The wicked doctor in the American hospital remembered tricking He Yu into forbidding intercourse for three months, but he didn't remember telling He Yu that Xie Qingcheng's prosthetic eye had side effects.
Of course, it may also be because the doctor felt that Xie Qingcheng affirmed that he and He Yu had spoken.
But Dr. Wicked didn't understand Professor Xie's temper.
Xie Qingcheng felt that the side effects of the prosthetic eye were a very small matter, and its importance was probably not higher than that of the professional books he had read halfway through and forgot to bookmark.
"How could you forget to tell me about such a serious situation?!!" After hearing the details, He Yu's expression changed.
Xie Qingcheng couldn’t understand this—
"It's just that when you are overtired or stimulated, there will be occasional symptoms of sudden vision loss, and it will recover after a good night's sleep. What is there to say."
"How much is the sudden drop, you can't see clearly now!" He Yu's expression was still tense.
Xie Qingcheng sighed and said lightly: "It's just one night, it doesn't matter how much it falls."
He was a little regretful, he had known that he would not be so specific with He Yu.
The prosthetic eye is different from the prosthetic foot. Although these two things are made in advance by high bionics, the prosthetic foot has almost no special feeling except for the occasional very slight reaction on rainy days. Prosthetic eyes are too delicate. When the receptors are very tired or subject to some extreme stimulation, symptoms such as a temporary lack of blood supply and abnormal contact of artificial nerves may occur, resulting in the loss of the owner's vision and even temporary blindness.
But like what Xie Qingcheng said, this is just a small problem that can be cured automatically in one night. He was originally a person with dim eyes, and his flesh and blood were dug up by his cousins. It is common for ordinary people to regain the light. Can't ask for luck, this prosthetic eye occasionally fails, in Xie Qingcheng's view, what is it
He Yu didn't think so. Xie Qingcheng didn't care much about his body, but he kept it in his mouth for fear of falling. He knew the whole situation and refused to let Xie Xie say anything. Qingcheng got out of bed and walked around again. Even Xie Qingcheng said that he was tired and wanted to drink some water, so he immediately turned around and took it to Xie Qingcheng.
If it wasn't for Xie Qingcheng's refusal, he would have to feed it to his brother Xie himself to be relieved.
In the next few days, even though Xie Qingcheng's eyesight had completely recovered, He Yu still refused to let him do this or that, and wanted to do everything in the family.
Xie Qingcheng was lying in the rocking chair, with a large medical book on his lap. When he was resting, he frowned, looking at He Yu who was busy, suddenly secretly wondering—
Doesn't this guy have a cold
How could it feel that except before their relationship that night, He Yu was so frail and pampered that he would be sick at any time, and he didn't even listen to his sneeze after that.
... Isn't this bastard just kidding himself
The slender knuckles tapped casually on the arm of the rocking chair, Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man who was clumsily wiping the stove, suspicion entangled in his heart like a devil's net.
but-
"what!"
With He Yu's exclamation, the invisible devil's net suddenly retracted.
Xie Qingcheng immediately got up and walked over to take a look—
Shit, it's fucking terrifying.
The little devil rubbed a gas stove and his hand was cut by the iron sheet at the corner.
Xie Qingcheng lost his temper because of him. This young bourgeois boss is really uncomfortable living in this common man's hut. He never notices the dangers in the corners. Utensils will also be customized like his designer, and even the texture of wood affected by moisture in rainy days can be considered.
The result is repeated beatings of life.
In the past few days, in addition to being scratched by the sharp edge of the stove, Mr. He also smashed two cups and a bowl; he did not pay attention to the drainage when washing dishes, which blocked the pipes of the sink; he thought that the washing machine could automatically dry, so it was only turned on when needed. When I opened the cabinet door, I found that the clothes inside were still wet and dripping water and could not be worn at all...
The list goes on and on.
With a sigh, Xie Qingcheng neatly took out the gauze-cotton iodophor from the medicine box, treated the wound for He Yu, and put on the little dinosaur Band-Aid that was not used up in the medicine box.
Then he raised his eyes to look at the distinguished Mr. He, hesitating to say anything.
The distinguished Mr. He lowered his eyelashes and silently looked at the wound on the back of his hand: "..."
Xie Qingcheng: "You've lived here for so many days, and you're still not used to it."
Mr. He said in a low voice, "It will take a while."
Xie Qingcheng considered for a moment and said, "Go to rest, I'll do it."
He Yu didn't agree again, and always felt that he would be exhausted. Finally, in Xie Qingcheng's chilling expression, he repeatedly confirmed that there would be no problem with Xie Qingcheng's eyes. The mess was cleaned up, and then he obediently lay on Xie Qingcheng's big bed and started playing with his mobile phone.
Xie Qingcheng rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, glanced at him, and continued busy.
However, He Yu was worried that Xie Qingcheng’s eyes were real, but not in other respects—Professor Xie, an upright gentleman, did not continue to think deeply about when He Yu’s bizarre cold was cured, nor did he realize that He Yu’s housekeeping ability was bad. It's rotten, but not to the point where he can't even turn on the gas stove. In the past few days when his eyes were uncomfortable, although He Yu made some funny mistakes, he basically didn't have any major problems with food, clothing, and shelter. .
