extremely dependent

Even Jian Xun himself didn't expect that his voice would be hoarse for half a month, and he even lost his voice several times during the recording of the program. This bad state has affected his complexion recently.

After returning from the hospital for reexamination, Chen Yuan personally drove Jian Xun back to the villa.The car stopped at the door of the house, and Jian Xun, who had been silent all the way, finally asked a word with difficulty from his stinging throat: "What about the New Year's Eve at station x?"

Listening to his hoarse voice, Chen Yuan leaned her head on the driver's seat, closed her eyes and sighed, looking extremely tired.After stopping for a while, she turned her head and said to Jian Xun: "Stop all the work you did a year ago. You should listen to the doctor's advice and get your body back to rest. Don't worry about anything else."

Jian Xun felt a little sorry, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister Yuan, I have caused you trouble."

"What are you talking about? I'm your manager, and I'm here to eat." Chen Yuan has been taking care of Jian Xun for almost five years, and he has been able to stand at such a height since he was tepid in his early twenties. , the whole team has experienced both good and bad things together in these years. Chen Yuan also has a bit of love for him like a younger brother. She sighed softly, "If your throat is uncomfortable, talk less. Go back and drink plenty of water, pay attention to rest."

Jian Xun nodded and said, "Thank you sister."

He stepped into the house, just put the things in his hand on the cabinet in the entrance, and was bending over to change his shoes, when the slight sound of cat meowing reached his ears, a fist-sized white ball wobbled to his feet and bowed Rubbing on the hem of his trousers with his back bent, he lifted a pair of small claws and hung on his trousers, trying to climb up.

Jian Xun bent down and carefully picked up the little thing picked up last night at his feet, stretched out his fingers and tapped its round head, and soon his fingers were embraced by a pair of soft little pads , The not-so-sharp deciduous teeth bit his fingertips.

The little milk cat held his hand and bit it for a while, then raised its head and called out to him. Jian Xun gently put it back on the ground, cleaned the cat food bowl that was specially bought at the pet store on the way back from the hospital, and then I washed it some goat milk powder with warm water, and the kitten was probably starving, so it staggered over and licked it, almost burying its whole head in the food bowl.

Jian Xun squatted aside and watched for a while, took out his mobile phone and took a video of Xiaobai Tuanzi and sent it to Ji Weijue, who quickly responded with a video invitation.

As soon as the video was connected, the opposite party hurriedly asked, "What did the hospital say?"

Jian Xun opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Ji Weijue frowned again and said, "Brother, stop talking, my heart hurts when you speak."

10: 47am

[Looking for traces]: No big deal.

【Trace】: Tonsils are inflamed, just drink more water.

Ji Weijue asked suspiciously: "It takes so long for the tonsils to become inflamed?"

10: 47am

[Looking for traces]: Well, maybe I got a little angry recently.

【Trace】: Show me the room you decorated today?

Ji Weijue turned on the overhead light, turned the camera over and took a picture of the monotonous Christmas tree next to the sofa and the unopened ribbons and light strings on the ground: "It hasn't started yet." After speaking, he turned the camera back to face himself, he Leaning back into the soft back of the sofa, holding up the mobile phone and looking up at Jian Xun who looked a little tired, he sighed, "I've been worrying about you all this time, and I'm not in the mood to do anything, and you still keep it from me."

Jian Xun laughed helplessly, and said hoarsely: "It is said that the damage to the vocal cords is caused by excessive fatigue and overuse of the voice. Use less voice and rest more. It will be fine after a while."

Ji Weijue heard his hoarse voice as if it contained gravel, and his heart ached so much that his eyes were almost red. Seeing his appearance, Jian Xun couldn't help feeling sour, and coaxed: "Excellence."

Ji Weijue probably also thought it a bit embarrassing for the elders to say that their eyes were red, so he sniffed and said, "Stop talking."

Jian Xun let out a "hmm", bent down and picked up the little milk cat on the ground who had finished drinking the milk and was playing with the woolen wool on the slippers under his feet, walked to the sofa and sat down, but ignored Ji Weijue's urging, He only lowered his voice to reduce the burden on his throat, and said in a breathy voice, "I'll show you it."

"...I told you to stop talking." Ji Weijue complained in a low voice.

"This way the throat doesn't hurt." He turned the camera over to face the milk cat lying on his lap and focused on playing with the small fish-patterned pillow, and stretched out his hand to stroke its small head. The kitten looked up at the camera " meow" sounded.

This sound completely turned Ji Weijue on the other end of the video: "It's so cute, brother, did you name it?"

"Not yet," Jian Xun said softly. He looked at Ji Weijue who saw the kitten's eyes glowing on the screen, thought for a while, and said, "Get up."

"Ah?" Ji Weijue was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Am I getting up?"

Jian Xun stroked the little milk cat's head, and said almost gently: "Well, get up."

Ji Weijue said without hesitation: "It's called Xunbao."

"Ok?"

Ji Weijue asked: "Isn't it cute?"

"……good."

Ji Weijue smiled and said, "Actually, I planned to raise a cat named Xunbao when I return to China next year. Since my brother raised it first, I will lend it the name first."

The little milk cat is probably tired of playing with the little fish pillow, a pair of small paws grabbed the sweater on Jian Xun's body and climbed up, Jian Xun stretched out his hands to support it and climbed onto his shoulders, the little milk cat stepped on his shoulders and walked towards his neck Come over, rub against his warm neck, then curl up comfortably in the nest of his neck, the thin tip of the tail gently sweeping his shoulders.

Jian Xun turned the camera to face herself, and asked, "What are your Christmas plans?

Ji Weijue thought for a moment and replied, "No."

The soft body of the little milk cat is warm in the nest of Jian Xun's neck, and its warm and comfortable purr is heard by his ears.

"Hmm...Welcome Xunbao to spend Christmas with you?"