My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

Jiang Biegu had a good night's sleep which was rarely seen in this period of time.

When he woke up the next day, if it wasn’t for his leg being restricted and unable to move, he didn’t even feel like he was in a hospital ward. Tolerance had already prepared meals, and when he saw that he was awake, he smiled and walked over to help him solve the problem. Physical problems, and then help him wash his face and brush his teeth.

For this set of procedures, fault tolerance is very used. Although Jiang Biegu still blush, it is better than before, at least he has not refused again.

Because Tolerance followed the doctor's advice and took good care of him, Jiang Biegu's wound was not infected, nor did he experience thrombosis, so the stitches were removed in less than two weeks. After three to five days of observation, another film was taken, and the doctor informed him that it was ok. I went home and kept it.

But even though he could be discharged from the hospital, he still couldn't get out of bed and walked around. He had to stay in bed for at least a month. Tolerance spent more than an hour to ask the doctor about precautions and nursing methods before returning to the ward.

Ding Cheng went to go through the discharge procedures and hasn't come back yet. Jiang Biegu was the only one in the ward. He sat on the bed and looked out the window, his eyes were a little indifferent, and he didn't notice Fault Tolerance came back, so Fault Tolerance was able to watch quietly at the door. for a while.

In front of him, Jiang Bie could talk and laugh, even though he knew that his tone was ambiguous, but he never concealed anything, as if he didn't care at all, but he still knew that he cared, he held his mobile phone and typed He has quietly tested his own language many times in this way, and he knows what the current situation is like.

He just didn't want to worry himself.

Fault-tolerant walked over, Jiang Biegu sensed his presence and looked over, smiled lightly, Fault-tolerant also smiled, pretending not to see that the phone he was holding was displaying voice input software on the screen, just took it by the bed and placed it clothes:

"We can go home after changing our clothes."

Jiang Biegu nodded, "Ha."

He was saying yes, but he couldn't pronounce the sound anymore.

Tolerance unbuttoned him one by one, took off his hospital gown lightly, took a black polo shirt and put it on carefully for him, then took off his pants, squatted down in front of him, and held two Look at him with a pair of pants:

"Pants or shorts?"

Jiang Biegu pointed to the shorts, smiled tolerantly, put down the trousers, lowered his head, carefully held his injured foot and lifted it up, but unexpectedly found that there was a temperature difference between the two, he held it Jiang Biegu looked up at him on tiptoe:

"Why are your feet so cold? Is the air conditioner turned too low?"

Jiang Biegu saw Tolerant's words, but didn't say anything, just smiled, and didn't do anything about his holding his feet. He had done more intimate things than this, and he didn't care about this. Without asking again, she put on shorts for him gently, took out a pair of socks from her bag, and knelt down on one knee to put them on for him.

Jiang Biegu kept looking at Tolerance, watching him treat him like a child.

In fact, it's not just now, for the past half month, he has been so dedicated to himself every moment, without any slack, not even a single impatient expression, and everything he does seems to be meaningful because he is himself.

Occasionally, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can see him lying at the foot of the bed, drowsy, but his hands are still on his lap. As long as he moves a little, he will subconsciously start to massage, which has almost become A fault-tolerant conditioned reflex.

Jiang Biegu was very distressed, but he seemed to have nothing to give except his distress.

When fault tolerance looked up, he saw Jiang Biegu's eyes looking at him, understood something, and smiled lightly:

"If all the older brothers in the world are like you, I believe all younger brothers can be like me, so we are just younger brothers to older brothers now, don't think too much, okay?"

Ding Cheng walked in pushing the wheelchair at this time, looked sideways at fault tolerance, got up, walked over to take the wheelchair, pushed it in front of Jiang Biegu, then walked to the side of Jiang Biegu's leg, bent down and looked at it. Jiang Biegu:

"I carried you to the wheelchair, your right hand hooked my neck, I was afraid that I would fall you."

There must be only one way to hold him in a wheelchair. If there is another choice, Jiang Biegu will definitely refuse, but this matter is the same as fault-tolerant helping to solve his physical problems. There is no choice, and of course Ding Cheng can also come and hug him. But it doesn't make a difference either.

Jiang Biegu nodded, raised his uninjured right hand and placed it on Rongrong's shoulder, and Rongrong hugged him forcefully. Ding Cheng came over to stabilize the wheelchair, and Rongrong placed Jiang Biegu safely on the He got up on the chair, put it down and squatted down in front of him, and carefully put the injured foot on the pedal:

"Don't push hard, just step on it, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Biegu nodded.

