Exercise.

The relationship between Jian Jia and Chen Bosheng turned out to be good, and they could spend the night at each other's houses?

After Fang Tian finished being shocked, he asked: [What is Jian Jiasheng's illness, is he better?] ]

Chen Bosheng: [I have a fever, I have called a doctor.] ]

Fang Tian: ......

Take a closer look, there seems to be a shocking gossip in it.

In the middle of the night, Jian Jia had a fever in the middle of the night in 187 and 8-pack abs than at home, and even a private doctor called him.

It's hard not to let people hallucinate what kind of domineering president forces love late at night.

And it was until three o'clock in the morning.

The great god deserves to be a great god, and that aspect is also bigger and stronger.

Fang Tian replied: [Then you two have a good rest (hug)]

Fang Tian: [Pay attention to your body!] Young people need to know how to control (embrace)]

Jian Jia was lying on the bed, tired from the chrysalis.

He still doesn't know that his pure Sino-Russian friendship with Chen Bosheng has been sublimated into an improper male-male relationship with Fang Tian.

When the private doctor came, it was already half an hour later.

The doctor gave Jian Jia a simple examination, measured the temperature to be about 39 degrees, and hung a bottle of fever drip for Jian Jia.

After hanging up the drip, Jian Jia glanced at Chen Bosheng and said, "Senior brother, go to sleep, I'll just watch the drip myself." ”

"I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep." Chen Bosheng made up his mind to stay here, continued with the scene just now, and paused: "I want to stay and take care of my little wife, can't I?" ”

Jian Jia didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to this wave of impromptu performances by the domineering president's wife.

After being stunned for a moment, he laughed out loud and gave a thumbs up: "I'm moved." Boss Chen is domineering. ”

The alarm clock on the bedside table moves forward minute by minute.

The room was quiet and could be heard even the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

Jian Jia thought that Chen Bosheng would play games to pass the time, but he didn't even take his mobile phone.

just sat on the sofa next to the bed, raising his eyelids and staring at Jian Jia's bits and pieces.

It seems that if one second less staring, something can happen to Jian Jia.

In addition, Chen Bosheng's gaze occasionally fell on Jian Jia's room.

This was the first time he had stayed in Jian Jia's bedroom for so long, and there was a very faint white peach fragrance in the air, which was the smell of his body.

Jian Jia's room was almost the exact opposite of his.

Obviously it is the same decoration, but Chen Bosheng's room is only black and white, like a delicate and gorgeous coffin board. On the contrary, Jian Jia's room, he only lived in it for less than three months, and the second bedroom was furnished with a new look.

Wool carpets in soft and warm colors, floor-to-ceiling snack shelves and easels, scented candles on the bedside table, exclusive pillows at the bedside that are custom-made according to Beibei's fat cat, and greenery on the balcony and a night light in the corner.

It constitutes a small world full of warmth, warmth and security.

Chen Bosheng nested in the single sofa and occupied Beibei's throne on weekdays.

Bei Bei had no choice but to lie at Chen Bosheng's feet with a heavy burden of humiliation, and two cat's paws were on his slippers.

Very comfortable utopia.

Chen Bosheng is habitually taciturn, and Jian Jia can't stand the silence when he is alone.

It didn't take long for him to try to stir up the topic and ask, "Senior brother, don't you play games?" ”

"Cleared."

“…… All right. ”

Then you're so tugging.

Jian Jia touched the tip of his nose with a hand that didn't have a needle, and he didn't know why, but suddenly said, "Senior brother, thank you." ”

"What's wrong?" Chen Bosheng looked at him.

It may be that the night is too gentle, Jian Jia is actually a character who is good at digesting emotions internally and rarely exposing herself.

Tonight, I didn't know what was going on, but once again I had the desire to talk, and muttered: "After my mother died, no one stayed with me when I was sick for a long time." ”

This is the first time Jian Jia has taken the initiative to mention his past.

Chen Bosheng listened very quietly and lowered his eyes.

"Senior brother, you used to be attached to the middle school, maybe you heard a little about me?"

"Hmm."

Chen Bosheng did not deny it.

After all, the murder of Ren Shuhe was almost spread throughout the school.

Jian Jia still remembers that it was a gloomy day, and the sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain.

When the first thunderbolt exploded, the head teacher Lao Zhao knocked on the door and interrupted their physics class almost in embarrassment.

