After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

Xu Chengyan could no longer remember how long he had been in that study, and it was not until dawn that he walked out of the study in a daze.

The eyes were slightly swollen, Xu Chengyan went to wash his face with cold water, and when he looked up in the mirror, he saw himself in the mirror very embarrassed, his eyes were swollen unbelievably, and he could see the traces of crying.

The body was already exhausted, Xu Chengyan went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

As long as I close my eyes, those photos of the husband and the young master will automatically appear in my mind.

When Xu Chengyan finally fell asleep, he would always wake up intermittently, and couldn't sleep well no matter what.

And the husband has not come back, he should be still in the hospital with the young master.

Xu Chengyan was on the bed, thinking for a long time by himself.

In the end, the one who took the mobile phone called the husband.

After the call was connected, Xu Chengyan called out: "Sir."

"Yeah." The voice on the other end of the phone was still a little cold.

Xu Chengyan controlled his emotions, and said slowly: "Sir, I have thought about it, we—"

After Xu Chengyan finished speaking, he heard a slight voice from the other end of the phone.

"He Yang, it's a little hot..."

"Put it on the table first, and drink later."

He Yang's voice was very soft, and he was talking to another person in a gentle tone.

Xu Chengyan was silent as he listened to the sound coming from the phone.

After a while, He Yang turned to the phone and said, "Is there anything else?"

Xu Chengyan lowered his head and pronounced a few syllables with some difficulty: "No more."

He Yang said again: "Uncle Zhou will go back next time, help me get something."

"Okay." Xu Chengyan responded.

And just before the phone was about to hang up, Xu Chengyan suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Sir, I will make wontons for the last time, let Uncle Zhou take them over."

He Yang on the other end of the phone didn't care, he just said casually: "Yeah."

After the call ended, Xu Chengyan got up slowly, went to the kitchen, and looked through the refrigerator.

There was just the last wonton left in the refrigerator. Xu Chengyan cooked the wonton and packed it in an insulated box.

Not long after, Uncle Zhou came back.

Uncle Zhou: "Young Master He asked me to bring my notebook over there."

Xu Chengyan went to the bedroom, packed his laptop into his computer bag, and when he handed the computer bag to Uncle Zhou, he asked casually, "Is Uncle Zhou going to the hospital?"

"Yeah." Uncle Zhou said, "Young Master He seems to be visiting a friend in the hospital... He couldn't leave, he said he was going to work in the hospital."

Xu Chengyan lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, and just gave the thermos box to Uncle Zhou.

This may be the last bowl of wontons he made for Mr.

When Uncle Zhou came to the hospital, He Yang was eating with Shen Xiuzhu by the hospital bed.

There was a small dining table next to the bed, and there were some light dishes on it, but Shen Xiuzhu only ate a little, put down his chopsticks, and didn't eat any more.

He Yang glanced at the dining table and found that most of the dishes hadn't been touched much, so he asked, "Don't you like it?"

"No." Shen Xiuzhu shook his head a little, and said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Maybe it's because I have a cold and I don't have much appetite..."

"Put on more clothes, don't catch a cold next time."

"I'll pay attention." Shen Xiuzhu laughed, revealing a small dimple on his face.

He Yang: "Sleep for a while?"

"En." Shen Xiuzhu obediently responded, lying on the bed and covering her with the quilt.

The nurse took away the plate on the table, and Uncle Zhou on the side also handed over the computer bag.

"Young Master He." Uncle Zhou put the thermos box on the table again, opened the lid, and said, "Mr. Xu asked me to bring the wontons."

He Yang glanced at it, and just as he took the spoon, he suddenly heard a violent cough coming from the hospital bed.

Shen Xiuzhu curled up on the bed in pain, looking a little uncomfortable, and because of coughing, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He Yang quickly leaned over, patted Shen Xiuzhu lightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Xiu Zhu red eyes, it took a while to calm down, he propped himself up a little, glanced at the wontons on the dining table, and said weakly: "Maybe the wontons taste a bit oily, and the smell is not very pleasant..."

He Yang glanced at the insulated box on the table, and said calmly, "Uncle Zhou, take the things away."

"Eh?" Uncle Zhou was taken aback for a moment, but he still responded, "Okay."

Uncle Zhou put away the insulation box and prepared to take it back.

Shen Xiuzhu grabbed He Yang's arm and said, "Actually, it's okay, just bear the taste, and you don't need to take it away."

He Yang looked over, helped Shen Xiuzhu cover the quilt, and said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it."

Anyway, it's just a bowl of wontons.

He Yang stayed in the hospital until the evening, and didn't leave until he confirmed that Shen Xiuzhu's condition was better.

When I got back to the apartment, it was pitch black.

Turning on the light, He Yang was just about to go back to the bedroom when he suddenly noticed a figure sleeping on the sofa.

The black-haired young man was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly. He only wore a nightgown loosely on his body, and the neckline was still open.

And on the table next to it, there was still the insulated box containing wontons.

He Yang walked over to the sofa, and softly called out: "Yanyan."

Xu Chengyan woke up in a daze, his consciousness was still a little unclear, "Sir?"

He Yang asked: "Why do you sleep on the sofa?"

"Wait for sir to come back." Xu Chengyan said, propped himself up, looked at the insulated box on the table again, and asked: "Do you want something to eat tonight, sir?"

He Yang: "I've eaten."

The tone of the conversation between the two was still the same as usual, as if nothing happened.

He Yang stretched out his hand, rubbed the young man's head, and noticed that the other's eyes seemed a little red and swollen, so he asked, "What's wrong with the eyes?"

Xu Chengyan held the hand next to his face, and said in a low voice, "I've slept for too long during the day, and I'm a little swollen."

He Yang looked at the docile young man in front of him, and because the nightgown on the young man was not properly put on, from his angle, he could fully see the scenery inside the nightgown.

He Yang didn't speak, just leaned over slightly, pressed on the young man, and stretched out a hand from under the nightgown.

Xu Chengyan also understood what the man wanted to do, and lay obediently on the sofa, cooperating with the man's movements.

The suit jacket was thrown on the floor, He Yang leaned on the young man, lowered his head and left a hickey on the young man's white collarbone.

Xu Chengyan raised his head, hummed softly, hugged the man's shoulder with one hand, and touched the man in front of him with the other hand.

"Sir." Xu Chengyan hooked his tie, looked up and asked, "Do you want a tie?"

"Yeah." He Yang took off his tie, covering the young man's eyes.

The body temperature was getting higher and higher, Xu Chengyan hugged the man's shoulders, and cooperated abnormally.

Indulge in pleasure.