He's super cute

"Be obedient." Jiang Yan blew a spoonful of soup slowly, passed the spoon to Yu Xiaoque's mouth, looked very considerate, and said softly, "It's not hot anymore."

Yu Xiaoque felt a sour smell rising up, her puffed cheeks were so uncomfortable that she burst into tears.

He covered his mouth, rubbed back a few times, and turned his head, looking unwilling to cooperate.

"Yu Xiaoque." Jiang Yan put down the bowl, her voice was not loud, but Little Canary trembled.

With a calm expression on his face, he knocked on the small table, "You drink it up now, and forget about it."

Yu Xiaoque felt nauseous, swallowing hard, trying to suppress the sour water.

He shook his head in a panic and nodded, not knowing where to put his little hands, Jiang Yan looked at him straight, his eyes became more and more gloomy.

He leaned forward and pinched Yu Xiaoque's cheek, and said softly, "Do you want to drink?"

Yu Xiaoque shrank her neck, her face hurt from being pinched, her small mouth was still tightly closed.

Zhang Ma knew very well that Jiang Yan was about to make trouble again, Mr. Xiao had just recovered a little bit, don't worry about getting sick again.

Her heart was suspended, and she hurriedly said, "Let him drink by himself, take your time, don't scare him..."

Yu Xiaoque looked at the chicken soup on the table, there were faint oil stars floating on it, it was fragrant and delicious.

It is clear that I can drink several large bowls on weekdays, but now it only looks disgusting and greasy.

"Mother Zhang." Seeing his hesitation and delaying time, Jiang Yan completely lost his patience, and wrote lightly, "Bring up the gastric tube."

Yu Xiaoque's little face, which had just recovered from a serious illness, suddenly turned pale. She shrugged her shoulders, but she was not afraid to spit it out. She almost lost her throat and blurted out, "Drink, sir, I will drink..."

During the time he was locked on the bed, he was fed through his nose with a nasal feeding tube, and the long, cold tube was forced from his nose to his stomach.

He couldn't help retching, tears and saliva flowed into pieces, and food flowed down his nose into his stomach uncontrollably.

It seems like a livestock waiting to be slaughtered, and it doesn't even have the autonomy to eat.

After being put down, he could hardly swallow. When he ate the hot rice, he wept with joy and ate it with his hands in embarrassment.

Even if he was dreaming of that kind of fear, he couldn't help crying on his knees.

Yu Xiaoque also didn't care about the discomfort in her stomach, grabbed the chicken soup and was about to pour it into her mouth, begging vaguely, "Don't worry, I can eat..."

But the smell of the chicken soup was too pungent. Before he could swallow it while frowning, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he vomited all over the floor with a wow.

Mama Zhang's first reaction was to go to see Jiang Yan. The man patted the young man's back as if he didn't dislike him at all, and bent over to wipe the cold sweat from the young man's forehead. He took great care of him.

It's just that the ink under the eyes is getting heavier.

"Have you vomited enough?" Jiang Yan said warmly, rubbing his belly.

Yu Xiaoque half leaned on the edge of the bed, nodded weakly, couldn't help coughing, and was afraid of offending the man, so she quickly covered her mouth and tried her best to suppress it.

But the little hand involuntarily grabbed Jiang Yan's little finger and placed it on the heart.

"That's good." The man's voice was gentle and calm, and he wiped the corner of his mouth, "There are so many left."

"Go ahead and drink."

Yu Xiaoque stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't believe it.

"What?" Jiang Yan seemed to be amused by his dull expression, and scratched the tip of his nose, "Think you don't need to drink if you vomit?"

"My little sparrow is really naive."

Yu Xiaoque stopped breathing for a moment, hugged her knees and shrank back, not daring to look at Jiang Yan again.

He felt very uncomfortable everywhere, his throat was hot, his stomach was convulsed, his bones seemed to be smashed, and his legs were shaking intermittently.

"Let's cook another pot." Jiang Yan said without turning his head, "He has to drink as much as he vomited today."

"you……"

Mama Zhang only had time to finish a word before she was interrupted coldly by Jiang Yan, "You just need to do your job well."

"I'm disciplining my people."

The smile on Zhang Ma's face stagnated, and she didn't dare to say anything more. Finally, she glanced at the little gentleman who was biting his sleeve and trembling on the bed, and left with a sigh.

Mr. is so tossing, I am afraid that he will not be able to get back even if he kneels in the future.

It also depends on Mr. Xiao's soft-heartedness.

"Continue to drink." Jiang Yan poured a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Yu Xiaoque's eyes, "You better hold it back."

Yu Xiaoque prayed, shook Jiang Yan's clothes, and said softly in a thin voice, "I can't drink anymore, I feel uncomfortable..."

"Be good." The man stroked the corner of his lips without any intention of softening, "Xiao Que is the most obedient."

"I'm good..." Yu Xiaoque knelt on the bed and was about to nestle into the man's arms. He raised his head and looked at the man eagerly, as if he was looking at the only god, "I'm good, sir won't hate you Me?"

Jiang Yan didn't understand his small thoughts, so he habitually said perfunctorily, "Little bird, I just like Xiaoque."

How could Yu Xiaoque understand this kind of sick and deformed relationship, how could a normal relationship depend on whether a person is obedient or not.

On the contrary, it's like raising a dog. If you behave yourself, the owner will give you a candy.

Jiang Yan glanced at the time, the plane was about to land, and it was going to be too late.

Yu Xiaoque was still moaning in his arms, far away from the bowl of chicken soup.

If you don't make this little thing docile today, maybe there will be nothing wrong with it in the future.

He looks obedient and cute when he doesn't get angry, but he can't stand it when he gets angry.

Ayu has just returned to China and has no place to stay. He wants to stay for a few days. If he doesn't suppress his little flame, he might have trouble with Ayu.

Jiang Yan tested the temperature of the soup and was sure it wouldn't burn anyone, so he pulled Yu Xiaoque out of his arms and pressed it on the small table on the bed.

"Are you drinking or not?" Jiang Yan asked one last time.

Yu Xiaoque's neck was trembling, and she begged like she was crying, trying to negotiate with the man, "I'll drink it later, I'll finish it..."

"Now, I really can't drink anymore..." He looked panicked, and his hands gripping the small table were so hard that they turned white.

Jiang Yan sighed lightly, feeling a little regretful, "Why can't you understand the words?"

His hands pinching Yu Xiaoque's neck became more and more forceful, and he couldn't help waving his hands as if asking for help, throwing the vegetables to the ground.

Jiang Yan picked up the bowl of soup, pried open Yu Xiaoque's mouth with his fingers, and poured it down.

Yu Xiaoque struggled in vain, the soup dripped from the corner of his mouth all over his body, Jiang Yan poured it so hard that he began to cough painfully.

"I, I drink..." Yu Xiaoque couldn't tell whether it was tears or chicken soup on her face, sobbing miserably.

Jiang Yan broke his hand away, without saying a word, filled another bowl of soup, regardless of Yu Xiaoque's lungs were about to come out from coughing, and poured it down expressionlessly.

The person was not put down until the small pot was filled.

Yu Xiaoque was lying on the bed, clutching her chest and coughing heart-rendingly, her body was covered with greasy oil, she looked embarrassed and pitiful.

"Isn't this enough to drink up?" The man slowly dried his hands and threw the handkerchief on Yu Xiaoque's face, "It's just hypocritical."