Jian Jia withdrew her gaze from the blackboard and landed on the head teacher's tearful and panicked face.

He heard Lao Zhao's always rational voice trembling: "Xiao Jia, the teacher has something to tell you." Your mother—"

"Boom-" sounded.

The second lightning bolt nearly tore through the sky, a large hole in the sky was broken, and torrential rain poured down.

The thunder exploded, and the blood on Jian Jia's face faded, and even his soul turned extremely pale. Such a loud thunder didn't suppress Mr. Zhao's low sobs: "Your mother has an accident." ”

Jian Jia sometimes felt that she couldn't remember the details of what happened at that time.

The psychiatrist had told him that his brain had forcibly erased a memory that he least wanted to recall in order to protect himself. It is also known as post-traumatic stress disorder amnesia.

But sometimes when he recalled those fragments, he felt that when Ren Shuhe fell to the ground, the few blood beads on his eyelashes could be counted clearly.

The news of that day can still be found on Yunjing's official website.

There is only a short sentence: When Comrade Ren Shuhe, the mayor of our city, went home to pick up documents at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, he was burglarized, and the two had an argument, and Comrade Ren Shuhe was unfortunately killed.

It's as simple as that, burglary.

After being discovered by Ren Shuhe, who came back suddenly, the thief killed people directly because he was too nervous.

Even, this thief didn't know Ren Shuhe's identity.

He may have just chosen a random family to steal because he was short of money today. As the book says, the most brutal crimes often have the simplest motives for committing crimes.

For ordinary people, suffering doesn't even have to be too painful, and the accidental thoughts of a madman can ruin a family's life.

"Sometimes I think about it, but I can't figure it out." Jian Jia sighed and said the sentence that he had repeatedly questioned himself 10,000 times in his mind: "Why me, the world is so big, why is it me." ”

Chen Bosheng was silent for a while before he spoke: "Jian Jia......"

Jian Jia had already laughed and said briskly, "But this is all in the past. It's just that I'm sick today, and I keep remembering some of the past. ”

The bedroom was quiet again.

The drip worked, and Jian Jia felt a little sleepy. He yawned, and his eye sockets moistened physiologically.

He opened his mouth and muttered, "What's the matter, the atmosphere seems to have been made a little serious by me?" ”

Jian Jia disliked heavy vibes the most.

"Senior brother." Jian Jia suddenly shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, it's not that serious. ”

He said lightly: "Things are in the past. You know that in my most difficult time, there was a man who told me a sentence that sustained me through many torturous moments. ”

"Do you want to know what it is?"

Chen Bosheng raised his eyes: "What is it?" ”

His heart was pricked like a soft thorn, and the stinging pain tightened: "You-"

Jian Jia sighed and held his hand sincerely and seriously.

He spoke very reverently: "That is, the fortune teller said that I will definitely get rich in the future." ”

The heavy atmosphere was set aside by him in a few sentences.

Jian Jia has always been good at this kind of care, just as he doesn't like any form of weakness.

Chen Bosheng: "......"

He laughed and grabbed a handful of Jian Jia's hair.

Rubbing like a puppy, Jian Jia, who was grabbing it, leaned back.

Chen Bosheng said speechlessly: "Good money fan." Go to sleep. ”

He said, "I will accompany you." ”

-

Jian Jia's fever subsided early the next morning after hanging up the drip, but he asked for leave, so he simply stayed at home to recuperate for another day.

Chen Bosheng got up early in the morning and tossed around in the kitchen, and Jian Jia's heart was beating when he heard the crackling sound, for fear that the eldest young master would accidentally blow up the kitchen.

He sat in the living room nervously, glancing at the kitchen from time to time.

Last time, Chen Bosheng gave him a bottle of perfume as a graduation gift, and Jian Jia checked it out, which was quite expensive.

So he bought a dishwasher online and put it in the kitchen, which was the courier he came back early last night to pick up.

It can be regarded as rounding off to return Chen Bosheng's favor.

After eating, Jian Jia remembered that she seemed to have promised fans to broadcast live tonight.

He hurriedly logged in to his Weibo and posted a leave of activity.

@简单说两句: I'm sick, and I'm going to take a leave of absence with everyone at night (crying)

This time, Big Eye finally didn't limit his flow.

The number of views of 300,000 fans is considerable, and it soon broke 10,000, and there were dozens of comments as soon as it was refreshed.