Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 76

"--Can you say that again."

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In the dead of night, the hoarse voice on the phone seemed to cut through the infinite silence, leaving a mark on the intact decoration.

Lin stood beside him, watching Su Jingcheng's back that he was trying to hold up just now seemed to be hit hard from the head, which made him feel fatigued almost instantly.

"I mean, Mr. Su, brother Zhuo fell asleep."

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very high, Xu Yi tightened the silk quilt on Shen Zhuo's body, and then couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him.

The kiss fell on Shen Zhuo's lips, Xu Yi probed in dissatisfied, and the two pressed against each other, bringing out the delicate and sticky soft sound of water.

And Xu Yi's cell phone was less than ten centimeters away from the place where the two were making out, and even the slightest voice was captured by the sensitive microphone, and then transmitted to the person on the other end of the phone.

Others might not check it out, but Su Jingcheng has been in this circle for so many years, what kind of movement should be what kind of sound, and what depth of what kind of movement has reached——

He was crazy, he knew it.

Su Jingcheng has never hated his rich emotional history so much.

If you don't know, you don't know; if you don't know, it doesn't hurt so much.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to prove how he was defeated by Xu Yi.

But there was only a hoarse gasp.

Xu Yi held the phone in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to wrap around Shen Zhuo completely, as if catching all his desires.

"I'm sorry... Dong Su."

Xu Yi also sighed slightly, but it was like a winner showing off to a loser. He was afraid of waking Shen Zhuo, so he lowered his voice again and again, "We are going to sleep, goodbye. No, the last It's better not to see you again."

After saying this, Xu Yi took the phone from his ear, ready to press the lock screen and put it back on the bedside table.

But just when he took the phone away from his ear, there was another voice that was amplified countless times——

"Give the phone to Shen Zhuo!"

That voice seemed to have exhausted all its strength, compared to Su Jingcheng's weakness just now, this sentence has a bit of Su Jingcheng's most beautiful time.

But it was only the first few words, but the latter words could no longer be maintained.

Ruthless, desperate, helpless, but unwilling.

It was like, no matter what, he wanted to wake up the person next to Xu Yi from his sleep.

Su Jingcheng and Shen Zhuo shared the same bed back and forth for so long, their understanding of each other is actually like the palms and backs of hands, touching one side can feel the warmth of the other side.

Shen Zhuo's sleep is very light, even if someone loses with great difficulty, if there is any sudden unexpected situation around, he will wake up almost immediately.

Su Jingcheng didn't understand before, but now he suddenly understands.

——If you don’t feel safe, how can you sleep peacefully?

He suddenly remembered the time when the two of them were the sweetest in the past. One day when Shen Zhuo came back from overtime work in "Ding Cheng", it was almost one o'clock in the evening. That night, Su Jingcheng had a whim to make some porridge.

It's real porridge, Su Jingcheng doesn't know how to cook at all, and was inspired by something strange that night, and even came up with the idea of ​​making a meal for Shen Zhuo himself to see his expression.

Su Jingcheng still remembers Shen Zhuo's reaction at that time.

In fact, when Su Jingcheng asked Shen Zhuo to serve the porridge by himself, the porridge in the pot was already completely cold.

He put too much rice, and the result is that porridge doesn't look like porridge, rice doesn't look like rice, it needs to look good, it needs taste... What kind of taste can white porridge have.

But Shen Zhuo surprisingly bought it. He told Su Jingcheng with a smile that he hadn't eaten that night, and even ate up the whole pot of porridge.

There were only two people in the apartment in the city center. He and Shen Zhuo sat across the table, and the dim light shone on Shen Zhuo's soft side face, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Su Jingcheng suddenly thought at that time, when he had had enough fun, he would spend the rest of his life with Shen Zhuo.

Competent and homely, good-looking and good-natured.

And it seems very flattering.

The two of them had a very pleasant time in bed that night. Su Jingcheng always felt that Shen Zhuo was too passive in the intimate matters between the two, but on that day, Shen Zhuo took the initiative to ride up for the first time.