"Is there any other discomfort? Let me help you adjust it."

Jiang Biegu shook his head.

"That's fine." Rong Rong got up and looked at Ding Cheng: "Then I will push my brother down, and I will trouble Brother Ding Cheng."

"No trouble, you go down first."

Tolerance carried his backpack on his back, and slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the ward, fearing that Jiang Bie would bump into him, so he just waited for a long time at the elevator door when there were few people. In the end, Ding Cheng returned after putting away his things. Carefully protect the front, and dare to enter if you make mistakes.

Ding Cheng drove over in an RV today, carried Jiang Biegu into the car by fault tolerance, carefully placed his injured leg and arm, sat down beside him after confirming that he was fine, and then naturally gave him a hug Feeling that his feet were still a little cold, he didn't let go.

Jiang Biegu looked at Rong Fault, and stepped back slightly. Fault Fault noticed his movement and looked over. When he saw his eyes, he didn't force himself. He let go, but reminded Ding Cheng:

"Brother Ding Cheng, the temperature of the air conditioner should be higher."

"Okay." Ding Cheng responded.

This is the first time Jiang Biegu has walked out of the room in half a month, but he has lived in this city for many years and there is nothing new. Mirror, says:

"Boss Jiang is becoming less and less talkative."

"En." Tolerance replied: "Take your time, his body is more important now."

At first, Fault Tolerant thought about asking Jiang Biegu to go directly to his apartment. After all, Jiang Biegu couldn’t walk on his own until school started, and he always needed someone to take care of him. Living in the apartment would be more convenient for Fault Tolerant to do after school starts. But he didn't say anything, or he and Jiang Biegu came back to the villa. It's quieter here, and it's a place Jiang Biegu is familiar with. Whether it's the environment or mood, it should be better than staying in the apartment.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, fault tolerance opened the door first and got out of the car, and carefully carried Jiang Biegu down, instead of putting him on the wheelchair, he directly carried Jiang Biegu back to the house.

Jiang Bie wanted to refuse but had already walked to the door. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

It's already like this, and there is really no need to worry about it because it will be more or less for a while.

Tolerance didn't take Jiang Biegu upstairs, and carried him directly to the room he used to live in. Jiang Biegu didn't object. After all, it would be more inconvenient for him to go up and down the stairs like this, and the first floor is indeed more suitable for him.

But Jiang Biegu still didn't expect to live in the room that Tolerance used to live in, after all, there is more than one guest room.

Since Rong Rong left, almost no one has entered the room, and no one has touched anything, but now it seems that it has been carefully cleaned, and the bed has been covered with bedding.

It's no different than before Fault Tolerance moved away from here.

When Rong Cuo was about to put Jiang Biegu on the bed, he frowned slightly, and when Rong Cuo saw it, he smiled, changed the direction, and put him on the sofa first:

"You should take a shower when you come back from the hospital."

Jiang Biegu himself is a bit obsessed with cleanliness. He doesn't touch the bed with his coat and trousers. He has been to a hospital where there are many bacteria, and he will be more concerned about it. Even if it is inconvenient for him now, some habits still cannot be changed.

What's more, he stayed in the hospital for half a month. Although he would take a shower for him every day, it was still different from taking a shower.

Ding Cheng also came in, heard at the door that Jiang Biegu was going to take a bath, so he didn't stay any longer, took off the things from the car, and prepared to leave:

"I'll go to the supermarket to replenish the ingredients."

Fault tolerance responded: "It's troublesome."

Ding Cheng left, Rong fault first went out and moved a chair into the bathroom shower, then turned on the warm air and came out to hug the river.

He was placed on a chair in the shower room, took off Jiang Biegu's clothes by mistake, and threw them directly into the laundry basket, not to mention that he still couldn't go out during this period of time, even if he could, this was worn from the hospital Clothes, Jiang Biegu also have to be washed before wearing.

When taking off his trousers, Jiang Biegu held Tolerance's wrist with his uninjured right hand, and Tolerance looked up, with a soft smile in his eyes:

"Brother, I've seen it."

Of course Jiang Biegu knew that he had seen it, not only read it, but also helped to wipe it, but at that time he was lying still and could not move, which was different from the current situation. Even though he never said it again, he liked it in every detail.

Jiang Biegu could still feel this.

Jiang Bie knew that even if he made a mistake and helped him take a bath, he would not offend him, but he couldn't pass this test in his heart.

