I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

Yao Wangyou didn't expect the box to be so heavy, but when he realized it, the thing had already hit Xuan Mingcheng's leg, and even hit his knee.

He hastily pushed the box to the side, regardless of what the pinging sound was inside, he quickly reached out and rolled Xuan Mingcheng's pajama pants to his knees.

It must have hurt so loud.

"Hiss..." Yao Wangyou's finger hit the kneecap, and Xuan Mingcheng gasped in pain, wondering if the medicine jar was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, it was trying to paralyze himself!

Yao Wangyou heard him cry out in pain, and hurriedly reduced his strength, apologetic, and looked at him with drooping eyes: "I'll use less strength, bear with it..."

Xuan Mingcheng blinked, and looked at the heart of this medicine jar...

He rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

Yao Wangyou carefully turned the hem of his trousers to his knees, and seeing Xuan Mingcheng's kneecap was bruised, he stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.

"what!!!"

Xuan Mingcheng leaned to the side and hugged the pillow and howled, but his eyes kept secretly looking back to observe Yao Wangyou's reaction.

"It really hurts so much?" Yao Wangyou opened his mouth wide in worry, and told Xuan Mingcheng not to move. The guy's yelling, could it be a broken bone?He quickly turned around and ran back to the room, "I'm going to get something, you just stay there!"

After Yao Wangyou ran away, Xuan Mingcheng stopped talking, thinking that this opportunity is not bad, he must make use of it... He stretched out his hand to poke the bruised piece on his knee.

"Oh!"

It really hurts.

Then he should get it back with the medicine jar, he can't suffer such a big loss for nothing.

"Lie down!" Yao Wangyou ran out of the room with a small medicine box in his arms. Xuan Mingcheng saw the thin figure from a distance, immediately raised his face and opened his mouth wide, and hugged his knees with both hands. , with a pained expression on his face.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts to death! Medicine jar, you are murdering for money!"

Yao Wangyou hurriedly supported the man to lie down on the sofa, and kept Xuan Mingcheng's legs bent, otherwise if he broke a bone, moving around would only hurt him worse.

He apologized pitifully: "I didn't know that thing was so heavy, I think you can hold it easily..."

Xuan Mingcheng said yes, if I don't lift weights, can you touch such a perfect body every night?How much is a small courier?Not enough to watch at all!

"It may hurt for a while, bear with it." Yao Wangyou stretched out his hand to grab a pillow to make Xuan Mingcheng feel more comfortable, and by the way, wiped away the fine spots on Xuan Mingcheng's forehead due to excessive acting force. beads of sweat.

Xuan Mingcheng saw a white wrist in front of him, which was called a hook, and the feeling of the medicine jar's hand touching his face, tsk tsk, this hand looks tender and looks like the hand of a literati.He didn't bother to pretend anymore, he nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on Yao Wangyou without turning his eyes away.

Yao Wangyou thought he was upset, and felt even more sorry. He checked Xuan Mingcheng carefully, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no fracture."

Yao Wangyou straightened Xuan Mingcheng's bent legs, feeling that this guy's legs are really long, and the calf muscles can't be better, when suddenly two eyes of resentment shot from beside him.

"You don't plan to not be responsible, do you?" Xuan Mingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and glared at him with his mouth curled up.

Yao Wangyou scratched his head: "What are you talking about..." He reached out and took out a bottle of ointment from the medicine box, and took a long wooden stick from a glass jar in the corner of the box—Xuan Mingcheng saw that he was not used to cotton swabs, so he bought a large bag of tongue depressors for Western medicine on the Internet based on the wood chips used by doctors in TV dramas and brought them back to him.

"Hiss, it hurts!" As soon as the ice-cold ointment with herbal fragrance was applied to his knees, Xuan Mingcheng began to play a bitter scene.

Yao Wangyou shook his hand, looked at him and blinked: "It really hurts so much?"

"Otherwise!" Xuan Mingcheng stared, Yao Wangyou immediately lowered his head obediently.

