After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

He Yanzhi was very depressed, and felt that it was a tragedy in the world to be treated this way on his birthday.

But his face was gloomy, but he was actually quite happy in his heart. After all, it was the first time in so many years that someone personally made longevity noodles for him. Even if he continued to recover and could not rest, it was worth it.

While secretly having fun in his heart, he wondered what the phone number Xu Zhou gave Yu Heng was for, and couldn't help poking Xu Zhou from the WeChat group, but the other party pretended to be dead and ignored him.

Yu Heng went out after lunch, but He Yanzhi made indirect remarks many times, but couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so he had to wait patiently.

Then he suddenly remembered—he forgot to give away the wool felt again.

Today, he was going to give a gift, but for some reason Yu Heng preempted it, and it became "receive a gift".

Mr. Yan, who had repeatedly failed in his plans, was in a complicated mood, so he simply put the gift on the bright side, and waited for Yu Heng to come back and find out by himself.

This time he didn't need the packing box he found randomly, he bought it from the Internet, one side is transparent glass, and the wool felt is put in it, which will not affect the appreciation and prevent dust from falling.

It was wrapped in another layer of paper specially used for wrapping gifts, and tied with a ribbon.

He put the gift directly on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, thinking that Yu Heng would definitely see it when he came back to change his shoes, and then went to the training room to continue his rehabilitation.

...he is too difficult.

Because he was always thinking about Yu Heng, he had a hard time concentrating, so he would pick up his phone from time to time to check if Xu Zhou had replied to him on WeChat, but the one surnamed Xu really planned to keep it secret to the end, and didn't even say a fart.

He Yanzhi simply paused, sat back in the wheelchair to rest, hesitated for a long time, and chose to open Weibo.

He entered the software apprehensively, and when he passed the opening page, he was stuck with too many messages. He took a closer look and saw countless comments and Art, more than 90% of which were "Happy Birthday" and "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day". Most of them are concentrated under his latest Weibo, and under the Weibo that posted a photo of him and Yu Heng.

Yan, who was used to receiving "Happy Death Day" in previous years, was a little flattered, and hurriedly sent a Weibo response: [Thank you, you are still thinking about my birthday, I forgot myself [喵喵]]

The fans immediately swiped at the bottom: [Of course, how can I not think about my idol's birthday [heart]]

[You must remember, otherwise how can I remind you that you are one year older [doge]]

[I am 14 this year, my father is 39, and my uncle is 33. Should I also call you uncle? 】

Soon these few comments were rated as hot comments, and the second one went all the way to overtake and successfully counterattacked to become the first.

He Yanzhi: "..."

unacceptable.

How about a tweed for a man at thirty?

[I have always wanted to ask, is the age on the Internet a false age or a real age?This is related to whether we want to celebrate your [-]th birthday]

Thirty...big...shou...

He Yanzhi's expression was distorted, and he quickly replied: [No, no, it's real age, thirty has already turned the page]

[Never thought that I escaped a little fresh meat in his twenties, escaped a younger brother in his teens, and fell on an uncle in his 30s]

He Yanzhi's reply: [I apply to use the name Lao Xianrou]

The other party replied again: [It's all up to you, I'm just kidding, you are still fresh, so fresh that you can pinch water [doge]]

He Yanzhi: "..."

Something is wrong.

Where exactly can the water come out...

He entertained the fans for half an hour, but he felt that this "old fresh meat" was under too much pressure. It was really God's blessing to win such a face from all the young fresh meat.

He put the phone aside, changed his posture, and started today's push-ups—he originally wanted to add sit-ups, but he was afraid of affecting the steel plate in his waist, so he didn't dare to exercise with such a large range.

After another six months, he had to dismantle this thing.

He spent the whole afternoon in the training room, and once he got into the mood, he forgot about Yu Heng. He didn't remember that there was a lack of someone at home until he heard the door knocking at almost five o'clock.

He hurriedly got into the wheelchair and went out to greet him, and checked to see if the other party found his gift, but before he entered the living room, he heard a "dang" sound—like something hit the door frame.

He Yan said heartily: This kid is going to demolish the house again?

He quickly poked his head around, only to see Yu Heng coming in with a pair of crutches in his arms. Seeing him, he said, "Here, your birthday present."

"..."

are you crazy.

Have you ever seen someone give a birthday gift to abductee?

Yu Heng stood the crutch at the door, and temporarily put the box in the other hand on the shoe cabinet, and then his eyes fell on the gift someone put there in advance: "Hey, your wool felt is finally ready?"

He Yanzhi heard that he even saved the step of asking "what is this", and couldn't help feeling very upset: "Can't you cooperate, anyway, it took me half a year to complete it."

Yu Heng glanced at him, switched states immediately, and he cleared his throat: "Just now doesn't count—one shot in the first scene, action!"

As he spoke, he gestured to the slate with both hands, and then put on a look of overly realistic surprise, picked up the gift box, and asked excitedly, "What is this? A gift for the Qixi Festival?"

He Yanzhi covered his forehead with a headache.

"...Look at you, I cooperated, but you didn't." Yu Heng shrugged, "You can't blame me."

He Yanzhi was weak: "To be honest, if you don't act, you will really lose your talent."

"Thank you, thank you," said Yu Heng, rather "modestly", carefully transferring the gift from the shoe cabinet to the tea table, "I'll wash my hands first, and I'll open it later."

He Yanzhi went to get the box brought back by the other party, and when he opened it, his eyes lit up: "Chocolate cake?"