Jiang Biegu held onto Rongrong's wrist without any strength to let go. Tolerance knew that he was very persistent, so he didn't force himself, and said, "I just take off my pants, okay?"

This time Jiang Biegu didn't refuse and let him help.

Fault Tolerance left for a while, went to the kitchen and came back with plastic wrap. Although it had been three or four days since the stitches were removed, Fault Tolerance was still afraid of wound infection, so he carefully wrapped up the left calf:

"Don't wash it here, I'll wipe it for you later."

Jiang Biegu nodded his head, which was considered to be his acceptance.

Tolerance turned on the shower and helped Jiang Biegu take a bath. The movements were very gentle but did not make Jiang Biegu feel uncomfortable. There was a cautiousness in the very gentle movements, as if Jiang Biegu was some kind of fragile doll, being cared and cleaned by him. .

The chest, back and limbs were all washed, lathered and rinsed. Later, fault tolerance adjusted the angle of the back of the chair slightly so that Jiang Biegu leaned back a little and turned into a posture with his head up. He stood Holding the shower behind Jiang Biegu's back, wetting his hair little by little, then squeezed out shampoo, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and applied it on Jiang Biegu's hair. He massaged his scalp while washing his hair. is laughing:

"I thought you would close your eyes and not look at me."

Jiang Bie looked at Tolerance, because of the upside-down reason, it took him a while to identify the shape of his lips, and after he saw it, he hooked the corners of his lips and closed his eyes. Tolerance didn't care, and continued to wash his hair After washing his hair, he even massaged him for a while, until Jiang Biegu raised his hand and grabbed his wrist to forgive him, and took the shower to rinse off the foam.

Jiang Biegu probably didn't want Rong Rong to see what was going to be washed next, and Rong fault knew it, so he told him a few words after he opened his eyes:

"I'm right outside, don't force it, you must call me if you have anything to do."

Jiang Biegu nodded.

"I put my bath towel here, just cover it after you finish washing, and I will come in as soon as you shout." Rong Quo said with a smile: "I don't look at it."

Jiang Biegu nodded again, and Rong Cuo went out.

Fault Tolerance was actually very worried about Jiang Biegu taking a bath alone in it. Even though he was discharged from the hospital, the test in the hospital may have affected him, so his condition today did not look very good, and he did not say a word during the whole process. Said, it's not good to be fault-tolerant and tease him a little bit forcefully, for fear that he will be more uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to leave, so he stood close to the door, for fear of missing the slightest sound, but luckily nothing happened, so Jiang Biegu called out his name after washing inside.

For a moment, Fault Tolerance felt that he had heard it wrong. After all, the pronunciation of "Fault Tolerance" in Jiang Biegu's mouth could not be heard a little differently, just like when there was no language barrier before.

An indescribable feeling, makes fault tolerance feel happy and satisfied.

Tolerance pushed open the door and walked in, but did not come out immediately. He carefully wrapped the bath towel around him, squatted down and removed the plastic wrap on his legs, wet the towel and carefully wiped the injured part of his legs again.

After that, I went to get the hair dryer from the cabinet outside the shower room, and dried his hair in the bathroom. After doing all this, Tolerance carried him out, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and went to the closet to get his underwear and Home clothes, without waiting for Jiang Biegu to refuse and embarrassment, Tolerance directly helped him put them on under the quilt, then pulled out a bath towel, and put on home clothes for him.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep for a while?" Rong fault asked him.

Perhaps it was because of taking a bath that Jiang Biegu felt a little better, but he didn't answer Torong's question, instead he glanced at Tolerance.

Helping Jiang Biegu take a bath, he inevitably got wet. At this time, his clothes were more than half wet, sticking to his skin, making him uncomfortable.

Jiang Biegu glanced at the direction of the bathroom and motioned him to wash up.

"Okay." Tolerance said, "I'll be back soon."

Jiang Biegu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when Rong Rong took the bath towel and left, his eyes glanced at Rong Rong's special parts.

Tolerance saw it, and looked down, but didn't say anything.

He didn't respond.

Although he likes Jiang Biegu, and he doesn't know what to do if he likes it, but Jiang Biegu's state makes Tolerance feel that it is almost a pig and a dog to react, let alone if he has something this time After being discovered by Jiang Biegu, Jiang Biegu might reject him even more after that, so no matter how he tolerated his mistakes, he controlled himself so that there was nothing wrong with him.

But he was swearing, but in the bathroom where he was alone, he looked at the chair Jiang Biegu sat on just now, and slapped him in the face.