Waste Beauty is spoiled [Transmigration Book]

Meeting Jiang Zhi left a great shadow on Ji Yu, until he returned to the villa, he didn't recover, he was top-heavy.

Gu Jun looked a little worried, and it happened that there was nothing urgent to deal with at night, so he asked the boy to rest early.

As for where---

Without the man asking, the boy in white pajamas knocked on the door of the master bedroom with his pillow in his arms after washing.

The child stood outside the door, looking up at him eagerly.

"Brother, can I still sleep with you?"

Gu Jun couldn't say anything about rejection at all, and he didn't have a reason for his rejection.

Open the door with acquiescence.

The dumpling who received the consent order quickly climbed onto the bed, shrunk himself into the quilt one after another, rolled into a ball, then yawned a little, and nestled inside without moving.

Gu Jun looked away from the ball of cloth buns and looked at the time, it was 09:30 in the evening.

The bed in the master bedroom is a king size bed.

Gu Jun is nearly 1.9 meters tall and has been exercising all the year round. Although his physique is not too strong, he still needs a lot of space, so even if there is already a small ball on the bed at this time, the space left is still enough for a man.

One day, he was nervous at first, and then he was surprised, happy and fearful. Ji Yu's lack of physical fitness had already reached its limit.

When he was lying down next to him alone, the young man barely opened his eyes and took a look. Seeing that it was a man, he dazedly huddled in it, bent his body like a shrimp that had just been caught, and slowly clung to the man. The edge of the comforter didn't move.

The young man was buried under the quilt, only half of his fair face was exposed, his eyelashes were curled, casting a shadow under the bedside lamp.

Both delicate and fragile.

Like a fragile vase placed in an exhibition hall.

Gu Jun suddenly felt that something was wrong, the man lay on his back, turned his head slightly, and looked at the boy in the group.

"An'an, are you still awake?"

The man called him by his nickname.

The young man heard the tone, and responded in a muffled voice.

"I'm here, I'm here, brother."

The voice is slightly hoarse.

The bedside lamp was turned on again.

The man propped up half of his body, his arms crossed the bedding and stuck to the boy's forehead.

One ice and one hot.

Ji Yu was shocked by the ice, then opened his eyes dully, and blinked.

Like a kitten, he pushed against the man's palm, revealing half of his face that was originally under the cushion.

There is still a little white and clean appearance, like a daytime with a burning cloud floating on it.

"Can you still hear me?"

Gu Jun sat up straight. From Ji Yu's point of view, the man was like a giant, and the voice that reached his ears was low and thunderous.

"Brother, I can't hear clearly, what did you say?"

The young man listened carefully with his ears sideways, his eyes were dazed and he was still struggling, which made people feel a little worried.

Gu Jun's face sank like water.

He loosened the struggling boy a little, and fished it out of the quilt.

As soon as Fu encountered the air that was not considered cold at all, the boy immediately shivered, and stretched his arms tremblingly to get into his quilt.

The man stopped his limp arm and coaxed in a low voice: "Wait for me here, don't move."

The detained boy couldn't break free at all, he was a little wronged, he was hot and cold, and the man behind him still grabbed him and prevented him from getting into the bed.

The good-tempered mushroom also blew up, and was about to crawl under the quilt when he was lazy.

The skin on the boy's body was soft and delicate, spread on Gu Jun's arm through a layer of clothes, the soft and warm touch made the man pause.

Then he grabbed the child who was crawling around, feeling helpless and dumbfounded.

No matter how well-behaved a child is, he will inevitably become a troublemaker when he is sick.

This one in particular.

The young man almost recognized himself as a nimble little turtle, he held his breath, pressed on the man's arm and scratched back and forth, trying to get under the quilt.

In desperation, Gu Jun had no choice but to hug him horizontally.

Although sweating is unscientific, in order to prevent the boy from catching cold again, Gu Jun had to cover this small turtle with a thin quilt.

The young man who was hugged by the quilt was finally satisfied, but the man's body was so hard that it was not as soft as the big bed, so he nestled in Gu Jun's arms and made a fuss for a while before he settled down.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mr. Qin, the family doctor, came to the door full of doubts.

Gu Jun is a healthy young man, not to mention serious illnesses, he seldom even catches a cold throughout the year, and the number of times he has been called to the door since he left home has not been once in two years, so this time he was called in almost midnight, The old doctor brought all the medicines and rushed over quickly.

