After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

"...What?" He Yan was stunned, and blurted out, "Closer? How close? Negative distance?"

Yu Heng: "..."

Mr. Yan couldn't think enough to speak, and after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly turned his head and took a look.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them in the kitchen, and the other two didn't come over.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief—he didn't know if Professor Yu knew what "negative distance" meant, but his intuition told him that Yu Weiwei's younger sister must know.

Yu Heng saw that he looked frightened and frightened after speaking, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and teased him: "What's the matter, Mr. Yan, you don't dare to show off in someone else's house?"

He Yanzhi's gaze was a bit unfriendly: "How dare you yell in front of other people's father and sister in other people's homes?"

"How do you know that I don't dare?" Yu Heng started pouring dumplings into the pot, and brought back the distorted topic, "Negative distance is what you said, but I really don't mind trying it."

He Yanzhi: "..."

This brat really has no lower limit.

Mr. Yan, who prides himself on being in love, is not to be outdone, and sneers: "If you dare, I will."

"You said, don't regret it." Yu Heng smiled maliciously, "As a qualified bodyguard, I will definitely meet the various needs of the employer - when does Mr. Yan need special services?"

When He Yanzhi heard what he said, he suddenly felt a little timid. He glanced at the living room again, and decided to retreat for the time being. It was important to save his life: "No, I don't need it now. I will...notify you when I need it."

After he finished speaking, he controlled the wheelchair and was about to run out, but Yu Heng grabbed him: "Running after teasing is not a good habit."

He Yanzhi's expression was distorted, and he whispered: "This is your home."

Yu Heng looked upright: "What's wrong with my family?"

"It's nothing." He Yanzhi glared at him, and began to get angry, "That is, you tease me in front of your father..."

Just as he was saying this, he suddenly found that Yu Heng's gaze had shifted from himself to behind him, and a certain ominous premonition quickly struck him.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Yu Lisong's voice behind him: "Xiaoheng, cook less dumplings, your sister and I are full, we can't eat a few."

He Yanzhi trembled in fright—how could this man be like his son, walking without making a sound!

Is this thing also a family inheritance?

Yu Heng didn't change his face, and replied very naturally: "Okay, I thought I didn't have enough bags."

After Yu Lisong finished giving instructions, he went back to watch TV. He Yanzhi froze for a long time, not daring to move, and asked tremblingly, "Are you leaving?"

"Whether you're leaving or not, don't you know if you look back?" Yu Heng couldn't help but laugh, "As for it, although my dad is indeed a teacher, he really isn't the kind who squats at the back door of the classroom and grabs you to play with your phone."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Why is it even more terrifying to let him describe it like this?

He turned around to confirm that Yu Lisong had left, and then he regained his composure, and pressed his temple with some headache: "I think I'll stay at your house for three days, so I need to prepare a bottle of Quick-acting Jiuxin Pill."

"Obviously you are scaring yourself, so don't push it on others," Yu Heng didn't sympathize with him at all, "Even if you really finished talking just now, my dad will pretend not to hear you, don't worry."

He Yanzhi let out a heck, saying to himself that you know what I just wanted to say and you just draw conclusions.

He didn't want to pay any more attention to this bullying little bodyguard, so he turned to the side and went to the balcony.

There was no heating on the balcony, and he felt a chill as soon as he entered, and the place was not big, the wheelchair was very cramped here, and he couldn't use it at all.

Mr. Yan once again disliked "the small place at home is really troublesome", and even wanted to distribute his villas to them casually, so as not to live in this dilapidated residential area anymore.

But he was just thinking about it.

The only advantage of the balcony is probably that the windows are so big that you can clearly see the busy traffic outside.However, there were no cars on the night of the New Year's Eve, and the road was empty, only the street lamps still cast light and shadow dutifully.

This house is facing the street, so the location is actually not good, and the sound insulation effect is also poor. If you open the windows, you can hear the cars passing by on the road clearly.

There is a small park opposite the community. In front of the park is a square. He Yanzhi saw several people gathered in the square and setting off fireworks.

... She is very courageous, so blatant, she is not afraid of being caught.

Fireworks fly into the sky, because they are so close, it seems that the exploding fireworks are huge, as if covering the whole sky.

He propped his arms on the window sill, and looked out with his chin in his hand—clearly there was nothing to see, but he was in a daze unconsciously.

Yu Heng was cooking dumplings in the kitchen. He was putting the cooked dumplings on a plate, and he passed them behind him: "Help me get them."

Who would have thought that no one would pay attention to him.

Yu Heng looked back in surprise, only to find that He Yanzhi, who was still there just now, was gone. He looked in the living room suspiciously, but he did not find him.

So he had no choice but to bring the dumplings over by himself, beckon people to come over for dinner, and ask, "Dad, have you seen He Yanzhi?"

"No," Yu Lisong said in surprise, "What's the matter? Isn't he always with you in the kitchen?"

"...He didn't come out?"

"I didn't see him come out."

Yu Heng immediately locked the guy's location, went back to the kitchen and opened the balcony door, and saw him sitting there.

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, the color of the fireworks hit his face, like a sad handsome guy.

It's a pity that Yu Heng didn't care at all, he frowned: "I said, what are you doing on the balcony when you have nothing to do? It's so cold on the balcony, and you still wear so little, are you playing tricks?"

