Rebirth: Chasing Seniors

Ying Chuanhao looked at Ye Huo, and Ye Huo held his hand: "Ying Chuanhao, why are you coming to see me now? Who is this guy?" He pointed at Ye Qun with his chin.

"All right, all right, Ye Huo, you can do it! I'll clean you up tomorrow!"

Regardless of whether this is a hospital, Ye Qun slammed the door angrily.

Ying Chuanhao looked at Ye Huo up and down, then laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Huo leaned back on the bed.

Ying Chuanhao helped him adjust the mattress: "It's the first time I've seen Ye Qun lose his composure."

"My brother's temper is like a balloon, and he will be discouraged tomorrow." Ye Huo smiled at him brightly: "Besides, how can I see you otherwise?"

"When did you wake up?"

"Yesterday, I kept pretending to be asleep."

"Pretending to be sleeping?" Ying Chuanhao raised his eyebrows together: "Why? I'm so worried about you."

"To see you! My brother waited for me to wake up and transferred me to another hospital!"

Ying Chuanhao leaned over and hugged him: "Little rascal." His strength was a little tight, but it was as if he was holding the air in a vain way, which might hurt his still body.

"Did you know?" Ye Huo raised one hand to hug him back, smelling the familiar smell on his body, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He suddenly became interested and patted Ying Chuanhao: "Overbearing President, did you go to the same school as my brother?"

"No impression."

"My brother and I, both of us are from Chenguang School." Ye Huo specially emphasized the words "two brothers".

"so?"

"Then you studied in school before, don't you have any impression?"

"What do you want to say?" Ying Chuanhao didn't want to waste his time trying to get around with a clumsy person like Ye Huo.

Ye Huo thought to himself, Ying Chuanhao didn't remember himself.

"Are you good at playing basketball?"

Seeing that disappointed eyes implied a little search, Ying Chuanhao frowned habitually. He felt as if he remembered something about Ye Huo. Zhang Junqiao's face is still rare, as long as he mentions it in the narrow gap of time, he can always draw it out, not to mention his memory is not bad.

"I know a little bit when I'm reading." Ying Chuanhao said casually.

"Yes... a little bit!" Ye Huo was taken aback for a moment, and then snorted dissatisfiedly: "I remember a famous gringo said, 'The most humble person is the most proud person.'" He looked at Ying Chuan Hao looked indifferent, and raised his chin: "The designation refers to people like you."

Ying Chuanhao really didn't expect that Ye Huo would grab the text with him one day, and he asked with great interest: "Then do you know why that gringo said that?"

"...I don't know." Ye Huo rolled his eyes and scratched his forehead with his fingers, expressing a headache. He is not one of those philosophers who can see a sky from a petal, so it is good to remember this sentence.

"Because those with strength are qualified to be humble."

"Aha, you are so crazy!" Ye Huo refused to accept, "No, no, I must fight you, and I will win you one day!"

"There's no need to fight, I will definitely lose to you." Ying Chuanhao sighed slightly.

"Why?" Suspicion clouded up in Ye Huo's mind, and then he opened his mind with worry: Could it be that Ying Chuanhao had injured his hand before or did he have some chronic illness?

"Then I must give in to my wife." Ying Chuanhao was serious.

"Fuck you!" Ye Huo shoved him with his uninjured hand: "You are despising me! I must convince you..."

Halfway through, he seemed to realize what Ying Chuanhao meant, and the color of his cheeks suddenly resembled the innocence drawn by a painter.

Ying Chuanhao was amused, how could Xiao Yezi, who had no EQ at all, flirt with her?

It also made him unable to bear the joy and the urge to tease him. This teasing was full of pure love.

"Silly Ye Zi." His soft voice was so delicate, like the silence of countless streams winding their way through winding mountain roads, but stopping abruptly.

After a slightly sticky address, he didn't say any more ambiguous words to tease the person on the hospital bed, but just looked at him quietly, but there seemed to be a rough forest hidden in those quiet eyes, spreading out waves The soft yet violent light of the waves.

Ye Huo was sucked in by the light of these eyes in a daze.

After this, the painter's paint quickly smeared, and a thin layer of red was bloomed on Ye Huo's ears and neck.

Just like Ye Huo himself, like the painting, it is engraved with the artist's rich ink and color, but it is simple and effortless.

The heartbeat seemed to overflow, and the happiness overwhelmed all sounds.

Never had such a feeling before, Ye Huo suddenly felt that even if he tried his best, he couldn't stop his heart from getting closer to Ying Chuanhao.

Brother Zhu gave Li Tingyun two days off.

Ever since the incident of disappearance, Brother Pig wished to have a 24-hour bodyguard and monitor by his side.

Li Tingyun also obediently held concerts and released records, and waited for the holiday if he performed well.

Sunday, sunny.

Ying Yuzhi sat behind the desk, looking at the book in his hand, frowning.

"Senior, shall we go outside on the lawn to bask in the sun?" Li Tingyun dragged his house shoes and walked beside him.

"Go to sleep." Ying Yuzhi looked at him: "You don't have enough sleep now."

"... Was it calculated by the senior's brain?" Li Tingyun tilted his head.

"No, it was the bloodshot eyes and dark circles in your eyes that told me."

"This is already there, how can it go away for a while?" Li Tingyun expressed his injustice.

"So make it up."

"The senior will sleep with me."

Li Tingyun sat cross-legged beside his chair, looked up at him, and pouted slightly.

Why is Ying Yuzhi so busy? !Even if you have an excellent brain, you don't have to take on so much work!

Is Ying Jia treating him as a machine?

Li Tingyun was very dissatisfied.

"Shall I go to the bedroom with you?" Ying Yuzhi closed the computer and spoke in a deliberative tone.

"Sleep with me, don't seniors need to sleep now?"

"I am not sleepy."

"Then how about I stay here with you?" Li Tingyun frowned.He has been busy promoting his new album this month, and he hasn't been with his seniors for a long time.

Ying Yuzhi looked down at him, his brows were gentle: "Let's go, sleep with you."

Li Tingyun didn't understand the meaning of sleeping with you until he was on the bed.

Ying Yuzhi kissed him softly and tenderly, and at first Li Tingyun kissed him happily.

In the end, tears came from the corners of his eyes, as if the meridians and bones were fused together with him.Ying Yuzhi still refused to let him go, and played with his body to his heart's content. Li Tingyun had been busy for a while, but now he was a little exhausted. Ying Yuzhi would come again, so Li Tingyun could only hug him and pant. Panting, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Senior... I was wrong... I... sleep well... okay?"

Ying Yuzhi thought for a while: "No, I won't let you go."

"........."