poor guy

The next morning, the delicate young master from the imperial capital became seriously ill, his head sank unbearably, and he coughed so faintly on the bed.

The old lady Ji gave him a glass of water with a dark face, and then opened the window of the room fully, for fear that the germs would stay inside for a second.

"I'm cold!" Wen Yeyan shouted.

"Put on your clothes when it's cold." The old lady Ji said coldly, the action of stuffing Wen Yeyan's temperature needle into Wen Yeyan's clothes didn't match the gentleness, Wen Yeyan wailed, maybe it was because of the cold or the pain from being poked .

"Where is I, Shen Lian'er?" Wen Yeyan sat up messily, looking around in confusion.

"Get up early and go." Mrs. Ji said.

"where to?"

"Going home, people don't want to stay with this virus like you." Mrs. Ji said meanly.

"You're talking nonsense." Wen Yeyan retorted childishly, and sneezed loudly.

He got a disgusted stare from Mrs. Ji again.

38 degrees one.

Mrs. Ji said lightly: "It's a small problem, go take medicine."

"I'm so sick." Wen Yeyan rolled the quilt and walked out with a tired face, "You don't even care about me."

"It's outrageous for a big man!" Mrs. Ji reprimanded him instead.

But the antipyretics and breakfast were ready hot.

Wen Ye noticed with sharp eyes that there was an extra suitcase in the living room, and the old lady Ji was wearing a neat white suit with a gemstone brooch on her chest, the attire of a fashionable old lady.

It looks like he's about to go out.

Wen Yeyan asked: "Where are you going?"

"I went on a trip with a few former colleagues." Mrs. Ji said.

Wen Yeyan almost spit out a mouthful of porridge: "Are you going on a trip? Today?"

"immediately."

"It's raining outside!"

"So I plan to go to a place with good weather."

"It's not a holiday yet!"

"I'm retired and every day is a vacation."

Wen Yeyan was wrapped in a quilt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, the noble young man who was extraordinarily gentle and elegant outside, now had disheveled hair and pale face, like a furry creature.

"I'm sick, who will take care of me when you leave?"

The old lady Ji gave him a contemptuous glance, "How old are you? Can't you live without adults?"

"I don't know how to cook or do laundry," Wen Yeyan said.

"Then I wish you survive these five days." Mrs. Ji said.

"Five days?" Wen Yeyan stared. Originally, he was only trying to sell miserably. In this way, he might really not be able to survive...

"Living expenses." Mrs. Ji gave him some money.

"500 yuan?" Wen Yeyan asked innocently, "What about the remaining four days?"

"Drink your northwest wind!" said the old lady Ji, she looked at her watch, it was almost time, and she pulled her suitcase, "If I come back and find something missing or broken in the house, you can go Be my flower mud."

Wen Yeyan looked at her in horror, "Are you still my grandma?"

Mrs. Ji smiled meanly at him, and then left without hesitation.

... really gone.

Wen Yeyan couldn't believe it, and coughed again. He was abandoned twice in a row, and felt that he was the most pitiful person in the world.

Feiyue Internet Cafe.

"Where's my instant noodles? The boss hasn't come to me yet... Oh, it's already soaked, so don't say a word, hiss."

After delivering the instant noodles, Shen Lian took drinks one by one and delivered them one by one. Everyone was hungry at meal time, so Shen Lian was busy.

After finally doing it, the phone buzzed again.

Shen Lian picked it up, and first heard the sound of a dying cough.

After coughing for about half a minute, it was Wen Yeyan's panting and weak voice: "Where are you?"

"Outside." Shen Lian said cautiously while clutching her phone.

"Come and accompany me." Wen Yeyan snorted and coughed again.

Shen Lian asked, "Did you choke on the pepper?"

Wen Yeyan: "..."

"I have a fever! I have a high fever! I'm about to die! If you don't come again, just wait for my body to be collected!" Wen Yeyan vented, and hung up the phone without giving Shen Lian a chance to speak.

Shen Lian looked at the phone in amazement, how could he shout so majesticly, how could he look like he was going to die?

But when he got up this morning, Wen Yeyan was really hot.

A little worried.

So Shen Lian got up and went to the room behind the curtain at the front desk, where there was also a computer. Behind the computer, Wang Shurong held a cigarette in one hand, and tapped the keyboard with the other, his soul was sucked into the screen.

"Boss Wang." Shen Lian shouted on the monitor.

Wang Shurong raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw an extra head on the monitor, like a ghost crawling out of a computer!

"Wow!" Wang Shurong screamed, the soot burned his fingers, "Are you all right to pretend to be a ghost?!"

Shen Lian was very calm, "Boss Wang, I would like to ask for two hours off."

In such a moment of chaos, Wang Shurong had already been killed. He cursed and said, "Why do you ask for leave?"

"Someone is sick, go and see." Shen Lian said.

"Who is sick?" Wang Shurong's eyes lit up, "Shen Yanyan?"

"No, my friend." Shen Lian said, his tone couldn't help but jump with joy, he also has friends!

"Oh." Wang Shurong became bored, "If you ask for leave, your salary will be deducted."

"Ah..." Shen Lian froze, "Is it a lot?"

Wang Shurong saw his sluggish expression, which was much more lively than the usual expressionless face, so he kindly stopped teasing him, "It's your first offense, so don't buckle it, go, remember to come back."

Shen Lian nodded gratefully and ran away.

Wang Shurong said with emotion that he hadn't noticed before that this kid is quite cute.

Looking at the grayed out display screen, his teammates sprayed him with rubbish.