He Yanzhi looked back at him: "As for it, don't make me feel as if I'll freeze to death, save some face."

Yu Hengxin said that you still have such a thing as face with me, he said angrily: "Okay, you come out quickly, the dumplings are cooked."

After he finished speaking, he went to serve the remaining dumplings, but He Yanzhi was reluctant, so he could only leave the unfinished fireworks and prepare to go back.

As a result, he quickly discovered an embarrassing thing—the balcony was too narrow, and he could go in if his wheelchair could go in, but he couldn't turn around.

Mr. Yan was silent for two seconds, deciding that this is not a qualified balcony.

He had to "reverse", but he didn't know where he hit, and the wheelchair got stuck.

He Yanzhi: "..."

Is it easy for him to be a disabled person?

The light on the balcony was not turned on, and he couldn't reach the switch on the wall. He couldn't see where it was stuck, and he still couldn't free himself after trying blindly for a long time.

On the first day when he came to other people's house, he was so embarrassing, President Yan's self-esteem was severely hit.

Yu Heng waited for him who hadn't seen him for a long time, thinking to himself if he was being a coward or something, wouldn't his father almost bump into him and say something that shouldn't be said, is the big star afraid of such a thing?

He got up again and went to the balcony to call for someone. Just as he was about to speak, he heard He Yanzhi say: "Yu Heng, hurry up, help me, I'm stuck."

Yu Heng: "..."

How fresh it is, you can get in but you can't get out.

He stretched out his hand and dragged the wheelchair, and successfully dragged a trapped animal out of the balcony: "Go in when you know it's narrow, that's not how you go in despite difficulties. If there's no one at home, are you going to get stuck here?" night?"

He Yanzhi knew he was wrong, and was as quiet as a cat, not daring to refute.

The two returned to the dining table—everyone had eaten a lot at the New Year's Eve dinner, and they were still full, so the four of them didn't even finish two plates of dumplings, but drank a lot of wine.

Dumplings are paired with wine, the more you drink, the more you drink, and the more you drink, the more talk begins. Professor Yu Da, who was already chattering, has completely turned into a chatterbox.

He Yanzhi's head hurt when he heard it. The professor's words were too professional, and he couldn't understand them at all.

This is the same feeling as Yu Heng read Sixiu and Mao Gai to him as bedtime reading.

It was already past midnight, Yu Lisong babbled, and accidentally babbled for another hour.At this time, He Yanzhi was drowsy from drinking, and he didn't know who and how he made the professor forcefully end the speech to give everyone relief.

Yu Heng actually drank a lot, but at least he was still sober, and he could serve his employer who was out of his body to wash up and put him to bed.

Then he yawned and lay down beside him: "Today I went to bed too late, I won't disturb you tomorrow, you get up later."

He Yanzhi responded, but he didn't know if he really heard it clearly. His consciousness was a little fuzzy, his mind was in a mess, and he said casually, "You haven't given me energy today."

Yu Heng didn't realize it all at once, and it took half a minute to realize that he was talking about his "little lover" Xiao Moule.

So he frowned: "Are you okay? You already have hundreds of energy bottles, and you want me to give you energy? And you have drunk so much, how can you still remember?"

He Yanzhi didn't pay attention at all, he raised his hand: "Don't forget to give it to me."

Yu Heng: "..."

He really can't get it. Where is the joy in this "hoarding of mice" behavior?

He shook his head helplessly, and turned on the phone to deliver a stamina bottle to Boss Yan, and then heard the other party say: "Yu Heng, I'm so hot."

"Let you drink so much wine?" Yu Heng touched his forehead and found that it was not hot, "Go to sleep, it won't be hot when you sleep."

He Yanzhi began to reach out to lift the quilt. If his legs could move, he would probably have used both hands and feet: "Is your quilt inferior? Why is it so hot?"

"...New cotton is hot, what do you know?" Yu Heng pressed his hand, "Don't move around, don't think about anything now, go to sleep."

He Yanzhi struggled to glance at him, then was overwhelmed by the surging sleepiness, and closed his eyes again.

Yu Heng pressed on top of him—this posture was a bit imaginative, and he didn't know why, maybe because he was drunk, he felt that the face in front of him was particularly attractive.

He Yanzhi drank too much wine, some blood appeared on his usually pale face, his lips were usually more colorful, and his lips became redder and whiter.

Yu Heng had to admit that this guy's appearance was quite capable, not at all inferior to those handsome little fresh meats that made fans scream, and even became more profound because of the baptism of more years.

There are not only things that float on the surface, but also things that sink deep.

Like a glacier, a corner of the sea is exposed, and there is a large uncultivated part under the sea.

Yu Heng watched, without realizing that he was getting closer and closer. The wine seemed to be some kind of catalyst, making his body act without the permission of his brain, lightly touching the other party's redder lips than usual. Kissed down.

He Yanzhi hadn't actually fallen asleep yet, the last bit of consciousness he felt felt a warmth on his lips, as if something soft had come up to him.So he felt a sudden shock and woke up suddenly.

Unexpectedly, when the man was caught on the spot, he didn't have any intention of backing down. Instead, he intensified and bit his lips.

He Yanzhi: "..."

what's the situation?

Did he drink too much, or did Yu Heng drink too much?