The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

It's his fault.

He failed to protect people.

Yi Sheng stood in front of the French window of the study, the cigarette in his hand slowly burned out, and then went out.

He didn't turn on the light, and stood silently in the dark.

Jiang Zhengbo followed the phone for a while and then sighed: "Old Yi, I can't blame you for this."

"I also said to try my best. Just do your best. There will always be unexpected situations that you can't expect."

"Your own problems should also be solved properly, and the bad habit of taking everything on yourself should be corrected."

Yi Cheng put the burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray, without speaking.

Jiang Zhengbo was a little helpless, but Yi Sheng had always had this temperament. It had been like this since the day the other party came to him and said that he was going to receive treatment. His thoughts were too paranoid, and once he decided he would not change easily.

He had no choice but to say first: "If Heqiu gets sick again, you'd better watch over him to prevent him from harming himself."

"However, he should still be taking medicine on a regular basis. Even if it happens, the problem should not be too big. Don't worry too much."

Yi Sheng listened in silence before opening his mouth, his voice was still grainy and hoarse: "...Okay."

He stood still and lit one cigarette after another.

His figure was reflected in the window pane, flickering with sparks.

The ashes piled up in the ashtray.

Yi Sheng finished his last cigarette, turned around and went back to the bedroom with a chill in his body.

Shen and Qiu had a very long dream.

But it wasn't a too sad dream.

The melody of the little star accompanied his entire dream.

He slept for a long time before waking up from a deep sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Yi Sheng's eyes.

There were tiny bloodshot eyes in those deep eyes, looking very tired.

Shen Heqiu opened their mouths to speak: "Yi..."

But Yi Sheng immediately stopped him: "Stop talking, your throat is hoarse."

And it probably has a slight inflammation, and I still had a low-grade fever when I slept until midnight last night.

Shen Heqiu uttered a sound just now, but was frightened by his own too hoarse voice. Now Yi Sheng stopped him, and even obediently closed his mouth and stopped talking.

He seemed to sing for too long yesterday...

No wonder the voice is hoarse.

Seeing that Shen Heqiu woke up, Yi Cheng wrapped his hands around the back of Shen Heqiu's head, and stroked gently comfortingly: "Are you hungry?"

Shen Heqiu blinked, remembering that he couldn't speak, he nodded.

The soft hair slowly slipped through Yi Sheng's palm and fingers following his movements.

"Aunt Liu just made dinner with your favorite sweet and sour pork..."

Halfway through Yi Sheng's words, his voice suddenly stopped.

His vision suddenly dimmed, and a slender and beautiful hand covered his eyes.

It also smelled of the freshly applied ointment that he secretly applied while the child was asleep.

Faint, slightly bitter taste.

Yi Sheng asked softly, "Jiujiu?"

He pulled Shen Heqiu's hands from their eyes and held them in his palms: "What's wrong?"

Shen and Qiu were forbidden to speak, so they had to write with their fingers stroke by stroke in Yi Sheng's palm.

"You look tired."

"want to sleep."

"I'll sing for you."

A slight itch crossed his palms, and Yi Sheng waited patiently for Shen and Qiu to finish writing what they wanted to say before replying, "It's okay."

"I haven't eaten yet, so I'll finish my meal with Jiujiu before going to bed."

"Also," Yi Sheng poked Shen Heqiu on the forehead, "Forgot that I can't sing because my voice is hoarse?"

Shen Heqiu was reminded, opened his mouth for a silent "ah", covered his brow that was poked, and opened his eyes slightly.

But how will Mr. Yi sleep if he can't sing.

He wrote his worries in Yi Sheng's palm.

Yi Cheng smiled: "We can only wait for Jiujiu to get better soon."

"However, it seems that you can sleep with Jiujiu in your arms."

"Want to try it?"

The result of the conversation was obvious, Little Nightingale was coaxed away by Mr. King again.

He was obediently led downstairs.

After knowing that Shen Heqiu's voice was hoarse, Aunt Liu went to the kitchen to make a bowl of stewed pears with rock sugar.

The sweet pear water is delicious, and the pear meat is also delicious, which suits the taste of sweet lovers like Shen Heqiu.

So even though he didn't have a big appetite, he finished the whole bowl of stewed pears with rock sugar after the meal.

There was not even a drop of candied pear juice left.

Naturally, he supported himself.

Shen Heqiu frowned, rubbing his stuffed stomach.

He eats too much...

So full.

Seeing that he was distressed, Yi Cheng couldn't help laughing, and reached out to help him rub his stomach.

His technique was very comfortable, Shen Heqiu soon became unwilling to rub it by himself, slumped on the sofa, and let Yi Cheng rub his stomach peacefully.

The relaxed appearance is like a cat whose stomach has been rubbed comfortably.

He was rubbed comfortably by Yi Cheng, and he half-closed his eyes drowsily, the amber pupils shining brightly.

The silver bracelet shone slightly under the light, dazzled the next person's eyes.

"Chirp."

Shen Heqiu snorted in a daze: "Huh?"

After helping Shen Heqiu rub their stomachs, Yi Sheng put his hand on the silver bracelet on his left wrist.

"Do you still like the bracelet?"

The sporadic drowsiness was frightened away, Shen and Qiu opened their eyes, forgetting that they couldn't speak, and stammered hoarsely: "Hi, I like it!"

Yi Sheng fiddled with the silver leaf hanging on the silver bracelet, with the word "Autumn" engraved on it.

"I, I hung it myself... If it doesn't work, I'll take it off..." Seeing Yi Sheng's gaze fell on the silver leaf, Shen and Qiu whispered.

Yi Sheng shook his head: "No need to pick it."

"When did Jiujiu recognize me?"

