Fouls Prohibited

Huo Tinglan took care of Ye Hongjun's medical treatment in the United States.

Things went smoothly, and Ye Ci didn't bother him. He just signed several agreements as a family member of the patient and transferred Ye Hongjun out of the nursing home.

The seriously ill mother traveled across the ocean to seek medical treatment. Even if she knew that the accompanying team would take good care of her, she could not avoid worrying. So Ye Ci asked for leave from the school, and together with Huo Tinglan, accompanied Ye Hongjun on the plane to San Francisco.

At the end of last year, he was still in the state of dropping out of the province's second-year senior high school exam, and he missed it. This time, he will not be able to take the make-up exam in June. The holidays are so cramped for these few days. He brought a schoolbag of history and geography examination materials, and he even memorized them on the plane. His eyes were sore, he opened the window and looked at the sea of ​​clouds intertwined with cotton white and gray blue below, immersed in a peaceful and peaceful mood, quietly dazed .

The time for the exam was tight, and Ye Ci could only stay for three days after landing. Going abroad for the first time in his life, there is a sense of novelty, but thinking of whether he will see his mother in the next few months, he has no intention of wandering around, just clinging to Ye Hongjun like a little tail, where is his mother.

Three days passed quickly. Seeing that Ye Hongjun had settled down properly, Ye Ci also had to return home.

It is really not helpful to keep him here, there is a whole team to look after him, he can't even pass a thing, Ye Hongjun also started to push him back to school.

Seeing that Ye Ci still looked uneasy, Huo Tinglan continued to stay in San Francisco on the grounds of "handling some backlogs of the American subsidiary smoothly", and said that he could accompany Ye Hongjun to adapt for a while while handling official business, so as not to She was in a foreign country, and all she saw when she opened her eyes were strange faces, and she was emotionally unstable.

"...Originally, I have work to deal with here, I didn't lie to you." Huo Tinglan rubbed Ye Ci's head, it was still early before the boarding time, and he sent an assistant to accompany Ye Ci back to the country, not afraid that Ye Ci would not be able to get on the plane. Skilled, so don't be in a hurry to let him go at this moment, "If there is no such thing, I will have to find time to come here in June, it's the same."

"Then when, when do you plan to return to China?" Ye Ci forgot to ask before, hearing Huo Tinglan's understatement, he subconsciously thought it would only be a few days.

"I can't tell, it depends on when I'm done." Huo Tinglan estimated, "A week to half a month."

It's okay to deal with the matter of the subsidiary company later, but since we can't leave now, let's just do it.

Ye Ci was stunned, he picked out the schoolbag strap with his fingernails, and muttered: "That, so long."

"Too long?" Huo Tinglan lowered his eyes, looked at the corners of Ye Ci's lips that were drawn down like lead, teasing the child's bad thoughts, and the words gradually became wrong, "Yesterday I said to stay here for a while, to handle official business and accompany your mother at the same time, I was very happy to see you at the time, I thought it would be okay for me to stay longer..."

Ye Ci's brows drooped in embarrassment, and he defended in a low voice: "I thought so, it's only three to five days."

"You don't want me to spend more time with your mother?"

"No, no." Ye Ci shook his head violently, in a dilemma, hating himself for not being able to stay in San Francisco.

"No one will take care of you when you go back, take good care of yourself." Huo Tinglan softened his tone, and told some trivial things affectionately, "Don't smoke, don't stay up late, get up early to memorize if you want to memorize, eat three meals on time, If you have a temporary fever again, go to my room and lie down for a while, if you have anything to do," he paused, and said with a kind of malicious gentleness, "call me anytime, regardless of jet lag... Remember? "

Half a month of separation—this is still too much—he vividly reminded him of the effect of half a year of separation.

Ye Ci's chest heaved quickly a few times, and his few words were spoiled by the bad guy's farewell tone. He didn't know what to do, and his mouth was stupid, so he had to clamp Huo Tinglan's wrist, hooked his fingers firmly, and stared helplessly. To see him. The light pink eye sockets, the eyeballs are shining, like a kitten that has been spoiled by someone unknowingly, and it doesn't look too sticky on weekdays. When it comes to consciousness, it refuses to leave people. Touching the cuff of the person, coquettishly, meowing.

"Uncle Huo," he asked jerkyly, holding back his embarrassment, "can you, a little... come back earlier."

Huo Tinglan smiled: "Well, I will as soon as possible."

Ye Ci still did not let go.

Huo Tinglan asked softly and knowingly, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong, how obvious.

But Ye Ci couldn't say it, he had reached his limit, his red and tender lips seemed to have been boiled dry in just a few minutes, and they looked astringent.

A moment of silence.

Huo Tinglan said in a low voice, coaxingly: "Miss me?"

Ye Ci nodded slightly.

too soft.

Like a piece of water tofu, I wanted to poke it lightly with my finger to see it tremble softly, but unexpectedly it would collapse when I poked it.

After teasing the children, Huo Tinglan gathered up his broken conscience, gathered them into a small pile, and comforted him, "Try to do it for a week, okay?"

Time to get ready to board.

Ye Ci reluctantly followed the assistant.

five minutes later.

