Mr. Dong Guo

"Are you friends with Qi Jue?" Guo Qiyu asked curiously.

The corners of Meng Xiaoyan's mouth twitched, he didn't answer, he turned around and went to the living room, and turned on the TV to watch.

Guo Qiyu still wanted to ask, but the housekeeper always felt a little embarrassed as he watched from the sidelines. Guo Qiyu smiled at him, turned around and boiled his own bone soup.

"Wait for it to simmer," Guo Qiyu turned to the butler and said, "I will take care of it."

After a pause, he said again: "I'll make dinner, I know a little bit about what Xiao Bei likes to eat."

Hearing that Guo Qiyu didn't change his words and still called Xiaobei, the butler sighed inwardly.

He nodded, "All the ingredients are in the refrigerator, if you need anything else, just tell me, Mr. Guo."

The butler turned and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn't until he reported to the young master sitting on the sofa that he had left that he suddenly remembered, does the young master have anything he likes to eat?

In their eyes, the young master who was finally found has always been a child who only hates and has no preferences.

When Guo Qiyu came out of the kitchen with a bowl, Meng Xiaoyan was already sitting at the table waiting.

"How do you do so many?" Meng Xiaoyan asked.

"Not much, it's for three people." Guo Qiyu looked around, "Where's the housekeeper?"

Meng Xiaoyan frowned, "He's gone home, he has to go back and take care of his grandson."

"Huh?" Guo Qiyu was stunned, "I cooked too much."

Meng Xiaoyan sighed, "Isn't there a refrigerator here, let's have it tomorrow morning."

Guo Qiyu had a bitter face. Meng Xiaoyan knew that he had watched some health program, which said that it is best not to eat leftovers, and he has always tried his best to uphold this statement.

He knocked on the bowl and comforted: "What does it matter if you eat once or twice?"

Guo Qiyu nodded, but he had already made up his mind to finish eating later.

"Hey, that's right." While eating, Guo Qiyu remembered, "You said Qi Jue is coming tomorrow?"

"Did you meet in City A?" He asked.

Meng Xiaoyan explained: "I met Grandpa Li when I went to visit, so I left a phone call, and we had a meal together when we came back."

"Very good, I didn't expect that you and Qi Jue became good friends," Guo Qiyu said, "What about Ying Zhu?"

"Li Yingzhu is still in the first year of high school, I met him once."

"Only Qi Jue will come tomorrow?"

"Well, Li Yingzhu is going to school."

After eating, Guo Qiyu cleaned up the bowls, watched TV with Meng Xiaoyan for a while, saw that Meng Xiaoyan was drowsy, and helped him upstairs to wash up.

"I want to take a shower."

After Meng Xiaoyan took off his shirt with difficulty, he lay on the bed and watched Guo Qiyu prepare the toiletries for himself, and arranged the washbasin, towel, cup, and toothbrush neatly in front of him. Said.

Guo Qiyu was taken aback, "Let's not wash it today."

Meng Xiaoyan remained motionless, "But I want to take a bath."

Guo Qiyu sighed, put everything back into the bathroom resignedly, and helped the temporarily disabled person to the bathroom.

"Take off your pants yourself, and I'll find you plastic wrap to wrap your legs." Guo Qiyu put him on the edge of the bathtub and told him to sit down.

Guo Qiyu was about to leave when he was pulled back again. When he turned around, the child looked up at him, "Help me take it off."

Guo Qiyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, "You hurt your foot, not your hand, so you can take it off yourself."

After finishing speaking, he strode out, not caring about Meng Xiaoyan's expression behind him.

Guo Qiyu found something, and when he returned to the bathroom, he saw the child lying in the bathtub with a painful expression on his face, but he gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound.

"What's wrong?" Guo Qiyu hurriedly put down his things and walked forward.

"Hand, hand hurts..." the child whispered.

"Why do you..." Guo Qiyu frowned, seeing the child's distress, he was so distressed that he couldn't speak

Guo Qiyu helped him up and sat down, and then looked at his hands. His wrist was a little swollen, but there should be no bone injuries, but Guo Qiyu was still worried and wanted to go to the hospital.

"It should be twisted," Meng Xiaoyan said reluctantly, but his face was full of pain, "It's okay."

"It's all swollen like this!" Guo Qiyu was so distressed that he leaned over and blew helplessly.

"..."

Meng Xiaoyan was stunned suddenly, the pain on his face disappeared completely, and he looked at his adoptive father who was holding his right hand, puffing out his cheeks and blowing air carefully.

After he was adopted by Guo Qiyu, he was almost never injured again. No one bullied him, and he would not go looking for trouble. Being a good boy in Guo Qiyu's eyes is his first priority.

He never knew he was injured, Guo Qiyu would do this, like all parents, gently blowing on the painful area of ​​​​the child, as if this would blow away part of the pain, although there is no scientific basis, it is better to seek medical attention early .

Meng Xiaoyan knew that he should call his family doctor to check him now, so as to reassure Guo Qiyu, even though he knew that his hand was just twisted and it was not a serious problem.

The swollen wrist became very sensitive, and Guo Qiyu's soft breath sprinkled on it, bringing a trace of gentle coolness, making him forget the pain.

This pain is not unbearable, the pain he suffered when he was younger was much worse than this, but in front of Guo Qiyu, for his soft heart and pity, he couldn't help but want to make himself look weaker.

Does this count as a bonus?

The man half-kneeling in front of him has matured a little over the past few years, to be precise, he has aged a little, but it is not as fast as the years when he was raised.

Because of his hard work, the man looks much older than his actual age.

