Throw down that ghost uncle

At this time, the building of the hospital was surrounded by water, and the fire truck had just entered from the gate of the hospital.

Yan Shengyu's car was blocked outside and he couldn't get in, so he had to park the car on the side of the road.

When he got out of the car, there happened to be a few onlookers discussing——

"The young people nowadays are really looking for death and injury to their parents!"

"That's right! Parents have been worrying for nothing these past few years!"

"Hey, you may not know that that man is the illegitimate son of the Lin family. His father may not live long after being angry and sent to the hospital, so he can't think about jumping off the building, right?"

"What about the fuck? It's not a divorce, is it?"

"Fucking money and ran away! My husband heard what the circle said."

Yan Shengyu was shocked, but after a few hours, such twists and turns happened to that kid.

He glanced at the roof, and saw that Lin Zhao was sitting on the fence with his legs dangling, looking devastated. He became worried, and he heard a few people talking non-stop, so he closed the car door and ran to the hospital.

He squeezed through the crowd and walked quickly up the hospital building.

Lin Zhao had already smoked all the cigarettes in the cigarette case, and now he could only sit on the fence and enjoy the breeze, but he had no intention of committing suicide.

The door behind him was opened by the firefighters, and several people quietly surrounded him from behind. When Lin Zhao looked back, he was startled: "Don't come here!"

They didn't dare to move, but Lin Zhao's nerves were tense in an instant, as if he had been greatly stimulated, he grabbed the fence with both hands, and stepped on the outside with both feet.

"If you have something to say, let's talk it out, don't do stupid things!" Someone loudly dissuaded.

Lin Zhao did not speak, nor did he leave the fence.

Yan Shengyu had already reached the entrance of the rooftop, but he didn't appear right away, because he knew that his appearance might stimulate Lin Zhao even more.

But in just a few seconds, there was a sudden exclamation from the rooftop, followed by chaos below.

Lin Zhao stumbled and fell.

Yan Shengyu rushed out and leaped down the fence with lightning speed. After catching up with Lin Zhao, he grabbed his hand and pulled it towards his chest. The other hand grabbed it upwards. He successfully pulled the window sill on the eleventh floor.

There was a false alarm downstairs, and the rescuers hurried down from the roof.

Lin Zhao was already in a coma. Yan Shengyu had difficulty moving while holding him, and the window was closed tightly. He suddenly propped up his palm, lifted his foot and kicked the glass window.

He hugged Lin Zhao and ran straight inside.

This was an empty ward with no one in it. After the two of them rolled on the ground a few times, Yan Shengyu's wound was torn open again.

He felt the pain, and the shirt on his chest was purple.

Rescuers arrived and opened the door and pulled the light. Yan Shengyu turned around holding his chest: "The person is just unconscious, there is no major problem."

They settled Lin Zhao to the doctor, and someone asked Yan Shengyu: "How are you? Let the doctor take a look?"

"I'm fine." Yan Shengyu was afraid that the wound would not be able to cover his wound if he stayed any longer, so he turned around and left the place quickly.

Lead gray clouds covered the whole sky, and the light rain fell again. Yan Shengyu got into the car, gritted his teeth and took off the shirt inside, and sent a call to the assistant to send clothes. sample fruit.

The assistant called 15 minutes later. He knew that something had happened again when he heard that he was going to deliver the clothes. After getting in the car, the assistant didn't ask any more questions. He silently handed over the clothes and said: "Mr. Yan should also pay attention to his body. .”

Yan Shengyu is not an ordinary person's body. Although the wound will hurt and bleed after the wound is torn, it is easy to stop the bleeding, and it will not cause pain if it stops. It takes two or three days to heal.

He said "hmm", took the fruit and opened the car door and went back to the hospital.

After asking the nurse on duty, he found Lin Zhao's ward. The doctor had just finished checking and left. Yan Shengyu went in and put the fruit on the table, then moved a chair and sat down.

Lin Zhao fell asleep, his brows were slightly frowned, he turned over from time to time and murmured "Mom", and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yan Shengyu couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and took a wet towel to wipe him.

Not long after putting down the towel, Lin Zhao began to shiver on the bed. Yan Shengyu probed his forehead and found that he had a fever, so he went out to call the doctor again.

After tossing and tossing for nearly an hour, Yan Shengyu finally felt a little tired. He leaned back on the chair and dozed off.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Lin Zhao's fever subsided, but he had a nightmare, dreaming that his mother strangled his father's neck and wanted him to die.

He woke up instantly.

Lin Zhao was sweating profusely, and when he glanced to the side, he saw Yan Shengyu.

He sat up straight from the bed.

