Mr. Dong Guo

When they arrived at Meng's house, Zheng Qing called and asked Xiao Bei if he was okay.

Guo Qiyu felt a little sorry for her, and stood at the door to ask a few more words.

The door of Meng's house was opened, and the child came out little by little on crutches, with a white cloth wrapped around his head.

"Xiaobei?!" Guo Qiyu hung up the phone in a hurry, rushed up to help, saw the thick plaster cast on Meng Xiaoyan's right leg, and felt very distressed, "How did this happen? Is it broken?"

"I fell while playing basketball yesterday afternoon." Meng Xiaoyan paused, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Did you fall so badly while playing ball?" Guo Qiyu frowned, looking at the thick gauze on Meng Xiaoyan's head, "Why did you still drop your head? Could it be a concussion or sequelae?"

"No, it won't." Meng Xiaoyan comforted.

After entering the house, Guo Qiyu realized that there seemed to be fewer people in the Meng family, and it seemed that Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng were not at home.

"They went abroad, and they said they seemed to be doing some treatment for Mrs. Meng." Meng Xiaoyan leaned on Guo Qiyu and said lazily, "When I came back last Friday, I had given our servants a holiday."

"It's a holiday?" Guo Qiyu thought that the housekeepers and servants in the big family's house would not have a holiday, at least not like this.

"It's an eyesore, I told Mr. Meng and the others," Meng Xiaoyan smiled, "Not all of them are released, there are still people in the family, otherwise I can't see such a big family."

With that said, the butler came out, greeted Guo Qiyu, and took Guo Qiyu's luggage.

"Send it to my room." Meng Xiaoyan ordered.

The butler was taken aback, a little embarrassed, "Master, the guest room has been cleaned up..."

"Send it to my room." Meng Xiaoyan repeated it again calmly, without changing his tone, but Guo Qiyu already felt that he was a little upset.

He patted Meng Xiaoyan's hand, "It's the same wherever I sleep, and I sleep with you, what if I press on your leg?"

Meng Xiaoyan looked at him for a while, then suddenly threw away his crutches, both Guo Qiyu and the butler were taken aback, but Meng Xiaoyan stood firmly on one leg, then opened and closed his hands, and wrapped Guo Qiyu into his arms, hanging in his body.

Guo Qiyu tried his best to keep his balance, but he didn't understand why Meng Xiaoyan had lost his temper again.

"Sleep with me, sleep on my left side, it doesn't matter if you press my left leg." The boy's warm breath hit his sensitive ear, Guo Qiyu couldn't help shrinking, and the base of his ear was itchy.

Guo Qiyu couldn't resist him, and felt that Meng Xiaoyan should indeed have a companion bed to sleep at night like this. He knew that there was a sofa in his bedroom, and at worst he could sleep on the sofa all night.

The housekeeper looked at the scene in front of him, but felt a little awkward in his heart.

In the past few years, the young master of the Meng family has grown up under his watch. As the housekeeper of the Meng family, he knows a lot about the Meng family, and he also knows that when the young master of the Meng family brought him back, the unrelenting adoptive father, It's just that he didn't know that the young master, who was always cold and not close to anyone, would act like a baby to this person...

Even a man.

Professional ethics kept him silent about the scene in front of him.

Seeing Guo Qiyu nodding, the young master raised the corners of his mouth, put his chin on his adoptive father's shoulder, and smiled happily.

The butler turned his eyes slightly, feeling weird and awkward in his heart, but he still sent the luggage to the door of Meng Xiaoyan's room.

Meng Xiaoyan didn't allow any of them to enter his room, and he even did the cleaning in the house himself. There was a clothes basket at the door, but the items he brought out were large items such as sheets and coats, which were usually clothes that he could wash by himself. He will wash himself.

Mrs. Meng was worried for a while, afraid that Meng Xiaoyan would still not accept them, but Meng Xiaoyan said back, "I have a cleanliness habit, and I don't like others touching my things."