Well, it's okay if I was wrong...

Yao Wangyou was worried about blaming himself, and didn't notice the corner of the mouth of the person next to him who couldn't control his emotions when he lowered his head at all.

Xuan Mingcheng is now so arrogant and pampered and takes the opportunity to cheat... No!

This is to seek justice for the legs that have suffered a tragic fate in a reasonable and reasonable way!

"This wooden stick hurts so much..." Xuan Mingcheng seemed to say something unintentionally, then listened to Yao Wangyou's tentative opening, and asked himself:

"Then, shall I give you medicine by hand?"

If Xuan Mingcheng were a cat, his proud tail would be raised to the sky by now.

But Xuanmingcheng is Xuanmingcheng after all, he wants to save face and suffer, obviously wishing that Yao Wangyou would gently apply the ointment with his hands, but on the surface he had to pretend to be careless, and let out an "um" from his nasal cavity.

The feeling of completely treating yourself as an uncle.

Yao Wangyou looked at the purple-black bruises on his knees, and couldn't help thinking: This person Xuan Mingcheng usually cares about his own image, even he can't help but keep shouting, how painful this must be.

It never occurred to me that the CEO was actually acting like a baby and playing a rascal.

The soft fingertips smeared around the small porcelain pot, dug out a small lump of ointment, and gently dabbed it on Xuan Mingcheng's knee in circles. Yao Wangyou had restrained his strength as much as he could, but There was still the sound of Xuan Mingcheng's non-stop gasping in his ears.

I don't know how long it took before the medicine was healed.The contented Xuan Mingcheng looked at Yao Wangyou who was sitting obediently by his lap packing the medicine box, and felt: This injury is worth it!

But as a businessman, it’s definitely not enough to just pay back your capital, you have to make a profit to be called a businessman!

"Pharmaceutical jar." Xuan Mingcheng reached out and poked Yao Wangyou's waist.

Soft!

Yao Wangyou stretched out her hand to cover her waist and looked at him.

"Help me back to the bedroom." Xuan Mingcheng pointed to his knee, "I can't use my strength anymore."

"Okay." Yao Wangyou stood up, wrapped one of Xuan Mingcheng's arms behind his shoulder, put one arm around Xuan Mingcheng's waist, and helped him up from the sofa.

"Hiss..." When Xuan Mingcheng stood up straight, he felt that his kneecap really hurt a little.

Yao Wangyou was worried, and hurriedly said to a "seriously injured patient", "Don't use too much force, just press on me."

Hearing this, Xuan Mingcheng let out an excited wolf howl in his heart, thinking that this was right in his arms, so he turned sideways and leaned on Yao Wangyou, half of him lay on Yao Wangyou's body.

"You're still quite heavy." Yao Wangyou glanced at him, and carried the man into the room.

Xuan Mingcheng turned his eyes slightly to the side, looking at the somewhat thin figure beside him, exerting a little force on his feet.Seeing that Yao Wangyou seemed to be a little more relaxed, he felt relieved and walked into the room with his arms in his arms.

This medicine jar is fragrant, and the smell of medicine is very pleasant.

"Lie down, I'll go get an ice pack." Yao Wangyou supported Xuan Mingcheng to lean against the bed, and also thoughtfully lifted his leg up.

Xuan Mingcheng looked at the back of Yao Wangyou running out, and held his chin to think: How can I take advantage of it for a while...

Yao Wangyou returned to the master bedroom with the ice pack, and saw Xuan Mingcheng was looking at him resentfully, trotted over, and asked with concern: "Is it still hurting?"

"Hmm..." Xuan Mingcheng looked at Yao Wangyou's expression, and couldn't bear to cheat too much, so he said ambiguously, "A little bit."

Yao Wangyou squeezed an ice pack, and carefully applied it around the bruise on Xuan Mingcheng's knee.Xuan Mingcheng felt extremely proud at first, but after a while, he lost his complacency.

In this cold weather, the fingers of the medicine jar were red from the cold.

