The boss is holding me by picking up trash

Yao Yicheng twisted his upper body and turned his head, Jing Suizheng was resting his pillow on the fire box, with a playful smile on his lips.

"How is it?" Yao Yicheng moved away, propped himself up to look at the back of his head.

"hiss……"

He just touched it lightly, causing Jing Sui to sting.

Yao Yicheng withdrew his hand: "Go to the hospital by yourself, go now."

Jing Sui sat up, turned his head, and didn't agree.

Yao Yicheng: "You hurt your head, it's very dangerous. I'll call the bodyguards over."

He took out his phone and was about to make a call when Jing Sui suddenly put his arms around his waist and picked him up.

"Then you can't just lie here, can you?" Jing Sui put him back in the wheelchair, leaned against the door frame, touched his head, and looked at the palm of his hand, "There is no bleeding, so it should be fine."

Yao Yicheng had already made a phone call, but he didn't follow him: "Go and check."

"Okay." Jing Sui sat down next to the door frame, and kept shaking his head to feel it, not daring to touch it with his hand, thinking that there were no parts shaking.

Yao Yicheng remained silent, stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, and said, "Come here and let me have a look."

Jing Sui then moved over to lean against the side of the wheelchair, lowered his head slightly, and raised his hand to draw a map: "This area."

Yao Yicheng quickly grabbed his hand, brushed his short hair gently on the other side, and looked at him from different angles with the help of the sensor light in the corridor. After a few seconds, he said: "There is no blood, I can't see it clearly, it seems to be just a little swollen."

"That's fine."

Jing Sui raised his head and wanted to sit up, but Yao Yicheng suddenly covered his mouth with a hand from behind: "Don't talk."

"Hmm." Jing Sui responded indifferently, waited, leaned his head on the arm next to his ear, and then stopped moving.

Yao Yicheng stared at the back of his head in front of him, secretly exerted his arms but relaxed his hands, making Jing Sui more comfortable to lean on. While observing the wound, he always felt that he would suddenly start bleeding out of nowhere.

The bodyguard moved quickly and ran upstairs in less than ten minutes. His professionalism made him not so embarrassed.

"You take him to the hospital to have a look," Yao Yicheng signaled, "He just hit the back of his head, you take care of him and let the doctor examine him carefully."

"Yes."

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to help him, but Jing Sui got up by himself, feeling a little dizzy as he pressed his forehead, and asked Yao Yicheng, "What about you?"

"Take him away." Yao Yicheng ignored him, saying this to the bodyguard, "I'll come later."

The bodyguard pulled Jing Sui into the elevator, but he was still holding on to the door, worried: "Why are you here?"

Yao Yicheng glanced at the bodyguard, Jing Sui was immediately dragged away, and when the door was closed, Yao Yicheng said again: "Someone sent me, don't worry about it."

Yao Yicheng watched the elevator go to the first floor, got up and walked to the window, saw Jing followed him into the car, and the bodyguard kicked the gas pedal to drive the car out, feeling a little satisfied.

Turning around without looking at the messy corridor, I closed the door, took the wheelchair into the elevator, and went downstairs to wait for the car.

Jing Sui's head was really dizzy, and he didn't want to think hard. When he got to the hospital, he did what the doctor asked him to do, and he was very obedient during the CT scan.

However, after leaving the CT room, he felt much better. Seeing Yao Yicheng waiting at the door, he greeted him happily. Yao Yicheng smiled back with relief, and walked slowly to the consulting room with him.

Jing Sui felt his mind cleared up, and remembered the things he ignored: "The doctor asked me a few questions just now, which were not necessary. I think he just wanted to judge whether I was stupid or not."

"what is the problem?"

"Not married."

"……what do you say?"

"Married." Jing Sui put it in his pocket, "But he doesn't seem to believe it."

"Yes," Yao Yi was not surprised, "You don't look very old."

The two of them were walking to the door of the consulting room at this moment, Jing Sui stopped and squinted at him, Yao Yi looked back puzzledly, not knowing why.

Jing Sui didn't speak, and suddenly turned around and pushed open the crack of the door to look inside, then pulled it away with a bang, grabbed the back of the wheelchair and dragged Yao Yicheng in, grinning: "Doctor, take care! See This person is not there, he is me... me."

Silence.

"My object."

The doctor is an old man. He looked up at Yao Yicheng and smiled at Jing Sui: "Really? It's good."

Jing Sui sat down opposite and concluded, "I'm not talking nonsense."

Yao Yicheng came over in a wheelchair: "Doctor, how is his condition?"

The old man walked to the bedside and waved at Jing Jing: "To be honest, I didn't think there was anything wrong with him until now."

Jing Sui: "???"

Of course, the old man was just joking with them. He asked Jing Sui to bandage his head. He was so swollen that he needed a cold compress to reduce the inflammation.

Through the blue curtain, Yao Yicheng continued to ask: "Why did he feel dizzy after hitting him?"

Jing Sui felt that the old head was doing handwork on his head, and slowly said: "Now there are no symptoms, as long as there is nothing in the mind, don't worry, wait for the CT to come out and see."

The old man was proficient in his business and quickly finished cooking. When Jing Sui came out, he took a picture with the mirror of the sink, and nothing could be seen from the front, only a gauze bag bulging on the back of his head could be seen from the side, which was cold inside.

