Fouls Prohibited

Ye Ci flipped through the exercise set, found a few types of questions that Huo Tinglan had mentioned, and did it on his own.

After working on the questions for a while, his mood finally calmed down. Ye Ci raised his head and looked at Huo Tinglan several times, wanting to thank him when his eyes coincided with each other. Take your chance.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Ci called softly: "Mr. Huo..."

He has been living in Huo's house for so long, and he almost never took the initiative to talk to Huo Tinglan. In the few exchanges, Huo Tinglan spoke first and he answered, so he never called Huo Tinglan anything.

Huo Tinglan had been watching him from the corner of his eye for a long time, and as expected, he waited for an awkward "Mr. Huo".

In the previous life, Ye Ci was also like this.

From the acquaintance to the ambiguous period in the pursuit, there will always be a polite and unfamiliar "Mr. Huo". After getting acquainted with Huo Tinglan, he couldn't resist Huo Tinglan, and finally changed to calling her by his first name, but even in the most intimate period, he only called her by his first name, and refused to call him anything else. After being teased hard, her face flushed like a spring peach, her head was lowered, she clenched her fingertips in embarrassment and remained silent. After many times, Huo Tinglan knew that he really couldn't yell, not only because of his personality, but also due to language barriers, so he couldn't bear to tease him like that anymore, so he had to settle for the next best thing, comforting himself to call him by his first name was enough for intimacy.

Huo Tinglan pondered for a while, put down the file, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, tapped the table with his fingertips, did not respond to the "Mr. calls me."

"...Really?" Ye Ci felt uncomfortable.

Huo Tinglan's tone was neutral: "Why is it so formal... I thought you were looking for me to discuss business."

Ye Ci fell silent, lowered his eyes, showing shame.

Anyway, they are married after all, and they live under the same roof. He called it like this, which clearly shows that he is unfamiliar with Huo Tinglan...

He felt that Huo Tinglan was a little unhappy.

But he really didn't know how to call it.

"Next time," Huo Tinglan thought about his expression, with a smile in his eyes, he tentatively said, "Uncle Huo."

There is a twelve-year age difference, one is a member of society, the other is a student, and Huo and Chu's two elders are of the same generation, it is indeed reasonable to be called "Uncle", and the most important thing is that Huo Tinglan has always been itching for this title.

In some cases... works wonders.

"..." Hearing Ye Ci's words, his jaw line was tense, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and there was an awkward aura of "no next time" all over his body.

After a few seconds.

He turned his face away, and gave a very soft "hmm".

Ye Ci in this period has baked the cold and thin ice shell outside, and the little things hidden inside are so obedient and soft...

Huo Tinglan turned his eyes back, scanning the documents calmly as if nothing had happened, except that the corners of his lips curled up slightly, barely visible.

…

He intentionally didn't ask Ye Ci just what he was asking him to do. Five minutes later, Ye Ci really regrouped and shouted eagerly, "Uncle Huo..."

Huo Tinglan smiled, and a deep syllable came out of his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, strictly speaking, has passed the age of using the repeated word "Uncle XX". He thought that with Ye Ci's awkward temper, he would definitely find a way to call him stiffer, but he didn't expect that he would not say a single word. Difference.

With a clear, youthful voice, full of annoyance and shame, but also obedient, he softly called uncle...

Huo Tinglan sighed softly.

It's really killing me.

"Thank you for your hard work today. You told me... so many questions." Ye Ci typed up the draft and finished it in one go.

"You're welcome," Huo Tinglan collected himself, closed one document and opened another, "If you don't know anything, feel free to ask."

Ye Ci looked at the thick stack of documents in his hand: "You are busy at work, aren't you?"

"It depends on whether you're busy or not," Huo Tinglan said calmly.

Ye Ci was clear, thinking he meant that he was busy and free, not sure.

Huo Tinglan signed the contract in a few strokes, and completed the second half of the sentence: "The study is important, and I'm not busy if you come to ask questions."

He looked calm, as if he was speaking very ordinary words, but Ye Ci seemed to have been hit hard, and he squeezed out two modal particles in a daze: "...uh, um."

Even if he has never seen the world... He has lived for eighteen years, and except for Ye Hongjun, no one has ever treated him so attentively.

He has always known how to deal with people who do not welcome him, just compare whose fists are harder.

But no one taught him how to get along with people who treat him well.

He wanted to get closer, and wanted to wait for the same kindness in return, but he was afraid of being clumsy and timid.

Huo Tinglan raised his eyes and saw Ye Ci murmured, unable to express a whole sentence, his heart softened, and finally withdrew his supernatural powers, and softly comforted him: "It's just a little effort, I won't bother me." He flicked his hand The document paper, sighed with a smile, "Thinking about these is more tiring than doing the questions... Just treat it as a change of mind for me, okay?"

"...Okay." Ye Ci's eyes trembled slightly, and he nodded seriously.

With Huo Tinglan's tutoring, Ye Ci saw hope, and his enthusiasm for studying came up. In addition to the homework assigned by the school, he also has to make up for the progress of the previous suspension. In order to complete the goals set for himself, he does not sleep until the early morning. After a week in a row, people are haggard, but the skin is still as fair as young bamboo shoots, but the two smudges of blue under the eyes are also particularly obvious.

Huo Tinglan was both relieved and distressed, fearing that Ye Ci would be overwhelmed, he went to the study to chase him away at eleven o'clock in the evening, and personally watched him go back to his room to rest.

