After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

Yu Heng agreed, but He Yanzhi didn't hear anyone calling him until the end, and fell asleep until dawn.

He woke up at eight o'clock in the morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, a thought popped into his head that it was bad. He had slept for so long, so he wondered if Yu Heng was still alive?

He quickly turned around to look at the other person, and found that he was still awake, so he reached out to touch his forehead again, but it wasn't hot.

The medicine should work.

He Yanzhi heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he couldn't bear to wake him up, but after thinking about it, he patted his face lightly: "Wake up, take the medicine again and sleep again."

Yu Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, and gave a bewildered "hmm".

He Yanzhi suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have observed him very carefully. He always felt that the sick Yu Heng was very different from usual, but he couldn't describe the specific difference.

Of course, he doesn't have the time to care about this right now, so he repeated what he said just now: "I told you to take the medicine once before you go to sleep."

This time, Yu Heng's "um" changed from two to four, and he pulled his hand out from under the quilt, and spread his palm up in front of the other party.

He Yanzhi didn't understand: "Why?"

"medicine."

"..."

Is this a matter of course for him to serve?

The corner of He Yanzhi's mouth twitched, thinking which of the two of us is the nanny, but seeing that the other party has taken care of him for so long, he still helped him get the medicine from the bed and refill the hot water: " Give."

The little bodyguard still didn't forget to tease his employer when he was sick. He deliberately didn't pick it up with his hands, but took the capsule directly, and gently brushed his lips against the palm of the other party.

He Yanzhi: "..."

This is not intentional, is it?Must be special, right?

Yu Heng just drank water with his hands and put the medicine down, then lay down lazily again, and said in a low voice, "My head hurts so much, I can only trouble Mr. Yan to get something to eat today."

"Don't worry about me, just don't starve to death yourself," He Yanzhi said, "Go on to sleep, I'll feed the cat."

He Yanzhi himself is a lazy person. Before the car accident, he could only be diligent for a while when he was filming. Now he has become a disabled person who has to be taken care of wherever he goes. He is even more lazy. He can lie down and never sit That is, if you can order others, you will never do it yourself.

However, today he has no one to order him around, so he has to do it himself. Whether he can have enough food and clothing depends entirely on fate.

After taking care of himself, he hurried to take care of the cat. Daju was already chasing after him with the cub in his mouth and urging him to nurse—without barking, he just stared at you with a pair of round cat eyes, as if you were bullying him by ignoring it Weak creatures, as if heinous.

Yan always couldn't stand this kind of stare, so he quickly made the milk powder, stuffed the milk bottle to the little white cat, and let him hold it to drink.

Then he called the old man who sells breakfast at the entrance of the community, his son, and asked him to bring some breakfast over.

Don't ask him why he has a phone number from the breakfast shop, he has been disabled for so long, except for takeaways, he has contact information for all the nearby shops where he can buy food.

Anyway, people can't starve themselves to death.

At worst, he paid ten yuan for running errands, and the delivery fee for Kaifeng dishes and Golden Arches was only nine yuan. If he offered ten yuan, no one would refuse him.

Five minutes later, the breakfast shop delivered to your door.

The cat was drinking milk on the sofa, and He Yanzhi was eating at the dining table. He ordered two meat buns and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and observed the two little animals while eating.

As a result, the kitten had milk to drink, but the big cat was still hungry—Daju looked at him from a distance on the sofa, conveying the message "you haven't fed me yet" with his eyes.

He Yanzhi's eyelids twitched.

He had forgotten that now he had to open cans for the cats every day and could not rely on automatic feeders.

He chewed something in his mouth, and said to the cat vaguely: "I hired a bodyguard, and you can't protect me. If you live in my house and don't pay the rent, I have to spend money to support you. What do you think is the reason for that?" ?”

Daju didn't know what mentally retarded remarks this stupid human being was making again, it meowed softly, jumped off the sofa, moved to his feet and began to rub his legs.

"...Don't rub, don't rub, itchy," He Yanzhi hurriedly tried to avoid it, "Don't mess with your ancestors, I'll feed you after I finish eating."

The little white cat wanted to jump down after drinking the milk, but it was only as big as a palm, and the sofa was too high for it. It looked down tremblingly, but dared not jump down.

He Yanzhi was afraid that it would fall, so he quickly finished the last mouthful of porridge, drove the wheelchair over, picked it up in his arms, and turned to open the can for Daju.

After finally serving the two cats and feeding himself, he went back to the bedroom to take a look and found that Yu Heng was still awake.

The way the little bodyguard fights the disease seems to be to sleep.

The cold medicine given to him is also the type that makes him feel sleepy after taking it.

He Yanzhi reckoned that he wouldn't be able to get up for a while, and he didn't dare to go too far, so he simply watched from the side and patted the little milk cat by the way.

Most animals are cute in their infancy. The milk cat is a small ball that can be easily held up with one hand, unlike a certain big orange, which cannot be hugged.

He Yanzhi held it up in front of his eyes, and asked it softly, "What name should I give you? Your godfather's name is Daju, so you should be called Xiaobai?"

It can be seen that Mr. Yan's naming level is not much higher than that of the little bodyguard.

The little white cat opened a pair of clear blue eyes, with four paws resting on his palm, staring at him ignorantly.

"It seems too unremarkable," He Yanzhi quickly denied himself, "There are too many people called Xiaobai, let's change it."

He put the cat on the bed and let it play by itself. After a while, he thought of something, reached out his hand furtively, and snapped his fingers behind it.

The kitten played alone and ignored him.

isn't it...

Unwilling to give up, He Yanzhi tried again, this time his ears turned slightly towards the sound source, but he still didn't turn his head.

...is it deaf or not?

He wanted to make a bigger noise and try again, but considering Yu Heng was sleeping, he decided to forget it and talk about it later.