I thanked the doctor and went out to wait for the CT results.

During this period, Jing Sui received two calls. The first one, Xie Qizhi, told him that the audition was successful and that the makeup photo shoot would be done tomorrow, and that the company would send someone to pick him up and get him ready.

Jing Sui agreed without mentioning the injury.

The second one was a bit unexpected. It was called by Chen Min. As soon as he came up, he shouted excitedly: "Jing Sui can be discharged from the hospital!"

Jing Sui: "Thank you, I just came."

"Huh? Are you in the hospital?" Chen Min paused, "Isn't it the little flower I mentioned?!" Paused again, "Who did you fight with? No. [-] Middle School?"

"Follow the fire box. Was the operation successful?" Jing Sui turned on the speakerphone and presented to Yao Yi.

"That's right, it's just simple hydrops, and the liver is fine." Chen Min complained, "Then whoever says she's pregnant, the idiot knows how to speak indiscriminately. It seems that she often lies and accuses me of abusing cats! Did I say it all? !"

Yao Yi was knitting the scarf, but there was no response.

"It's not because he's disabled, it's justified! Next time we meet, I must beat him up."

Jing Sui turned off the speakerphone, put the phone back to his ear, and suggested, "Why don't you beat me up?"

Yao Yicheng stopped his hands and pricked up his ears.

"What? What does it have to do with you??"

"That's so pitiful to me."

Chen Min paused, and shouted bitterly: "Be sober, he framed me! Haven't you seen who it is?"

"Okay, why don't you go to the No. [-] Middle School to block people and find the truth? Let's stop this matter, let's take it for granted?" Jing Sui felt that he would have a headache if he continued, so he directly concluded, "In the future, you can find Geng Zekai for the matter of the No. [-] Middle School. , he is my real big brother, so I will obey him. I will pick up Xiaohua right away, thank you."

He hung up the phone and said to Yao Yi: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything out of line. Next time we meet, don't be harsh and contact me directly."

Yao Yicheng looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Jing Sui was still thinking about saying something, when Yao Yicheng suddenly picked up the scarf in his hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him closer while opening his chest, and then wrapped it around his arms.

The seat is flat, Yao Yi is higher, this posture is not uncomfortable.

Jing Sui put his left ear against Yao Yicheng's chest, and when he was still in a daze, he heard his heartbeat like the buzzing of the deep sea, thump, thump, thump!

This sound was born from the undercurrent of the seabed, but it became more powerful after thousands of miles, and spread to the entire sea area with such force that it was difficult to maintain calm on the water surface, and suddenly there were waves.

Yao Yicheng put one hand on his back and rubbed the back of his neck with the other, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jing Sui paused for a moment, then patted him on the side in response: "You're welcome."

Yao Yi smiled hoarsely, and let go: "It's almost time, go and see the result."

There was a diagnostic opinion written under the CT form, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. The two of them showed it to the old doctor, and he said everything was fine. He only prescribed a box of medicine for Jing Sui, told him to come back again for headache and insomnia, and then let them go.

Jing Sui feels that there is nothing wrong with him, but he is a public figure after all, and if he walks outside with a dazzling gauze, he will be photographed and posted on Weibo, so he can only go home, which caused the housekeeper to jump around repeatedly today, and was still called to do it dinner.

It's seven o'clock in the evening after a toss, and it's time for evening self-study again.

When Jing Sui asked for leave from the school, he also mentioned tomorrow afternoon. He usually asks a lot because of the nature of his work, which seems to be very valuable for him as a top student.

Yao Yicheng was sitting on the sofa, although he was holding a switch in his hand, he was actually listening to the scene and working hard to recite words.

It feels a little fun.

Jing Sui raised his head, sat on the sofa even if he didn't go to the study, and thought: "mustache, mustache... what do you mean?"

Yao Yicheng couldn't help reminding: "Something you don't have yet."

Jing Sui: "?"

After thinking for a while: "Sick."

Yao Yicheng: "..."

Trying to narrow it down: "So do you have any?"

"Have."

Jing Suixiao: "You still say it's not a disease?"

Yao Yi pretended to be angry and pretended to cry: "Brother Jing is bullying me now, don't regret it in the future!"

"Be good, be good." Jing Sui waved his hand to comfort him, and continued to guess, "What type of thing?"

Yao Yicheng immediately fought back: "Brother Jing didn't remember, it looks more like amnesia."

Jing Sui had no choice but to cover his head and say a few things, and then justifiably gave up: "Don't guess, just tell me the answer."

Yao Yi said slowly, "Beard."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Suiteng sat up next to him, went straight to the wheelchair and squatted down, took his hand and patted his face: "Daxian, please touch it again, it's just been a day, if I can't make a few holes for you I……"

Jing Sui didn't continue talking, because Yao Yicheng had already started touching.

He looked with his two fingers together as if he was looking for an acupoint, from under Jing Sui's ear, along his chin to his chin, and then pointed upwards, as if he accidentally rubbed against the thin lips that were close at hand, and finally landed in the middle of the crowd, here He could clearly feel the wind brought by Jing Sui's breath passing through his fingertips, which were a little wet. He stopped for a while, and then explored like he was crushed.

"Hiss," Yao Yicheng lifted his hand and looked at Jing Sui, "Bleeding."