Ye Ci promised obediently, but secretly put the papers folded into small tofu cubes into his pocket, got away with it, lit up the lamp in the bedroom and fought at night, and when he was sleepy, he slipped to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

He has always had little sleep, and his body can withstand the toss. In order to raise money for Ye Hongjun's medical treatment, he often worked day and night during the most difficult year. As soon as I opened my eyes, I had the strength to work again.

However, it may be that Huo Tinglan has spoiled him during this time, and after staying up late and studying hard for half a month, Ye Ci was really tired and sick.

This Friday, Ye Ci got up early as usual, got out of bed and dug out a few tablets of medicine from his schoolbag.

It was probably due to fatigue that led to low immunity, and the cold virus took advantage of it. In the past two days, he has been uncomfortable, with repeated fevers, sleepiness and fatigue, and his stomach has also been implicated, and his stomach is inexplicably sore and swollen.

Ye Ci picked out the pills, gathered a small handful in his palm, and swallowed them all at once.

Anti-inflammatory, anti-viral, fever-reducing and pain-relieving...

This outrageous drug habit was developed by him in the past two years. When he worked several jobs a day, he had a headache and had no time to go to the hospital. He simply took a broad-spectrum attack and took all the medicines that might be symptomatic. Sickness avoids delaying work.

What was different from the past was that this time the cold was quite stubborn. Ye Ci took the medicine for two days and it didn't work.

"Is Young Master Ye uncomfortable?" Uncle He asked with concern.

"It's okay." Ye Ci swallowed the porridge with the nausea in his mouth, and swallowed it, "It's just... a little burnt."

Uncle He looked at the flushed face and felt that it was not a low-grade fever, so he suggested: "I will tell Mr. Huo for you, ask him to take half a day off for you, and then call the doctor to come and see... What do you think? "

"No, don't bother...Thank you." Ye Ci got up and left the table.

He was afraid that Huo Tinglan would watch him sleep more strictly if he found out, but he really wanted to catch up with the progress of school as soon as possible.

As a result, Uncle He spread the word very quickly, and as soon as Ye Ci arrived at the school, Huo Tinglan called to confirm if there was really nothing serious.

"It's really all right...I'm taking medicine." Ye Ci walked out of the classroom and talked with his mobile phone in the corridor, his voice was extremely soft because he was wilted from the fever.

"What medicine?" Huo Tinglan asked.

To make people feel at ease, Ye Ci stammered out a list of drug names.

Huo Tinglan was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and said: "Overdose of cold medicine may cause liver and kidney damage, don't you know?"

Ye Ci was slightly taken aback, he really didn't know.

What kind of liver and kidney damage... He had never heard of it before, so he knew that it would heal quickly.

Huo Tinglan sighed softly and asked, "...how much is your body temperature?"

"I didn't measure it..." Ye Ci heard that Huo Tinglan was unhappy, and hurriedly said, "Ken, it must be a low-grade fever."

He said it was a low-grade fever, but he had no idea about the temperature of the fever. Anyway, if he didn't have a fever and lay down, he would treat it as a low-grade fever.

"Low fever..." Huo Tinglan knew that Ye Ci's definition of "low fever" was different from ordinary people, so he frowned and ordered, "Go to the infirmary to measure it, take a photo of the thermometer and send it to me after the measurement, if the fever is severe, I will pick you up. "

"It's really unnecessary," Ye Ci licked his lips, "This morning, it's all about the main subject, I, I want to go to school..."

Huo Tinglan interrupted him rarely, with a cold tone and a low voice: "Do you want me to measure it for you personally?"

Ye Ci was slightly stunned. It was the first time that Huo Tinglan spoke to him in such a tone after being together for so long. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "No, no, I... measure it myself."

He dragged himself to the infirmary, feeling dizzy with a burning head, and his legs were weak from the pain in his lower abdomen. His symptoms were even worse than before he took the medicine in the morning. He asked the school doctor for an electronic thermometer, and sat on the edge of the bed to take his temperature, fiddling with his phone absently. When the fingertips slid across the three words "Uncle Huo" in the call log, an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in my heart.

It's about... warm.

The whole person seemed to have shrunk into a small ball, held tightly by a pair of warm palms.

A completely strange feeling.

At this time, the electronic thermometer beeped.

39 degrees 5.

Heart warmed by that warmth, Ye Ci pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, finally did not try to be brave, and honestly took a photo and sent it to Huo Tinglan.

In just two or three seconds, the other side returned quickly.

[Huo Tinglan]: Wait for me.

After a while, fearing that Ye Ci would try his best, he sent two more.

[Huo Tinglan]: I will take you to the hospital now, and I can make up for you the missing lessons.

[Huo Tinglan]: Be good.

It was a coaxing tone.

Ye Ci was taken aback.

he is a boy...

What is good or not.

He was so coaxed into fidgeting that he covered his face with one hand, afraid that the school doctor would look at him.

The skin exposed between the fingers was already glowing red.

The author has something to say:

Cubs: 39 degrees 5.

Uncle Huo's heart ached, and he was about to greet his relatives.

Straight male resignation: Niu, Niu b.

Uncle Huo: ...

Mr. Huo has officially become Uncle Huo. Calling Uncle Huo has miraculous effects on certain occasions. What is the specific occasion? The review is staring at the editor, but the editor dare not say