This cake is the size of a birthday cake in a cake shop. It is filled with chocolate and covered with a layer of chocolate shavings. It is surrounded by various fruits and has a chocolate sign in the middle with the words "Happy Birthday" on it. .

No sweet tooth lover would refuse chocolate, He Yanzhi was about to grab it, and Yu Heng came out of the bathroom suddenly: "Have you washed your hands?"

He Yanzhi was caught on the spot, grinned, and suddenly remembered something, picked up his phone and took a picture of the cake.

Then, taking advantage of Yu Heng's inattention, he quickly picked up the chocolate card with "Happy Birthday" written on it, and threw it into his mouth.

Yu Heng: "..."

What a man.

This birthday is really over and in vain.

He Yanzhi took out the knife for cutting the cake, but felt that he had no way to start. The cake was so well made, and the fruits were so neatly stacked that he couldn't bear to cut it anywhere.

Finally he gave up, and asked casually: "Xu Zhou ordered it for me?"

"...ordered?" Yu Heng sat across from him and opened the gift box, "Do you think it will take an afternoon to pick up a cake?"

He Yanzhi hadn't realized it at first, but when he thought about asking "Will you be busy on Qixi Festival today", he suddenly realized: "Could it be that you did it yourself?"

"Correct guess - no prize."

He Yanzhi was very surprised, his eyes widened a little: "You can also make cakes?"

"Learn now and sell now."

"So this is the first time?"

"Yes, but I worked in a dessert shop before and made some small desserts, so I have some experience. This is indeed the first time for a birthday cake."

He Yanzhi's expression was complicated - the bakers in the cake shop were probably about to cry for being able to make a cake so well for the first time.

Yu Heng quickly explained: "Actually, it's not perfect, it's just sprinkled with chocolate shavings, you can't see it."

He finally opened the wrapping paper of the gift box. Unsurprisingly, it was wool felt, and the felt was a cat's head, which was very similar to his big orange.

Yu Heng couldn't help being a little surprised—although he knew that He Yanzhi had been making wool felts, he didn't have much hope for him as a "handicapped party", and he didn't expect to be able to make it so realistic.

He opened the glass, and He Yanzhi said beside him, "Don't make it dirty, I worked so hard to do it."

"I just washed my hands."

Yu Heng touched it carefully, feeling that this thing feels very good in the hand, making people want to squeeze a couple of it very much.

But it is estimated that someone is going to beat someone out of shape.

He Yanzhi: "I rubbed in the cat hair I collected before. Most of it is wool, and a small part is cat hair."

Yu Heng couldn't tell where the wool was and where the cat hair was. He felt that this thing was like a work of art, so he didn't dare to touch it any further, so he quickly closed the glass.

"So you're not really handicapped," he said, "You're just too lazy to practice."

He Yanzhi remained silent.

"Thank you for your gift, I'm very happy," Yu Heng took a napkin and gently wiped off his fingerprints, and the glass became spotless again, "But don't you consider making one for Xiaofu?"

"I'm making it, don't worry," He Yanzhi was still staring at the cake and salivating, "It's just that it grows too fast, and it changed before I finished it. I don't know which time period is the most beautiful. .”

"Then you can make one for every time period, just take a picture and do it accordingly."

"..."

Why do you say this so lightly?

Yu Heng glanced at his expression, and coughed quickly: "I'm just joking."

Seeing that someone really wanted to eat that cake, he finally gave up the idea of ​​"let him keep his stomach for a proper meal", and took the knife: "Why don't you try a piece first?"

He Yanzhi's eyes said "cut quickly", and he said in his mouth: "I don't want to eat."

Yu Heng: "..."

Ok.

He cut a piece of the cake and put it on a paper plate: "I forgot to light the candles."

"No, I'm not a child, so I don't believe that birthday wishes can come true." He Yanzhi took the cake and forked off a small piece, "It's delicious."

Yu Heng couldn't help but also tasted it, and there was only one impression - 彁.

Too much chocolate.

He watched someone finish eating a whole piece of cake without changing his face, and he enjoyed it, and his whole body got goosebumps.

He really deserves to be a man who can put four spoonfuls of sugar in a bowl of porridge.

He Yanzhi still didn't know how the little bodyguard was complaining about himself, he licked the fork clean, his eyes flicked back and forth on the rest of the cake, and finally he reached for the knife: "I'll cut another piece, just one piece."

Yu Heng was very helpless: "If you want to eat, you can eat it. It's your birthday anyway, so you decide."

He Yanzhi said vaguely: "Then I will not be polite."

Yu Hengxin said: You didn't seem to want to be polite.

The two guarded the birthday cake, one ate it, and the other watched him eat it.The one who was watching suddenly had some kind of twisted mind, and said, "Wait a minute."

He Yan raised his head subconsciously, but quickly felt a chill on his cheek - this guy actually smeared the cake on his face!

After he was taken aback for a moment, he showed a puzzled smile: "Are you trying to rebel?"

Yu Heng turned a deaf ear to his threats, and said, "Don't move."

He leaned forward, gently licked the cake on the other's face with the tip of his tongue, and said, "It's so sweet."

He Yanzhi's eyelids twitched, feeling that the touched skin was about to burn, he tried to keep his face expressionless: "I'm sorry, I didn't wash my face today."

Yu Heng paused.

But then he laughed again: "Coincidentally, I didn't brush my teeth either."

He Yanzhi: "..."