Patient relationship

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the curtains and wandered around the bedroom, shining a holy light on the two hairy heads on the bed. The two people who tossed until midnight last night showed no sign of waking up.

Two little orange birds stood in front of the window, peeping at the bedridden owner and his omega through the gaps in the white curtains.

A long, thin white leg stretched out from under the quilt without any image, and was carelessly pressed against the bulge beside her.

The alpha under the bulge didn't feel any discomfort at all. In his sleep, he picked up the leg very skillfully and rubbed it unconsciously for a while.

In Jian Yang's dream, he turned into a little fluffy rabbit with long ears. It was hopping around in the forest, but was suddenly snatched away by a predator.

The predator had long hands and long legs, and it was extremely hot. After catching him, it seemed that he was not going to eat it directly, but pickled it carefully in style, and planned to cook it after it tasted good.

My plump little rabbit leg was sprinkled with pepper, salt and rosemary by the predator, patiently smeared and pressed, and the cooking technique was skillful.

A second before entering the oven, Jian Yang trembled with fright, and finally woke up.

He was dazed for a while, and looked down, sure enough, Cheng Yu was holding his leg and kneading it vigorously, retracting his warm palm, causing itching sensation.

Jian Yang couldn't help but touch his forehead: What kind of problem is this, a big cat stepping on milk?

He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and took a look. It was almost eleven o'clock, and the white rabbit in the harem was limp, and the king never went to court early.

The phone was put back in place, and there was a slight knocking sound, but the sleeping alpha ignored it.

Jian Yang's whole body was sore, and he finally got up, but he sat on the edge of the bed again, tilting his head and continuing to doze off.The head drooped and drooped, and the hair that hadn't been cut for several months fell down, covering the nose and face.

The fluffy hair stuck to his face was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't sleep well. After more than ten minutes, Jian Yang finally woke up.

He found a pair of Cheng Yu's sweatpants from the closet and put them on, pulled the elastic to the end so that it would not fall off, and casually put on a boyfriend's sweater.

Jian Yang walked into the bathroom slowly, brushed his teeth and washed his face, pulled up his over-long hair, and pinched an apple on top of his head with the rubber band tied with a new toothbrush.

After washing, Shui Miwei's stomach began to protest, making a gurgling sound.

Jian Yang walked back to the bed, patted Cheng Yu's stubbled cheeks: "Hey, wake up, I'm hungry."

Didn't wake up.

The hungry little rabbit continued to press: "If I don't get up again, I'll go get food myself, and I might blow up your kitchen."

Cheng Yu sat up in shock: "What... what exploded?!"

Jian Yang hummed and laughed, covered his empty stomach and said coquettishly: "I'm hungry and need to feed."

It took Cheng Yu half a minute to wake up, got up to wash up quickly, and then got into the kitchen to work for a while, preparing feed for his beloved rabbit.

Twenty minutes later, Jian Yang had a rather hearty breakfast, which might also be called Chinese food.He poked the runny egg yolk on the plate, and finally remembered the important business.

Now that the temporary mark has just been added, it is the time when Cheng Yu relies on him the most, why not try to communicate with him now and coax him to reveal something about his childhood.

In order for Cheng Yu to let go of his guard completely and take the initiative to open up his heart, Jian Yang decided to cede land and pay compensation, and let him taste the sweetness first.

Jian Yang brewed for a while, suppressed the awkwardness in his heart, and called out in a soft voice: "Husband, the breakfast you made is really delicious."

With a click, the bamboo chopsticks in President Cheng's hand broke in two.

Horse... Ma what plum?

Bah, no, what's the old one?husband? !

Fireworks exploded in Cheng Yu's mind, and he felt that the ham, eggs, potatoes and bacon on the table had grown limbs and five sense organs.

They stood up from the plates, lined up holding hands, and babbled and sang the wedding march around themselves:

"Dang~dang,dang,dang!dang~dang,dang,dang!"

Potato held up a bright rose, Bacon held up blinblin's big diamond ring, and Ham fired a salute, exploding colorful pieces of paper all over the sky.

