I think you mean it

Cheng Xing called Yuechen three times in a row but no one answered, so he had to rush into the community to look for him, but soon Cheng Xing found out that he didn't know where Yuechen's home was, and it was unrealistic for him to go home.

Cheng Xing leaned against the lamppost and took a few breaths, then dialed Qiao Wei.

She got Ai Ling's phone number from Qiao Wei, and got the address of Yuechen's home from Ai Ling.

Cheng Xing almost sprinted [-] meters to Yuechen's house, and according to what Ai Ling said, he found a spare key for Yuechen's house from an inconspicuous corner.

Although countless images of Yuechen's tragic death at home had appeared in Cheng Xing's mind along the way, he did not want to see any accidents with Yuechen.

Cheng Xing was so flustered and anxious that his hands were shaking when he opened the door.

Don't make me a witness at the scene of the first crime, Mr. Yue, even though we have only known each other for two days, I still hope you are alive, you can't die, Mr. Yue...

"Morning—"

Cheng Xing rushed into Yuechen's house, called his name while pushing open the doors of each room, and finally found the half-dead Yuechen in a bedroom on the south side.

"Mr. Yue?" The blackout curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and the room was pitch black. Cheng Xing touched the switch by the door and saw Yue Chen who was huddled under the blanket.

"Mr. Yue, are you alright?" Cheng Xing knelt down, reached out and touched Yue Chen's forehead, feeling cold sweat.But Cheng Xing said he was very happy about this, Yuechen is still alive and still has a chance to be rescued.

Yue Chen was dazzled by the sudden light, and buried in the quilt, he hummed vaguely.

"What's wrong? I'll take you to the hospital." Cheng Xing quickly pulled out two clothes from the closet and threw them on the bed.

"Stomach..." Yue Chen hummed weakly.

Cheng Xing thought that Yuechen was calling him, and immediately threw himself down beside Yuechen's bed like caring for a dying patient, "What's wrong, Mr. Yue, what's your order?"

"There are stomach medicines in the medicine box in the TV cabinet, no...you don't need to go to the hospital." Yue Chen covered his stomach with his hands through the quilt, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"Wait for me." Cheng Xing immediately rushed into the living room to look through the stomach medicine in the TV cabinet, mixed it with warm water and handed it to Yue Chen's bedside.

Yue Chen closed his eyes and frowned, looking in excruciating pain.

"Take the medicine first." Cheng Xing took a tissue to help him wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

Yuechen waited for a long time before reluctantly getting up and taking the medicine.

"How long has it been hurting?"

Yuechen leaned against the head of the bed, his expression not much better, "I don't know, it's been hurting all the time."

"Has it been hurting since you came back last night?" Cheng Xing frowned unconsciously.

Yue Chen nodded and didn't speak, just took a sip of water.

It can't be said that it's because of drinking a glass of wine, it's too embarrassing.

"I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup." Cheng Xing put the clothes in Yue Chen's hand, "Put them on, and I'll say hello to the administration."

"Do not......"

"No! I have to go. I won't have a job when you're finished..." Cheng Xing didn't expect to speak out his heart in a hurry, and quickly stopped, "You change your clothes first."

After speaking, he left Yuechen's room as if his butt was on fire, but he didn't see the weak smile on Yuechen's face.

Yuechen's stomach ached so much that he didn't sleep all night, it was all because of the glass of wine last night and a little unknown fire.

Anger hit the stomach, and it was retribution.

Cheng Xing called the company, made some decent arrangements, and waited in the living room for Yuechen to pack up.

By the way, I cleaned up the debris all over the floor, the sofa full of dolls and the balcony full of green plants but half of them were dead.

After tidying up, Cheng Xing sat back on the sofa.

It's strange that someone like Yuechen would keep so many dolls in his home.

Sure enough, people can't be seen.

Cheng Xing was about to knock on Yuechen's door to see if Mr. Yue was knocked down by stomach pain again, but the door was knocked first.

"How is my brother?" Ai Ling pushed open the door and hurried towards Yuechen's bedroom.

Cheng Xing stopped him, "Hey, he's changing clothes, I'll take him to the hospital for a checkup."

"Stomach trouble?" Ai Ling asked.

"Well," Cheng Xing nodded, "I just took the medicine."

"He agreed to let you take him to the hospital?" Ai Ling looked incredulous.

Cheng Xing took two steps back, "Ah, I said go, and he didn't object."

Ai Ling's face was full of 'How is it possible? ! '.

Without waiting for Ai Ling to say anything, Yuechen opened the door and walked out, wearing a white striped casual shirt and light blue jeans that Cheng Xing randomly found out, with a weak complexion and simple hairstyle, it looked a little Very clean student spirit.

