The pure A boy group got mixed up with an Omega

Si Jiamu couldn't react at the moment.

The uneasiness that had been pervading since the morning finally turned into substance at this moment, pointing directly at him, and it was inevitable.

"Jiamu?" Ke Haoyan was the first to come back to his senses, looking at Si Jiamu nervously, "You, are you okay?"

The other party didn't respond, but the pale face and out-of-focus eyes already answered the question.

Ke Haoyan didn't ask any more questions, just hugged him lightly, stroked his back lightly once and for all, full of consolation.

After a long time, Si Jiamu finally said, "Hao Yan?"

"I'm here."

"Hao Yan."

"I'm here."

"I dreamed about my aunt last night. She said she made me happy and happy, and told me that I should be with you well." Si Jiamu twisted his body a few times, and Ke Haoyan's embrace became looser. He raised his head, his eyes red Red, like a poor little rabbit, "I haven't promised her yet, why did she leave?"

Ke Haoyan didn't know how to respond, but just looked at him.

Si Jiamu buried his face in front of his chest again, Ke Haoyan felt his chest was wet, and his heart throbbed in pain.

The three stood silently.

"Song Yuhao." When Si Jiamu looked up again, his eyes were already red and swollen like walnuts, but his eyes were cold, revealing indifference and alienation, "I want to see my aunt again."

"This..." Song Yuhao looked embarrassed, looked at Si Jiamu several times, and took out a letter from his pocket, "My mother told me before that she didn't want you to see her after she passed away. Leave a good impression on your heart."

"This letter," he took a step forward. He was going to give it to Si Jiamu, but he hesitated, and transferred it to Ke Haoyan. "This is the letter she left for you. It should have been written last night."

Ke Haoyan took it over and gave Song Yuhao a disgusted look.

He really hated Song Yuhao, and every time he came, he was accompanied by bad news.

"Jiamu, thank you very much for coming. I believe my mother left very happily. If she hadn't been thinking about you, she might have gone already." Song Yuhao had tears in his eyes, but his tone was soft and peaceful. Illness has tortured her for too long, leaving is also a relief for her."

After saying this, Song Yuhao bowed deeply, turned and left.

Si Jiamu stared blankly at the letter in Ke Haoyan's hand as if he had lost his soul, and suddenly passed out.

It was already afternoon when he opened his eyes again, Si Jiamu sat up and rubbed his temples to feel better.

"you're awake?"

Hearing this, Si Jiamu followed the prestige, saw Ke Haoyan's attire, and couldn't help frowning, "What are you doing wearing an apron?"

"Cooking." Ke Haoyan put down the spatula, poured a glass of warm water over, fed Si Jiamu a drink, moistened his mouth, saw his red eyes, and his heart ached, "Should we not sleep for a while? "

"I don't want to sleep."

"Then you close your eyes for a while." Ke Haoyan found a soft backrest to cushion his back, and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, "Let's rest for a while, I'll get you some ice cubes."

Si Jiamu wanted to say that there was no need to bother, but he really didn't have the strength, so he simply let him go.

Soon, Ke Haoyan came over with some ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, first tried it on his own eyes, and felt that it was too cold, then found a towel and folded it on top to try to fit, then put it on Si Jiamu on the eyes.

Just the right amount of coldness relieved the swelling of the eyes, Ke Haoyan freed up a hand, and patted it lightly, Si Jiamu's tense nerves were soothed, and gradually eased.

He's not good at detaching himself from emotions, but he's never been good at faking them.

Only this time, he didn't want to pretend.

Even with his eyes closed, the tip of his nose still couldn't stop panting.

Suddenly, he pressed Ke Haoyan's hand, and said hoarsely, "Haoyan, something seems to be stuck."

After finishing speaking, both of them were taken aback for a moment, Si Jiamu took his hand away and looked towards the kitchen.

Only then did Ke Haoyan remember that he was still cooking in the pot, and got up in a hurry, not forgetting to ask Si Jiamu to continue applying ice compresses.

Where did Si Jiamu still have such thoughts, he followed Ke Haoyan into the kitchen, and pursed his lips when he saw a dark mass of unknown objects beyond it.

Sure enough, what should have been stopped just now was his negligence.

"It's over." Ke Haoyan took a spatula and knocked on it twice, and the unknown object immediately shattered, "It's completely carbonized, it's hopeless."

"It's okay, you can order takeaway." Si Jiamu patted him on the shoulder and said in relief.

"No." Ke Haoyan's tone of refusal sounded a little aggrieved, "Lu Zibo has already said that your current physical condition is not suitable for eating too exciting food. I specifically asked him for the recipe, and followed the steps step by step of……"

Ke Haoyan's tone became more and more frustrated, Si Jiamu couldn't bear to see him putting in so much effort for himself, "It's okay, I'm not hungry now..."

"Wait a minute!" Before he could finish speaking, Ke Haoyan exclaimed, and ran to the other side of the kitchen, "I also cooked white porridge, this should be edible."

Si Jiamu took a look. The rice cooker he used was really hard to fail.

When Ke Haoyan saw the porridge presented intact in front of the two of them, Ke Haoyan felt that this moment could be recorded in the annals of his culinary skills.

Finally, he didn't mess up and let Si Jiamu eat.

But when he put the porridge on the dining table and looked at the monotonous food, he felt guilty again.

Si Jiamu's physical condition is so weak, but he can only do this, it is his dereliction of duty as an Alpha.

"sorry."

Si Jiamu was drinking porridge, and was about to feel that Ke Haoyan cooked good porridge, when he suddenly heard this sentence, he was stunned, "What are you sorry for? You did something bad behind my back?"

"I can only make plain porridge."

Si Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and put his forearm flat on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked up at him, "You can make plain porridge, it's super good. I can't even boil noodles now, if you Because of this incident, I apologize, so I have to write a thousand-word review?"

"Of course not!" Ke Haoyan was not willing to let him write such a thing, and waved his hands again and again, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he had not done enough, "No! I will ask brother Siyuan and Yuxing about cooking when I go back. I’ll make you a Manchu banquet for the first time!”

Si Jiamu thought that was unnecessary, but seeing Ke Haoyan's fighting spirit, he couldn't open his mouth in the end.

Although there was only plain porridge, Si Jiamu only drank a few sips, and finally finished it under Ke Haoyan's scorching gaze.

After eating, Ke Haoyan cleaned up, went to his side again, and asked, "Jiamu, are you okay?"