Even though the air conditioner is on in the room, it can't be such a toss!

"Stop it!" Xuan Mingcheng complained to himself, reaching out to get the ice pack in Yao Wangyou's hand.

"No way!" Yao Wangyou grabbed hold of it, "Your knee is like this, it will hurt even more if you don't apply ice for two days."

"Tsk, then I'll do it myself." Xuan Mingcheng was rarely so strong towards Yao Wangyou, he couldn't help but pierce Yao Wangyou's red fingers, and put the ice pack aside.

Yao Wangyou stared blankly at Xuan Mingcheng who suddenly became irritable.

Xuan Mingcheng pulled the quilt from the side, covered Yao Wangyou's body, grabbed the hands that made him feel distressed and stuffed them into the quilt, and said in a tone that could not be resisted: "Cover yourself."

Yao Wangyou blinked, looking at Xuan Mingcheng who was holding an ice pack to himself with a black face and black face, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

While Xuan Mingcheng successfully used a hard ice pack to press the wound on his knee so painful and cold, he was a little depressed: Why do I care so much about that medicine jar? I'm afraid I'm really bewitched...

Just as he was thinking about it, Xuan Mingcheng felt a figure approaching from the side. He lowered his head and stared blankly at Yao Wangyou stretching out his hand to spread out the quilt, covering both himself and him tightly.

"This quilt is very thin, and it's okay to put ice on it." Yao Wangyou didn't know whether the quilt was too warm or the air conditioner was too hot, her little face was flushed.

Xuan Mingcheng watched him sitting next to him, covering his hands with his hands under the quilt, even if he lowered his head, he couldn't cover his red and hot ears, he felt dry and parched in his throat.

Forget it, let the bewitched be bewitched.

I, Xuan Mingcheng, have been planted in your medicine pot for the rest of my life!

In a place that can't be seen under the quilt, the two of them leaned against each other's legs, but they didn't dare to get too close. Their calves rubbed against each other from time to time, which made people feel itchy.

Yao Wangyou felt that this way of getting along was too weird, and wanted to find something to say, so she turned her head.

"Pharmaceutical jar..."

"that……"

The two were taken aback at the same time, and then turned their heads away in unison.

Xuan Mingcheng said: "You speak first."

"Try to apply ice to your knee within two days, and heat it after two days, and then I will rub medicinal wine on you," Yao Wangyou said.

Xuan Mingcheng nodded slightly, then asked again: "Can you rub it for me?"

Yao Wangyou was stunned by his question, and immediately turned her head away with a hot face: "Yes, it's not impossible."

"Then it's settled, rub it for me, don't play tricks!" Xuan Mingcheng said calmly, but in fact, he was also beating drums in his heart, beating so hard that his heart was tight.

Yao Wangyou let out an inaudible "hmm", staring at the quilt covering her body, she could vaguely feel Xuan Mingcheng's body temperature.

"But I said you are good enough..." Xuan Mingcheng turned his head and said, "Do you know how valuable these two legs were when I was still walking in the catwalk? You just smashed them like this. "

"Worth the money?" Yao Wangyou was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what it meant, let alone knowing that Xuan Mingcheng bought insurance for every part of his body back then, for fear that any part of him would be injured.

Xuan Mingcheng nodded as a matter of course, lifted the quilt slightly, and exposed a leg: "See, how long is it?"

Yao Wangyou stretched his neck, tilted his head to look at it, touched his nose and said against his will: "It's not that long..."

Xuan Mingcheng seemed to have heard something from the Arabian Nights, his eyes widened, and he thought that this medicine jar was just teasing him?Not long?

What did people say back then?Xuan Mingcheng has legs from the neck down!

The CEO had nothing to talk to, and managed to get angry again. He looked at Yao Wangyou, who was fidgeting because he was too close, and slapped the bed and said, "You said I have short legs. The two compare who is longer!"

