Han Yu

Chapter 9 Stomach Disorders

When Jin Jidong woke up, he was in the hospital. His brother stood by the bed with complicated eyes. Jin Jidong looked at him silently for a while and turned his head, "I know what you want to say, don't say it."

Jin Jiyan: "..."

Jin Jidong's experience of being beaten to the hospital for the first time was good enough, so when he was lying on the hospital bed, he still felt strange and unbelievable, and said straight to Jin Jiyan: "Brother, I want Han to release him." nice."

Jin Jiyan raised his eyebrows: "Can you beat him?"

Jin Jidong choked for a moment, and said harshly, "Who said it was one-on-one."

Jin Jiyan nodded: "Can you beat the Han family?"

"..."

"...Then what do you say?"

"Be patient first." Jin Jiyan looked at Jin Jidong's appearance of jumping, and comforted him: "Don't worry, what wronged you have suffered, and when did brother not help you get it back?"

Jin Jidong endured it and said: "...Thinking about it makes me aggrieved."

"I'm also very aggrieved." Jin Jiyan said quietly, Jin Jidong raised his eyebrows in surprise, it was the first time he saw Jin Jiyan's cold expression, "Jidong, he is treating us as a Monkeys are playing."

Jin Jiyan lowered his eyes, "When you recover from your injury, stay at home and don't go out these days."

Jin Jidong wanted to say something else, but Jin Jiyan gave him a smile: "Leave everything to my brother, and my brother will not let you suffer."

Jin Jidong looked at the sinister smile on Jin Jiyan's face and couldn't say anything. He had never seen Jin Jiyan angry before. Judging from this situation, Jin Jiyan seemed to be angry.He inexplicably had a bad premonition, wanted to ask something, but Jin Jiyan had already asked the nurse to take care of him and left.

Jin Jidong just looked at the white ceiling, inexplicably thinking of that person's cold eyebrows and cool smile at the corners of his lips.

His heart skipped a beat.

in fact……

What he said about love at first sight was true.

That's why it's so embarrassing.

This room, Han Fang, is complaining a lot. Because of his bad stomach, the dishes at home are all light according to Father Han's instructions, but since he ate heavy food at Qiao Yu's last time, he went home and took a look. Comparing the porridge and side dishes with the taste in his memory, Han Fang immediately felt that it was hard to swallow.

Han Fang himself is a very picky eater, and only eats what he wants. Once, Father Han jumped up and pointed at Han Fang in a panic and yelled: "You little bastard, thanks to your good family, otherwise I will be so capable at you." Cho would have starved to death long ago."

Finally got the chance. Father Han is not at home for lunch today. Han Fang asked Aunt Zhang to make some spicy food. He turned his face to look at Wen Yu behind him and asked, "What do you like to eat, teacher?"

Wen Yu looked at himself in Han Fang's eyes, and said in a daze, "I can do it."

Han Fang figured that the scholars might have a bland taste, so he asked Aunt Zhang to cook some light dishes.

Han Fang had a great time eating a meal. Seeing Han Fang's appetite, Wen Yu suddenly felt that the food in his mouth seemed to be chewing more deliciously.

Han Fang raised his brows: "Why do you keep staring at me when you don't eat?" When he said this, his cheeks were still bulging and chewing the food, which made people feel the urge to reach out and poke it.

Wen Yu's fingers trembled slightly, she lowered her head to cover up something, and said, "Do you like spicy food very much?"

Han Xin answered absently, wondering why the teacher was staring at his mouth just now, thinking so, he couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, and looking down at the few white and fat rice grains lying in his palm, he was suddenly speechless.

Wen Yu couldn't help but smile.

After eating, Han Fang leaned on the sofa in the living room and watched TV while pressing the remote control in boredom. Wen Yu was next to him with a textbook and prepared the topics for lectures to Han Fang in the afternoon.

However, it didn't take long for them to divide their labor and manage their own affairs, and Han Fang's stomach began to act like a monster.

There was medicine prepared at home, but Han Fang didn't see much effect after taking it, so he kicked the chair over annoyed, Aunt Zhang looked at Wen Yu's surprised look and said in a low voice: "Young master is usually like this, when it hurts I just like kicking things."

If others are in pain, they will calm down and toss as hard as Han Fang, this is his ability, whoever makes him feel bad, he will change the way to make others feel bad.

Wen Yu had seen Han Fang's self-willedness. Seeing that Han Fang was so annoyed that he was about to lift the table, sweat broke out from his forehead, his face was pale with pain, and his brows were furrowed. If someone who is familiar with Han Fang saw this scene, he would definitely be terrified.

After all, if the King of Hades is suffering, everyone will suffer with him, and there is no reason to allow you to feel better.

Wen Yu got up and poured a cup of warm water to Han Fang. Han Fang turned his face away, his lips trembling slightly: "Take it away."

"Drink it slowly."