Mrs. Meng didn't know how he and Guo Qiyu got along, so she had to acquiesce to Meng Xiaoyan's habit, and comforted her child to be independent and not relying on others is a good thing.

The housekeeper went downstairs and asked Meng Xiaoyan what he would like to have for dinner.

Meng Xiaoyan glanced at the time, "It's only three o'clock." He turned his head and asked Guo Qiyu, "What do you want to eat?"

Guo Qiyu thought for a while and asked the housekeeper, "Is there a vegetable market nearby? I'll make dinner."

The butler replied: "The ingredients at home are still relatively complete, what does Mr. Guo want to do?"

Seeing that Meng Xiaoyan had no objection to Guo Qiyu's wanting to cook, the housekeeper added another sentence, "If you don't have one at home, I can send someone to buy it."

Guo Qiyu was a little embarrassed to bother others, "I just want to make a bone soup. Xiaobei was injured on the bone, and everyone said where to mend the injury, so I thought..."

He smiled apologetically, "It's troublesome."

In the Meng family, no matter whether he was sitting or sleeping, or eating and drinking, he always felt that he was too troublesome to others, for fear that the family would have a bad impression of him.

Meng Xiaoyan circled him, "They will prepare it, you come down to stew later, go up and pack your luggage first."

Guo Qiyu glanced at the butler, saw the other party bowed, turned around to prepare things, and then relaxed a little, "You support the sofa first, and I will pick up your crutches."

"That's it, try it." Meng Xiaoyan didn't understand, and shrugged him from behind.

Guo Qiyu almost lost his footing, glared at the child, squatted down with difficulty to pick up the crutches, and stood up again.

Meng Xiaoyan was really on his back, motionless.

"Just watch me joke!" Guo Qiyu wanted to hit someone with a cane.

The butler watched the two of them go upstairs and into the house from downstairs, and felt that he had lost his mind. The young master was so dependent on one person that it was not like the feelings of an adopted son for his adoptive father.

Should he tell Mr. Meng about this?

Guo Qiyu carried the luggage and entered the house with Meng Xiaoyan on his back.

Meng Xiaoyan was carefully put on the bed, and while sitting and eating apples, he said to Guo Qiyu, who was still half squatting to pack his things: "You have to move in with my luggage?"

"..."

Guo Qiyu packed several pieces of clothes, and started to pack Meng Xiaoyan's things again, "When the housekeeper called me, he refused to say what's wrong with you, it made me panic to death."

Meng Xiaoyan smiled, and comforted him: "I'm not doing this well, but the housekeeper always likes to exaggerate."

He spoke easily. He sat next to the housekeeper when he was on the phone, letting him know what to say and what not to say. Fortunately, Guo Qiyu's vague words made Guo Qiyu anxious, and he rushed to City A immediately. visit him.

Guo Qiyu frowned, reached out and touched Meng Xiaoyan's head lightly, "It's so good, the feet and head are covered, who knows if there will be sequelae?"

"No, I will re-examine regularly." Meng Xiaoyan looked at Guo Qiyu frowning with a worried look on his face, feeling extremely proud, and reached out to touch Guo Qiyu's bitter face, "Don't worry."

The two talked for a while, mostly Guo Qiyu scolded Meng Xiaoyan in a low voice for not cleaning well, and dust accumulated in the corners, "It's not good for the wound, and it's easy to be allergic."

"Why do you just put these books on the floor?" Guo Qiyu hurriedly picked them up in distress, put them on the sofa, and began to clean up his bookshelf again.

After cleaning for a while, he felt that there was a lot of dust. He wanted Meng Xiaoyan to go out and wait for him, but Meng Xiaoyan refused. He took out a mask from the bedside table and put it on, "Wipe it with a wet towel."

Guo Qiyu had no choice but to walk into the bathroom, wet the towel, and wipe the bookshelf carefully and slowly.

