After falling in love with the disabled president at first sight

Yin Mo was very meticulous in his work. He told Cheng Cheng that he didn't need to cook. After Cheng Cheng got up the next day, he opened the door and saw Zhao Wenbin on the sofa in the living room.

Zhao Wenbin greeted him: "Xiao Lu is up, I brought breakfast for you and Mr. Yin, put it on the dining table, go and eat it while it's hot."

Cheng Cheng responded, turned his head to look at the dining table, and was surprised to find that Yin Mo was already sitting there.

He was still a little dazed after waking up, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes before asking in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, what time is it?"

"It's just ten past nine."

Then it wasn't that he got up late, but that Yin Mo got up early. Cheng Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, grabbed the chicken nest that he hadn't had time to tidy up, and fled into the bathroom before Yin Mo saw him.

By the time he finished washing and walked to the dining table, Yin Mo had almost eaten.

There was also a set of pot stickers and a bowl of salty soy milk on the table. He purposely picked the chair closest to Yin Mo and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks and asked, "Why did Mr. Yin get up so early today? What's the matter?" ?"

"It's okay." Yin Mo drank the last bit of soy milk in the bowl, and was about to leave, but the wheelchair just turned a little bit, and for some reason, he turned around and picked up the bowls and chopsticks he had used on the table, went into the kitchen, and then went upstairs.

It wasn't until Cheng Cheng had finished his breakfast that Yin Mo probably felt that his right hand was bandaged and it was inconvenient to clean up, so he put the dishes and chopsticks directly into the dishwasher.

This man is like this, although he looks cold, but what he does always makes people feel warm.

When Cheng Cheng returned to the living room, Zhao Wenbin was still sitting on the sofa. He was taken aback, and said apologetically, "Brother Zhao, I forgot to tell you that I won't cook today, so don't bother you to take me to the supermarket." .”

"I know." Zhao Wenbin smiled at him, "Mr. Yin asked me to take you to the hospital, can you see if we are leaving now?"

Cheng Cheng widened his eyes, raised his tightly wrapped right hand and said, "It's just wrapped exaggeratedly, but it's really not that serious, so don't bother Brother Zhao?"

It wasn't that he was afraid of going to the hospital, but that he ran to the hospital with such a small burn, which was a bit of a fuss.

"It's okay, let's see a doctor, take a look and rest assured."

Cheng Cheng was a little helpless, but thinking that it was Yin Mo's confession, he finally went back to his room, changed his clothes, and went out with Zhao Wenbin.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor was overjoyed after cutting off the gauze, and said with a smile, "I was shocked when I saw the bandage just now, and I want to ask why you didn't come to the hospital earlier for treatment."

Cheng Cheng's face was a little hot: "It's just that I was splashed with oil while cooking, and I don't think it's serious."

"When dealing with burns, it's a good thing to be cautious. Many people end up infected and inflamed because they don't pay attention. In severe cases, it may even develop into sepsis. Besides, your skin is so white. If you are not careful, it will be a pity to leave scars later." Doctor While talking, he used a sterile needle to treat the blisters on his hands, and joked, "There are not many boys who are willing to cook now. Does your girlfriend feel distressed? I will wrap it up like this for you."

Zhao Wenbin was still standing aside, afraid of causing misunderstanding, he hurriedly explained: "It's not a girlfriend."

After speaking, thinking of how Yin Mo seriously bandaged him last night, some unrealistic fantasies flashed in his mind.

Would Yin Mo feel distressed seeing him being burned?

After applying the medicine, the doctor put small gauzes of two centimeters square on each of his two wounds, probably because he couldn't see the way he had bandaged before, so he specifically explained: "The pharmacy sells large square band-aids, two pieces a piece , Just tear it off and stick it directly, you can buy a few pieces. Be careful these few days, don’t touch the wound with water, and don’t tear off the blistered place.”

Cheng Cheng responded obediently, thanked him and left the consulting room.

