The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Shen Heqiu saw the message Jiang Zhengbo sent him.

Yi Sheng stood where he was and fell silent.

He could always feel that Shen and Qiu didn't want to tell others about their depression, or even rejected it.

Therefore, in communicating with Jiang Zhengbo, Shen and Qiu were carefully avoided.

But now it is still bumped into.

Yi Cheng slowly bent down and hugged the trembling Shen Heqiu: "...I'm sorry."

"Jiang Zhengbo is a psychiatrist." He explained softly, "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

He just wanted to help Shen Heqiu as much as possible without hurting him.

Shen Heqiu squeezed the phone in his hand hard, his fingertips were all blue and white.

He raised his head in a daze, and when he saw Yi Cheng, he was frightened all of a sudden.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, he couldn't hear what Yi Sheng said clearly, and his lips began to turn pale.

Yi Sheng could feel that his breathing rate was constantly rising, which was obviously not a good sign.

He tightened his arms, and used light kisses and hugs to wake up Shen Heqiu's consciousness, give each other a sense of security, and coaxed them in a low voice uninterrupted.

Shen and Qiu were held in Yi Cheng's arms too quietly, and after a kiss fell on his lips, they finally struggled out of the quagmire of negative emotions.

His vision was bright for a moment at first, and then gradually covered with mist and tears.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a full sound from crying: "I..."

Yi Cheng gently stroked his back with clear spine: "Don't worry, don't worry."

Shen Heqiu coughed twice, with a sob in his mouth, and finally said intermittently: "...will you leave me?"

He asked in a reserved manner, not even willing to say the word "hate".

I was afraid that Yi Sheng would use these two words to answer him, which would make him drenched with blood.

Shen Heqiu's past made him form and consolidate a too stubborn idea: no one is willing to accept the depression that he has been unable to cure completely, and everyone will hate and alienate him after knowing it.

So even if Yi Sheng told him time and time again to help him rebuild his sense of security, if he didn't bring this matter to the fore, it would have little effect.

But now, this problem has finally been exposed, and it cannot be avoided.

He didn't mind repeating his answer to his little nightingale again.

Yi Sheng sighed and said with utmost gentleness, "No."

"I won't hate you, and I won't leave you."

I will always be with you, and accompany you to heal your illness.

No, that may not be accurate enough.

Yi Sheng held Shen Heqiu's fingers and kissed his fingertips:

"I love you."

His eyes were dark, darker than the night, but Shen Heqiu thought it was like light.

It was his only wish when he walked alone in the long dark night.

He ran desperately towards the light, only to find that it was also running towards him.

"Ah."

Shen Heqiu's nasal voice was soft, and he held Yi Sheng's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

Seeing that his mood was stable, Yi Sheng brought up the matter of Jiang Zhengbo again.

"I know Jiujiu doesn't like doctors, so I don't want to force you to go for treatment."

"But if I can, I'd still like to—"

"Okay." Shen Heqiu said softly.

It was impossible for him not to agree.

He also wants to get better, and if he wants to get better, seeing a doctor is essential.

He is mentally prepared.

Yi Cheng didn't expect Shen and Qiu to agree so quickly, he was a little surprised, but soon put away his surprised look, and the corners of his eyes and brows softened.

"When you start to treat the disease, you may feel uncomfortable, especially if you change the medicine."

"Your emotions may be repeated, and the side effects of the medicine may also make people feel uncomfortable..."

"Is that possible?"

Shen Heqiu held Yi Sheng's hand and leaned into his arms: "Yes."

Yi Cheng touched the back of his head, and kissed his tearful eyelashes.

They hugged each other and stood silently for a long time.

Until a burnt smell wafted through the nose.

Shen Heqiu looked up hesitantly:

"Mr. Yi... the kitchen seems to be burnt?"

It was only then that Yi Sheng remembered that he had just come out in a hurry, and he forgot to turn off the fire in the kitchen, and most of the things cooked in the pot were overcooked.

He let go of his arms helplessly, turned around, and hurried to the kitchen to turn off the fire.

Looking at the burnt lump in the pot, Yi Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

...It's so mushy that it can't be eaten.

Yi Sheng turned his head and saw the child leaning on the door frame, poking his head out.

He laughed and said: "I forgot to turn off the fire, the porridge I cooked for you has become mushy."

Shen Heqiu walked into the kitchen from the door, and quietly held Yi Sheng's clothes, "No, it's okay..."

"However, the other dishes have already been fried, and the porridge is boiled again, so we have to wait a while before we can eat."

"Uh-huh."

Yi Sheng washed the pot and started cooking porridge again.

After finishing it, I realized that the children were still following him step by step.

When he turned around, he almost ran into someone.

The porridge in the pot was simmering slowly over low heat.

The aroma gradually overwhelmed the burning smell just now.

The morning sun came in from the kitchen window, with a little warmth from the warm winter sun, falling on the ends of their eyebrows, eyes and hair, sweeping away the cold and gloom of the previous days.

The sun is just right, and the sky is like washing.

It's just that at night, the temperature dropped sharply in the winter night, Shen and Qiu didn't notice it for a while, and coupled with the rain a few days ago, their emotions fluctuated violently.

