After the Stand-in Shou Faked His Death

Xu Chengyan couldn't remember how long he stayed in that study, until it was almost dawn, he walked out of the study in a daze.

His eyes were slightly swollen, Xu Chengyan went to wash his face with cold water, and when he looked up at the mirror, he saw that he was very embarrassed in the mirror, his eyes were so swollen that he could see the traces of crying.

The body was too tired, Xu Chengyan returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed with closed eyes, but couldn't sleep.

As long as you close your eyes, the pictures of the husband and the young master will automatically appear in your mind.

After Xu Chengyan finally fell asleep, he would always wake up intermittently, and he couldn't sleep.

And the husband has not come back, he should be still with the young master in the hospital.

Xu Chengyan was on the bed, thinking for a long time by himself.

In the end, the one who still took the mobile phone called Mr.

After the call was connected, Xu Chengyan shouted, "Sir."

"Well." The voice on the other end of the phone was still a little cold.

Xu Chengyan controlled his emotions and said slowly, "Sir, I thought about it, we—"

After Xu Chengyan finished speaking, he heard a slight voice from the other end of the phone.

"He Yang, it's a little hot..."

"Put it on the table first and drink it later."

He Yang's voice was very soft, and he was talking to another person in a gentle tone.

Xu Chengyan listened to the movement on the phone and remained silent.

After a while, He Yang said to the phone, "Is there anything else?"

Xu Chengyan lowered his head and said a few syllables with some difficulty: "No more."

He Yang said again: "Uncle Zhou will go back next time and help me get something."

"Okay." Xu Chengyan responded.

And just before hanging up the phone, Xu Chengyan suddenly thought of something, and quickly said: "Sir, I will make wontons one last time, let Uncle Zhou bring it over."

He Yang on the other end of the phone didn't care, he just said casually, "Yeah."

After the call ended, Xu Chengyan slowly got up, went to the kitchen, and rummaged in the refrigerator.

There was just the last portion of wontons left in the refrigerator. Xu Chengyan cooked the wontons and packed them in a thermal insulation box.

Not long after, Uncle Zhou came back.

Uncle Zhou: "Young Master He asked me to bring my notebook."

Xu Chengyan went to the bedroom, put the laptop in the computer bag and packed it up. When he handed the computer bag to Uncle Zhou, he asked casually, "Is Uncle Zhou going to the hospital?"

"Well." Uncle Zhou said, "Young Master He seems to be visiting friends in the hospital... He couldn't walk away, he said he wanted to work in the hospital."

Xu Chengyan lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, just gave the thermal insulation box to Uncle Zhou.

This may be the last bowl of wontons he made for Mr.

When Uncle Zhou came to the hospital, He Yang was eating with Shen Xiuzhu by the hospital bed.

There was a small dining table beside the bed with some light dishes on it, but Shen Xiuzhu only ate a little, then put down his chopsticks and didn't eat any more.

He Yang glanced at the dining table and found that most of the dishes had not been touched with chopsticks, so he asked, "Don't you like it?"

"No." Shen Xiuzhu shook his head a little, and whispered a little embarrassedly: "It may be because I have a cold and have no appetite..."

"Put more clothes on and don't catch a cold next time."

"I will pay attention." Shen Xiuzhu laughed, revealing small dimples on his face.

He Yang: "Sleep for a while?"

"Hmm." Shen Xiuzhu obediently came down, laying on the bed and covering the quilt.

The nurse took away the dinner plate on the table, and Uncle Zhou also handed over the computer bag.

"Young Master He." Uncle Zhou put the insulation box on the table again, opened the lid, and said, "Mr. Xu asked me to bring the wontons."

He Yang glanced at it, and as soon as he took the spoon, he suddenly heard a violent cough coming from the hospital bed.

Shen Xiuzhu curled up in a ball on the bed with a painful expression, looking a little uncomfortable, and because of the cough, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He Yang quickly leaned over, patted Shen Xiuzhu lightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Xiuzhu's eyes were red, and it took a while to calm down. He propped himself up a little, glanced at the wontons on the table, and said weakly, "Maybe the wontons smell a little oily, and they don't smell very comfortable..."

He Yang glanced at the insulation box on the table and said lightly, "Uncle Zhou, take the things away."

"Huh?" Uncle Zhou was taken aback for a moment, but he still came down, "Okay."

Uncle Zhou put away the insulation box and prepared to take it back.

Shen Xiuzhu grabbed He Yang's arm and said, "Actually, it's not bad, just endure the taste and don't need to take it away."

He Yang looked over, helped Shen Xiuzhu cover up with the quilt, and said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it."

It's just a bowl of wontons anyway.

He Yang stayed in the hospital until the evening, until it was confirmed that Shen Xiuzhu was in a better condition, and then he left.

When I got back to the apartment, it was pitch black.

Turning on the light, He Yang was about to go back to the bedroom when he suddenly noticed a figure sleeping on the sofa.

The black-haired young man was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, and was sleeping soundly. He only had a loose nightgown on his body, and the neckline was still open.

On the table next to it, there was the insulation box containing the wontons.

He Yang walked over to the sofa and whispered, "Yanyan."

Xu Chengyan woke up in a daze, and his consciousness was still somewhat awake, "Sir?"

He Yang asked: "How do you sleep on the sofa?"

"Wait for Mr. to come back." Xu Chengyan said, stood up, glanced at the insulation box on the table again, and asked, "Do you want to eat something tonight, sir?"

He Yang: "I have eaten."

The tone of the conversation between the two was still the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

He Yang stretched out his hand, rubbed the young man's head, noticed that the other person's eyes seemed to be a little red and swollen, and asked, "What's wrong with the eyes?"

Xu Chengyan held the hand beside his face and said in a low voice, "Sleep for too long during the day, and it's a little swollen."

He Yang looked at the docile young man in front of him, and because the nightgown on the youth was not properly worn, from his perspective, he could see the scenery inside the nightgown completely.

He Yang didn't say a word, just leaned over a little, pressed on the young man, and put a hand in from under the nightgown.

Xu Chengyan also understood what the man wanted to do, and obediently lay on the sofa, cooperating with the man's movements.

The suit jacket was thrown on the floor, He Yang crouched on the young man, bowed his head and left a hickey on the young man's white collarbone.

Xu Chengyan raised his head, humming softly in his throat, hugging the man's shoulder with one hand, and touching the man with the other hand.

"Sir." Xu Chengyan hooked his tie, looked up, and asked, "Do you want to use a tie?"

"Yeah." He Yang took off his tie and covered the peach blossom eyes of the young man.

The body temperature was getting higher and higher, Xu Chengyan hugged the man's shoulder and cooperated abnormally.

Immerse yourself in joy.