He was dangling his legs in a wheelchair—after this period of recovery, his legs were indeed able to move a little, but they still couldn’t make any effort, as if the tendons in other people’s legs were tendons, and his legs were fans.

The kind of vermicelli that I ate was still overcooked, and it broke when I picked it.

He also tried to stand up many times, all of which ended in failure. As long as Yu Heng didn't support him, he would fall down within a second.

After so many attempts, Mr. Yan has already lost confidence, and he believes more and more that it is true that others say it will take five years to recover - in another season, his car accident will be a year old.

He also didn't want to go to any professional rehabilitation institution, and he didn't want to use the same equipment with a group of old men and women with a face that could be recognized everywhere.

He Yanzhi looked back at Yu Heng, took the kitten back to his lap, quietly steered the wheelchair out of the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door.

There is an empty room on the first floor of the villa, where nothing is placed. Some time ago, Yu Heng found an unused thick carpet in the utility room, cleaned it and laid it in the room for him to practice.

Although He Yanzhi didn't know what to do, seeing Yu Heng's appearance, he felt that he hadn't recovered enough, and exercising rashly might hurt him, so he didn't urge him.

But he didn't know what happened today. The desire to stand up again was extremely strong. He couldn't hold back and ran over privately, wanting to see if he could do it.

He closed the door, stuck the wheelchair, and tried to prop himself up by holding on to the armrest.

It's a pity that his legs didn't work at all. He tried his best to stand up, but his knees began to soften in an instant, and he fell to his knees as expected.

Yan always felt that in the past six months, he had wrestled eighty times if not a hundred times, and he was almost used to it. He changed his direction in a baby crawling style with a cold expression on his face - even crawling was not easy, You have to slowly bring your legs back, and then slowly move forward.

Like a machine with old parts, the gears are not tightly meshed, and they will always slip, causing the machine to run rattling, and it is not known when which link will lose the chain.

The little white cat was placed on the carpet by him, squatting beside him and watching him.

...a bit of a shame.

Why did he bring the cat in?

He Yanzhi felt that his brain might also be rusted.

He comforted himself in his heart, it was just a cat anyway, even if it could understand what it was doing, no one would understand what it said.

President Yan, who didn't want his knees to be crushed, first put away the pedals on the wheelchair, and then slowly shifted his center of gravity forward while supporting the armrests to reduce the pressure on his legs.

Movements that are extremely simple for normal people become extremely difficult for him. It is basically impossible to get full marks in the composition of the college entrance examination.

When he finally found a similar posture and wanted to use his legs to support his body, his unsatisfactory knees turned into gears that couldn't get stuck, and he was thrown down decisively.

The carpet is very thick, and it doesn't hurt to fall anyway.

He tries again and fails again.

After falling down No.30 six times, He Yanzhi finally gave up.

He was lying on his back on the carpet, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his body, his arms and legs were shaking, and he had no strength left.

The kitten had already woken up from a nap beside it, and now it yawned a lot and barked at him.

He Yanzhi tilted his head and waved at it: "Come here."

It looked at him suspiciously, then moved its four little paws and wobbled over.

The three-week-old kitten can't walk very well, and it looks a little clumsy, which makes people worry that it may fall down at any time, but even so, it managed to approach He Yanzhi, sniffed his hand, and stuck out its tongue Lick his fingers.

He Yanzhi was a little frustrated - even a kitten could walk better than him.

With him like this, he still fantasizes about rejoining the film crew one day after he recovers, shit.

As long as there is a peanut, he will not be so drunk.

A certain ex-star was lying on the ground suspicious of life, staring straight at the ceiling, as if he had some deep hatred for the second floor that he had never been to since he moved here, his eyes could be called resentment.

The kitten was greedy for heat, so it crawled into his arms. He hugged the cat and said to himself: "What name should I give you...Xiaobai is too ordinary, Xiaolan is too strange, and Xiaomi doesn't look like you. What happened... Otherwise, since you are so lucky to be able to save a life, I will call you little lucky."

"...It doesn't feel like a cat's name."

He Yanzhi struggled back and forth, unable to make up his mind, at this moment, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, and someone outside said, "I'm coming in?"

broken.

President Yan who didn't want to be discovered by Yu Heng hurriedly sat up, but the other party had already opened the door and looked at him from the crack of the door: "What are you doing here?"

"Uh...I'm playing with the cat," He Yanzhi pulled out the shield, "There is a blanket here, I'm afraid it will catch cold if it walks on the ground."

Yu Heng didn't quite believe it.

He Yanzhi quickly changed the subject: "Are you alright? Don't continue to sleep?"

"I went out to find some water to drink, but the glass in the room was empty." Yu Heng was still a little weak in speaking, and his face was a little pale, "Have you eaten by yourself?"

"Eat it in the morning, and order takeaway at noon later," He Yanzhi said, "If you're hungry, I'll order a bowl of porridge for you."

"It's okay." Yu Heng estimated that standing was too exhausting, so he simply went into the room and sat next to him, sighing softly, "I'll go back to my room and sleep later."

"what happened?"

Yu Heng: "I think it may take a few days for me to fully recover. It will be bad if I infect you."

"...Come on," He Yanzhi was reluctant, "I can't sleep without you, I can accept a cold, but I can't accept insomnia."

Yu Heng: "..."

Would rather have a cold than insomnia?

Also, what's wrong with being unable to sleep without him?

"Don't look at me with that kind of look," He Yanzhi said, "We've been sharing the same bed for a few months. Is it normal that I won't get used to your sudden absence?"

"Well," Yu Heng thought for a while, "How about this, just give me a kiss, and I will infect you with the cold right now, so there will be no problem."

"..."

"Besides, I heard that I will get better faster after infecting others. Do you want to try it?"