"Why, how do you compare?" Yao Wangyou was a little nervous, seeing Xuan Mingcheng sitting back a little while supporting the bed, throwing the quilt aside, straightening one leg and raised an eyebrow at him.

After the quilt was lifted, the ambiguous atmosphere faded a lot.Just now, the two of them couldn't see clearly what was going on under the quilt, and they always rubbed their ankles and calves from time to time.Every time he felt the scalding body temperature, Yao Wangyou felt that his flesh and blood were burning.

Yao Wangyou also straightened her legs, and the two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, tacitly neither mentioned it, as if they didn't notice the two huddled arms.

"Why are you sitting nestled down?" Xuan Mingcheng muttered, pointing to Yao Wangyou's waist, "The heels of the two people should be aligned."

Yao Wangyou looked down, and before he had time to react, he saw two strong long arms reaching out from under his eyelids, wrapping around his waist and pulling him back.

And that dishonest hand seemed to pinch his waist.

When Yao Wangyou was hugged to the right position, the two looked at each other silently, then turned their heads away tacitly, neither of them had the intention to continue the comparison.

"Here, let me say that I have long legs." Xuan Mingcheng looked out of the window, with one hand pressed on the mattress, his fingernails scratching impatiently, his heart pounding.

That medicine jar has such a thin waist...

Yao Wangyou turned his head to look at the wall, and hid one hand in a corner that Xuan Mingcheng couldn't see beside his leg, tightly grasping a piece of bed sheet, the originally flat sheet was crumpled by his fingers .

Yao Wangyou jumped off the bed, his movements were uncoordinated because he was too nervous, Xuan Mingcheng wanted to help him stand upright, but Yao Wangyou dodged his hands in a panic.

"I'm going to cook the medicine, you can rest yourself!"

Xuan Mingcheng withdrew his hand, reminiscing about the waist-wrapped hug just now, leaning against the head of the bed, feeling the faint mint ice sensation brought by the ointment on his knees, a shallow arc curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Yao Wangyou blushed and walked to the living room, opened the box, wondering what was so heavy, wasn't it just an invitation letter?

The top cover of the cardboard box was lifted, and Yao Wangyou saw that there was a layer of foam paper on it, and it was stuck with tape, so it was tightly wrapped.

Hearing the sound of the box hitting Xuan Mingcheng's leg just now, it should be a fragile item.

After Yao Wangyou carefully unpacked it, a set of delicate and thick tableware appeared in front of his eyes.The porcelain body is pure and white, like snow in winter, without a trace of variegation.The cobalt blue fuel is drawn by the technician's brush and fired into a beautiful blue pattern by the kiln.

Different from the dense and eye-catching blue and white patterns that are common on the market, the blue and white patterns on this set of tableware are not complicated, but they are exquisite.

The edges of the dishes are not dyed with the usual floral pattern, but leave blank for the picture on the whole plate.

In spring, by the side of a meandering mountain stream, sitting a lovely child, the child is well-behaved, holding a twig broken from a willow tree on the bank to stir the water surface, Under the willow tree not far away, there is a small medicine stove, which is bubbling like a cloud of mist.

The child's facial features are simple but extremely cute, especially the curved corner of the mouth, which makes people feel happy when they see it.

Yao Wangyou was fascinated by the picture on the plate. When he was a child living in the mountains with his master, he would often fold a wicker to draw water like the child in the picture, and when the medicine in the stove was cooked, he would hold it Take the small jar to check the medicine and the dosage for the master.

If the prescription is not memorized, or the medicine is overcooked, the master will take the small wicker he folded and pat the palm of the hand gently through the clothes. Even if it doesn't hurt at all, it is enough as a punishment up.

This guy...Yao Wangyou looked through the wide-open master bedroom door, looked at Xuan Mingcheng who was reading some documents on the bed with an iPad, the taste in his mouth was better than the maltose that his master rewarded him when he was a child Even sweeter.

On the screen of the iPad in Xuan Mingcheng's hand was the pattern of the tableware that Tan Zi sent him. He looked at the round-faced child, wondering if Yao Wangyou was so chubby when he was a child, or the same as now thin?

