My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

When Jiang Biegu woke up, the sky was already bright, and he glanced at the time on his phone, it showed that it was almost 8 o'clock.

It was rare for him to sleep until this hour before waking up. Although it was because of the alcohol, the quality of his sleep was good and he had no dreams all night.

When he finished washing and went downstairs, Fault Tolerance had already called for breakfast. He probably just arrived. He was standing in front of the dining table and setting the plates. Hearing the voice, he raised his head and looked over:

"Morning, brother."

Fault Tolerance came back half an hour ago. Although he had the urge to leave first without daring to face Jiang Biegu, in order not to worry Jiang Biegu, he restrained his guilt and guilt and returned to the the house.

Do your best to look like a normal person who has done nothing wrong.

Jiang Biegu should have greeted him, but he frowned slightly when he saw the mark on Rong Fault's face:

"What's wrong with your face?"

The slap in the face last night could be said to be merciless, and he used all his strength, so that he is still a little red and swollen. He found it when he looked in the mirror and practiced smiling, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing to cover it up, and it was only natural for Jiang Biegu to discover it.

"I went to the toilet in the middle of the night and hit the door frame." Rong Quo said.

Jiang Bie believed it, and laughed too: "You drank too?"

Fault tolerance smiled: "I forgot to turn on the light."

Even though he said the reason, Jiang Biegu was still not at ease, and walked over to stand in front of him to look at his face carefully, and even raised his hand to touch the marks on his face.

It's not that Jiang Biegu has never done this kind of action before, but for Tolerance, there has never been a time like this, Jiang Biegu's movements seem to be slowed down, every millimeter he approaches can make Tolerance's heart beat faster.

Subconsciously wanted to escape, but was afraid that Jiang Biegu would see something, so he had to use all his strength to force himself to stand where he was, and let Jiang Biegu's fingers lightly cover his face.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Biegu's breath seemed to carry some kind of magic when he spoke, falling on fault tolerance's face, a tingling feeling grew from the bottom of his heart and gradually spread to his whole body.

Tolerance shook his head, avoiding the touch of Jiang Biegu's fingers, and slightly opened the distance between them, saying:

"It doesn't hurt."

Originally, Fault Tolerant planned to sit down and eat, which would make his movement of pulling away from him look more natural, but Jiang Biegu grabbed his arm, and before Fault Tolerance could react, he directly covered his hand in the on his forehead.

Tolerance was stunned for a moment, but it didn't take too long, because he was immediately attracted by another perception, and he found that Jiang Biegu's hands were cold.

Tolerance grabbed Jiang Biegu's wrist and pulled his hand down, and looked at him with a frown:

"Brother, why are your hands so cold? Are you cold? I'll get you clothes."

As he said that, he was about to get up and go upstairs, but Jiang Biegu held his shoulders and pressed him on the dining chair:

"Is your reaction too slow? Why don't you feel cold when I touch your face?"

Fault tolerance was stunned for a moment, but Jiang Biegu sighed helplessly, "It's not that I'm cold, it's that you are too hot, you have a fever."

Fault-tolerant conditioned reflex raised his hand and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel anything.

"What can you figure out by yourself?" Jiang Biegu said while taking out his mobile phone to send a message to Xu Yanqing, asking him to notify the doctor in the villa to come, and then sat on the chair opposite and looked at him: "Eat something first Come on, let the doctor look at it later, school will start in a few days, so don't have any problems at that time."

"Yeah." Tolerant and obedient, he started to eat. Even though he didn't have much appetite, he forced himself to eat a little. Only in this way, he could reduce the time to communicate with Jiang Biegu.

He really didn't know how long he could last.

The doctor came very quickly, but just after dinner, Xu Yanqing took the doctor into the room. The first time he entered the room, Xu Yanqing's eyes locked on Jiang Biegu, and the worry on his face was undisguised :

"uncomfortable?"

"It's not me." Jiang Biegu said, "It's fault tolerance, I have a fever."

Fault tolerance got up from the dining table, saw Xu Yanqing greeted him, Xu Yanqing smiled:

"Last night, I asked the doctor to show you. What are you trying to do?"

It was only then that Fault Tolerance realized that he had met Xu Yanqing last night, and that his state at that time was really not normal. Although he prevaricated it with the excuse of drinking, Fault Tolerance, who was already guilty, was really worried about what he would say, but still Before he had time to make amends, Jiang Biegu said:

"Did you feel unwell last night?"

"Yeah." Xu Yanqing said: "When I came back from the river, I was at the door, and I didn't think he looked right. I asked him if he wanted a doctor to come and see him, but he said no."

Jiang Biegu looked at Rong Fault, frowning slightly, as if he didn't agree with his way of not taking his body seriously, but it's too late to say anything now, teaching him a few words won't make his health better, So Jiang Biegu didn't say anything, and smiled at the doctor standing beside him:

"Excuse me."

"You're being polite, Mr. Jiang." The doctor nodded slightly: "This is what I should do."

Tolerance took his body temperature, and it turned out to be a high temperature of 39 degrees 7. There were no other symptoms, as if he had simply caught a cold.