Walking beside him, Zhao Wenbin saw that he was going directly to the parking lot, and asked a little strangely, "Aren't you going to the pharmacy to buy bandages?"

"Don't go, there's still a lot of gauze at home, it's too wasteful to use up." Cheng Cheng blinked and said innocently.

Compared with the bandage that can be operated with one hand, he naturally prefers Yin Mo to bandage it for him. Besides, Yin Mo is slow to wrap it up, so they can spend more time together.

Zhao Wenbin only thought that he was used to frugality, and he liked him a little more in his heart.

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There was no need to prepare three meals, and the journey took a lot of time. He cleaned the villa in the afternoon. After dinner, he really had nothing to do, so he went back to his room and watched a movie.

He likes to stay at home and watch movies on weekdays. He likes many genres, but what he watches are works with relatively high ratings on the Internet in recent years. Tonight, on a whim, he plans to watch the classic early horror movie "The Grudge" .

Cheng Cheng often watches horror movies, and he thinks he is quite courageous. In addition, this movie is older than him. He feels that there is a big gap between the shooting techniques, makeup techniques, and special effects back then, so he doesn’t think it will How scary.

Unexpectedly, the movie was only halfway through, and he felt creepy, especially the kid who played "Junxiong" in it, whose acting skills were so good that his scalp tingled.

The scene in the movie was a cursed villa, which directly caused him to force himself to watch the movie, and almost dared not go to the bathroom next door. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he opened the door tremblingly and went out.

When he lay back on the bed again, Cheng Cheng had scolded himself ten thousand times for opening "The Grudge" a few hours ago.

Who would have thought that the leak in the house happened to rain all night, and in the middle of the night, thunder started outside, and lightning flashed across the night sky, adding a tinge of terror to the originally peaceful summer night.

Cheng Cheng was about to cry. He turned on the lights in the room, closed the curtains tightly, and even turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, but even so, he still couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, it was full of horror in the movie. screen.

It had already started to rain outside the window, and big raindrops fell on the glass, making a crackling sound. He rolled the quilt into a ball and held it in his arms, turned on the computer again and found a comedy movie to play, trying to wash away his anxiety. fear.

At three or four in the morning, after watching two comedies, he heard a slight movement outside the door. He was so frightened that he curled up on the bed, and it took him a while to realize that there was another person in the villa besides him. And the sound he heard just now was especially like the sound of a wheelchair sliding across the ground.

In order to prove his conjecture, he scrambled out of bed, moved to the door, and stood for a long time before mustering up the courage to open the door a crack.

The light was on in the living room, he breathed a sigh of relief and poked his head out.

Yin Mo at the kitchen door turned around when he heard the door opening: "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Cheng Cheng waved his hand, "It's because I haven't fallen asleep."

I don't know if it was his illusion, Yin Mo's face was a little pale, he stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Yin, is there anything I can do to help?"

Yin Mo seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, and the wheelchair moved back slightly to make way for him: "Pour me a cup of hot water."

There is a small refrigerator in Yin Mo's bedroom, which contains water and sports drinks. He doesn't usually drink hot water, let alone this time.

When Cheng Cheng went into the kitchen to pour water, the more he thought about it, the more strange he became. When he brought out the water and handed it to him, he couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yin, are you feeling unwell?"

Yin Mo didn't answer this question, but said lightly, "Go to bed early."

After he finished speaking, he planned to leave, but Cheng Cheng didn't know where he had the guts to run up to him, and raised his hand to touch his forehead regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

The temperature of the skin under his palm was not high, but it was damp, as if he had just broken out in a cold sweat, so Cheng Cheng became even more anxious, squatting down and asking, "Mr. Yin, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Yin Mo wanted to go back to the room, but Cheng Cheng blocked him in front of the wheelchair, and he didn't have the slightest intention to give way. Not only that, the eyes that were smiling from both sides turned red a little bit when they looked at him.

