My seven-year itch with my guard boyfriend

"Xiaoqiu, Bao'er...Sanggong, dad, dad!"

Jianqiu wiped the floor with his back to me, turning a deaf ear.

I lay on the bed and continued to wail: "Buddha! Buddha, please let my grandson out! I have been detained on the bed by you for three days. I'm going to grow grass, I'm going to rub mud!"

He sighed and straightened his waist: "Not yet, you can recover from your injury first."

"I'm healed! Your rotten back can squeak and run down the field to work. Why do I still have to lie on the bed! I'm fine, really, I'll give you a fork in place to prove it's okay Well, it's all right!"

He shook his head: "Then... if the injury there is not well healed, it will be dangerous. Don't move around, let me take a look."

I was about to collapse, and grabbed my pants: "What are you doing, you, can you give my ass a little freedom? Can you stay away from the life of my ass?"

I really didn’t say that this person has been in a dazed state since the night of shock. Every hour he had to lift the quilt to see the growth of my little chrysanthemum. He was afraid that I might catch a cold, so he wouldn’t let me get out of bed for three whole days. , I have to accompany him when I go to the bathroom occasionally, and I wish I could build a greenhouse for me. The most common sentence I say is "don't leave this room". They all suspected that Jianqiu's sickness and tenderness had been exacerbated this time, and that Heihua would have a prison play or something.

Although it is not impossible, it is quite exciting to think about it, hey.

He pressed my wrist helplessly, and said nicely, "Stop making trouble, come, let me have a look."

I kicked my legs and took off my pants without love: "Look, take a closer look, this chrysanthemum grows so gratifyingly! It's almost ready, I'm still a teacher of the people, can you let me burn the torch?" Cheng Hui happily devoted himself to the cause of education, and if I don't attend classes, I will lose my job!"

He was a little anxious: "Do you know how you were hurt that day?"

I hesitated for a second and stopped talking.

Jianqiu leaned over and looked at it carefully for a while, then covered the quilt for me, and said: "I asked for half a month's leave for you."

I said, "Huh? What did you say?"

He glanced at me and said, "I said that your leg was broken in the fight with the thief."

I choked for a while, and said, "...have a lot of fun."

He said: "I have to go for a while, you must not move around, lie down and rest, I will let Wu Bo come to accompany you."

Uncle Wu is also the old man next door.Jianqiu's brothers and colleagues are all very righteous. Knowing that he has an older brother whose leg was broken in a fight with bandits, they all help to cover him for arriving late and leaving early. He didn't let me stay alone for a while, he insisted on letting Old Wu to watch me.I said that if you let him come, it would be better for me to lie down and sleep alone for a while. When he comes, he will talk like a small steel cannon when he is very old, and it will shorten my life.

I sighed, feeling that I was doomed to cry for Old Wutou, I gave a half-dead cry, and said, "Then give me a kiss before leaving."

Jianqiu finished wiping the floor and was in a hurry to change clothes. Now he walked over while fastening his belt, and gave me a very perfunctory smack.

I lay on the bed with a dead heart, feeling that I was not nourished by love, and I withered more and more.

After Jianqiu got dressed, he sat next to me and combed his hair. I pinched a lock of his hair, looked at his profile, and called him: "Xiaoqiu."

He tilted his head and looked at me.

I said, "Just smile."

For three days, he hadn't smiled.Once my back hurt, I took care of me almost non-stop, but no matter how much I made him happy, he stopped laughing.

Although I'm clamoring to go to work, I actually know that I can't walk well now. Whenever I need help to limping to solve my personal problems, Jianqiu's eyes are very uncomfortable, too Complicated, mixed with distress, intolerance, and even guilt.

I have never been able to figure out what is so guilty about this.I stroked his hair and said softly, "Being a man, the most important thing is to be happy. Baby, many things will catch up with you, and you will be unlucky. If you pass, you don't have to think about it. Come on, have a smile."

He turned around, with black hair like a waterfall, a big beauty, with his head lowered, pursing his lips thoughtfully at me like Bao Si.

...it seems to be more troublesome.

Jianqiu left in a hurry, and Uncle Wu came in after a while.

I lay down helplessly, and called out, "Master."

He sighed, poured himself a cup of tea, sat beside me, and asked strangely, "Why are you withering?"

"...Master, you can either add a word, wither, or don't use metaphors, just say I'm wilted, weak, or depressed."

"Oh, how did you wither?"

I said, "I'm worried about my brother."

"What's up with him?"

"He's depressed. Sir," I stretched myself half up, "you said, I didn't feel anything, I ate and drank every day... well, it was more painful, let's not talk about it, in short, what should I do, what should I do? , The bandits were also suppressed, the money was almost returned, and the kidnapper was released. Even the child who was injured the most woke up yesterday. Why did he get scared out of his wits? In my pocket, I have been violently suppressed by him for three days, and I will not let go of the bed, how should I put it... I feel a little frightened."

The uncle looked at me quietly for a while, and said, "It's okay. If my cub is robbed by bandits, I will do the same."

I don't comment on the strange ethical relationship in this analogy, other than to say: "But I think something is wrong..."

"It's nothing, don't worry. Do you still have rice cakes at home?"

"...Yes, in the cabinet below you, hey, save some for me."

The two of us were eating snacks like two hamsters. When Jianqiu came back, Jianqiu's face darkened when he saw it, but it was inconvenient to attack Old Wu, so he said: "You look at him from now on, don't let him eat hard food thing."

Uncle Wu was taken aback, a little embarrassed: "I, I forgot."

I shrank back under the quilt: "I forgot too."

After Uncle Wu left, he sat next to my bed, and when I saw him take a breath, I knew he was going to babble again, so I said first, "Stop complaining, hug me."

He was interrupted by me, and gave me a hug helplessly: "I'm serious, can you control..."

I hugged his waist and didn't let go, moaning: "I was wrong. I want to drink porridge right now, the kind that is very thin. It clears the night and detoxifies the intestines. It's very good."

"...I'll do it."

The author has something to say:

Thank you little prince baby mine!

PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder (Post-traumatic stress disorder; PTSD) refers to the aftermath of a disordered mental state after a person encounters or resists major stress, which means more ridicule here.The storms and waves have passed, and the rest is the skinny and sweet little days. The article is almost over, and I will strive for a few more episodes. I am also reluctant to part with our cubs!

In addition, how do you see who poured this nutrient solution for me, thank you to this unknown big baby!