"Xiao... Yi'an?"
This sudden fright frightened Xiao Yi'an's three souls to death. He froze up and didn't dare to take a breath.
He didn't dare to move. In fact, he had already finished sprinting 800 meters and screamed, he had already been discovered.
They howled silently for a while, still holding his wrist firmly, but never spoke again after that.
The stalemate lasted for several minutes, with He Buzhou making no next move. The frightened Xiao Yi'an mustered up the courage to take a look, but it turned out that the man who was sleeping did not wake up and was still trapped in the nightmare.
He must have been talking in his sleep just now.
Xiao Yi'an let out a long breath, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, feeling that his whole body was soft.
Fortunately, it was just a dream. If this was really discovered, he wouldn't know how to explain it to He Buzhou.
He was afraid that if he explained the matter clearly with his front foot, He Buzhou would be frightened to the point of falling ill again. Then wouldn't his work tonight be in vain?
The danger alarm was lifted. Xiao Yian wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and tried to twitch his hand. Not only did he fail to pull it out, but it made the sick man even more dissatisfied and increased his strength.
He was really sleepy and tried several times without success. He was also afraid of waking someone up, so he simply let He Buzhou hold him like this. He fell next to him and rested his arm on his arm, yawning. He closed his eyes for a few seconds.
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He Buzhou felt very uncomfortable. He was groggy all night. Sometimes he felt like he was on a stove, and sometimes he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
His body's instinct told him that he was sick. He struggled to wake up several times, but his heavy eyelids could not be opened.
He didn't know if he was hallucinating due to illness, but he felt a pair of small, cold hands touch his forehead, and then heard someone exclaim: "It's so hot."
This voice was so familiar that it made his heart palpitate.
"Why doesn't such a big man take good care of himself?"
The familiar voice complained in a low voice, with a tone of three parts resentment and seven parts pain.
Someone left him, jumped out of bed, opened the door and walked out. He could no longer feel any movement for a long time after that.
As if a century had passed, or as if only a moment had passed, he heard the sound of footsteps returning, followed closely by the rustling sound of people crawling into bed.
"I'm exhausted."
The people who left and returned whispered in his ears, and then fell silent again.
He really wanted to open his eyes and see if this cute person was who he thought he was, or if everything was just an illusion that he had been thinking about day and night.
The desire to wake up was extremely strong, but my body couldn't muster any strength, and my eyelids were as heavy as if they were hanging from a heavy weight.
If only he hadn't been sick.
He couldn't help complaining that this illness had come at an untimely time.
He waited for a long time, and no one around him moved. After another long while, the man pulled away and left.
Is this leaving?
He panicked, and his soft fingers moved under the control of strong willpower. Just when he was about to force himself to open his eyes, a pair of cold and hard lips pressed against him, followed by a bitter taste of medicine. The fluid flowed into the mouth.
He didn't know what it was, but he learned it instinctively.
Those lips came together several times, each time holding the liquid for him. When they left for the last time, he was extremely dissatisfied and wanted to ask for more, not just the liquid.
The medicine took effect quickly, and the heat in the body slowly faded away. The head was still groggy, but the whole body was not limp.
The cold palm touched his forehead again. After confirming that his body temperature had dropped, he was about to leave. He instinctively reached out and squeezed the hand firmly.
The wrist was very thin and very hard. It felt cold and smooth to the touch. It was only the size of a three-year-old child's wrist, and it didn't look like a normal person's wrist.
Who is the person taking care of him?
He tried hard to open his eyes. The lights in the room were dim and his vision was hazy. He only saw a face that was exactly the same as Xiao Yian's.
He couldn't help calling Xiao Yi'an's name.
The man seemed to be frightened by him and did not dare to move.
His vision was too blurry. He wanted to see more clearly, but the sleeping ingredients in the antipyretic medicine took effect at this time. Even if he was unwilling to do so, his eyes still closed uncontrollably, and his consciousness returned to darkness. middle.
His consciousness fell into drowsiness, but his obsession made him tightly grasp the wrist in his hand and refused to let go.
The next morning, the sun penetrated the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the wooden floor.
He Buzhou woke up suddenly, and the first thing he did after opening his eyes was to look to his side. In his sight was the face of the doll very close at hand, and the wrist he had held tightly all night was the doll's jointed arm.
So was everything last night an illusion?
He rubbed his eyebrows. He couldn't say he was disappointed, but he still felt that it was true. He stood up and let go of the doll's arm, moving the doll to the other side of the bed a little.