"Huh?" Guo Qiyu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at him, "Xiao Bei, what's wrong?"

Meng Xiaoyan came back to his senses, only to find that his hand touched Guo Qiyu's cheek at some point.

He withdrew his hand, put it on his hand without looking at it, and said calmly, "I'll call the family doctor first. Before that, I want to take a shower."

After calling the family doctor, Guo Qiyu was about to turn around and walk out of the bathroom, but was stopped by Meng Xiaoyan, "Where are you going? My hand is injured."

Guo Qiyu turned around, a little annoyed, but also a little distressed and blamed, "You said what happened to you? I was just saying that your hand was not injured, but you were injured."

Meng Xiaoyan lowered his eyes, "You asked me to take off my pants, I couldn't sit still and fell over."

Guo Qiyu's face immediately showed a little guilt, and he still read a sentence, "Be careful, you are really... nothing good now!"

"..."

"Puchi-"

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and then they laughed at the same time. Guo Qiyu was a little helpless, "What's so funny about hurting more!" But he couldn't stop himself.

Meng Xiaoyan pursed his lips, shook his legs, raised his chin, "Get off quickly."

Guo Qiyu glanced at him quickly, told him to sit down, and began to take off his pants.

Meng Xiaoyan watched Guo Qiyu take off his pants with an ambiguous smile in his eyes.

"Uh," Guo Qiyu glanced at the place, then quickly looked away, looking at the child's face unnaturally, "Fat, well developed..."

Meng Xiaoyan sneered and saw Guo Qiyu's face turn red shamefully.

"I, I'm your father, you, why are you shy..." Guo Qiyu pointed at him and then at him again, panicking.

Meng Xiaoyan nodded indifferently, as if he didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, he stretched out his hand and signaled Guo Qiyu to help him up.

Guo Qiyu carefully avoided his injured hand, leaned forward and wrapped his hands around Meng Xiaoyan's back, hugged him, and then slowly let go after he stood firmly on one foot.

"Hey, be careful!"

Before letting go completely, Meng Xiaoyan swayed and was about to fall to the side. Guo Qiyu quickly stabilized him, and Meng Xiaoyan also hugged him.

After the cold sweat subsided on Guo Qiyu's body, he realized that the two were hugging each other tightly, his chin was resting on Meng Xiaoyan's shoulder, he raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes were on the ceiling of the bathroom.

"Xiaobei, let go." He patted the child's back, which already had a thin layer of muscle.

"……Waddled."

What Guo Qiyu couldn't see was the smile on the corner of Meng Xiaoyan's mouth.

"Don't you want to take a shower?"

After a while, Guo Qiyu spoke softly.

Meng Xiaoyan reckoned that the family doctor would be here soon, and thought for a while, "Forget it, don't wash it, just wipe it off for me."

"Okay, okay," Guo Qiyu waited for a while, and finally got a little angry, "Then let me go!"

Under Guo Qiyu's strong refusal, Meng Xiaoyan finally gave up his thighs and buttocks.

Like a real father, Guo Qiyu wiped his body without any distractions and helped him out of the bathroom.

As soon as he sat on the bed, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Guo Qiyu went to open the door, and a middle-aged man walked in, claiming to be the family doctor of the Meng family.

"Young master's hand is fine, it's just sprained," the middle-aged man said after checking it, "just pay attention."

Then he checked Meng Xiaoyan's head and legs, and after seeing that there was nothing serious, he left.

After the family doctor left, Meng Xiaoyan lay lazily on the bed, and urged Guo Qiyu to wash up quickly and lie down on the bed.

Guo Qiyu walked a few steps, then backed away, a little surprised, "The Meng family is really a big family!"

"It's just a family doctor," Meng Xiaoyan said with a smile, "and this family doctor is mainly hired for Mrs. Meng."

After Guo Qiyu lay down on the bed, Meng Xiaoyan asked the question he wanted to ask the most today.

"How long are you going to stay?"

Guo Qiyu thought for a while, "When will Mr. Meng come back?"

"Mrs. Meng will stay there for a month or two. Mr. Meng will come back early, but it will be half a month later, but he is also coming back for work and doesn't care about me at all," Guo Qiyu was about to answer , He hurriedly said again: "The servants have their own jobs when they come back, and no one can take care of me when they are busy."

This is a bit exaggerated, anyway, he is the only young master of the Meng family, so even if he is busy, he is still busy around Meng Xiaoyan.

But Guo Qiyu didn't know, and he didn't know what the life of these rich people was like. He just said that it was not easy to be a servant of rich people. He was so busy that he didn't have time to take care of the patients.

Guo Qiyu silently calculated his vacation in his heart.

"What about your annual leave, haven't you taken it yet?" Meng Xiaoyan reminded him.

"Isn't that reserved for when we travel with you during the Chinese New Year?"

"Don't go out, stay at home during the Chinese New Year this year, you can use it now!"

"Then I'll do the math."

Meng Xiaoyan wanted to say that there was no need to forget it, he had figured it out a long time ago, after counting the miscellaneous holidays, Guo Qiyu could just accompany him for half a month.

But he didn't speak, waiting for Guo Qiyu to think for himself.

"Okay, okay," Guo Qiyu agreed after a long time, "I'll accompany you for five days..."

"Five days?!"

"What, what?"

"Half a month!" Meng Xiaoyan began to plan his vacation for him.

"Xiao Bei, this, this is not very good..."

Guo Qiyu was a little embarrassed, "Or, just a week..."

Meng Xiaoyan stared at him for a while, and finally hugged Guo Qiyu in a discouraged and unwilling manner, not wanting to speak sullenly.

It can be regarded as reluctantly agreeing.