Tolerance is not surprised by this result. After taking such a long cold shower, and sitting by the river for a few hours in the morning when the temperature is the lowest, it seems normal to have a fever.

"Get an intravenous drip." The doctor said, "The temperature is too high, and the intravenous drip will reduce the fever faster."

Jiang Bie had no objection and nodded, "Okay."

Tolerance has no objection, he listens to Jiang Bie's story for everything, as long as it is Jiang Bie's story, he is willing to listen to it.

It is inevitable that there will be some sleep aids in the antipyretics, more or less, plus fault tolerance, he didn't sleep much all night, so his head started to feel a little groggy not long after the drip, Jiang Biegu saw his exhausted:

"Go to sleep, I'll just watch from the side, everything will be fine."

Jiang Biegu is as gentle as ever, he is such a person, his gentleness makes people feel that the whole world has softened.

Fault tolerance also likes his tenderness, but today he is wrapped up in guilt in such tenderness.

Jiang Biegu treats himself as a younger brother from the very beginning. There is no mistreatment in life, and there is no lack of emotion. A child who dared to believe anyone easily grew into what he is now.

I can't say how good he is, but he is also a normal person.

He gave himself a completely different life. Without Jiang Bieyou, he might have died in some corner now.

But he has a desire for Jiang Biegu, he will have a dream all night because of seeing his body, and he will indulge himself because of his physical contact in the dream, such a self is worthy of Jiang Biegu's tenderness, so good?

If Jiang Biegu knew that he had such thoughts about him, would he feel disgusted?

Picking up a child, I don’t ask him to repay me, I don’t ask him for myself, I just hope that he can grow up well, give him food, drink, and clothes, and give him living conditions that cannot be met in ordinary families. But he actually had such thoughts about himself.

It must be disgusting, right?

Yes, because even fault tolerance disgusts me like this.

In fact, no matter what he saw or dreamed yesterday, it is his own secret.

As long as he doesn't say anything, there will be no second person in this world who will know. No one will know what he saw and what kind of dream he had. He can act as if nothing happened and remain calm without feeling guilty or ashamed. , and even as long as he wants, he can continue to miss Jiang Biege.

But Mistake Tolerance will never do this, not only won't, but also clearly know how inappropriate, shameless and obscene.

He didn't even think about whether he likes the same sex through this incident, because it doesn't matter, there is nothing he can't accept, what he can't accept is that he has desires for Jiang Biegu, which makes him feel that Jiang Biegu is offended and desecrated up.

by myself.

Tolerance did not deify Jiang Biegu, but Jiang Biegu is a different existence from the whole world to Tolerance. He does not allow anyone to hurt or offend Jiang Biegu, not even himself.

But now, how can he smooth out the offense he has caused?

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Biegu looked at him with a smile, and asked aloud, "Have you got a fever? Let's take a rest."

Tolerance also hooked his lips into a smile, but he could feel the reluctance, but fortunately, there was such a good excuse as being sick, so Jiang Biegu would not doubt anything, and even stretched out his hand to lightly cover his eyes :

"Go to sleep."

Tolerant closed his eyes and didn't open them again.

He admits that his body has been sending him signals to sleep, but his consciousness has been awake all the time, telling him that it is best not to sleep.

The aftermath left by the dream last night was too great, so that he was a little afraid what would happen if he fell asleep and dreamed the same dream again?

Jiang Biegu was not by his side before, but now he is on IV, Jiang Biegu will not leave, Fault Tolerance is really afraid of making a fool of himself again.

And if it really happened again, in front of Jiang Biegu, he could really die.

He didn't want to sleep, and he didn't dare to sleep, but his meager willpower was no match for his body that had not slept for almost a night and had a fever again, so he fell asleep in the final fault tolerance.

After this sleep, Tolerance slept until the afternoon. When he opened his eyes drowsily, the drip had already been finished, and he was the only one in the room. He got off the bed and walked out of the room. Jiang Biegu was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Work with a computer.

It was only then that Tolerance realized that even though it was Sunday, Jiang Biegu's plan today was to go to the company. Shun He's case had not yet been completely concluded. His carelessness last night delayed his schedule and delayed his whole day. time.

The behavior of Bean Sprout getting up from Jiang Biegu's feet made Jiang Biegu look over, and saw the fault tolerance behind him and smiled:

"How did you sleep?"

"Very good." At least not dreaming.

Jiang Biegu nodded, and tapped on the keyboard for a few seconds before closing the page, closed the computer and put it aside, his eyes fell on Rong Fault once again with a gentle smile:

"Come here, let me see how the temperature is."

Tolerance came over and knelt down slowly in front of Jiang Biegu. Jiang Biegu smiled, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and felt it:

"The fever has subsided, but the doctor said that it may recur at night. You should pay more attention to it. If you have a fever again, you can't hold on."

"Okay." Tolerance replied.

"If it's okay, let's go home?" Jiang Biegu smiled: "This place is not officially open, the chef left in the afternoon, if we don't go back, we will be hungry."

"it is good."