Cheng Xing was stunned when he saw Yue Chen, but he didn't expect that Yue Chen, who was shunning his hair, would be like this?

Yue Chen was stunned when he saw Ai Ling, obviously he didn't understand why Ai Ling appeared in his house.

Ai Ling was also taken aback when she saw her brother. Someone seemed to have said something like "I will not go to the hospital if I die, but I will die at home." What's the situation today?

The three of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally Cheng Xing spoke first, "Mr. Yue, I have already said hello to the company. I will take you to the hospital first."

Yuechen let out an "um" and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

Cheng Xing came in in a hurry and didn't think about changing his shoes at all. After all, at that time, Yue Zong might have been killed in his heart, so he didn't have so much time to care about these details.

Ever since, Cheng Xing had the audacity to pull a coat out of the wardrobe in Yuechen's bedroom without the owner's permission.

"Mr. Yue is very windy today, you should wear more clothes."

Yuechen still just let out a "huh".

Ai Ling's eyeballs are about to fall out.

This is still his brother?Or the brother who usually doesn't allow others to step into the bedroom?Or the guy who would get his hands chopped off if he casually rummaged through his closet?

Oh of course, the second case simply won't happen where the first case is guaranteed.

So this Cheng Xing, who committed two unpardonable crimes in a row, was unscathed?

Ai Ling doesn't understand, really doesn't understand.

His brother's heart is really a needle in the sea.

Ai Ling was going to the hospital with her, but she was stopped by Yuechen before getting into the car.

"Brother~ You are the only family member like me in China, do you really want to drive me away?" Ai Ling lay on the co-pilot's window and held Yue Chen's arm without letting go.

"Don't talk nonsense." Yue Chen clutched his stomach and glanced at Ai Ling with a pale face.

"Okay, okay, my brother Cheng Xing left it to you, call me if you have anything to do." Ai Ling had no choice but to let go of her hand and said loudly to Cheng Xing.

"Don't worry." Cheng Xing nodded and drove Yue Chen to the hospital.

What Ai Ling said just now played out again in Cheng Xing's mind, what does it mean that Yuechen is the only family member in China?Are the parents not in the country?If you are sick like this, you will fight on your own?

Cheng Xing looked at Yuechen, a little dazed, and didn't notice when the green light was on. The car behind him honked his horn, and Cheng Xing reacted abruptly.

When he arrived at the hospital, Cheng Xing put Yuechen on a chair and went to queue for registration by himself.

Then he took Yue Chen to the Department of Gastroenterology, where he underwent a lot of examinations that Cheng Xing couldn't name.

Cheng Xing looked at Yue Chen's appearance, and felt that there were actually many unknown cracks under this person's seemingly meticulous and delicate shell, and he was not always in a perfect state as written in the news reports.

At least not now.

Because I hardly ate or drank anything from last night to now, I went for a gastroscopy directly.After the gastroscopy, Yue Chen's complexion was so pale that it made people feel a little distressed, but Cheng Xing felt that he was just overflowing with sympathy.

After leaving the hospital, Yuechen was still sick.

"Mr. Yue, you've heard it too. Chronic gastritis may turn into stomach cancer if it becomes severe." Cheng Xing half supported him. "In the future, eat more healthy vegetables and fruits. Don't drink coffee, and the same goes for alcohol."

Cheng Xing probably felt that he had saved Yuechen's life, so he became more rigid in his words, "You can't even eat spicy food, but you are still young, and the doctor said that as long as you take good care of yourself and take medicine, you will be fine."

"I'm not deaf." Yue Chen said softly.

"Huh?" Cheng Xing didn't hear clearly, and put his ear close to him again, "What did you say?"

Yue Chen looked at the crystal-clear wonton-like ears in front of him and almost bit his ears, "I said, I heard it."

"Okay, Mr. Yue is good," Cheng Xing patted Yuechen's back like a child, "Fortunately, it's not a serious illness, it's scary."

"Scared you?" Yue Chen asked.

The golden autumn and October sunshine was brilliant and dazzling, reflecting on the equally bright Yue Chen's face, and the breeze brushed the thin bangs on his forehead, Cheng Xing deeply realized for the first time what it means to be pleasing to the eye.

"Of course." Cheng Xing replied without thinking.

"Are you afraid of losing your job?" Yue Chen smiled slightly.

Cheng Xing turned his head and scratched his temples embarrassingly, "Ah... no, I'm mainly worried about you."

"No." Yue Chen said.

"What won't?"

"You won't lose your job." Yuechen repeated again.