This is a posture that Su Jingcheng has never used with Shen Zhuo, although of course he has tried it with other people before, but there is no feeling that can compare to this time.

Shen Zhuo is better.

Until the two of them were done heartily, Su Jingcheng lay down with her arms around Shen Zhuo contentedly, still thinking so happily in her heart.

Sleeping until midnight, Su Jingcheng suddenly reached out and touched the other side of the double bed for some unknown reason that night, but vaguely felt that Shen Zhuo next to him was trembling.

Both of them were asleep, Su Jingcheng stretched out his hand, and his palm was covered with cold sweat.

Shen Zhuo didn't even tremble soundlessly, he didn't even roll around, he just curled up on the edge of the bed without moving a bit.

Su Jingcheng had a meeting with a foreign dealer the next day, and he didn't want to take care of it, but it was probably because he had done it so heartily before, that he found himself a little worried.

"Shen Zhuo?" Su Jingcheng pulled Shen Zhuo towards him, and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." Shen Zhuo paused for a long time before returning to him, and he was silent for a while before saying, "It's okay, you go to sleep, I'll sleep after lying down for a while."

Su Jingcheng is used to being in a superior position, and what he dislikes the most is this kind of erratic temperament, coupled with being woken up again, so he turned on the light more directly, sat up and looked at Shen Zhuo, which was a bit unpleasant Asked: "What's wrong with you, just say—"

Halfway through the sentence, he swallowed it back abruptly.

Under the dim night light, his deep complexion was paler than that of ghosts. Beads of sweat slipped silently from the edge of his forehead, and then sank into the white down pillow even more silently.

And Shen Zhuo tightly covered his stomach with one hand, holding it down fiercely, as if wishing to stretch out his hand to gouge out the stomach.

Su Jingcheng was taken aback, and quickly turned on the indoor headlights with the automatic switch, and pulled Shen Zhuo up: "Where does it hurt?"

Shen Zhuo didn't answer, his whole body seemed to be exhausted, he leaned against Su Jingcheng's arms very tiredly, only stretched out his hand to cover one side of his lower abdomen, and shook his head with great difficulty.

Su Jingcheng still had a bit of common sense, he glanced at the place where Shen Zhuo was pressing, and said loudly, "Does it hurt your stomach?"

In just a few words, the beads of sweat on Shen Zhuo's forehead became more intense, making him look as if he had been soaked in water, extremely weak and pitiful.

Su Jingcheng realized that his heart ached so much, he hugged Shen Zhuo and whispered softly, even involuntarily softening his voice a bit: "Don't be afraid, I'll call an ambulance right away, and it will be here soon! Baby, don't be afraid!"

Shen Zhuo didn't answer Su Jingcheng's words, he opened his mouth hard, but still couldn't make a sound, he could only reluctantly stretch out his finger and pointed to the cabinet closest to the bedside, and then pointed to the first cabinet of the cabinet. layer.

Su Jingcheng hugged Shen Zhuo, leaned over to take a look in the cabinet, it was full of boxes of medicines.

The basic symptoms are all for gastrointestinal treatment. In addition to various large and small medicine boxes, there are a few small bottles of painkillers hidden at the end of all the medicines.

Shen Zhuo signaled Su Jingcheng to take out the painkiller, Su Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, but did not pass the medicine bottle to Shen Zhuo.

Other relatives of the Su family have a private hospital. Mr. Su once lived there for a while, and Su Jingcheng has seen people in the hospital give patients this kind of painkiller.

Out of curiosity, he once took the medicine bottle and asked the nurse casually. The little nurse looked at his class with winking eyes, and after finding no response, she explained the painkiller to him in a lack of interest.

To put it bluntly, if you take too much painkillers, you will become addicted.

But Shen Zhuo has so many in his cabinet.

Su Jingcheng dialed the phone just now, he hugged Shen Zhuo tightly in his arms, leaned close to him and bit Shen Zhuo's ear, and said coaxingly: "Zhuo Zhuo is the most obedient, don't take that medicine, let's wait for the doctor, okay?" ? The doctor will be here soon. Be obedient."

Shen Zhuo has changed from the cold sweat just now to the current one, and he is almost in pain so much that he can't hear what Su Jingcheng is saying.