People are always more vulnerable when they are unwell. Yin Mo once thought that after going through that accident, his heart was already strong enough not to be affected by any human affairs, but at this moment, he clearly felt the throbbing.

"It's an old injury." After an unknown period of time, he opened his mouth to explain, "It will happen on rainy days."

When Cheng Cheng first heard Zhao Wenbin talk about Yin Mo's car accident, although he felt distressed, he didn't think too much about it. Only then did he suddenly realize that for Yin Mo, that car accident was not just a disaster that existed in the past. The disability of the leg has also caused many impacts on Yin Mo, and these impacts will accompany him throughout his life.

"Go back to the house." Yin Mo lowered his eyes, trying to harden himself not to look at the mist in the young man's eyes.

Cheng Cheng obviously didn't intend to be obedient, he tried his best to suppress the soreness in his eyes, and asked in a low nasal voice: "Is there any way to make you feel better?"

"No, I'm used to it."

Cheng Cheng wanted to ask, how can I get used to this pain?If you get used to it, why is it so painful that you can’t sleep, and why are you still sweating?

But in the end he didn't ask anything, just gritted his teeth and stood up and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll check it out myself, and I'll go up to find you later."

When Yin Mo spoke again, his tone was a bit cold: "Cheng Cheng, my business has nothing to do with you."

"What if I want to take care of it?" Cheng Cheng had never been intimidated by Yin Mo's indifference, and it was the same this time. He looked directly into the man's eyes and asked, "Mr. Yin, is he going to drive me away?"

His eye sockets were still red, but the mist inside had long since disappeared, replaced by stubbornness.

Yin Mo rolled the word "yes" on the tip of his tongue a few times, but couldn't get it out, and finally just said: "I don't need to open the door."

"This is your freedom." After Cheng Cheng finished speaking, he pushed the elevator for Yin Mo and turned back to the room by himself.

Now that the Internet is developed, it is not difficult to find out how to relieve the pain of old injuries, but for things like moxibustion and wound medicine, he doesn't know where to look for them for a while, so he can only look at the methods that he can do now.

In the end, he went to the kitchen and cut ginger slices, steamed them and wrapped them in gauze. Because it was too hot, he found a bowl to put them in, and then carried them upstairs.

The second floor was dark, strange to say, when he was in his room just now, Cheng Cheng was very scared, but now because he was thinking of Yin Mo in his heart, standing alone in such a corridor, he didn't feel scared at all, groping to open the door. After turning on the light, he went to the master bedroom and knocked on the door.

Yin Mo might have made up his mind to ignore him, and there was no sound from inside the door.

Cheng Cheng pursed his lips, leaning against the doorway: "Mr. Yin, I'm going in."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a few more seconds before pressing the doorknob, but the door in front of him didn't move at all, obviously it was locked from the inside.

Summer in the south is always humid and rainy, and the rain outside the window is still falling, with no intention of stopping at all. Cheng Cheng guessed that Yin Mo was probably still asleep, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that if the other party really fell asleep Yes, he woke people up when he shouted.

He thought about it, and now that he was going back to the room, he would still suffer from insomnia, so he simply sat down by the door.

The packet of sliced ​​ginger in the bowl exuded heat. He lifted a corner of his pajamas and covered the bowl, hoping that it would cool down more slowly.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the corridor, and with a hot bowl in his arms, Cheng Cheng's back began to sweat after a while, but he didn't want to give up, so he leaned against the door and said, "Mr. Yin, I like you. "

His voice was very soft, and he didn't know if he was talking to himself or to the man inside. After saying this, he stopped talking, just silently staring at the window at the end of the corridor in a daze.

The computer was still in the room, and he didn't have anything on his body that could show the time. At this moment, the time seemed to be extremely long.

He began to count silently in his heart, starting from 1, when he counted to 1578, the door behind him suddenly opened from inside.

The author has something to say: Guess whether Yin Mo heard the cute confession~

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