Wang Shurong: "..." Damn Shen Lian!

It took Shen Lian four to ten minutes to rush back to Wen Yeyan's house, and found that there was no door here, and it opened with a push.Walking in, the house was silent, a quilt was rolled up on the sofa, and one hand was hanging outside the quilt.

It has the vibe of a murder scene.

Shen Lian walked over and poked that hand, it was chilly.

Not really dead, right?

Shen Lian looked terrified, and lifted the quilt, revealing Wen Yeyan's handsome face, he frowned, trying to shrink himself back.

still alive.Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and touched his forehead, it was warm.

Wen Yeyan opened his eyes and murmured, "What time is it?"

"A little." Shen Lian replied, "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Wen Yeyan sat up, the button of her pajamas was undone to the third button, and her pale and delicate collarbone was faintly revealed when she moved, looking like a sickly beauty.

"You disappeared early in the morning, and grandma also left me to go, ahem." The illness affected his mentality, and he said self-destructively, "You all wish I could die."

"No, I have something to do." Shen Lian said dryly.

"More important than me?" Wen Yeyan squinted at him.

Fortunately, Shen Lian shook his head sensiblely at this time, and avoided a disaster for himself.

"That's about the same." Wen Yeyan said, "Carry me back to my room and make me some sugar water."

Shen Lian agreed, and Wen Yeyan opened his arms towards him, and he hugged him seriously, but he was hugged by the sick man, and he had to sink into it, unable to get up.

"Hello." Shen Lian patted Wen Yeyan's arm.

Wen Yeyan pressed Shen Lian's hair with her face, and smiled sullenly, "Silly boy, it's 800 years too early to hug Dad."

Shen Lian was so angry.

The two had a quarrel on the sofa, and Shen Lian found desperately that even if Wen Yeyan was sick, she was not his opponent.

"What's the smell on you?" Huo Zhongwen Ye Yan's nose cleared a little, and he smelled something wrong.

"No, no." Shen Lian was worried, the smell from the Internet cafe should be gone, Wen Yeyan is really a dog's nose.

"I'll make sugar water for you." Shen Lian took the opportunity to slip away, and hurriedly added some sweetness to fool him.

Fortunately, Wen Yeyan drank the sugar water and calmed down a lot. Shen Lian stayed by the bed for a while before he fell asleep.

You are the child.

Shen Lian poked Wen Yeyan's face, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Xiao En hasn't come to look for Shen Lian recently, there seems to be a rift between her and Shen Yanyan, the two are still living together in harmony on the surface, but Shen Yanyan doesn't bring Xiao En out to cover, and she doesn't make any assumptions in front of Wen Yeyan.

Shen Lian was happy to be at leisure, Xiao En trusted him inexplicably, and always said "heart-to-heart" words to him, which made him also have a headache.

On Wen Yeyan's side, there was no time when Mrs. Ji was at home. He went to Shen's house for dinner twice, and Chen Qiaoyu treated him like a visiting son-in-law. He was a little bit tied up, so he decided to deal with it outside by himself in the future.

He also recruited Shen Lian, a local, to help him find restaurants.

How could Shen Lian have this ability, so he pointed to a family at random, and the two of them went in to eat, and the taste was good, but Wen Yeyan vomited and had diarrhea when he came back, and almost went to the hospital.

"Hygienic conditions need to be considered." Wen Yeyan lay prostrated on the sofa, held the straw that Shen Lian carefully fed into his mouth, and took a sip of warm water, "I really came here to survive the catastrophe."

Shen Lian touched his forehead compassionately.

"Why are you alright?" Wen Yeyan asked, and then remembered that Shen Lian had secretly bought spicy sticks as snacks and he found out that the ingredient list was simply edible garbage, and the food in restaurants was nothing compared to it.

"You have to be responsible to me." Wen Ye smokyly leaned on him, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this."

"……All right."

Wen Yeyan nodded in satisfaction, "First of all, before I recover, you have to be me..."

Shen Lian quickly pinched his lips and said seriously: "Don't talk about your son."

Wen Yeyan: "..."

"I will be your guardian." Shen Lian said.

"Fuck you, you want to take advantage of me?" Wen Ye glared at him, "Be my nanny and take care of my daily life."

Having said that, Shen Lian only needs to be responsible for Wen Yeyan's food, and Wen Yeyan can't bear to watch Shen Lian do the housework alone.

Originally thought that Shen Lian was half-grown, and that his culinary skills could only scramble an egg, but he didn't expect him to know a lot. He made two dishes and one soup, and the fried pork with mushrooms looked very delicious, which surprised Wen Yeyan.

"You know how to cook?" Wen Yeyan said, "I thought you couldn't even hold a pot."

"Learn from Auntie." Shen Lian said, he often worked in the kitchen, and he knew it by just watching.

Wen Yeyan took a bite of chopsticks and boasted, "It's delicious!"

Shen Lian laughed. The previous opportunity to cook was because Shen Jiaqi's family went out and left him alone to look after the house. He cooked for himself. This was actually the first time he cooked for others, and he got positive feedback. Self-existence The values ​​of both seem to have increased a bit.

The two ate face to face, and from time to time chatted a few things about the class, and Shen Lian would also express his opinions. Compared with the reticence outside, at this moment, Shen Lian with puffy cheeks and muffled voice seemed complete.

"Little Shen Lian'er." Wen Yeyan called his name abruptly.

"Huh?" Shen Lian looked at him.

Wen Yeyan's eyes seemed to gather gentle stars.

"I just want to call you." Wen Yeyan said.

What he's thinking in his heart is clearly that he wants to kiss you.