After Lao Gong was kidnapped by Aquaman, I drove him crazy

Yun Xiaotian glanced at the water room, and asked the system: 【What are they talking about? 】

System: [Talking about Lu Kaizhi and Rushan Pavilion. 】

Yun Xiaotian paused and continued to grow vegetables.

After a while, I thought of something and asked, "By the way, what's your name?" 】

System: [Huh?me?I don't have a name, only a number, and my number is 1314. 】

[Let me give you a name.How is Xiao An? 】

System: [Xiao An?Okay, okay, I'm so happy, I have a name too! 】

The sound of the water in the water room stopped, Yun Xiaotian glanced at it, then continued to look down at the phone, stealing a lot of vegetables while the old man was chatting with the two of them.

The angry old man jumped up from the bed and chased him to beat him.

As the sun was setting, the old man said that he was not used to the sick meals in the hospital and insisted on eating the meals made by Yan Lingjun.

Yun Xiaotian put down the phone: "I still have things to do, can't I do it for you?"

I saw the old man blowing his beard and staring at him, "Can what you cook be called rice? That's called pig food!"

Yun Xiaotian: "Don't talk about yourself like that, it's not like you haven't eaten before."

Seeing that the old man was about to get out of bed and beat him up again in anger, he was ready to run away, so Yan Lingjun said, "I'm fine today, Dad, what do you want to eat? I'll go back and make it for you."

The old man immediately ignored him, started ordering food with a smile, and then urged Yan Lingjun to go back to cook.

Yun Xiaotian rolled his eyes.

The mother said: "Xiaotian, you and Lingjun should stay together, go back and rest for a while, and come back to bed with you at night."

"Oh." He replied, but didn't move.

My mother came over to push him, pushed him to Yan Lingjun's side, and bumped into him, "Hurry up, go catch up on sleep, you can't sleep well at night in the hospital bed."

"Okay, okay, can't I go?" Yun Xiaotian was helpless, and then he was pushed out of the ward by his mother with someone.

The man stood behind him, surrounded by that all-too-familiar aura.

"You go first, I'll go to the bathroom." After Yun Xiaotian finished speaking, he turned and went to the bathroom without looking at Yan Lingjun.

Ten minutes later, Yun Xiaocai came to the parking lot and stopped suddenly.

The guy was smoking by the car, saw him, put out the cigarette, and said, "Get in the car."

Yun Xiaotian glanced at him, stepped forward, brushed past him, got into his car, and drove away.

Unexpectedly, that guy arrived home before him.

When you open the door, you will be greeted with a tangy aroma of rice, which makes your index finger move.

He sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched TV while hugging the pillow, but his eyes drifted towards that guy as if he had a will of his own.

He is 1.9 meters tall, with a clothes-hanging figure, and his temperament is not easy to describe. He is cold, but there is a hint of sharpness hidden in it. However, he has probably been immersed in art for a long time, and the extravagance is real. Although he is wearing The sweater and trousers are not big names, but he wears them with the feeling of custom-made private clothes. Such a person is really out of place in the kitchen. At this moment, he is skillfully chopping vegetables and turning the pot in the lingering smoke...

Just when he was in a daze, the man turned around to take the white sugar, and a pair of red phoenix eyes happened to look over and met his eyes.

That guy raised his eyebrows slightly, and his black eyes were like sea water at night, bottomless.

He didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught, his eyes turned back to the TV naturally, and he caught a glimpse of the guy taking the sugar bowl and turning to cook.

He hugged the pillow in boredom, and the news on TV was broadcast back and forth. He watched it one after another, and his eyes always glanced at that guy in a self-assessed and useless way.

After being caught twice more, he simply closed his eyes and leaned against the armrest of the sofa.

I have been in a high-intensity and tense working atmosphere, and I have worked overtime for ten days in a row. Once I relax, I feel tired and overwhelmed. In the strong smell of food, in the familiar atmosphere and safe environment, He fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the armrest.

"Sleep after eating." The bitter and cold fragrance of cedar lingered around him, and someone gently pushed his arm.

He hummed twice, buried his head in the arm of the sofa, and went back to sleep.

The man shook him again, and he waved his hand away impatiently, "Don't eat, sleep."

After a while, in a daze, I only heard a deep chuckle, "Alright."

Immediately afterwards, he was wrapped in a warm blanket, picked up by someone, carried to the bedroom in a daze, and thrown on the big soft bed.

He sank and was hugged.

He barely opened his eyes, and what he saw was the tall nose bridge and the beautifully shaped lips. He looked at him with dark eyes, as if a flame was burning inside, and kissed him gently.