The egg was straightened and the bow tie was straightened, and the tone was solemn and solemn: "Mr. Cheng Yu, would you like to be a partner with Mr. Jian Yang?"

Mr. Cheng nodded desperately.

Egg: "Whether poor or rich, sick or healthy, will you love him forever?"

Mr. Cheng: Yes, of course.

Egg: "In your long life in the future, you must bear each other, trust, give hope, face all the storms together, and your love for each other will never fade."

Mr. Cheng: Then there is nothing more to say, it must be.

Egg: "God will always be by your side, bless lovers never to be separated."

Then the potatoes, bacon, and ham in the back row sang the joyful and brisk Angels? from? the? The? Realms? of? Glory, the wedding ceremony was complete, and Pastor Dandan lay back on the plate again.

Jian Yang kept staring at his alpha, and saw that he kept nodding his head, his vision was empty, his pupils were out of focus, as if he was being haunted by something strange.

Jian Yang would never have imagined that Cheng Yu had already married that plate of breakfast.

As a married person, President Cheng finally came back to his senses, his ears were red, he forked the eggs in his bowl into Jian Yang's plate, and said in a low voice: "Be good, baby, eat more if it tastes good."

With a puzzled expression on his face, Jian Yang raised his fork and swallowed the priest Dandan who had just witnessed their marriage.

After breakfast, Jian Yang waited for Cheng Yu to clean up the dishes, then dragged him to the sofa, intending to follow the plan and find out the identity of Cheng Yu's omega father.

"Don't you have to go to work today?" Jian Yang leaned on Cheng Yu's shoulder.

Cheng Yu hugged Omega back, and kissed him lightly on the top of his hair: "The important work was done overtime last night, and I can take a rest today."

Jian Yang immediately climbed up: "Then let's chat, you are usually too busy with work, we don't have time to talk."

Cheng Yu made no secret of his pampering towards his lover, squeezed the lovely apple on top of his head, and said softly, "Okay."

Jian Yang had an idea, and lured the enemy in as planned: "Then let me tell you about my childhood?"

It looks so small now, what would a smaller milk bag look like?

Cheng Yu smiled and raised his eyebrows, acquiescing.

"I was cute when I was young, my mother said that I had the same virtue as Zhuang Kei at that time..."

Jian Yang opened up the chatter box. At first, he just wanted to start a topic. Later, when Cheng Yu's words were finished, he unconsciously became interested. The more he talked, the more involved he became, and he described it with emotion.

Cheng Yu listened quietly, watching Xiao Naibao dancing, subconsciously immersed in those old times.

When Jian Yang talked dry, he remembered his starting point, changed the subject, and looked at Cheng Yu unintentionally: "I'm almost done, how about you? Were you as cool when you were young as you are now? Tell me too."

Cheng Yu was stunned for a moment, his face darkened, and he remained silent for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind and said anxiously: "When I was young... I didn't have a good life, and I also suffered a lot. Don't despise me."

Jian Yang's heart softened, and he hammered his chest, pretending to be angry: "My own husband had a bad experience when he was a child, and he suffered a lot. It's too late for me to feel distressed. If you dislike him because of this , Am I still a human? Do you think of me as a bad guy?"

Cheng Yu was amused by Jian Yang's arrogant demeanor, kissed the top of his hair, got up, went to the study and brought back a box.

Jian Yang was attracted by the box in Cheng Yu's hand. It was a box that looked a little old, a bit like the combination lock treasure chest that was popular more than ten years ago.

There are childish and rough pictures on the shell, and those colors have been mottled a lot over the long years, and some places have even turned over the rubber, which is dilapidated.

Many people had such a box when they were children. They hid their cherished treasures in it and hung a small broken lock with no practical effect, thinking that they could lock their childhood and prevent it from passing with time.

"It's what I brought out of that place, and it's the only thing I've kept."

Jian Yang's unrecognizable emotions are hidden in Cheng Yu's eyes, and they are not single, like shallow nostalgia, and a little timid.

More is broken and withered light, like a series of wounds that cannot be healed, buried in the depths of time.