After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

On the morning of November, when the sky was misty, Song Yanxi exercised in the gym for half an hour. When he returned to the room, took a shower and dressed neatly and went downstairs, Qiu Liang appeared at the door of the villa on time.

He usually sets off at half past seven and arrives at the company on time at eight o'clock.

After getting in the car, Song Yanxi said to Qiu Liang: "Don't go to the company first, go to the Third Hospital."

Qiu Liang was slightly startled: "Are you feeling unwell?"

My boss eats a healthy diet, exercises regularly, has good physical fitness, strong immunity, and rarely gets sick all year round. Occasionally, if you have a minor illness or pain, your family doctor can solve it.

Apart from annual physical examinations, he rarely goes to the hospital.

Song Yanxi shook his head slightly: "Chu Yanyi is hospitalized."

After learning the reason, Qiu Liang asked tentatively: "Do you need to bring breakfast to Mr. Chu?"

"Bring a portion."

When Song Yanxi appeared in the ward, Chu Yanyi had just woken up and was still confused.

"Song...Mr. Song?!"

It wasn't until the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant that he slowly came to his senses and remembered that he was in the hospital.

"what happened?"

Chu Yanyi didn't expect that he would show up at the hospital so early in the morning. He lowered his eyelashes and answered, "I caught a cold the night before and caused a high fever."

"Catching a cold? High fever?" After hearing his words, Song Yanxi raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you recovered?"

"Already withdrawn."

"Just quit. When will you be discharged?"

"The doctor said that he should stay in the hospital for observation for a day or two. If the fever no longer occurs, he can be discharged."

Chu Yanyi had fair skin, but due to illness, his face looked pale, and his red lips had no color.

In addition to her slender figure, she was wearing a white striped hospital gown and a white hospital quilt, which made her look even more pale and thin.

Seeing his pale and haggard look, Song Yanxi belatedly realized that the reason Chu Yanyi caught a cold and had a fever was because she pressed him against the cold floor-to-ceiling window for a long time the night before, and then pressed him in the bathtub. to water cooling.

Knowing that he had gone too far the night before, a trace of guilt flashed through his heart, and he asked in a softer voice: "Are you hungry?"

Chu Yanyi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes: "Yeah."

"I brought you breakfast, go and wash up."

Only then did Chu Yanyi notice the bag he was holding: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

When he got out of bed and washed up, he saw Song Yanxi sitting next to him with a bowl in his hands. His expression was still indifferent, but his voice was a bit soft: "Come and sit down."

After Chu Yanyi sat down, he wanted to reach out to take the bowl in his hand, but heard the man say: "I'll feed you."

Is this dog man’s brain blocked by shit again?

Chu Yanyi cursed in his heart. Before he could figure out which song he was singing today, Song Yanxi had already scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth. He had to open his mouth and hold the porridge.

During the whole process, not to mention that Song Yanxi felt uncomfortable feeding someone porridge for the first time, and Chu Yanyi also had goosebumps all over the place when he fed him.

Zhou Ding came to the hospital to visit his father who was ill and hospitalized. When he passed by the door of Chu Yanyi's ward, he accidentally saw Song Yanxi feeding Chu Yanyi porridge through the open door, and took a photo of it with his mobile phone.

Because the company was recently busy with bidding for a major transnational project, Song Yanxi did not stay in the hospital for long. He left after feeding Chu Yanyi some porridge.

Zhou Ding sent the photos he took to Bai Lian. Bai Lian clenched his phone with a gloomy look on his face.

Fingers editing text on the keyboard [What's going on? ], before the message was sent, Zhou Ding called.

"Young Master Bai, I thought you were very capable."

Bai Lian secretly took a deep breath: "What's going on with the photo you sent me?"

"I just took the photo myself."

"Yanxi is in the hospital?"

"Yes, here he is, tenderly feeding his little lover some porridge. The way they look at each other makes my teeth hurt."

"I thought Song Yanxi would never forget his old love for you. As long as you came back, Chu Yanyi would have nothing to do with him. But it turns out that you, the real master, can't compare to a substitute. If this continues, I think it's only a matter of time before Chu Yanyi takes over."

Hearing this, Bai Lian clutched the phone so hard that his joints turned white, but his tone was extremely calm: "There's no need to draw a conclusion so quickly. Although Yanxi still has Chu Yanyi, she doesn't love him."

His words immediately caused Zhou Ding to laugh: "Song Yanxi loves you, but you can't even let Song Yanxi kick Chu Yanyi out."

Ever since that time in the restroom of the golf club, Zhou Ding had been holding a grudge after being beaten by Chu Yanyi. He had been silently waiting for the day when Chu Yanyi was kicked out by Song Yanxi so that he could take revenge.

As long as Chu Yanyi was still Song Yanxi's, he would not dare to do anything to Chu Yanyi even if he was filled with hatred.

Bai Lian gritted his teeth and endured Zhou Ding's ridicule: "The day after tomorrow is Saturday. Yanxi has promised to accompany me back to high school for a walk. I will be confident that he will drive Chu Yanyi away and be with me."

"Really? Tell me, what confidence do you have?"

Bai Lian ignored Zhou Ding and hung up the phone.

……

After get off work in the evening, Song Yanxi was about to go back to the Rose Garden. When the car drove to a certain intersection, his thoughts paused for a moment. He couldn't help but think of Chu Yanyi's illness, and said to Qiu Liang, "Go to the hospital."

Hospital ward.

"Come on, drink the medicine."

Influenced by his grandfather, Chu Yanyi felt that Chinese medicine had few side effects and could regulate the body. He didn't like taking Western medicine, so Pei Qingyue prescribed Chinese medicine to him.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the hospital bed holding a bowl of boiled Chinese medicine.

Chu Yanyi drank it all in one gulp and returned the bowl to Pei Qingyue: "Doctor Pei, can I be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

Pei Qingyue did not answer: "What did the nurse say when she came to take the temperature earlier?"

"It's not burning anymore."

"When was it measured?"

"Four hours ago."

"I'll take a look."

Pei Qingyue placed his hand on Chu Yanyi's forehead, his movements extremely gentle.

Feeling the coolness coming from his palm, Chu Yanyi calmed down his emotions: "I didn't lie to you, I really don't have a fever anymore."

Pei Qingyue smiled and nodded: "Well, the fever is indeed gone."

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded at the door of the ward.