After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

Because of a sudden fever, Mr. Yan, who is paw-clawed and abusive, has now turned into a cat that can be ravaged by others. When he is lying motionless, his face is still a bit pleasing to the eye.

Although she was so thin that her cheeks were slightly sunken, she looked a bit like a kitten before she got her cheeks, which affected her appearance a little, but overall it was harmless, and she was still a star face that attracted worldwide attention.

And it's a very recognizable one, not a cookie-cutter fresh meat.

But once Yu Heng connects him with those remarks on Weibo, for some reason, a grinning expression with bared teeth will always appear in his mind.

Coupled with Mr. Yan's face, it would be a little scary.

He shook his head, saw that there was still more than half of the fluid to be infused, then lowered his head and continued to play with his phone.

The two girls who had been staring at him before also continued to stare at him, and secretly took a photo of him while he was not paying attention.

Yu Heng played two games wholeheartedly, so he didn't notice it.

He Yanzhi didn't know whether it was because of the thin blood vessels or what. The infusion was especially slow. The nurse finally pulled out the needle until after three o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, Yu Heng was already so hungry that he wanted to go out immediately Dayton restaurant.

However, his first task now is to safely escort a patient who has lost his mobility home, and there must be no mistakes.

Suddenly, I felt that earning the 6 yuan was not so easy.

Yu Heng half-carried someone back home from the hospital. Just after entering the house, He Yanzhi, who had been quiet all this time, woke up again. He frowned and didn't speak, only pointing at him in the direction of the bathroom.

Yu Heng thought he needed to go to the bathroom after getting too much infusion, but who knew that as soon as he was brought in, this guy started to retch while grabbing the sink.

Oh, the infusion on an empty stomach irritated the stomach.

What a delicate body.

Yu Heng patted him on the back expressionlessly: "I told you to drink porridge and you didn't drink it, are you feeling better now?"

He Yanzhi retched for a long time, but didn't spit out anything. He could only stare at Yu Heng with a face of "I'm so uncomfortable, I'm going to die", to express his dissatisfaction that "I'm so sad that I'm going to die, and you're going to make trouble".

Seeing that he still had the strength to stare at people, Yu Heng probably had the fever subsided and regained his energy, so he pressed him to help him wash his hands, deliberately avoiding the needle holes on the back of his hands, and carried him to the sofa in the living room to put him down: "You Take a break, I'll make some porridge for you, drink it before going to bed."

He Yanzhi didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. He was still wearing Yu Heng's windbreaker, and now he took it off and put it aside, and he also lay down.

Yu Heng made porridge and came out of the kitchen. He immediately saw someone lying on the sofa without permission, with nothing covered, even his clothes were not arranged, and his belly was exposed.

He suddenly frowned, threw the blanket on him, and taught condescendingly: "I said, do you feel uncomfortable all day if you don't die? Knowing that you are weak, you still don't take good care of yourself. You just came back from the hospital and started to catch cold again. Do you especially enjoy the feeling of needle infusion? Do you shake M?"

He Yanzhi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a smirk: "Children nowadays really know a lot—so what, I don't think you are an S, we are not worthy."

Yu Heng: "..."

Suddenly want to give up the pick and leave.

However, in order to earn 6 yuan from his brother, he could only swallow his anger and indulge this eccentric and willful employer infinitely.He tried to take a deep breath, and suddenly leaned over and put his arms on the arm of the sofa where someone was sleeping.

This posture immediately encloses He Yanzhi's whole body, he shrinks his neck instinctively, but the other party reluctantly leans forward and whispers in his ear: "How do you know I'm not an S?"

He Yanzhi: "..."

"It's just because you are weak and sick, so I can't do anything to you," Yu Heng smiled deeper, and reached out to rub the other's earlobe, touching a small ear hole, "If you are sick, be obedient and have a good rest. What are you trying to cover up by forcibly giving yourself a scumbag image like this? To be honest, I don't care at all."

He Yanzhi: "..."

The great Mr. Yan was confused by the little bodyguard's words. He blinked blankly, but he didn't know where to start.

Because Yu Heng got too close, he could almost feel the other person's breath spraying on his face, which overloaded the CPU he had just cooled down - crashed.

Half a minute later, he finally grasped the least important point, and said with a guilty conscience, "What did you just... say? What the hell?"

Yu Heng took a step back, recalling his own words, thinking that Mr. Yan's focus is really peculiar, he laughed again: "Why, you can't even stand up, don't you want to be a 0, and have ambition to be a 1? "

He Yanzhi: "..."

Speechless.

However, he always felt that the other party was mocking him.

The words "can't stand up" seem to be a little ambiguous.

After Yu Heng said this, he ran back to the kitchen. He Yanzhi was lying on the sofa alone, his eyes still chasing his back.

Mr. Yan thought to himself: College students nowadays are not easy.

Yu Heng, a not-so-simple college student, went to cook porridge for Mr. Yan, leaving behind an equally not-so-simple cat wandering around beside the sofa, as if looking for something.

