Chapter 13 A Princess Hug from Da Mengyi

After coming out of the gym, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to chat with Aunt Lin. Pei Lang had a high emotional intelligence, and Aunt Lin was coaxed by her so much that the corners of her mouth never fell. On the way, Su Jia called again and said that Yan Han would not come back for dinner. Aunt Lin made Pei Lang dinner, cleaned up, and left.

Yan Han helped him so much, Pei Lang felt that he should thank him in person, so after dinner, he sat in the living room and waited until almost dawn when Su Jia pushed Yan Han back.

This was the first time Pei Lang saw Yan Han needing someone to push him home in a wheelchair. When he entered the room, he discovered that although Yan Han was sitting upright, his eyes were closed, and even the little man on his shoulder was lying quietly in the rocking chair.

"Asleep?" Pei Lang stood up and went to greet him. Su Jia made a gesture of silence and said in a low voice.

"The boss went back to his old house today and told me not to follow him. I don't know when he came out. It was past 11 when he called me. He was drunk in the bar." Su Jia's voice was soft, his expression serious and distressed. "The boss has difficulty moving. He has never been drunk since... I don't know what happened to him today."

"The old house, is it his father's place?" He made way for Su Jia. For the first time when they met, they did not argue with each other. Together, they sent Yan Han into the elevator and went upstairs to the bedroom floor.

"Yeah, ah~" Su Jia sighed. "The boss is a clean freak and a very particular person. He is arrogant and stubborn. He won't let anyone serve him even if his legs are like this. So usually no one can enter the room except the cleaning lady. Today he got drunk and I don't know what to do." Su Jia was really worried.

The boss wouldn't let anyone into his room, nor would he let anyone help him wash up and go to bed. His disabled legs were already a psychological blow to him, and if he had to be served like this, it would further prove that he was a useless man. For the sake of his self-esteem and persistence, he had to be self-sufficient despite his mobility problems.

It was a rare day for Su Jia to get drunk, and he didn't know what to do.

Throw the boss in the living room? The boss has high requirements for sleeping places. If you find a random place to put him when he gets drunk, won’t his salary be deducted when he wakes up the next day?

If I go into the house to take care of him, first of all, Yan Han doesn't let anyone into his room, and secondly, who will change his clothes? Who will give him a bath? If I go into the house, I won't get paid.

The elevator stopped at the designated floor and the three of them went out together.

"Do you know what our relationship is?" Pei Lang's sudden question made Su Jia startled, then he looked over with disdain and came to a conclusion. "It's a sponsorship relationship. Although I don't know why the boss sponsors you and lets you stay even though he obviously doesn't like you, this is the only explanation for the relationship."

"Of course not." Pei Lang smiled mysteriously. "He is my elder brother!"

"Brother? The boss is your brother?" Su Jia was surprised and obviously believed it.

"I unilaterally recognize him as my elder brother." Pei Lang explained. "You have also contributed a lot to my work today, so why don't you hand my elder brother over to me? I will consider it as a favor to you. Thank you."

Su Jia understood, and he understood too, his expression of disgust became even stronger. The two of them pushed Yan Han to stand at the door of the bedroom, not taking the next step. "What big brother or not, you really want to seduce our boss, and you saw that the boss was drunk and the opportunity came, so you rushed over. Pei Lang, I tell you, our boss will not be interested in you. If the boss is interested in you, I will eat shit live in the company!"

"Oh~" Pei Lang was neither annoyed nor refuted, but smiled nonchalantly. "Think about it, if I go to take care of Mr. Yan, even if he gets angry, I have nothing to lose, but it's different for you. Maybe half a year's salary will be deducted. In serious cases, you may even lose your job. Tsk tsk tsk tsk~~ Although Mr. Yan is not soft-hearted in deducting your salary, but you have this high-tech job, which others would rack their brains to get. It's a pity to lose it just because of this. I feel sorry for you."

That makes some sense.

Su Jia was still hesitant, so Pei Lang asked back, "Otherwise, can you find someone more suitable than me?"

Can't find it! Su Jia gave the answer in his mind. After thinking and weighing it over and over again, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and agreed. "Tomorrow when the boss asks about it, I will say that you forced me to do it. Is that okay?"

"Of course no problem, then... open the door." Pei Lang didn't have to take care of Yan Han, but he thought that this man looked serious and cute when he sat up straight after getting drunk. Moreover, he helped so much during the day, so taking care of him would be a thank you.

As to whether he is angry or not, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Su Jia opened Yan Han's bedroom door. The room was so tidy and neat that it made people feel uneasy.

Pushing the wheelchair into the room, there was a huge sofa, which should be used by Yan Han occasionally to work in the bedroom. He hadn't taken a shower yet and didn't plan to put him on the bed. Therefore, Pei Lang decided to put him on the sofa first.

Then, Su Jia watched Pei Lang bend down and carry his boss from the wheelchair to the sofa like a princess. Although there was a big difference in their body shapes, Pei Lang lifted his boss up easily.

Su Jia was immediately moved!

It turns out that fitness is very useful. Look, I have already taken a big step towards success.

The boss must be quite heavy; you can't tell even when he's in a wheelchair.

If the boss knew that he was being carried like a princess, what would his reaction be? Would he strangle Pei Lang to death? He would, of course.

