Cannon fodder dressed as a disabled boss

Gu Xinghuai felt that his forehead was suddenly warmed up, and even though the air conditioner was turned on at home, he still felt surrounded by heat.

It's not hot yet?

He can directly cook squid on it!

Gu Xinghuai said angrily: "I really believed in your evil."

As soon as the words fell, the man muttered: "Why is it not iced...it must be because you are too hot!"

Well, still blame him?

Just as Gu Xinghuai was about to speak, he felt the tip of his nose being rubbed inadvertently. Only then did he realize that the distance between the two of them was too close.

When Si Chen spoke, his breath was hot, but his voice seemed to be whispering in his ear, mixed with a little hoarseness, which added a bit of seductiveness.

From his point of view, the man's skin is like jade, flawless, much better than the whiteness that he hadn't seen the sun for a long time when he first met Si Chen.

——Good, so close.

Gu Xinghuai hurriedly lowered his eyes, put his hands on the man's chest and pushed him away, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that the man would lose his balance.

Si Chen was forced to straighten up, and moved his hands away from the bangs of the two: "What's wrong?"

Gu Xinghuai thought that this person must have lost his temper, but communicating with Si Chen in this situation is not like dealing with a child, if you follow him, you will be obedient.

Gu Xinghuai cleared his throat, and said against his will: "Wow, it's really not hot anymore, then we won't take medicine, can I get you some ice cubes? How tiring it is to keep the refrigerator on like this."

Hearing this, Si Chen seemed to think it made sense, he nodded: "Okay."

The strategy worked, Gu Xinghuai helped the man to the sofa, let him lie down and rest on the sofa, and filled him with ice cubes himself.

However, Gu Xinghuai still intends to see if Si Chen's fever is serious. Aunt Qu told the young man before that the medicine box at home is stored in the cabinet in the living room. After he found it, he took out the temperature measuring gun and moved quickly. Measure Si Chen's temperature.

38 degrees 7.

Gu Xinghuai said in his heart that this person is really tolerant, he didn't know to talk to him or Aunt Qu when he was sick, so he insisted on holding a refrigerator until midnight to cool down.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Si Chen's sticky voice: "Where's my ice cube?"

Gu Xinghuai was taken aback by the suddenness of the voice, and then explained:

"The ice cubes aren't ready yet, I'll get them right away."

Si Chen didn't answer this time, and nestled in the sofa after hearing the sound of Gu Xinghuai walking.

Gu Xinghuai went to find a towel, wrapped the frozen ice cubes in the refrigerator, and put it in Si Chen's hand, letting the person hold it to cool down.

Gu Xinghuai: "If the ice cube starts to seep, tell me and I will replace it with a new one for you."

Si Chen: "Yes."

Seeing that Si Chen didn't seem to be paying attention to his movements anymore, Gu Xinghuai quietly lifted the medicine box aside, and found out the antipyretic medicine from inside. He decided to coax Si Chen to drink it first, and if there was still no tendency to cool down, he would call the doctor directly. Come over and give him some water.

Gu Xinghuai went to the kitchen and took a cup, poured some warm water to dissolve the two packets of medicine, stirred it with a spoon, and the young man licked the medicine left on it, but fortunately there was no strong medicine smell, and it was a bit sweet, this man If you are insane, you should not be able to taste the flaws.

Gu Xinghuai then returned to the sofa with the cup in his hand, and squatted on the ground:

"I found a drink, do you want to try it?"

After Si Chen heard it, he raised the towel wrapped in ice cubes, turned his head slightly, and asked:

"Is it sweet?"

"Well, sweet."

Si Chen likes sweets, such an answer moved him a little.

He just sat up and finished drinking the "drink" in the cup under Gu Xinghuai's supervision.

Gu Xinghuai was about to take the cup and leave, but found that Si Chen didn't let go, holding the cup as if he was thinking about something.

Probably judging that this person has no malice towards him and will satisfy his needs, Si Chen still hasn't resisted the signal from his body.

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "I... I'm a little hungry."

Gu Xinghuai understood a little bit when he heard the words, Si Chen didn't eat much when he ate at night, he thought it was because of his bad mood after the meal, but now he thought it might be because he was sick and lost his appetite.

He patted Si Chen's hand, indicating that he understood: "Then I'll cook some porridge for you."

Only then did Si Chen let go of the cup, as if thinking of something again, he said to Gu Xinghuai, "The ice has melted."

Gu Xinghuai repacked some ice for Si Chen, and then went back to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge for Si Chen to drink.

He used to learn how to cook with the nanny hired by his family, and he basically didn't need to hire someone to take care of him when he became an adult.

Because of his illness, Gu Xinghuai usually pays attention to less oil and less salt when cooking for himself, and he is good at light dishes like this one for patients.

Gu Xinghuai's movements are very skillful, wash the rice, pour water, turn on the fire, stir the rice in the pot with the back of a spoon, turn down the heat when the water boils, and then lean on the console to check the time.

After raising his eyes, his eyes unconsciously fell on someone leaning on the back of the sofa waiting to be fed.