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Gu Jun turned up the indoor temperature. As soon as the old gentleman entered the door, he glanced up and down at Gu Jun who opened the door for him, wondering: "Little Gu, I think you are fine."

The doctor is the family doctor of two generations of Gu's family. He has been taking care of Gu Jun since he was a child, so the relationship between the two can be regarded as both grandson and grandpa.

Gu Jun's expression was a little helpless, "It's not me, it's a --- just picked up a child."

"child?"

The old doctor was even more puzzled.

He walked in with the commonly used medicine tools on his back, and after looking at him, he saw the boy who was balled up on the sofa.

The young man was beautiful, his fair face was stained with two touches of light red because of a low-grade fever, he had just been woken up by Gu Jun, he was still in a half-awake state, covered with a thin quilt, and his slender fingers were grasping tightly With the quilt on her body, she doesn't look very comfortable.

Gu Jun is an upright gentleman, but the old doctor can't help thinking about this young man.

He coughed, and asked first: "This is --- Xiao Gu, tell me the truth, you, what's your relationship?"

The man froze slightly, then shook his head.

"Old Qin, this child is only staying with me for a while."

The man said, but as soon as he walked to the edge of the sofa, the teenagers sitting in the group felt a familiar aura, and immediately squirmed towards the man like a bug, and then spread it upright, and fell directly into Gu Jun's arms, feeling a little dry His lips pursed twice.

Gu Jun was in a complicated mood. He stood upright, caught the little bug that was rushing over, put his big palm on the back of the child's furry head, and slowly comforted him from top to bottom.

The Gu family didn't dare to get close to his juniors, and he had never seen such a 'soft' boy, like a fragile cat cub, who might get hurt if he moved.

Gu Jun surrounded the people, sat on the sofa, picked up the water glass prepared on one side, and motioned to the old Mr. Qin who had a face of "that's true". explain.

The dry, shriveled boy was already causing anxiety to the half-grown man who had never had a serious illness.

He dipped some water on his fingertips and moistened the young man's lips. The child felt a chill, and opened his eyes in a daze to look. He also saw the old doctor with an unpredictable expression.

If Ji Yu was still healthy, he would definitely not cause trouble for men in a 'public' way, and he would have obediently gone upstairs by now, but now he can't care so much.

This disease is fierce, and it has the momentum of the previous life.

Ji Yu was flustered and powerless, the young man flinched, squeezed into the man's arms, and opened his mouth to say hello to the strange old gentleman.

Knowing his character, Gu Jun touched the child's forehead twice, and said, "Stop talking, Mr. Qin doesn't care about such politeness, let the doctor have a look."

The child in his arms couldn't quite hear what he was saying, so he blinked his eyes and looked up at him, his face was flushed and listless, compared with the boy who was active during the day like a deer, he looked even more pitiful.

Gu Jun actually couldn't see him like this.

The man's hand slipped down, grabbed Ji Yu's hand that was clasping the quilt tightly, and looked sideways at Old Mr. Qin in a trance.

"Uncle Qin, please trouble me."

"Hey, don't bother me, what are you being polite to the old man?"

Old Mr. Qin responded quickly, but his professionalism had roughly guessed the child's problems as early as the first time he saw the boy.

He read and asked Qiejia about the combination of Western and Western medicine neatly, but he kept affirming it in his heart.

He also said it was boring, and it was boring to be able to do this?He was really afraid of falling while holding it, but he had never seen this noble young master of the Gu family treat his other brothers like this.

However, with the diagnosis, the old doctor's expression gradually became serious.

When I finally wrote the recipe, I didn't finish writing for a long time, and I struggled for three or four minutes before writing.

Gu Jun's heart sank slightly, and he roughly guessed that the boy's condition could not be a simple cold.

Old Qin frowned, and after finishing writing the prescription, he blew it away, then looked at the child nestled in Gu Jun's arms, bracing his spirits, and said rather puzzled: "It doesn't look like this child looks like this. ---Why is it so empty inside, it looks like it has been empty for more than ten years."

The old man was an imperial doctor in the palace for the first three generations, and his family has practiced medicine for generations, and his level is very guaranteed.

Gu Jun didn't doubt that he was there, he paused for a moment while clasping the young man's fingers, and then clenched them tightly with his backhand.

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