He struggled for a long time before he stretched out one hand from the blanket wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis, pressed on the opponent's chest, and pushed it away forcefully, "I'm dead, go away, I'm almost out of breath!"

The man chuckled, unmoved, and kissed his hair lightly.

He looked up, only to see the other party's Adam's apple rolling, and his big hand stroking his back.

"Didn't you see that I am angry? Didn't you say that I am unreasonable? Stay away from me! Go find someone named Bai!"

Hot breath sprayed on his face, "He's just my student."

He pushed, "Have you ever seen anyone living out with students?"

But Xiao An's timid voice sounded in his mind: [I can testify that there is no relationship between the two of them. 】

Yun Xiaotian: [... Shut down. 】

Xiaoan: [Okay, okay, don't worry, we have a privacy protection policy for the host, so just shut down.Have a nice night~]

There was a cool touch on the forehead, which was a little comfortable, but Yun Xiaotian still pushed the other person's chest hard, ignoring the pounding heartbeat inside, "Get out!"

The cool touch touched his forehead again, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Have a fever?"

Slender fingers touched his cheek, "Do you have a headache?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but when he does, it seems that he really has a headache.

The eyelids gradually stick together, a little hot, but the mouth said: "I want you to take care of it!"

There was a light on the body, followed by the sound of footsteps going away.

Hiss, his head hurt more and more, he turned sideways and curled up, it was so cold.

In a daze, he was helped up and half held in his arms, a familiar voice sounded above his head, "Take medicine."

A pill touched his mouth, and he closed his lips tightly, refusing.

The voice came close to my ear, "Do you want me to feed you? Huh?"

His face became even redder, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stared up at Yan Lingjun.

The guy glanced at him, rolled his Adam's apple, but solemnly passed the pill to his lips.

He turned his head and wanted to eat by himself, but he didn't know when he was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis again, unable to move.

Angrily, he took the pill in one gulp, then glared at Yan Lingjun: "Where's the water?"

The slender fingers lightly touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth before taking the water.

I drank water, swallowed the pills, rolled to the side with all my strength, and fell asleep on the bed.

The soft and warm quilt quickly covered the body.

Drowsy, feeling being hugged into a familiar embrace.

"Eat something before going to bed."

The dissatisfied chrysalis clicked, rubbed its cheeks, and listened to the familiar heartbeat, and groaned twice in dissatisfaction.

Warm hands pulled the quilt up to cover the ears, and finally it wasn't so cold.

In his sleep, there was chaos, he was chasing someone hard, but that figure was getting further and further away, and he couldn't catch up no matter what.

A burst of grievance welled up in my heart, and then welled up in my eyes, which turned into hot tears and gushed out, wetting someone's clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang, stopped, and then rang again, which was very noisy.

Brows furrowed.

The warmth and comfort left him, and he picked up the phone.

In a daze, I vaguely heard a clear and cheerful voice ringing from the phone:

"Teacher, dinner is ready. There is your favorite braised pork. I followed the recipe to learn today. When will you be back?"

After that, I couldn't hear clearly.

After the soft closing of the door, he was the only one left in the house.

Under the effect of tiredness and cold medicine, I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the sun was shining.

The fever subsided, and he basked in the warm sunlight and fell asleep soundly.

A man with a cool air in late autumn got into bed and hugged him into his arms.

Shocked by the cold air, he opened his eyes.

I saw that Yan Lingjun had inconspicuous dark circles under his eyes, and his handsome face looked a little tired. At this moment, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly, as if he was extremely tired. He fell asleep after only a moment.

The long eyelashes are not as curly as his, but with a little curvature, which seems to add some just-right rigid elements to the handsome face, and the frost hanging on them melts into tiny drops of water, shining in the sunlight Glittering down.

One cold hand was around his waist, the other was around his shoulders, and his strong long legs were habitually pressed against his legs, holding him tightly in his arms very domineeringly.

With a sneer, he kicked out, directly kicking the sleeping man out of the bed.

The guy who was kicked off the bed fell on the carpet. He was stunned for a moment, but he sat up quickly, and looked over with a pair of sharp Danfeng eyes that interpreted classical beauty, "What are you doing?"

He wrapped the quilt tightly, yawned, and looked back at the guy, "I want to ask you this question? What are you doing?"

The other party looked at him and smiled.

For so many years, this kind of smile only appeared occasionally when facing him at home and thinking about that kind of thing. It melted like a frozen stream, making that slightly stern face more vivid, like a living people.

The lewd ruffian stared at him, thought for a while, and his eyes became somewhat ambiguous: "Warm bed?"