But Su Jingcheng is so gentle, Shen Zhuo seems to realize that he has not seen Su Jingcheng's expression for a long time.

Su Jingcheng with such an expression made him afraid that if he was disobedient, such Su Jingcheng would disappear.

Probably because the body is sick, the brain is also short-circuited.

The ambulance came from the Su family's own hospital, but Su Jingcheng couldn't trust his own hospital, so he just sent Shen Zhuo to the city general hospital with the best reputation.

After running through the red light at four o'clock in the middle of the night, when Shen Zhuo entered the hospital gate, there were already doctors and nurses waiting at the gate in the emergency room.

The first aid time was very short, Shen Zhuo was pushed out of the emergency room in only one hour.

Su Jingcheng waited outside with several other assistants and the driver who came with him. Seeing the hospital bed being pushed out from the operating room, he hurried over to ask the doctor about the situation.

The doctor seemed very helpless. He first glanced at Shen Zhuo on the hospital bed, and then at Su Jingcheng who was standing beside him. He didn't dare to speak too forcefully, so he had to suppress his anger and said to Su Jingcheng: "Sir, I think you should take care of yourself." Advise this friend on your hospital bed to eat moderately and not eat a big fat man in one bite. Has he been hungry for hundreds of years?"

Su Jingcheng froze for a moment, suddenly didn't understand what the doctor meant, frowned and said, "Say it straight."

The doctor asked a few nurses to push Shen Zhuo's bed into the ward. Su Jingcheng stared at it for a while, and then turned his gaze back when he found that there was no danger. Then he heard the doctor say:

"This Mr. Shen, he drank a lot of wine at night, ate messily, and his physical condition was no better than others."

The doctor obviously couldn't understand, he spread his hands as if he was speechless and said, "Just knowing that he was in such a situation, he actually drank a lot of porridge after he went back. I don't know how his stomach was filled. Let’s go down. The body is something that depends on support, so if you ask our doctor, we can’t help it.”

——He drank a lot of wine, and ate a lot of miscellaneous things.

——Then he went back and drank a pot of porridge.

——I really took it, I don’t know how to swallow it, don’t you feel it?It's not like being hungry for hundreds of years.

It's been so long that even Su Jingcheng forgot what he was thinking when he heard these words.

I just remember that night when Shen Zhuo lay in the ICU observation room for a whole night, he looked inside through the glass for the whole night. Su Jingcheng looked at Shen Zhuo inside, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he didn't know how to think.

The next morning, Su Jingcheng returned to the company from the ward before Shen Zhuo.

Then a lawyer was called in, and 60.00% of "Dingcheng"'s shares in his hands were allocated to Shen Zhuo.

In this way, Su Jingcheng finally felt that he could see Shen Zhuo upright again, and he ran to Shen Zhuo's ward after work.

After four hours of observation, Shen Zhuo left the ICU. When Su Jingcheng opened the door to enter, Shen Zhuo was chatting gently with a few nurse girls.

Shen Zhuo speaks elegantly and calmly, never putting on airs, he has appeared in magazines several times, and some young nurses who pay more attention to entertainment have naturally seen him.

At this time, I was fortunate to meet the real person who had only appeared in magazines. Although he was a little haggard, he was still very handsome, which made the little nurses feel good about him.

Su Jingcheng turned cold almost the moment he saw Shen Zhuo chatting with others. He knocked on the door symbolically, then pushed the door and walked in. He said to the little nurses in a mysterious way: "He He just woke up, and it's not good for you to quarrel with him like this?"

Whether it's appearance or majesty, Su Jingcheng looks much more serious than Shen Zhuo.

The little nurses timidly took a peek at the president who also often appeared in newspapers, looked at each other silently, closed their mouths and went out quietly and obediently.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Shen Zhuo, who was leaning on the head of the bed, smiled softly: "I'm in a bad mood? Why are you yelling at them?"