I don't know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened.Xuan Mingcheng was looking at the document, and asked. A scent mixed with the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine wafted from the living room, and it became more and more intense.He threw the iPad away casually, and leaned back on the bed, pretending to be in pain.

Yao Wangyou was speechless, obviously just now he saw him holding a tablet from a distance.

"Get up and drink the medicine." Yao Wangyou put the things in his hands on the bedside table, and looked weakly at Xuan Mingcheng who was lying on the bed humming.

Xuan Mingcheng curled his lips: "Bitter." That expression was like that of a child having a temper tantrum.

"I brought you the tangerine peel." Yao Wangyou pushed his shoulder, knowing that this guy must be difficult to serve.

Xuan Mingcheng raised his eyebrows secretly, sat up from the bed contentedly, and saw that there were three bowls on the plate that Yao Wangyou brought in, one bowl was black Chinese medicine, and one bowl contained several A piece of tangerine peel, and finally a bowl of bone soup that is full of ingredients.

"Aunt Xiang is cooking, you drink the medicine first, and then drink some bone soup." Yao Wangyou brought the medicine to Xuan Mingcheng's mouth, and saw his eyes squinted, looking at the bedside table.

Yao Wang worriedly looked at the sky, stretched out his hand and squeezed a piece of tangerine peel for him.

"Ah~" Xuan Mingcheng opened his mouth wide.

Yao Wangyou stuffed the tangerine peel casually, then stuffed the bowl into Xuan Mingcheng's hand: "I'm not a child to drink by myself."

Xuan Mingcheng squinted his eyes and smiled, gulping down a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Can you still drink it?" Yao Wangyou looked at Xuan Mingcheng while holding the bowl of bone soup.

The bone china bowl with fine gold rims is filled with rich and delicious soup. The yellow one is corn, and the white one is horseshoe. Originally, there were carrots, but Xuan Mingcheng didn’t like to eat them. The carrots were picked out - in the middle, a bone full of meat was boiled to a translucent color, exuding a tantalizing meaty aroma.

"Shouldn't you ask if you can eat it?" Xuan Mingcheng glanced at the soup bowl that was almost full of ingredients, and asked with a smile.

Yao Wangyou pursed her lips and ignored him.

"You stewed it?" Xuan Mingcheng reached out to take the bowl, squeezed the cool handle of the spoon and turned over the soup under it, a smile welled up in his eyes, "Hey, you're putting a whole bone on it. All the flesh was scraped off?"

Yao Wangyou, who was on fire on his face, tried to snatch the soup back, but Xuan Mingcheng dodged it as expected, and he listened to the man asking himself persistently: "Did you stew it?"

Is there any difference in who cooks...

Yao Wangyou glanced at him: "No, Aunt Xiang stewed it."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yao Wangyou saw that Xuan Mingcheng was motionless, staring at him without blinking, the meaning was very clear - lying.

Xuan Mingcheng laughed secretly in his heart, Aunt Xiang had clearly just arrived, and he could even hear her ringing the doorbell.

"Are you drinking or not..."

"Drink, of course!" Xuan Mingcheng saw that he was making people anxious, and stopped making trouble, and obediently began to eat meat and drink soup, but the eyes seemed to grow on Yao Wangyou's body.

Yao Wangyou's back was a little hairy from being stared at by him, thinking that Xuan Mingcheng's eyes looked like he wanted to eat people.

Xuan Mingcheng wanted to eat people now, he looked at Yao Wangyou whose neck was flushed red, and didn't even know what he was eating.

"I'm full." Xuan Mingcheng put down the clean bowl, covered his mouth with a tissue, and burped silently.While wiping his mouth clean, he looked at Yao Wangyou who was sitting on the bed cleaning up the dishes, wondering how to keep the medicine jar in his room for a while longer.