That night, Shen Heqiu started coughing because of the cold.

After Yi Sheng noticed it, he was afraid that the child would catch a cold because of cooling down, so he went to make cold granules for him to drink.

But the next morning, Shen and Qiu still caught a cold.

His physique has always been weak. Although he has been raised by Yi Sheng for the past six months, his foundation is fragile but difficult to repair. A cold is followed by a fever.

Yi Sheng sat by the bed, looking at the thermometer that had just been measured.

38 degrees, fortunately not a particularly high temperature.

If you have a high fever like last time, you have to go to the hospital.

Shen and Qiutuan were under the quilt, only showing a small face that was flushed red, looking at people in a daze.

The amber eyes are moist, making one's heart soft as hell.

Yi Sheng stretched out his hand to help him brush the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead: "Is it hard?"

Shen Heqiu shook his head.

He was just dizzy. He had just taken antipyretics, which contained sleeping ingredients, and now they were slowly taking effect, and he felt a little sleepy.

Yi Cheng saw his sleepiness, first reached out to help the child tuck the quilt, then changed his mind, lay down together under the quilt, and slept with him in his arms.

"Sleep, it's so warm."

Shen Heqiu was pulled into the man's arms, and his waist was embraced by strong arms.

Even with a fever, he still felt that Yi Sheng's embrace was very warm.

He was reluctant to part with Mr. Yi's embrace, but still reminded him in a low voice: "A cold... is contagious."

Yi Sheng held the warm child tightly in his arms: "Then catch a cold."

"Sleeping with Jiujiu is more important."

That being said, we slept together until the afternoon.

Yi Sheng still had to get up and deal with work.

The temperature dropped even more today, and Shen and Qiu had a fever again. Without Yi Sheng as a heating source, they felt cold when they were hiding in bed alone.

But if I add another quilt, I feel that it is too thick and too stuffy.

In the end, Yi Sheng simply took a long coat of his own and put it on the quilt.

After Yi Sheng went to the study to finish the afternoon teleconference, he got up again and went to the bedroom to see if the child's fever had subsided.

His footsteps eased the moment he stepped into the bedroom.

Shen and Qiu didn't like darkness, so the curtains were only half drawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun came in from the other half of the windows, illuminating the bedroom.

Shen Heqiu on the bed was still sleeping deeply, his whole body was buried in the quilt, only a little bit of soft black hair was exposed, tucked into a small ball under the quilt.

Yi Sheng approached and stood beside the bed.

Afraid that people would get bored in the quilt, he bent down and quietly lifted a corner of the quilt, trying to fish out the little nightingale hidden inside.

Shen Heqiu's face was flushed from sleep, his body was curled up like a small shrimp, and he was still holding something tightly in his arms.

Before Yi Cheng could see what it was, he found Shen and Qiu opened their eyes in a daze.

He lowered his voice: "Jiujiu woke up?"

Shen and Qiu looked at Yi Sheng sleepily, not fully awake yet.

He slept almost all day, only being woken up when he was taking the medicine, and now his head is groggy, only instinct.

So he let go of the thing he had been holding in his arms, and limply grasped Yi Sheng's cuff, unreasonably occupying the arm that the man stretched out to test the temperature.

Yi Cheng was hugged by a child coquettishly, and was in a dilemma for a while, a little bit dumbfounded and itchy.

He was just about to speak, but his eyes couldn't help falling on the things that fell out of Shen Heqiu's arms.

It was the coat he put on the bedding before he left in the afternoon.

Just now, the kid hugged it tightly in his arms, curled up into a ball, as if it was driftwood for a drowning person.

It's... so painful.

"Chirp."

Yi Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse.

Shen Heqiu raised his head following the familiar and dependent voice, and a soft and hot kiss touched his lips.

Hotter than the steaming heat on his body.

He tilted his neck overwhelmed, and responded jerky and clumsy for the first time in this overly strong but gentle kiss.

As a result, what was provoked was further loss of control and burning.

"If it wasn't for the fever..."

"I'll forgive you this time."

Shen and Qiu vaguely heard the man talking, groped, and kissed Yi Sheng's face flatteringly.

It's just a little nightingale pecking at people.

I still don't know how my actions will have a profound and uncontrollable impact on Mr. Wang.

As a result, he was pressed down and kissed carefully again. Although the fever had subsided a lot, it became even hotter.

Fortunately, considering that the children had to recuperate from their illnesses, they didn't go too far in the end.

It's just a fresh tooth mark on the side of the neck.

Shen Heqiu's fever was not serious, and after taking the medicine a few times, it didn't come back again.

But other symptoms of colds, such as cough and stuffy nose, have to be taken care of slowly.

Because of the fire, they stayed in the old house for two more days before heading home.

At the same time, the interview and treatment with Jiang Zhengbo was also on the agenda.

A few days after Shen Heqiu's cold improved, he, accompanied by Yi Sheng, went to see Jiang Zhengbo as scheduled.

The author has something to say: The best thing ever:

While you are chasing, you find that he is also running towards you.

two-way love

感谢在2021-02-0523:35:25~2021-02-0623:42:45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 threw the mine: 1 old skin;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Semperis; 3 bottles of Laopi; 892 bottles of Sunny; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!