Shen Heqiu muttered: "...Little Xingxing..."

"Ok?"

"When Mr. Yi sang, Little Star."

Shen Heqiu said with a blushing face.

Although he was in a daze at the time, he always remembered the familiar pronunciation of words and never forgot them.

From the day he heard it, he never forgot it.

"Mr. Yi...has changed a lot, I didn't realize it before." Shen Heqiu said intermittently.

"Jiujiu has also changed a lot." Yi Sheng sighed slightly, "It has become better looking."

Although the small dumplings back then were similar to the soft glutinous rice dumplings, they looked like children after all.

Now that it has grown, it is so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off it.

Shen Heqiu didn't know what Mr. Yi was thinking, and when he heard Yi Cheng praised him, he hurriedly said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Yi also..."

"No." Yi Cheng said, he pinched the tip of Shen Heqiu's nose, "Since you recognize me, why don't you call me the same as before?"

Shen Heqiu's noses were pinched, they looked at Yi Sheng ignorantly, and gradually understood what he meant.

Then, the delicate and white ears became pink.

Being stared at by Yi Cheng, Shen Heqiu blushed and muttered: "...Brother."

The bowl of rock sugar stewed pears that I drank had some effect.

Although his voice was still hoarse, it was not too hoarse, like the hoarseness when he just woke up, with a soft nasal voice.

Hearing these two words, Yi Sheng felt a wave of heat in his heart, but in the end he only laughed in a low voice, and replied, "Yes."

"So nice."

The scratches on Shen Heqiu's hands had scabbed over, but the bruises on their legs hadn't healed yet.

When Yi Cheng led her downstairs just now, the pain was not too obvious because he didn't use too much force on his feet.

When I was about to go upstairs, I stepped on a flight of stairs. The bruise on my left leg hurt a little bit.

The teacup that Fan Rongyan threw at that time happened to hit Shen Heqiu's hamstring, and now the bruise was piled there, numb and painful due to the pressure.

Shen and Qiu were so uncomfortable that they didn't dare to step up.

"Does your leg hurt?" Yi Cheng walked behind Shen Heqiu, noticed his pause, and asked.

Shen Heqiu moved his left leg lightly, and a numbness immediately made him dare not move any more. He only looked at Yi Sheng with moist eyes: "It hurts..."

Hearing this, Yi Sheng came forward to hug him, but the kid pointed his toes and whispered, "Yes, can you carry me up..."

He changed his mind, squatted down, and picked up the child who was still light when he was full.

Just like back then.

Shen and Qiu lay on Yi Sheng's broad back, feeling the ups and downs and swaying when going up the stairs.

The lights in the villa are turned on very brightly tonight, everywhere is bright.

Shen Heqiu turned their faces sideways, and leaned against Yi Sheng's ear, pretending to have forgotten Mr. Yi's previous ban on him not speaking, and sang softly: "Twinkle, twinkle, littlar. How I wonder what you are..."

Yi Cheng listened to him singing softly by his ear, slightly curled the corner of his lower lip, and didn't stop Little Nightingale from singing.

However, although Mr. Wang listened to the song, he still slept with Little Nightingale in his arms.

A good night's dream.

After hoarseness, the result of willful singing was that although the stewed pears with rock sugar had a remarkable effect, it took two days for Shen Heqiu's voices to fully recover, returning to the clear and melodious before.

The wounds on the hands also scabbed and fell off, and only a small bruise remained on the legs.

So when Yi Sheng saw the children running to soak in the recording studio to write new songs, he didn't stop him.

It's just that during dinner time, I went to catch the children who forgot to go downstairs to eat on time.

But as soon as Yi Sheng knocked on the door of the recording studio, he found that the door was ajar, and he opened it as soon as he knocked.

"Chirp?"

Shen and Qiu were not in the recording studio, and they didn't know where they were. Yi Sheng stepped in and heard the phone ringing.

He glanced around and saw the mobile phone on the table. After searching around but couldn't find it, he planned to pick it up first and then pass on the message.

A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Hello, are you Mr. Shen Heqiu?"

"Your mother Lin Qiuxia's current medical expenses in this hospital need you to come and pay. Is it convenient for you?"

Yi Sheng frowned: "Medical expenses?"

"Yes, originally this month's medical expenses should be paid by Mr. Shen Shiqing, but Mr. Shen Shiqing is currently encountering some financial problems, so the hospital is here to contact you."

"Do you think you can take the time to come to this hospital?"

"Mr. Yi?" Shen Heqiu pushed open the door of the recording studio.

"Well, I see." Yi Sheng hung up the phone and waved to Shen and Qiu, "Jiu Jiu, come here."

"I had a call just now..." Yi Sheng told Shen and Qiu what happened on the phone.

"I can help pay the money, Jiujiu is going?"

Shen and Qiu were at a loss.

His mother has been hospitalized, and he is aware of this, but the hospitalization expenses are not paid by him, but by Shen Shiqing.

Mr. Keyi said that Shen Shiqing had encountered financial problems and was unable to pay now.

what is the problem?

Shen Shiqing, who encountered a problem, is lying on the bed now. He has injuries on his body and can only rest.

But Fan Rongyan was at his bedside, arguing with him.

She pointed at Shen Shiqing's nose sharply and scolded:

"The Shen family is out of money! What kind of woman are you still raising outside!"

The author has something to say: It is most appropriate to describe the encounter between Jiujiu and Mr. Yi in one sentence: You are my joy since I was young.

The next chapter is about the ending of the stepmother’s family~

I carried a lot of luggage home today, and I was exhausted.

感谢在2021-01-2418:57:45~2021-01-2520:38:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: the cold crisp is not going to disappear, 1 inside; thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 5 bottles in the old world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!