"These books are pretty good, did you buy them yourself?" Guo Qiyu picked up a copy of "The Buddenbrooks" and flipped through them.

"No," Meng Xiaoyan took a look, "Both Mrs. Meng and Mr. Meng bought some, and my friend gave me a few copies. He gave you the one in your hand."

"You didn't even read it." Guo Qiyu felt a little regretful, the books were still brand new, covered with a thin layer of dust.

Guo Qiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You really want to sweep wherever you live."

Look around the whole room, only around the desk and the bed should be cleaner.

Meng Xiaoyan sat on the bed, shrugged indifferently, "Anyway, I go to your place every week."

Speaking of this, Guo Qiyu asked: "But you seldom come here recently, aren't you busy studying?"

Meng Xiaoyan thought for a while, then sat up, "No, do you still remember the year you brought me to City A, I wanted to show you something for my birthday?"

Guo Qiyu definitely doesn't remember, seeing his blank expression, Meng Xiaoyan was a little discouraged.

"that is……"

There was a knock on the door, and the butler said outside, "Mr. Guo, the ingredients are ready."

Guo Qiyu put down the wet towel, hurriedly went to open the door, as if he was afraid that people would be in a hurry, he responded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll come right away."

He followed the butler downstairs, Meng Xiaoyan sat on the bed, looking at the wide open door, feeling very depressed.

But looking at the half-cleaned bookshelves, he laughed again, and walked to his closet with a cane on the side. His closet was very big. When he opened the closet, there were actually only a few pieces of clothes he often wore. hang in there. ,

It's just that there are still a few gray clothes hanging next to it, which belonged to Guo Qiyu. Although he only planned to stay for two days, he still brought several sets of clothes.

In this case, I will keep you for half a month.Meng Xiaoyan reached out and flicked through the old clothes, and after carefully confirming that there was no one he hadn't seen before, he closed the closet door again, and moved downstairs step by step with a cane.

"Why did you come down?" Guo Qiyu couldn't use the advanced kitchen utensils in Meng's kitchen, and was in a hurry when he saw Meng Xiaoyan standing behind him.

"Where's the butler?"

"I asked him to get jujubes and yams." Guo Qiyu put the ingredients into the pot one by one, and then pointed to the kitchen utensils next to him, "How do I use them?"

Meng Xiaoyan moved over, Guo Qiyu hurriedly supported him, and after seeing and pressing a few buttons, he quickly remembered it in his heart.

After Meng Xiaoyan gave a brief teaching, Guo Qiyu sighed, "Your kitchen is really high-end, just forget it if you don't use it, I've never seen it before."

Meng Xiaoyan frowned, and corrected a little bluntly: "It's the Meng family, where did our family get these things?"

Guo Qiyu was taken aback, and persuaded in a low voice: "Don't say that, they are also your family..."

"Master, Mr. Guo," the butler walked in, still holding a lot of things in his hand, "Are these okay?"

Guo Qiyu was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how much the butler had listened to what he said just now, but he couldn't say anything more, so he had to turn his head to see if he picked up the yam, coix seed, astragalus, and sand root.

"Okay, that's all, thank you." Guo Qiyu said gratefully.

Meng Xiaoyan's cell phone rang, he picked it up, answered a few times, and then hung up again, as if he didn't want to say more.

Guo Qiyu looked at the things in his hand and asked casually, "Who is it?"

The butler had a bitter face as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis. He still remembers a time when Mrs. Meng asked the young master who was calling. Regardless of Mrs. Meng's embarrassing and sad expression.

Meng Xiaoyan was standing on one foot against the wall, pressing the phone with his hands quickly, as if he was replying some text message.

Guo Qiyu turned his head and took a look, "You type so fast, when will you teach me how to send text messages?"

"Okay," Meng Xiaoyan nodded, and put the phone in his pocket, "Li Qijue said he would come over tomorrow."

"Okay," Guo Qiyu nodded, "Huh? Li Qijue?!"