Han Fang turned his head and stared at him for a while, then said hoarsely, "Hey me."

Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat following his words, the cup was close to his lips, some water was missed, slipped from Han Fang's chin, past his Adam's apple, which was sliding up and down, and got into his clothes, he lowered his eyes , the eyelashes are thick and slender, and the occasional slight trembling is pitiful.

Wen Yu inexplicably felt that his lips were a little dry.

He turned his face away and forced himself not to look at Han Fang, "Let me help you upstairs, it might feel better to lie on the bed."

"No need." Han Fang muffled, his voice was weak and listless, so pitifully fragile.

However, at the moment of silence just now, he was hugged by Wen Yu just like that.Han Fang looked at Wen Yu in disbelief, who pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "...if you recite your words, it will make your stomach feel even more uncomfortable."

Han Fang was shocked by the fact that he was being hugged by the princess, and for a moment he forgot the pain. He looked at Wen Yu in a daze, and the man who saw him blushed and pursed his lips awkwardly. It was obvious that the distance to the room was only more than ten meters , but Wen Yu felt that it was a bit long.

Han Fang looked at his blushing face and raised his eyebrows: "Teacher is so easy to be shy, did you not even talk about a girlfriend?"

Han Fang's breath brushed against Wen Yu's shirt, and Wen Yu felt that somewhere on his body the heat from Han Fang's breath was transmitted to him. The scorching heat made him a little overwhelmed, but also a little secretly nostalgic.

He put Han Fang on the bed, and the other party was still moaning and chirping, and kicked the wooden railings at the end of the bed. Seeing this, Wen Yu frowned, raised his face, and said in a stern tone: "You should lie down if you feel uncomfortable." If you do it, it will be even more uncomfortable."

Han Fang closed his eyes: "It's because of the pain that I want to save it and send it out."

Wen Yu heard the subtext - you think I want this?I even heard some grievances.

He walked over hesitantly, put his hand on Han Fang's stomach, and said a little uncomfortable, "Let me rub it for you, it will make you feel better."

Han Fang opened his eyes and smiled inexplicably, "Teacher really surprised me today."

He really didn't expect that Wen Yu would do these things for him that didn't matter to him.

Wen Yu didn't make a sound, and his hands were very gentle. Han Fang closed his eyes tiredly, and the sweat was still dripping down. It was obviously autumn, but the sweat had wet the pillow. It was obvious that he was still very uncomfortable, otherwise Han Fang wouldn't be able to Hui still frowned and closed his eyes with a sullen expression on his face.

Wen Yu heard Han Fang calling him in a low voice: "Teacher."

"Ok?"

"You sit down."

Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, and leaned towards Han Fang's bedside. Han Fang caught his body and leaned forward spontaneously, resting his head on him, and moaned, "It's uncomfortable when the pillow is wet."

Because of Han Fang's movements, Wen Yu also adjusted his posture and rubbed for him. Wen Yu looked down at Han Fang's closed eyes and frowning brows, and gently embraced Han Fang in his arms.

Although he felt a little ashamed of this pose.

The boy was held in the arms of the youth.

Han Fang didn't seem to notice it, his breathing was so light that it seemed that Wen Yu was the only one in the room, but Wen Yu could also really feel Han Fang's breath spraying on him, it was so hot that he seemed to be sweating, but it was also crisp. - It was so itchy that even Wen Yu's subordinates slowed down a beat, and looked down at Han Fang carefully.

Han Fang's skin is a bit fair, not particularly cloudy white, so people don't pay much attention to it. His eyelashes are very long, like a row of fine small fans, making people tickle. When Han Fang opened his eyes, his eyelashes stretched from Looking from the side, his face just matched the end of his eyes, perfectly outlined.

Wen Yu was a little dazed looking at it, feeling both incredible and unbelievable. He held this person in his arms, and this person looked very well-behaved in his arms, not the usual vigor and vigor, but with some The appearance of being sick and weak makes people feel soft-hearted.

Han Fang seemed to have fallen asleep, and his eyebrows gradually loosened. Wen Yu's hands were a little sore, but he still rubbed them gently. Touching Han Fang, his hands were extremely soft and gentle, as if he was dealing with a fragile treasure.

After a while, Wen Yu heard Han Fang suddenly say, "Teacher."

"Huh?" Wen Yu's voice lowered unconsciously, with a different kind of tenderness.

"You are so gentle."

Wen Yu's brows and eyes softened involuntarily, and a warm smile rose from the corner of his lips.

"Just like my mother."

"..."

Han Fang's mother died early, and Han Fang's impression of his mother is limited to a vague memory when he was three years old, but his father said that if he misses his mother, he should take a mirror to look at his face more, at least he It still crawled out of his mother's belly, no matter what, it still looks a bit like it.

Han Fang felt that today was not in vain, because he found the feeling of having a mother.

Stomach still hurts though.