Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

The results of Cheng Yue's gastroscopy were as Qiao Jiawen expected, and the recovery was not good.Although I had surgery last time, I had to do conservative treatment because of abdominal infection. The ulcer surface in the stomach not only did not shrink, but even tended to expand, and the gastric mucosa peeled off seriously.

Facing Xiao Hao's anger that day and Qiao Jiawen's intransigence this time, Cheng Yue was finally defeated.Xiao Hao moved the office to the ward again, and guarded it every day.Xiao Hao had no choice but to leave for a while unless it was a meeting or entertainment that required him to be present in person.

Xiao Hao had an important meeting today. He ran out early in the morning without even taking care of the meal. It was not finished until noon. There was really no way. In the middle of the meeting, he called his aunt at home and asked her to bring the meal. Go to Cheng Yue.

Ever since Xiao Hao lost his temper last time, Cheng Yue hasn't mentioned the matter of being discharged from the hospital. In the first few days, he couldn't even eat, and the food he ate would always remain intact within a short period of time. When he spit it out, Xiao Hao and Qiao Jiawen were in a hurry, finally Qiao Jiawen let go and agreed to leave the hospital and go home for treatment if he got better, Cheng Yue began to eat slowly.

Xiao Hao searched the Internet for various digestible and nutritious porridges and soups and printed out a thick stack. He carefully outlined every step in the process from material selection to cooking and took them back to his aunt at home. The old couple who came back from morning exercise that morning couldn't believe it. The old lady ran over and touched Xiao Hao's forehead in small steps, thinking that the eldest son had a fever again.The old man snorted and went upstairs. When has he ever seen the eldest son of his family take care of someone so wholeheartedly? He has never even cooked with his face. He stood there chattering and telling his aunt how to make porridge. How to put materials, could it be that the sun really came out from the west.

Cheng Yue was surprised and pleased that his aunt could eat half a bowl of porridge.From then on, before leaving get off work every day, the secretary would always send the porridge from home and then carry it to the hospital.

When the aunt brought the porridge into the ward, Cheng Yue was boringly flipping through the magazines beside the bed. Xiao Hao and Qiao Jiawen had already ordered him to die, and it was strictly forbidden to deal with hospital affairs during the hospitalization. Xiao Hao brought a lot of magazines to Cheng The more relieved the boredom, the always industrious Dean Cheng was powerless to resist and could only obey.

Sometimes because the secretary is busy, the aunt will bring the porridge by herself, so Cheng Yue has seen the aunt, and just now Xiao Hao called and said that he couldn't leave, and told him that the aunt would come.

Cheng Yue pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose and smiled at his aunt.

"Aunt Qin, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"Hey, if there's any trouble, it's all by the way."

While talking to Cheng Yue, the auntie poured the porridge from the thermos into a bowl, brought it over, and scooped it up with a spoon.

Cheng Yue was a little embarrassed, sat up with one hand propped up, and said hastily.

"I can do it myself, let me do it."

"How can I do it? I still have a needle in my hand, and it's time for the blood to return in a while."

The aunt said to herself that she had already handed the spoon to Cheng Yue's mouth, and Cheng Yue opened his mouth subconsciously.Mechanically swallowed the porridge fed into his mouth mouthful, a little unbelievable.

Since his mother passed away, there has never been a woman like his mother sitting in front of the hospital bed and feeding him one bite at a time. Even if it was a dream, the person in the dream is still blurred, and when he is within reach It turned into a bubble.

Cheng Yue didn't even dare to think about this kind of picture. The porridge in his mouth was a little sour, but it was slowly chewing to reveal a little bit of sweetness.

The eye sockets were a little wet, Cheng Yue closed his eyes as a cover-up, took them off and rubbed the center of his brows with his hands.

"What's wrong? It's not delicious?"

"No, it's delicious."

"Then eat more, look at your body, you are skinny without any flesh. Eat more. Auntie's porridge is delicious. Xiao Hao and Xiao Pei have very good tastes, but every time Every time I got sick, I liked to drink my porridge. When Xiao Hao was sick that year, he couldn’t eat anything, but he only liked my porridge and soup. So, I cook it in different ways every day. Doesn’t it all feed him? Strong? That kid Xiao Pei is also at home these days, pestering me to make soup for Duoduo, and he can eat a lot by himself. I just thought, you should like it too."

"It's delicious, Aunt Qin."

"This child, nothing is as important as your own body. How can you work when your body is broken? Don't be so nonsense in the future. Don't tell yourself that you feel uncomfortable, and let everyone worry about you. Young people are just too hard. Only when you are old can you know what is most important."

Cheng Yue was a little distracted by his aunt's nagging concern.Auntie seemed to notice it too.

"Look at me, when you get old, you talk too much. However, you can't neglect yourself in the future. Xiao Hao said that you can't eat too much, for fear that you won't be able to digest it. Auntie will leave it for you first, and eat some when Xiao Hao comes back." .”

Cheng Yue stayed in the hospital for more than ten days and said he wanted to go home. Qiao Jiawen checked his indicators and reluctantly let him out of the hospital, but prescribed a lot of medicine to let him rest at home.In order to make it easier for him to go to the company, Xiao Hao directly took Cheng Yue to his apartment outside, and asked Qiao Jiawen for a little nurse to help Cheng Yue give injections and infusions, and even ran home with a shameless face in the middle of the old man's dissatisfaction. The aunt took it and returned to the company with peace of mind.

Even so, Xiao Hao is still worried, he always has to run back several times a day, especially during meal time, watching Cheng Yue sit with him for a while after eating, and then reluctantly go to work.

Cheng Yue was lying on a deck chair on the balcony, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun. After returning home recently, Cheng Yue's body recovered well, gradually nourished his blood, his face was no longer frighteningly pale, and even a little bit of flesh grew , Xiao Hao moved a small stool and raised his head slightly, also squinting and staring at Cheng Yue with a nympho expression, reluctant to avert his gaze.

"Still going to work?"

"Sit down a little longer."

"Have you read the report?"

"No."

"Have you read the contract?"

"No."

"No meeting today?"

"Have."

"So it's time to raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a short time?"

"No."

"Then go to work quickly."

"Wait."

"I have honey growing on my face?"

"Sweeter than honey."

"roll."

"A Yue, why can't I get enough of you?"

Cheng Yue raised his hand to block the strong sunlight above his head, opened his eyes, and adjusted the mirror frame. After he was discharged from the hospital, Cheng Yue changed back to the previous gold-rimmed eye sockets, and the indifferent and fierce aura he used to exude naturally.Looking at Xiao Hao through the thin lenses, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, ecstasy and evil as always, Xiao Hao couldn't help shivering while watching Xiao Hao fascinated.

"Oh? Could it be that my beautiful skin pleases you?"

"It's not to please, but to grow into my heart."

"Should I say you're still as vulgar as ever?"

"For you, why not be a little more vulgar?"

As Xiao Hao spoke, he rubbed his head into Cheng Yue's lying arms, with a contented expression, comfortable and contented.

Cheng Yue pushed Xiao Hao away without avoiding or disgustingly, raised his eyes and squinted to meet the sunlight outside the window, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"A Yue, it's good to have you."

The sun is safe and the years are quiet.

Could it be so.

It doesn't matter if the world is old.

The author has something to say: oh, bubbling is glorious