Su Jia was lost in thought, as if he had already seen Pei Lang's miserable state. He didn't even react when Pei Lang came up to him. "Are you going to supervise me to take care of Mr. Yan?"

Su Jia, interrupting his thoughts, took a big step back and waved his hand to refuse. "No, no, no, if you want to die, go do it yourself, don't drag me along."

Obviously wanting to put all the responsibility on Pei Lang, she left in a hurry. Pei Lang was left helpless, and finally closed the door, found his pajamas, and went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature.

Yan Han's room was much more stylish than his own, and it was also very large. He filled the bathtub with water before taking off his clothes. Pei Lang looked like he was taking care of a child, with no distractions in his mind. After taking off his clothes, he carried her into the bathroom as a princess.

Yan Han was not light, and Pei Lang seemed to hold him easily, but it was just a short burst. If he hadn't been working out recently, he would not have been able to hold him. But the other party was very quiet from beginning to end, and didn't get drunk, so Pei Lang was very fond of him.

After taking a shower, I dried my body laboriously and carried her to bed. I changed into clean pajamas and then I could fall asleep well.

After completing a series of tasks, Pei Lang no longer wanted to leave.

I just took a look at Yan Han's legs. They were no different from those of a normal person. There was no muscle atrophy. Maybe Yan Han was doing rehabilitation exercises privately.

He still wanted to stand up. He must have tried many methods but all failed, so he believed in the superstition of getting married for good luck. Although it was the old man's idea and Yan Han was forced, if he really didn't want to do it at all, no one could really force him.

He was a good person, but unfortunately he couldn't stand up on his legs.

Pei Lang thought of the little man on his shoulder, who was so active, running and jumping flexibly, and he became more convinced that Yan Han wanted to stand up.

Thinking of this, Pei Lang's eyes fell on the little man sleeping quietly in the bubble on Yan Han's shoulder. He had never observed it from such a close distance. Driven by curiosity, he reached out and poked it, but the little man didn't react and the bubble couldn't be popped.

"But, I've been married for so long, and your leg still hasn't gotten better." It's been a few months since the original owner got married. "Is that why you drank after your father questioned you when you got home today and you were in a bad mood?"

It was impossible to get an answer from a drunk who was sleeping. Even if he wasn't drunk, Yan Han wouldn't respond to Pei Lang's question. "Forget it, have a good rest. Thank you for today."

Pei Lang stood up and prepared to go out, but Yan Han began to feel uneasy and mumbled to himself.

I leaned down and listened carefully. "What did you say?"

"pain…"

"Where does it hurt?"

Pei Lang questioned, and Yan Han answered for a long time before he uttered the word "legs". Pei Lang lifted up his pajamas and touched his legs. Sure enough, they were hot. Yan Han's legs were not completely numb, but he just couldn't exert any strength and was not sensitive to stimulation. However, they would occasionally hurt, just like when he had just been in a car accident, the pain was piercing.

He drank alcohol today, and he didn't know what he ate, which caused the injury. He was drunk and unconscious, and the pain made him regain consciousness and he was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, making him, a person who never cried out in pain, relax his vigilance.

"Are you feeling better now?" Pei Lang didn't know what to do. It was almost one o'clock now. He didn't have his family doctor's phone number. Should he call Su Jia? It wasn't time yet. Su Jia also needed to rest.

So he tried holding Yan Han's calves with both hands and massaging them gently. His palms were cold, and when they came into contact with Yan Han's hot legs, the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.

The other party stopped calling, and Pei Lang was about to leave. As soon as he extended his hand, Yan Han frowned in dissatisfaction. "... You are not allowed to leave... Continue..."

"You're so overbearing even when you're asking for help." Pei Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He continued to complain. He would be dissatisfied as long as he let Yan Han go. After trying several times, Pei Lang gave up.

Forget it, I'll just consider it as a reward. After all, he helped me so much.

After comforting himself, Pei Lang endured the pain in his hands and massaged Yan Han.

It was not until several hours later, when the alcohol in Yan Han's body was almost digested and the pain in his legs subsided, that Pei Lang was able to rest. Because he was too tired, he fell asleep directly beside Yan Han's bed.

Before going to bed, I was still wondering why Yan Han had leg pain.

It shouldn't be due to drinking. He used to get injured often when practicing martial arts, and his dad always gave him a sip of medicinal wine. Drinking shouldn't cause pain.

Both of them slept soundly during this sleep, and Pei Lang was tired. At ten o'clock the next day, the sun shone through the glass, and was divided by the window into golden pieces of paper that fell on the floor.

Yan Han, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and found a person crawling beside the bed. His eyes were filled with shock and murderous intent.

Pei Lang was awakened by the murderous intent. The golden sunlight hit his face, and his handsome features were as soft as if he was dreaming. When he opened his eyes, he was stung by the sunlight. He raised his hands to rub them and turned his head to find that Yan Han was awake. Pei Lang, who had not slept enough, greeted him without any preparation. "Good morning~"

As he said this, he yawned, then fell asleep again with his head resting on the quilt.

Yan Han stared at the man beside the bed, as if he wanted to see through his body. "Who let you into my room!"

After seeing the time, Yan Han's heart tightened. He actually overslept and missed the morning meeting.

In his career, he has never been late!