Si Chen raised his face, put his head on the back of the sofa, and stepped on the edge of the sofa with his long legs curled up. He was tall, and the sofa seemed a little cramped.

For an art student like Gu Xinghuai, Si Chen belongs to the golden ratio, and the profile lines are extremely beautiful, with a heroic spirit.

But the jaw line is very soft, and it will catch people's attention unconsciously when it is quiet like that.

Except for that old scar, entrenched on his forehead, so abrupt.

Gu Xinghuai didn't think that scar was disgusting or scary. When he first saw that scar, his heart was full of regrets, and it was the first thought he had of the beauty being destroyed.

But later, he seemed to understand why the man chose to cover up the scar.

It was like Si Chen's shadow that would always follow Si Chen, and it seemed to remind the man of those unbearable memories under Wang Beishan's discipline.

For example, the person who insults Si Chen regardless of the occasion, the person who only wants to get the best out of his child, the father who is reluctant to spend money on medicine.

For Si Chen, it was like an inescapable nightmare in the past, even now.

Therefore, he chose not to face it, chose to put a hard shell on himself, and chose to lick the wound alone.

Even if he is so insecure and eager to get out of loneliness, he doesn't want to take a step because of the unknown harm that may come.

An indescribable emotion surged into Gu Xinghuai's heart, he wanted to scold Si Chen and the so-called family members by their ears, and even beat him to vent his anger.

The man pressed his right hand on the ice towel, and the broken hair on his forehead fell down with his movements. The floor lamp next to the sofa was the only light source in the living room, and it cast a soft warm light through the lampshade, enveloping the man for nothing. The phantom seems to be broken at the touch of a touch.

Gu Xinghuai suddenly realized that he shouldn't be sympathizing with Si Chen...

——but feeling distressed.

It seemed that he stared at it for a long time, Si Chen opened his eyes abruptly, and turned his head towards Gu Xinghuai, then he looked away, feeling flustered for some reason.

Gu Xinghuai stirred the rice in the pot, part of it had bloomed, and it should be softer and easier to swallow after about 10 minutes.

During the period, Gu Xinghuai replaced Si Chen with new ice cubes, and then measured the temperature again, and the fever was already showing a tendency to subside, 38 degrees 2.

Gu Xinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, this was the first time he took care of a patient with a fever, and it seemed that he didn't need to call a private doctor.

……

After the porridge was cooked, Gu Xinghuai took out a small bowl and put it on a spoon to stir it. He didn't dare to fill it too much because the edge was still a bit hot to the touch.

The young man went over with the bowl, Si Chen should have smelled the aroma of rice, he straightened up, put the towel aside:

"Can I eat?"

"Well, it's just a little hot, you..."

Gu Xinghuai was about to tell Si Chen where the bowl and spoon were, when the man frowned: "Then feed me."

"Ok?"

"Didn't it mean it was hot... I can't see it, it would be bad if it was spilled."

Gu Xinghuai was convinced by these words, it's not like he hasn't seen a sick patient before, so he nodded: "Okay."

Gu Xinghuai picked up the bowl, scooped up half a scoop with a spoon, then lowered his head and blew until the porridge on it stopped emitting heat, and then said:

"Open your mouth."

Si Chen opened his mouth obediently, and then he put the spoon in. He felt that the man seemed to hold it in his mouth before moving the spoon, but there was always a slight deviation between the ideal and the reality.

The porridge on the side of the spoon rubbed against Si Chen's mouth when Gu Xinghuai took it out, and there was still a grain of rice sticking to it.

"Wait a minute, the corner of my mouth is stained." Gu Xinghuai reminded aloud, thinking that the next spoonful should be a little less.

Hearing this, Si Chen stuck out his tongue and licked it, but the young man was not very proficient when he was feeding him just now, he felt that the corners of both mouths were wet, so he had to choose one side at random.

"No, it's... the left side."

"left?"

Probably because he was still not clear-headed, Si Chen reacted when he heard this, and Gu Xinghuai couldn't help laughing when he saw the man's expression, his expression was so cute.

Gu Xinghuai simply put the spoon back and raised his hand to help the man wipe it off: "Forget it, I..."

The voice stopped, and Gu Xinghuai's mind went blank for a moment.

As soon as the fingertip touched the corner of the man's mouth, he was licked by the same protruding tongue of the man, along the fingertip to the fingertip, leaving a trace of wetness.

The little snake also seemed to be taken aback, and quickly shrank back.

The touch was fleeting, but he felt that his fingertips seemed to be on fire, and the other hand holding the hot porridge was not so hot, and even his entire face seemed to be on fire.

- Foul Hey!

After a while, Si Chen said quietly: "Isn't it clean yet?"

Only then did Gu Xinghuai regain his thoughts, and wiped his hands with a wet tissue, as well as the border he had accidentally wiped on Si Chen's face: "Okay."

Afterwards, the young man was about to continue feeding the porridge, this time his expression was a little more focused, and he muttered in his heart that there would be no more mistakes.

Si Chen on the side questioned: "Did I lick something just now? It's yours..."

Gu Xinghuai shook his hands, his ears were slightly red: "Don't talk when you drink porridge!"

——Stop talking, please.

The author says:

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