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A familiar and clear fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, Jiang Chengli knew it was You Fan, so he couldn't help holding his breath.

"Master, you have grown up." You Fan helped Jiang Chengli brush the hair on his forehead, and let out a sigh.

Jiang Chengli was a little bit embarrassed at the beginning, lamenting that You Fan and him have been together for so many years, after all, they still have some feelings.

But in the next second, You Fan's fingertips shifted to wander behind his neck.

You Fan frowned slightly, his back felt hairy, and when he was about to open his eyes to stop You Fan's actions, You Fan had already moved his hands away.

You Fan glanced at Jiang Chengli's trembling eyelashes, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and his lips curled slightly.

Jiang Chengli heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally time for You Fan to leave this time, but his hands turned to caress his chin.

The abrasion on Jiang Chengli's chin didn't feel much at first, some blood spots formed scabs, but the rubbing of You Fan's fingers brought a tingling pain, which was unbearable.

You Fan's fingers leaned up slightly, the position became more and more out of place, and even poked his lips.

Jiang Chengli gasped, couldn't put it down, opened his eyes, slapped You Fan's hand away, and gave a crisp sound with some strength, staring at him angrily with wide eyes: "Why are you stabbing me?"

You Fan didn't look ashamed at all when he was punctured, instead his complexion suddenly turned cold, his face was still gentle, but his eyes were cold.

Jiang Chengli subconsciously held his breath, his heart trembling.

You Fan had a panoramic view of Jiang Chengli's reaction, smiled warmly, withdrew his hand quite calmly, pointed to the medicine on the table and said, "I'll come and see you apply the medicine."

Jiang Chengli now feels that You Fan is crazy and mentally abnormal, the hot and cold makes his heart shudder, and he doesn't dare to make You Fan angry too much.

And his foot injury was really uncomfortable, so he took the medicine on the table and looked at it, it was the medicine that Ji Xun had bought for him.

Jiang Chengli opened the bottle cap and smelled it. The familiar smell was not unpleasant, and it was very similar to You Fan's smell.

Jiang Chengli was sure that this was the medicine that You Fan often used himself.

Jiang Chengli lifted the quilt, and rolled up the pajama pants from the ankle, revealing his bruised ankle. He was already white, and the bruises looked shocking.

Jiang Chengli glanced at You Fan beside the bed, and saw that he was staring straight at his ankle, and he didn't seem to want to leave.

It was already dark, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so Jiang Chengli could hardly see You Fan's expression clearly.

After Jiang Chengli heard the past plot from the system, he felt that it was not incomprehensible that You Fan hated him.

But even if he hated him, he should have said it clearly, instead of locking him here without saying anything, and asking him what he wanted to do without answering.

No matter how good-tempered Jiang Chengli was, he was also provoked at this moment. He frowned invisibly, and he didn't want to call Uncle You Fan now: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Jiang Chengli's skin is tender and tender, and he can be seen at a glance as a pampered young master. Even if his ankle is injured, his delicacy has not changed.

You Fan's gaze paused for a moment on Jiang Chengli's beautiful and slender ankle, and then fell on his face. The hand on the unconscious leg was tightened, his expression was cloudy, and he said after a while: "Stay here with peace of mind."

After speaking, You Fan left while supporting the wheelchair.

Jiang Chengli was a little anxious, but he didn't stop him.

Since then, Jiang Chengli has never left this house. There is a separate bathroom in the room, and the meals are delivered by someone. The only thing Jiang Chengli is thankful for is that he can still walk freely.

At the beginning, he didn't understand You Fan's bottom line, but he gradually found out that You Fan was tolerant of him, so he began to protest step by step.

First, he was rejected when he wanted to go out. Jiang Chengli jumped out of the window and was caught back. His foot was even worse and he caught a cold because he fell into a snowdrift.

Jiang Chengli resisted taking the medicine. He thought that You Fan would think of his love for so many years and would give in because of his illness, but he didn't expect You Fan to be more ruthless.

Not only did You Fan not agree to let Jiang Chengli go out, but he also stopped his meal directly, and the chain at the foot of the bed also came in handy.

Jiang Chengli gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He stayed on for three days in a groggy state without taking medicine or eating, and finally his eyes turned black and he couldn't even get out of bed. You Fancai asked a doctor to put him on an IV.

After several rounds, Jiang Chengli found that he was at a disadvantage if he continued to toss like this, after all, it was his body, and You Fan didn't show any mercy when he tossed about it.

Jiang Chengli also had no hope in You Fan's affection for him.

Jiang Chengli lay on the bed, rang the call bell beside the bed, and a doctor came in two seconds later.

"Call You Fan here, I want to eat." Jiang Chengli hadn't eaten for two days, and he could hardly speak, his voice was hoarse.

After 10 minutes, You Fan came in with a wheelchair, and the servant behind him was carrying a plate, and the room was filled with the aroma of food.

You Fan still had that gentle mask on his face, he couldn't tell at all that he stopped the sick Jiang Chengli from eating for three days.

He brought a bowl of porridge himself, and leaned against Jiang Chengli's bedside in a wheelchair, took a spoonful of porridge and put it on his lips to cool it down, and laughed: "It's been so long, you must be hungry."

You Fan's movements are very proficient. Jiang Chengli was brought up by him when he was a child, and it was common for him to feed him with his hands.

At that time, he had just escaped from a life like a wild dog and was adopted by Jiang Chengli's mother. In addition, Jiang Chengli was weak, so he took care of Jiang Chengli with great care.

Later, after Jiang Chengli's mother died, the two of them depended on each other for life. An ordinary half-grown boy couldn't even take care of himself, but You Fan was already able to find a house and buy vegetables to take Jiang Chengli to see a doctor.

This state lasted for more than half a year, and it didn't stop until Jiang Chengli was found by his grandfather.

The porridge was delivered to his mouth, but Jiang Chengli didn't feel very hungry because of his illness, and even felt a little nauseous when he smelled it.

He originally planned to hold his nose and eat it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a surge of discomfort, and he hurriedly pushed You Fan away for fear of soiling the bed.

Jiang Chengli didn't use much strength at first, but he moved too hastily. He pushed You Fan's spoon away with his hand, but the chain tied to his wrist knocked over the bowl in You Fan's hand with a flick of the chain, and the hot porridge poured into You Fan's hand.

You Fan's face darkened in an instant, and without saying a word, he took the wet towel beside him and wiped it off slowly. Seeing this, the servant behind him took two steps back.

Jiang Chengli didn't expect this to happen, and even suppressed the nausea.

After You Fan wiped it clean, regardless of his red hands, he pulled Jiang Chengli's upper body off the bed by his collar, his face was very close, and he snorted coldly: "Xiao Li, do you really think of yourself as a young master?"

Xiaoli was Jiang Chengli's nickname when You Fan was a child, and since he went to his grandfather's house with Jiang Chengli, he changed his name to Young Master.

Jiang Chengli was already weak, he was so dragged that he couldn't breathe, his eyes turned red instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

It was the first time that Jiang Chengli had the feeling of dying, and even felt the killing intent in You Fan's eyes. He seemed to be really thinking about Jiang Chengli's life and death.

The moment Jiang Chengli's tears really flowed out, You Fan let go of his hand.