Professor Xie didn't notice that He Yu was playing with his mobile phone, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his lips.
I didn't even find the browsing interface keywords that He Yu entered when he was idle:
sexy wedding dress
xx props
As long as Professor Xie looks back, he is guaranteed to see through Mr. He's sinister intentions: Come on, this little fox who killed a thousand knives is obviously still a thief who wants to play with flowers!
Of course, Mr. He's current priority is not to buy sexy wedding dresses, dog rings and stockings. His top priority is to speed up the process of getting Xie Qingcheng back to live in his own home.
Although Moyu Lane is good, the sound insulation of the old house is too bad after all, the stimulation is exciting, and it is inconvenient to live for a long time. He suspects that the teenage boy in high school in the neighbor's house has secretly seen him and Xie through the broken window paper. What Qingcheng has done, the eyes he looks at them are always weird recently, and he keeps staring at Xie Qingcheng's waist, He Yu knows best what curiosity and waste are in these boys' minds. .
He didn't want to bring bad flowers to the motherland. He was very possessive and jealous. He didn't mind if people listened to others. Absolutely intolerable.
Besides, since Xie Qingcheng's prosthetic eye has this side effect, he doesn't want Xie Qingcheng to be tired of anything other than the bed. It's good for everyone to move back to his own home as soon as possible. .
He Yu thought like this, his eyes missed the bloody European-style corset lace wedding dress underwear on the mobile phone screen, and fell on the man with a straight back and evenly long legs not far away.
The man stood in the light, and his eyes fumbled darkly over his holy figure.
He Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, breathing slightly—
He really didn't want to wait any longer.
It's time for some more banging.
The school day was approaching. On this day, Xie Qingcheng went to school to deal with some things. When he drove back, he heard the lively movement of the uncles and aunts in the hospital giggling and laughing before he walked into the alley.
Xie Qingcheng walked quickly through the alley, and when he entered, he couldn't help but laugh.
He Yu is helping those uncles and aunties set up mobile apps.
He is a top hacker, and it was a piece of cake to re-adjust the old man's software to be more convenient to use, and he also built an anti-fraud shielding wall for them, which is much easier to use than the official software. Those grandparents who were coaxed by him with brows and smiles, lined up for him to give him a cell phone.
Seeing Xie Qingcheng coming back, He Yu greeted with a smile while busy.
Xie Qingcheng stood behind He Yu and looked at it. It was quite complicated, and he had to enter a lot of codes, but it was a good thing. Xie Qingcheng patted him on the shoulder and told him to rest his eyes, so he went home and gave it to He Yu. Ready for dinner.
Who knew that dinner was ready, and it was cold again. He Yu had not prepared it for the neighbors, but the queue became longer and longer, and even the old people in the opposite alley came to join in the fun.
Xie Qingcheng watched silently from the side, and frowned slightly when two young girls joined in at the end of the team to join in the fun and take advantage.
He turned his head to He Yu and said, "It's almost done, you can make it for these uncles and grandma, then come in for dinner, and the others will let them come back tomorrow."
He Yu was very obedient, and immediately responded obediently, and explained it patiently to the neighbors with a smile. Although those who could not get their turn later felt a little regretful, they still remembered the order in which they queued today, and then dispersed.
He Yu got the software for the last few old people and entered the house.
Xie Qingcheng was sitting in front of the dining table. On the table were reheated four dishes, one soup and one cold dish. They were fresh and tender sea urchin tofu, rich and hot tomato brisket soup, and crystal clear and refreshing hand-peeled Longjing shrimp. Fried oysters with crispy shell and thick and juicy inside, water chestnuts and wild bamboo shoots and dried green beans, stir-fried diced ham, abalone Dongpo pork, and the dim sum is Xie Qingcheng's hand-made black truffle sanxian xiaolongbao, probably to take care of He Yu's taste, these The dishes are well done and the ingredients are good.
He said to He Yu, "Sit and eat."
Being kind to others is a good thing. Xie Qingcheng felt that he should encourage and encourage He Yu, so he filled a bowl of tomato and beef brisket soup and pushed it to He Yu: "Have you been busy for a long time?"
"Um."
"Eat more and have a good night's rest."
He Yu smiled slightly, his eyes wandered, the darkness inside was dark and gloomy, but Xie Qingcheng didn't notice it.
The young man picked up the bowl and coaxed Xie Qingcheng gently and smoothly: "It's right to do things for your neighbors."
Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and said lightly: "It is good to be filial to the elderly and to be good neighbors, but don't tire yourself out."
He Yu replied again, enduring the bad water that was pouring out of his heart, he lowered his head with a secret smile, and ate the meal the man cooked for him in small mouthfuls.
But the abacus in the young man's heart was actually already cracking. He peeked at Xie Qing's reaction at the moment, and secretly felt that if he did this next time, there must be some drama...