Su Jingcheng didn't answer, walked to the side of Shen Zhuo's bed and helped him to shake the bed up, adjusted to a suitable height before sitting down next to him, and said directly: "I put the 'Ding Cheng' in my hand I have given you 60.00% of the shares, and tomorrow the lawyer should come to ask you to sign, and you can sign directly."

Shen Zhuo seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then he bent his lips and smiled, "Why is this all of a sudden? You don't get paid for nothing, and besides, I think the position of the general manager is pretty good now. Director Su, I'm rarely greedy."

"That's not the case!" Su Jingcheng shook his hand impatiently, interrupting Shen Zhuo's words, "Just keep it for you, what are you doing with so much nonsense."

Shen Zhuo lightly raised his head to look at Su Jingcheng, smiled softly, stretched out his right hand that had not received a needle to touch Su Jingcheng's face, and said gently: "Okay, I'll just listen to you. Don't angry."

Su Jingcheng's anger was suppressed in his chest and there was no place to vent it, but now Shen Zhuo's few words have calmed down a lot, as quickly and simply as turning clouds to see fog.

He felt a little shameless, so with a stern face, he said to Shen Zhuo with some displeasure: "You obviously ate dinner last night, but you still told me that you didn't, and you deliberately lied to me?"

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "No way, this doctor can also see it?"

"You are the stupidest person in the world!" Su Jingcheng's anger, which had been so hard to get rid of by Shen Zhuo's words, rose again, and he stood up and said to Shen Zhuo, "It's just a pot of porridge, it doesn't taste like shit, after eating Just stop eating it! Is it worth putting yourself in the hospital for this?!"

Shen Zhuo still didn't have much strength, he reached out and tried to grab Su Jingcheng's hand, but he couldn't touch it.

He was covered with the heavy and clumsy quilt of the hospital, lying on the raised hospital bed, his whole body looked thin and thin.

Hearing Su Jingcheng's words, Shen Zhuo was silent for a long time before he smiled to himself.

He smiled very genuinely, without any sarcasm, resentment or sadness in his smile, it seemed that he just wanted to laugh, so he smiled.

Su Jingcheng still remembered Shen Zhuo's words.

That was the first time he remembered what Shen Zhuo said so clearly, and it took him so many years to remember it.

At that time, Shen Zhuo didn't know what he was thinking, and lowered his head slightly, as if he had been silent for a long time.

His voice is soft and clean, Su Jingcheng used to like Shen Zhuo's voice when he was in bed/on the bed, but now he also thinks that such an ordinary chat seems good.

"My father left home when I was young, and my mother hated me and had to support me. She just threw me a few dollars to buy food."

What Shen Zhuo said was flat and complete, even the speed of his speech was no different from his usual, just like a very common conversation.

He turned his gaze out of the window and said slowly, "My mother can't cook for me, and she can't even cook for herself. At the beginning, she didn't even know how to do any work, so I went out to pick up bottles to save money. Every penny is counted carefully, but the money is always not enough.”

"I spend too much in the first few days of the week, and I will be hungry later." Shen Zhuo smiled, "Then I was hungry for the first few days of the week, so that I can eat more in the next few days."

"But then one day, all my money for a week was stolen on Wednesday." Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, as if thinking carefully, then smiled softly, "I was hungry for a week that week..."

"Boys, you know, I'm afraid of being hungry. I learned to be good later on." Shen Zhuo shook his head at Su Jingcheng, and said softly, "I won't keep all the food I eat, let alone waste it. Lose."

"What's more, Su Jingcheng, this is the first time I have eaten food cooked for me by someone other than restaurants and cafeterias." Shen Zhuo's expression was gentle, like the sweetest love words between lovers, "So you don't have to deliberately compensate me , so, do you understand?"

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—I say this, do you understand?

When Shen Zhuo said the same sentence to him again, he told him.

I'm with someone else, you understand?

How could Su Jingcheng be reconciled! ?How willing? !

And the last sound finally woke Shen Zhuo abruptly from his sleep.

He was a light sleeper, and when he finally fell asleep, he still woke up easily, and then it was difficult to fall asleep again.

Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, snatched from Xu Yi's arms, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

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This is five thousand more, and the next one is on Friday. .Hope I can find the right house. . . . .

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