Daju flicked his hairy tail, meowed twice, then raised his head suddenly, exerted force with his hind paws, and jumped up——and landed precisely on Mr. Yan's stomach.

"Hiss..." He Yanzhi was almost trampled into a mince pie by the cat, and felt his stomach was sucked in by it. If it wasn't for the fact that there was nothing in the stomach, he would have to spit it out on the spot.

Mr. Yan, who can even bully cats, got angry from his heart for a moment, grabbed Daju's fate by the nape of his neck, and lifted it up——

I found that I couldn't carry it.

A fifteen-pound cat is really not that easy to carry.

Daju seemed to have sensed someone's emotions, he retracted his paws, looked at him with those pretty cat eyes, and gave an innocent "meow".

He Yanzhi stared at it for a while, and then let go of his hand again.

Forget it, he has a lot of adults, and he doesn't care about an animal.

Daju was thrown away by him, but he still didn't dare to act rashly, and observed him secretly for a while, and found that this person really didn't have the urge to "kill cats and eat meat", so he started to push forward - rubbed his head against the opponent's chin .

He Yanzhi has never had a good impression of small animals, so he turned around when he saw that it was "Yu Heng's cat". It was fine to just lie on him, but he even came to rub his face...

He pushed the cat away in a moment of displeasure: "Go away, go away, can you rub it if you see someone, I'm not your master."

Daju was disgusted by him, not discouraged at all, he stuck out his tongue and started licking his fingers.

He Yanzhi: "..."

Mr. Yan, who was licked by a cat for the first time, did not dodge like a ghost—to be honest, it was not very pleasant, but being scratched by the barb on the cat's tongue...

It seems to be quite cool.

He Yanzhi, whose life has become extremely boring since the car accident, seemed to have suddenly discovered a little new fun, so he took the initiative to stretch out his other hand for the cat to lick.

Yu Heng came out of the kitchen halfway through cooking porridge, and happened to see such a scene.

What he had to admit was that Boss Yan's face was really attractive, and the cat seemed to complement each other perfectly when lying on him. One person and one cat seemed to have a sense of tranquility.

The premise is to ignore that this person is called He Yanzhi.

Yu Heng coughed: "Do you like to drink thick or thin?"

He Yan's hand paused without raising his head: "It's neither thick nor thin."

Yu Heng: "..."

This kind of answer is like asking people what to eat and answering "casual", which makes people grit their teeth and feel helpless.

He turned and went back to the kitchen. He Yanzhi was disturbed by him, and he was no longer in the mood to be licked by the cat. He pushed the cat aside, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Daju is quite Buddhist, and he lay down wherever he put him, and began to lick his own paws.

He Yanzhi is like a mobile phone that has been used for several years. His physical strength is the battery in the mobile phone. After using it, he suddenly gets hot, suddenly runs out of power, and suddenly shuts down.

You never know whether the remaining 30% of electricity is virtual electricity or real electricity, whether it can last for an hour or 5 minutes.

When Yu Heng brought out the porridge, he saw that the mobile phone ran out of battery because he played a game of "fun with cats", turned off and fell asleep.

The cat he teased lay on his lap and fell asleep too.

Yu Heng: "?"

So who is he cooking this porridge for?

The little bodyguard thought about it, and still risked being scratched to wake up his coquettish employer, and whispered in his ear as gently as possible: "Get up, it's time to eat."

He Yanzhi was in a daze, and was tricked by him to sit up, saw the porridge on the coffee table, and said impatiently: "Didn't your mother teach you, don't ask someone to wake up to eat when they are asleep, because you are not people hate."

"I'm sorry, my mother never taught me that." Yu Heng handed him a spoon, "Do you want to add sugar, or just pickles?"

"What?" Mr. Yan, who had never eaten "porridge and pickles" in his life, frowned inexplicably, "I don't have that at home."

"I bought it." Yu Heng took out "congee with pickles as standard" from the refrigerator, and took a bag of white sugar from the kitchen, and put them together in front of the other party, "You choose."

I don’t know where I heard a saying that if you want your child to eat a certain food that he doesn’t like, you must not force him to eat it. You just need to give him another food that he doesn’t like to eat even more, and let him eat it from time to time. If he had to choose between the two, he would most likely choose the former.

Because this will make him feel that he has the right to choose, and he is not forced to do so, so he eats the food willingly.

He Yanzhi took a look and took the sugar away decisively.

Yu Heng pulled the pickle plate in front of him, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, he saw the other party start to scoop sugar into the porridge.

a spoonful of...

two scoops...

three scoops...

Yu Heng watched him scoop up four large spoonfuls of white sugar with a look of shock, and couldn't help but say, "You... don't you think it's too much?"

"Nuuuuuuuuuuu?" He Yanzhi's tone was surprised, he stirred the sugar away and took a sip, "No ituaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Yu Heng: "..."

Has this person lost his sense of taste due to a car accident?

But at dinner yesterday, he behaved quite normally again.

Or... just like sugar?

For some reason, Yu Heng's eyes suddenly became deep when he looked at the other party.

I heard that people who lack love prefer sweets.