluation.

"Delicious!"

Cheng Jin's reaction was to stuff the remaining half of the egg yolk puff pastry into his mouth, with an intoxicated expression on his face, "It's delicious."

A smile flashed across Bo Shuohan's eyes, and he pinched Cheng Jin's white and tender earlobe, "Eat less, let's eat right away."

Just as he was talking, the doorbell was rang.

The servant opened the door, Zhou Xiao put one hand in his pocket, turned the keychain, and walked in gracefully.

"Boss, cutie, good afternoon."

As he spoke, he sat down on the single sofa, unceremoniously twisted a piece of snack and put it in his mouth.

Bo Shuohan raised his eyelids, "I remember I made an afternoon appointment with you?"

After discussing with Cheng Jin, he called Zhou Xiao and made an appointment with him at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Cheng Jin poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhou Xiao, "You won't come here for dinner, will you?"

Zhou Xiao smiled charmingly, "It's still cutie who understands me. Your cook is so good, and I feel that life is full of regrets if I don't eat a meal."

Bo Shuohan glanced at him indifferently.

Zhou Xiao forked a strawberry into his mouth and clicked his tongue, "Boss, you really can't take a joke! Isn't this cutie discharged from the hospital? As a friend, of course I want to celebrate for him, so I specially pushed back the work. Come and eat with you."

Cheng Jin was dubious, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes, "Otherwise where do I come from the United States to come here for dinner?"

Cheng Jin was greatly moved, waved his hand, and ordered the servant to ask the chef to add two more elbows as a thank you to Zhou Xiao.

Lunch was a bit late because of extra food.After eating, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

The three rested for a while, Bo Shuohan hugged Cheng Jin, and led Zhou Xiao to the study on the second floor.

The study room is spacious and bright, and the sunlight comes in from the open floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shadow on the ground.The breeze blew, and the white gauze curtains fluttered slightly.

In the middle of the study room is a soft carpet, on which there is a small white round table and two fabric sofas, with two throw pillows at the foot of the sofa.

These things didn't exist in the first place, but after Cheng Jin moved in, Bo Shuohan specially bought them.Because in this way, when he was working, Cheng Jin could lie on the sofa and read a book or watch a movie, and he could see him when he raised his eyes.

Zhou Xiao looked around, "Although it is not as good as my consultation room, the environment is not bad, and it can be used as a psychotherapy room."

Bo Shuohan put Cheng Jin on the sofa, and ordered the servant to move another sofa.

The three of them sat down around the table.

The servant knocked on the door and came in, gently put down the drinks on the tray, and then backed out.

Cheng Jin was a little nervous, picked up the drink and took a sip, "Is it really okay here?"

Bo Shuohan held Cheng Jin's hand and looked at Zhou Xiao expressionlessly.

Zhou Xiao crossed his hands, leaned on the sofa leisurely, with a faint smile on his lips, "Cutie, it's not a necessary condition where to do hypnotherapy, the important thing is whether the boss can relax himself in this environment."

He said, and nodded Bo Shuohan with his chin, "Do you think he is relaxed now?"

Bo Shuohan's face was sharp and his black eyes were bottomless. Like Zhou Xiao, he leaned back on the sofa.Judging from his demeanor alone, it gives people a sense of sharpness like a sword drawn from its sheath.

But those who are familiar with him, such as Cheng Jin, know that he is very relaxed at this moment.

Seeing Bo Shuohan like this, Cheng Jin's nervousness eased slightly, and he continued to ask Zhou Xiao, "Then what should I do?"

Zhou Xiao took out a pocket watch from his pocket, "You don't need to do anything, just be in a daze quietly."

Cheng Jin: "...Okay, let's start now?"

Zhou Xiao nodded and asked Bo Shuohan, "Are you ready? I'll start when I'm ready."

Cheng Jin took another sip of his drink, with a bitter face, "I'm not ready, I want to go to the bathroom."

When he is nervous, he especially wants to go to the toilet. This habit has not been changed since junior high school.

Zhou Xiao: "...Little cutie, do you want to tear me down?"

Cheng Jin: "I'm not me, don't talk nonsense without you."

Bo Shuohan picked up Cheng Jin, took him into the bathroom, looked at his twisted face, and said slowly, "It's just psychological treatment, don't worry."

Cheng Jin also knew that there was no need to be nervous, but he couldn't control his thoughts at all, and said distressedly: "I know, but I'm still worried."

Bo Shuohan stared at him deeply, suddenly pinched his waist, put him on the sink, pressed his big palm on the back of his head, and sealed his lips.

"Well……"

Cheng Jin was stunned for a second, his arms naturally wrapped around Bo Shuohan's neck, he opened his mouth, and the tip of his tongue was entwined with him.

After the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

Bo Shuohan stared at Cheng Jin's red and swollen lips, his dark eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse, "Is it better now?"

Cheng Jin lowered his head, looked at the place standing upright with a red face, and felt that he was even worse.

Bo Shuohan followed his gaze down, and after seeing the situation there, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"So energetic?"

Cheng Jin rubbed between Bo Shuohan's legs with his calf, and hummed: "To each other."

Bo Shuohan took a suffocated breath, his eyes darkened instantly, he pinched Cheng Jin's chin, and kissed him again.

When the two finally let go of each other, Cheng Jin limp in Bo Shuohan's arms, unable to even breathe properly.

Bo Shuohan struggled to look away from Cheng Jin's slightly parted red lips, his voice was extremely dark, "Are you still nervous?"

Cheng Jin shook his head weakly, "It seems to be better."

Bo Shuohan frowned, "If you can't do it, don't force it, you can do it another day."

Cheng Jin quickly shook his head, supported Bo Shuohan's shoulders, and stood up straight, "Today must be done." He said, taking a deep breath, "Okay, I'm fine."

Bo Shuohan wrapped his arms around his waist, "Shall I carry you out?"

Cheng Jin shook his head, "Wait... wait, let me down first."

Bo Shuohan put him down as he said.

Cheng Jin turned on the faucet, splashed cold water on his face, then raised his head and looked at the person in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror had red lips and white teeth, a faint blush floating on his porcelain-like face, and misty starry eyes, giving people a feeling of coquettishness.

His scalp went numb, and he quickly poured cold water on his face again.

He is full of thoughts/spring now, and with his toes, he can tell what he and the benefactor did in the bathroom. If he goes out now, Zhou Xiao will laugh at him to death.

Bo Shuohan was also looking in the mirror, seeing Cheng Jin's alluring appearance, his eyes darkened.

He pulled the face towel on the towel rack and handed it to Cheng Jin. After he wiped his face, he hugged him and went back to the study.

Zhou Xiao was about to ask why it took so long, when he suddenly felt a stern gaze from beside him, his scalp tightened, and he wisely chose to shut up.

Bo Shuohan put Cheng Jin back on the sofa and sat beside him.

Cheng Jin patted his slightly hot cheeks, took a deep breath, "Okay, let's start."

It is obvious that Lord Jin is doing the treatment, but for some reason he is more nervous than him.Maybe it's just being concerned about chaos.