After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

Xu Chengyan stood outside the ward, thinking a lot, but in the end he didn't go in to disturb him, but just sat on the rest chair beside him and waited slowly.

On the other hand, Jiang Lin hesitated for a while, but didn't go in, and stayed outside with Xu Chengyan.

Xu Chengyan sat quietly, staring at the opposite white wall in a daze.

Jiang Lin looked at the people beside him, but secretly took out his mobile phone and sent He Yang a message to remind him.

Not long after, the door of the ward opened from the inside.

He Yang came out, closed the door, and looked at the two people on the rest chair next to him.

"Sir." Xu Chengyan got up and asked softly, "Shen Xiuzhu...is he better?"

"En." He Yang replied a little coldly.

Xu Chengyan looked towards the ward, and explained: "Auntie changed the menu temporarily, I didn't notice that there was seafood, I didn't know he would be allergic..."

"Can I go in and see him?" Xu Chengyan asked.

He Yang didn't speak, just opened the door and let Xu Chengyan in.

The young master was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a thermos cup and slowly drinking hot water.

Seeing someone coming in, the young master looked up with a gentle smile on his face.

The young master's face was still a little pale and weak, his thin-rimmed glasses had been taken off, and the facial features on his face looked softer.

Xu Chengyan walked over step by step, came to the bedside, and whispered: "Sorry..."

"There was a problem in the kitchen this time, it was my mistake, I didn't know there would be seafood..." Xu Chengyan offered to apologize.

"It's okay." The young master smiled, and didn't seem to care much, "It's okay anyway."

He Yang next to him heard this, and frowned disapprovingly, and said to Xu Chengyan: "Next time we have a dinner together, ask Auntie to send me a portion of the ingredients."

Xu Chengyan's body froze, and he uttered a syllable with some difficulty in his throat: "Okay."

He Yang came to the hospital bed again, covered the quilt on the young master a little bit, then turned his gaze back to Xu Chengyan, ready to say something.

It was also at this time that He Yang noticed that Xu Chengyan's left hand was still wrapped with a bandage.

He Yang asked: "What happened to your hand?"

Xu Chengyan subconsciously lowered his head to look at his left hand, and said flatly, "It was accidentally cut before."

He Yang glanced at it, then retracted his gaze and said nothing.

But Xu Chengyan and Jiang Lin stayed in the ward for a while, then left.

The young master needed to rest, He Yang stayed in the ward to accompany him, and did not go back with Xu Chengyan.

Jiang Lin sent Xu Chengyan back to the apartment, and was still a little worried about Xu Chengyan's condition, so he said, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Xu Chengyan pulled himself together and stopped thinking about it.

It was already late at night, Xu Chengyan went to bed after taking a shower, and lay down alone.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

But Xu Chengyan just kept his eyes open, looking at the dark picture.

Unknowingly, Xu Chengyan fell asleep until noon the next day when he was awakened by the sound of rain outside.

The house was still deserted, and the husband didn't come back all night.

Xu Chengyan sat up from the bed in a daze, and found that his head was a little dizzy, and his body had no strength, as if he had caught a cold again.

Xu Chengyan touched his forehead, took out the cold medicine from the drawer and took it, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.

And when Xu Chengyan was half asleep and half awake, he felt someone approaching beside him, and a big warm hand landed on his face and rubbed it lightly.

This feeling was very reassuring, Xu Chengyan woke up when he opened his eyes, and saw a familiar figure sitting beside the bed.

The small desk lamp on the bedside table was on, and the warm yellow light fell on the man, and even the expression on the man's face seemed to become softer, not as cold as usual.

"Sir..." Xu Chengyan couldn't help but hold the hand next to his face, put his face in the man's palm, and rubbed his face a little dependently.

"Cold?" the man asked softly.

"Yeah." Xu Chengyan's voice was still a little hoarse, "I've already taken the medicine."

He Yang looked at the young man in front of him, rubbed his fingertips against the young man's face, and touched the little mole under the young man's right eye.

"I was in the hospital yesterday, so I didn't come back." He Yang said, "I bought a cake."

He Yang withdrew his hand, and took the dessert bag from the bedside table.

Xu Chengyan propped himself up, sat by the bed, took the dessert shop and opened it, and there was a cream cake inside.

When the husband is nice to him, he is really nice.

The husband will buy small gifts to coax him, and he will talk to him in a very gentle tone.

It's really easy for him to fall into such tenderness, thinking that he is the unique existence.

But in the end, I realized that I was just a cheap copycat substitute.

Xu Chengyan lowered his head, looking at the cream cake in his arms, unknowingly his heart felt sore, and his eyes were slightly red.

He never liked sweets or anything, it was the young master who did.

Xu Chengyan remained silent, and his eyes became more and more red.

The man also noticed something was wrong, so he asked, "Is it hard?"

He Yang stretched out his hand, held the young man's face in one hand and lifted it up slightly, and saw that the peach blossom eyes were a little moist, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

"The eyes are all red." He Yang touched the corner of the young man's eyes and stroked them lightly.

Xu Chengyan closed his eyes and called out, "Sir."

"I'm not Shen Xiuzhu." Xu Chengyan's voice was still choked with sobs, "I've never, never liked to eat cakes."

"I don't wear perfume either, and I don't wear glasses..."

"But the things my husband gave me are all exactly the same as those of Shen Xiuzhu..."

"Why?" Xu Chengyan's eyes were red.

"Banquet." The man slowed down his tone and rubbed the young man's head, "Be good, don't make trouble."

"I didn't make trouble..." Xu Chengyan looked at the cake in his arms, suppressing his emotions, "I'm already, very good..."

He is already very obedient and well-behaved.

But why can't the husband just look at him more?

Xu Chengyan couldn't help asking: "Sir, what are we doing like this?"

"Yanyan." He Yang sighed softly, "I told you before, he is my friend."

"It's my very important friend." He Yang's tone was still very gentle, and he patted the young man's back comfortingly, "Don't think too much."

"What about me?" Xu Chengyan was about to lose control, "Sir, I will be sad too."

"Mr. is so kind to another person, I will be jealous, and I will be jealous."

"Aren't we already together? But why does Mr. Mister treat me like a...substitute?"

"Yanyan." He Yang's voice became a little colder, and he said slowly, "I don't seem to have ever said that we are together."