Yan Shengyu also woke up, and Lin Zhao was wary of him, so he blurted out and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lin Zhao's reaction was not surprising to Yan Shengyu. He got up and took out an apple from the bag on the table: "Is this the attitude towards the savior?"

He went to wash the apples, then sat down and peeled them with a fruit knife, and handed them to Lin Zhao after peeling.

Lin Zhao looked at the apple, then at Yan Shengyu in front of him, and quickly remembered that it was Yan Shengyu who helped him in the downfall in the heavy rain.

After all, he is really a lifesaver, no matter how bad his previous impression was, he must have a conscience!

Lin Zhao didn't refuse, and even took the apple with guilt.

He put it to his mouth and took a bite.

"I know everything," Yan Shengyu wiped his hands with a towel, and said straight to the point, "If you want, I can help you."

A bite of apple stuck in his throat, Lin Zhao beat his chest and coughed, he looked at Yan Shengyu flattered, and wanted to ask a full stomach of questions, but he was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Yan Shengyu guessed his thoughts, but did not answer directly, but analyzed some small problems for him: "I have learned about your family situation. For your mother, she will never pay a penny for your father, and Your mother's hand is very long now, and it is very likely that she can reach your brother's side. Even if your brother pays for it, your mother has the ability to take it for herself. With your ability, it is wishful thinking to save your father. "

Yan Shengyu leaned back and asked Lin Zhao, "Besides, you and your mother had a falling out, right?"

Lin Zhao was reminded of unpleasant memories again, especially about his uncertain life experience. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing that Lin Zhao didn't intend to accept himself, Yan Shengyu spread his arms and got up to leave: "The twisted melon is not sweet, that's all, there's no need to waste time."

Lin Zhao was very entangled in his heart, Yan Shengyu's analysis was right, he really didn't have that ability, and he couldn't find anyone to ask for.

"Wait," he stopped Yan Shengyu and asked, "What's the condition?"

"Huh?" Yan Shengyu turned around, his voice turned upward.

Lin Zhao jumped off the bed: "Since you want to help me, there must be conditions, right?"

Yan Shengyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I can't see that the rules are quite clear."

Hearing the word "rules", Lin Zhao took it for granted that it was a sales contract, and the apple in his hand fell to the ground in a daze: "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Yan Shengyu was taken aback for a moment, and then he was almost choked to death by his own saliva. He really didn't expect this boy who obeyed his parents' rules to think of that kind of place. He waved his hand: "You don't worry too much, just be my personal chef."

Lin Zhao made up his mind.

However, the cost of treating his father is huge, and the monthly salary of a chef is at most about [-]. The key is that I have not cooked a few times, and what I cook is dark cooking!

Yan Shengyu wants to trade this with himself?Are you out of your mind?

But Yan Shengyu then said something like this: "You Lin Zhao, you graduated from XXX University this year. Your major is a chef. Your culinary skills are the first in school every year. You have won several awards in the city and once in the international market. Even if You only touched the pot during the exam, or you never touched it after graduation, but your talent is here, why do you say you can’t do it?”

Lin Zhao swallowed, surprised that Yan Shengyu had dug out his old background clearly, he was a little hypocritical for a moment, and couldn't refute anything.

Yan Shengyu didn't seem to give him any chance to think about it, and said directly: "Deal."

The next day, Lin Zhao went to see his father first. When he returned to the ward, Yan Shengyu's assistant had arrived, brought him a new set of clothes to change into, and found a nurse for his father, and then took him into the car.

Along the way, the assistant explained to Lin Zhao the recipes for three meals a day while driving.

Breakfast is mainly milk and eggs, lunch is mainly meat, preferably beef, mutton is also acceptable, dinner only needs a few cucumbers, remember not to use salad dressing, the most important point is that Yan Shengyu never touches sweets, Don't give him anything with sugar in it.

Lin Zhao wrote it down in a small notebook, raised his head and asked, "Then it can only be pure milk? What about fruit?"

The assistant shook his head: "Definitely not!"

Probably an allergy, Lin Zhao thought so.

The car drove directly into the villa area, the assistant stopped the car and took Lin Zhao into the house.

This villa has [-] square meters, the decoration is simple European style, the living room is neat and tidy, there are many photos on the wall, most of them are some architectural scenery, Yan Shengyu doesn't seem to have any special hobbies, the only thing he collects the most is books, stuffed in the study room bookshelf.

Finally, the assistant led Lin Zhao into the kitchen to get acquainted, and specially told him not to enter Yan Shengyu's room.

Lin Zhao understands this point clearly, everyone is always a bit of a clean freak.

After explaining everything, the assistant left, leaving Lin Zhao alone in the big villa. He checked the time, turned around and took the recipe book he just bought to read.