Before Xuan Mingcheng could come up with a solution, Yao Wangyou quickly picked up the tableware. Xuan Mingcheng didn't want him to leave, so he reached out to grab it, "The medicine jar..."

At the same time, Yao Wangyou suddenly turned his head and said, "That..."

Xuan Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, before he could withdraw his hand in time, he grabbed Yao Wangyou's arm.

Yao Wangyou looked at the still strong hand on his sleeve.

"Ahem..." Xuan Mingcheng pretended to cough twice, pinched Yao Wangyou's arm, and pretended to look at him, "You're so skinny if you don't eat yourself."

Yao Wangyou vaguely replied "It's okay".

"By the way, what did you want to say just now?" Xuan Mingcheng saw Yao Wangyou thoughtful just now, he probably had something to tell himself, that was just right, he didn't want the medicine jar to leave so quickly.

"Oh, yes." Yao Wangyou remembered, nodded and said, "I recently..."

Xuan Mingcheng looked at Yao Wangyou who hesitated to speak, and thought what's wrong?

Yao Wangyou stretched out his hand and scratched his neck, scratching his fingernails, leaving a few light red marks, inexplicably a little bit angry, Xuan Mingcheng looked at his head slightly, and motioned him to continue talking.

"I don't know if it's my illusion." Yao Wangyou glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, and walked over slowly, Xuan Mingcheng's eyes followed his back, his eyes were full of tenderness.

The sun outside is just right, the sun has been shining for most of the day, and the frost and mist formed on the grass in the morning have all melted, and dewdrops hang on the tips of the grass blades, reflecting a little bit of light.

Yao Wangyou covered the half-opened curtains, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed a lot. Xuan Mingcheng's heart moved: Is this medicine jar doing something shameful when the curtains are closed?

There is no one else in this room, so his goal is only...

Thinking about what might happen later, the CEO who has always kept himself "as good as a jade" became inexplicably excited at this moment.

But Xuan Mingcheng waited for a long time with bright eyes, but he didn't wait for Yao Wangyou to throw himself into his arms or anything, and there was no nosebleed scene.

What is Yao Wangyou doing now?

He was holding a piece of curtain cloth with one hand, lying on the window sill and staring outside, from left to right, like a surveillance camera.

"Strange..." Yao Wangyou stared at the empty courtyard outside and muttered, suddenly felt two hands on his shoulders.

When he turned his head, he saw Xuan Mingcheng holding his shoulders, staring at his back with his head down.

Xuan Mingcheng originally wanted to hug his waist, but felt that he was a little...too proactive?After much deliberation, I put my shoulders on it.

Seeing people looking back at him, Xuan Mingcheng began to change the subject, and asked Yao Wangyou, who was behaving strangely, "What are you looking at? It has whetted my appetite for so long, so it wouldn't be good to say nothing, right?"

It was only then that Yao Wangyou remembered that he hadn't told Xuan Mingcheng about the matter, he pointed to the gap between the two curtains, and said, "Look outside, is there anything wrong?"

Xuan Mingcheng frowned, thinking that there was nothing wrong with his house, and he could just look at it if he wanted to, so he wanted to open the curtains again, but Yao Wangyou caught him hand, shook his head: "Can't move."

Xuan Mingcheng was helpless, subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch Yao Wangyou's face and said, "Then why don't you make it clear first."

Feeling the soft touch, Xuan Mingcheng came to his senses and withdrew his hand embarrassingly, but what made him happy was that Yao Wangyou didn't seem to resist.

Yao Wangyou rubbed his face, and said to Xuan Mingcheng, "I think...someone is staring at me these days."

The author has something to say: The little aunt laughing Author: Comparing the length, hehehehe, whoever is taller is the gong(?)

Yao Wangyou children: Words of tigers and wolves!

Xuanmingcheng kid: I must be taller, I'm thicker than him

Yao Wangyou:? ? ?

Xuan Mingcheng: I mean legs.

Yao Wangyou: (relaxed)

Xuanming City: Article [-].

Yao Wangyou:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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