When he got up and got out of bed, the corner of his eye glanced at the water glass Xiao Yi'an forgot to take away on the bedside table, and he paused in the act of putting on his shoes.
He didn't bring the cup in last night. He was the only one in the whole house. So who put the cup where?
He thought of everything that happened last night and frowned slowly.
He glanced at the naked doll, his lips were straightened, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he had an extremely outrageous guess in his mind.
He still woke up early as usual, went to wash up and change clothes, and then slowly walked into the study.
There is also a laptop on the desk in the study room, which can retrieve the video footage from all the surveillance cameras in the home, including the one in the bedroom.
The computer started up very quickly, only taking a few dozen seconds. When the mouse moved to the surveillance video of last night's bedroom, he hesitated for a moment, but finally opened it.
As time and the scene passed, when He Buzhou watched the naked doll sit up, the fingers holding the mouse curled up.
The person who had always been calm and collected lost control at this moment.
What is the doll he picked up?
In the room, Xiao Yi'an, who was still immersed in the fact that he had transformed back into a human being and was happily wandering in the dream of a sea of delicious food, did not know that he had been stripped of his waistcoat and almost stripped to the ground.
He Buzhou came out of the study and returned to the room with a gloomy face. The baby doll was still exactly the same as when he left it, with no trace of movement.
If he hadn't just watched the surveillance video from last night, maybe he would have always believed that this was just an ordinary doll.
He stretched out his hand and bent down, and when his fingers were about to touch the doll's neck, he suddenly retracted quickly as if he was electrocuted.
Facing such a face that looked exactly like Xiao Yi'an, he couldn't do anything, let alone throw him away.
He recalled that when he first picked up the doll, the pitiful little one cried and said he was scared. He also recalled that ever since he picked up the doll, he had dreamed of Xiao Yi'an every night.
I don't know since when, he seems to have confused reality and dreams. He overlapped this doll with Xiao Yi'an.
This fact made him panic, and he almost ran away. He rushed out of the door with his mobile phone and briefcase.
Xiao Yi'an, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know that he had walked around the gate of hell.
On this day, the people of the He Group discovered for the first time that their Mr. He did not bring his "daughter-in-law" out.
Is this because I finally realized my conscience and stopped showing off in front of them?
He's employees cheered secretly, but it didn't take long for them to collectively change their minds and miss Xiao Yian particularly.
Mr. He, who didn't have a "wife", looked as ugly as if someone had robbed his wife. It shouldn't be too scary.
He's employees were living in trepidation all day today, especially the management. It was like they were dancing on a tightrope. If they were not careful, He Buzhou would question their ability to do things and even doubt their life.
Finally, it was almost time to get off work, but He Buzhou was dissatisfied with several plans and had to redo them all. A group of social animals could only wail and work overtime.
On the other side, it was already noon when Xiao Yian woke up. He groggily got up from the bed, looked at the desolate bedroom, and blinked a few times in confusion.
He turned to look at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The warm winter sun hung high in the sky. The canopy of trees beside the window was covered with snow that was beginning to melt and drip. A bird flew past the window.
He was stunned for a long time, and then he realized that He Buzhou had left him at home and didn't take him to work.
Why?
He Buzhou had never tried to leave him alone.
Xiao Yi'an suddenly felt aggrieved, but he still comforted himself that maybe it was because He Buzhou was sick yesterday and got up late in the morning. He was in a hurry to go to work and forgot about him.
After get off work in the afternoon, he will definitely be back soon.
With this idea in mind, Xiao Yi'an waited in the bedroom for a long time. From the time when the sun was high in the sky to sunset over the western mountains, and then when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
The lights in the bedroom had intelligently turned on automatically, but the person who had been waiting eagerly for a long time did not come back.
Xiao Yian was so bored with waiting that he counted Mianyang in his mind, from one to one thousand, five hundred and sixty-eight. After counting up to two thousand, he started from the beginning again.
Until twelve o'clock in the evening, He Buzhou still didn't come back.
Xiao Yi'an pursed his lips in grievance, and couldn't help complaining to himself: "Why aren't you back yet?"
After complaining, he began to comfort himself again. Boss Ba seems to be very busy recently. Maybe he has encountered some difficult work and has to work overtime until late?
He sat up, climbed out of bed using his hands and feet, ran to the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and sat down hugging the fence post.
He waited here so that he could see He Buzhou's car return as soon as possible. As long as he ran back and lay down before getting off the bus at Hebuzhou, he would definitely not be discovered.
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