Huo Tinglan's cell phone rang.

He picked it up, it was a message from Ye Ci.

The short two words are the answer to the previous question, which is more clear than nodding.

[Ye Ci]: I miss you.

…

The night of the East Eighth District.

The screen of the video call was on, and the faint morning light of San Francisco barely penetrated the fog and spilled into Ye Hongjun's ward through the blinds.

Ye Hongjun waved at the camera with a smile, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect. After taking the new drug treatment, Ye Ci felt that her complexion was slightly better than before.

As soon as the camera turned, Huo Tinglan left the ward.

In order to have a video call with Ye Hongjun, Ye Ci had to go to bed late these days, which was legally staying up late.

After the video is connected, he will chat with Ye Hongjun for a while, and then have a video with Huo Tinglan for about ten minutes, so that he can go to bed in the first half of the night.

In order to accompany Ye Hongjun conveniently, Huo Tinglan set up a computer to work in the ward next to her in the past two days, and turned left when he went out, which was his temporary office in San Francisco.

"...Why is the light so dim?" Huo Tinglan closed the door, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recognized the wall behind Ye Ci, "Aren't you in your room?"

The color of the wall paint is obviously wrong.

The air conditioner is also familiar.

When the video was connected ten minutes ago, he didn't look at it carefully, and kept holding it up for Ye Hongjun to watch.

Ye Ci shook his head, his body was wrapped in a thin air-conditioning quilt, and he looked a little embarrassed: "I'm a little bit, I'm going to have a temporary fever..."

Huo Tinglan curled his lips: "In my room?"

"Yeah." Ye Ci uncomfortably closed the air-conditioning quilt on his body.

Huo Tinglan's eyes were poisonous, and he aimed at the thin foggy blue on his neckline, and smiled: "Is my room cold? It's so tightly wrapped."

Ye Ci was red from the face to the neck: "Yes, it's a bit cold."

More than a month has passed since that temporary marking.

Huo Tinglan's alpha pheromone left in his body has already metabolized most of it, the effect of the temporary mark has weakened, and Ye Ci's hormone disorder has also been alleviated a lot.

In short, the symptoms of temporary fever are not as severe as a month ago.

Judging from his state, he is clear-headed, his expression is managed normally, he is not as out of control as last time... Rubbing his arms around the quilt that Huo Tinglan slept on.

Huo Tinglan sat down at the temporary desk moved by his assistant, leaned against the back of the chair in a relaxed posture, pondered for a while, and asked a shameless question in a pure and innocent tone: "What are you wearing inside?"

—Ever since he saw Ye Ci's "missing you" at the airport that day, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Thinking of those two words made my chest burn with excitement. There was an old house that had been uninhabited for a long time, and it had already burned to the sky.

The gentleman's mask that was so hot that it was deformed was completely unsteady, and he had to hold it down with his hands, otherwise he would lose it with his face at any time without a trace.

"That's it," Ye Ci said flickeringly, "One, a piece of clothing."

"I know it's a piece of clothing..." Huo Tinglan was silent for a moment, and said shamelessly, "Why don't you sleep naked on my bed?" She twitched on the tip of her tongue and swallowed it—whether it's not sure, can't Crossing the line between flirting and harassing, just asking, "What clothes? Show me."

The tone was calm, so calm that he was almost absent-minded, as if he was just asking for something to say, rather than playing a hooligan secretly.

"Just... the shirt..." Ye Ci was very obedient, blushing and pulling down the air conditioner.

It's really not a shameful dress.

Just a shirt.

The misty blue linen material, the long pointed collar is retro and coquettish, and the polished seashell buttons are as moist as white jade.

...That was Huo Tinglan's shirt.

It's going to kill me.

Huo Tinglan's Adam's apple slowly slipped.

Ye Ci is 1.8 meters tall, and usually wears a school uniform of a suitable size. Although he looks thin, he is not weak.

But as soon as he put on his clothes, the whole person changed.

The still childish face is set off by the mature shirt, making it look more pure.

The wrist bones were obviously narrower than Huo Tinglan's, and the wrist protruding from the cuff was slender.

The muscles of the shoulders and back are also thin, and the fabric cannot support them.

…

not suitable.

But good looking.

It looks so small.

—a thought poured like petrol into a fire.

The fire soared to a higher level, and it was about to burn his reason.

Huo Tinglan cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse: "What's wrong with this shirt... Did they forget to wash it?"

"No, it was washed, cleaned." Ye Ci hurriedly defended, "I don't have any letters, pheromones, I just..."

He choked, and he didn't know where the courage came from, maybe it was the instigation during the fever period, or it became easier to say what was said once, or the entanglement that had been tossed and twisted these days finally had an answer...

Ye Ci lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look at the camera, and said softly: "That's it, these few days, I miss you so much."

A clean shirt satisfies not the glands but the spirit.

Suddenly, the screen went black.

Ye Ci covered the camera.

"Wearing what you wear, wear... just, feel like..."

Are you crazy?

this little thing...

Relying on him to stay far away?

Huo Tinglan tugged on his tie, almost unable to sit still: "Like what?"