I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

The sky was cloudy for most of the day, but it cleared up in the evening.

The orange-red sunset shone on the shadows of the villas in Yuanchuan District, and the Yuan family was already in a state of panic at the moment.

"Are you crazy?" Yuan Qi yelled hysterically, "What are you doing to him at night? Now he must know that you did the car accident!"

"Isn't it because you worry about him waking up by nagging you every day, whether you can't eat or sleep well?" Zeng Chaoming yelled back at a louder decibel.

A pillow was thrown down from the stairs, and Zeng Chaoming staggered when he was hit, and couldn't bear to curse: "You killed the man! Follow you and help you dismember and throw away—"

Yuan Qi yelled, fearing that the cleaners on the first floor would hear him, he rushed down and dragged his uncle upstairs: "Go up and talk!"

"It's not all because of you. I'm afraid that someone who is drunk will remember it." Zeng Zhaoming unreasonably shook him off when he entered the room: "I hit him for you, but you didn't kill him, and you are afraid that someone will wake up." !"

"He's really woken up now!" Yuan Qi went crazy, pointing at Zeng Chaoming: "You let him see your face!"

Zeng Zhaoming was stunned for a moment, and his momentum weakened a lot: "How did I know that it was such an unfortunate coincidence that he woke up at that moment?"

Yuan Qi glared at him, looking like he still wanted to throw something to vent his anger.

"Oh, what are you afraid of?" Zeng Zhaoming suddenly laughed, "You are so young and timid, even if he really remembered what happened that night, he would not think that it was a murder—"

"I'm talking about your face." Yuan Qi repeated, "That guy...is not ordinary, anyone who has seen it once will never forget it."

"What do you mean?" Zeng Chaoming's face instantly showed panic.

"I also only found out a week ago." Yuan Qi said, "This is the root cause of my paranoia. He doesn't simply have a good memory. His eyes and brain are like... a scanner."

"Fuck, you didn't say it earlier..." Zeng Zhaoming was so frightened that his face turned pale, and it took him a while to comfort himself and said, "But he didn't call the police either."

"Why didn't you call the police, haven't you thought of it?" Yuan Qi said sharply, "He has recognized who you are, and he is going to collect evidence so that we can kill you and me."

"Worry." Zeng Chaoming immediately said, and then thought for a while, "It's okay, let him collect it, anyway..."

Yuan Qi didn't speak, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and quietly watched the sunset gradually sinking in the west.

"I always have nightmares." Yuan Qi said suddenly, "I dreamed that Jiang Xi... was still the same innocent and happy old man, but suddenly turned into a pool of blood in my hands."

Zeng Chaoming didn't answer, and stared at Yuan Qi's back with extremely nervous and sharp eyes.

"I really didn't intend to kill her." Yuan Qi turned his head and looked at Zeng Chaoming with a very panicked expression, "Now this kind of crime is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. It can be seen that sooner or later we will not escape."

Zeng Chaoming's hands couldn't help shaking, the moment Yuan Qi said "I think", he strode up and grabbed Yuan Qi's neck tightly.

"What do you mean?" Zeng Chaoming's men forcefully said, "I can't stand it any longer, are you ready to surrender and admit your mistakes?"

Yuan Qi struggled, but he couldn't resist in terms of strength, he could only stare.

"You asked me for help, dragged me into the water, and now you want to be a good person because of your conscience?" Zeng Zhaoming was shaking with anger, "What kind of Virgin Mary are you pretending to be? You are a pervert who kills people with alcohol! Do you want to eat Do you still want me to join you at the table?"

"Uncle...uncle." Yuan Qi grabbed the opponent's arm with difficulty, tears streaming down his face because of suffocation.

Zeng Zhaoming was obviously a little crazy, with a ferocious smile on his face; "Don't worry, be your model well, uncle will rely on you for food for the rest of his life."

Yuan Qi didn't respond, Zeng Chaoming suddenly looked stern: "What about your attitude? Believe it or not, I'll send you to see Jiang Xi!"

As soon as he exerted his strength, Yuan Qi quickly shook his head, and Zeng Chaoming finally let go of his hand in satisfaction.

Yuan Qi knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, holding his neck like a dog, coughing and panting vigorously.

Zeng Zhaoming sneered, straightened his wrinkled coat, and quietly looked out the window at the last ray of red.

"Let's celebrate with a bottle of good wine tonight." Zeng Chaoming said coldly.

"It's postoperative convulsions, which usually stop in three to five minutes. Don't worry if there's nothing serious." The chief surgeon came to see Xing Wen and replaced him with a new bottle.

Mu Chen was sitting by the hospital bed, his face was still pale, and he hadn't recovered from the panic just now.

Xing Wen fell asleep after not smoking, and the nurse took his temperature: "℃."

Mu Chen suddenly became nervous again, why did he suddenly have such a high fever, he shouldn't have brought people over to make a fuss in the afternoon...

"You must pass the postoperative infection test. No matter how strong your body is, it's the same." The chief surgeon explained, "As long as you pay attention, it doesn't matter if you don't have a high fever... What about the family members? Why haven't I seen anyone to take care of them these five days? "

"I..." Mu Chen wanted to say that he was a family member, but finally shook his head.

The surgeon in charge and the two nurses brought over didn't stay for long, and the huge ward was completely silent all of a sudden.

The sky was completely dark, and Xing Wen's sleeping face looked handsome, with an indescribable, milky look that didn't match him.

Mu Chen was sitting in the ward with only one standing lamp lit. After a while, he reached out and gently grabbed Xing Wenlu's hand that was outside the quilt.

After carefully confirming the warmth, he was a little relieved, and when he rubbed the scar on his palm, his heart almost melted in pain.

Xing Wen has always been a loner. When he was in high school, he didn't even say a few words. He always hung up his camera and ran away without a trace.

In the beginning, Mu Chen accidentally recruited him as his special assistant, but he actually suffered from this boring gourd for a long time.

Xing Wen basically didn't talk to him, and just did work when he had work. He seemed to be angry at any time, especially after working overtime until eight o'clock.

But after getting along for a long time, Mu Chen knew that he was not angry at all, and he could even take time to bully and squeeze him, and to have a better expression to ease the pressure of work.

When Xing Wen felt impatient, he would frown, and when he was a little happy, he would slightly purse his lips, and when he put his hand in his pocket and didn't look at him, nine times out of ten he would secretly poke and complain about him.

Mu Chen, who was bored, was doing boring work with Xing Wen, who was also bored. Unknowingly, his life became less boring.

At that time, he didn't think too much about it, and planned to keep Xing Wen by his side like this, amassing money like crazy.

Until something happened to Xing Wen suddenly.

Everything was completely out of his control, and Mu Chen rushed to sign the operation, and he couldn't think at all.

That day, he kicked a trash can down the stairs, and suddenly felt superstitious that he would be punished, so he ran to pick it up again.

After squatting in the cold corridor for five and a half hours, before Xing Wen came out, he kicked down the trash can again.

People look at the poor trash can, throwing tantrums and crying like children and beasts.

This scene will be seen by others, and it is estimated that it will scare Xingwen's stock price down.

After all, the insidious profiteer boss is about to cry like a fox ball.

When Mu Chen remembered what happened that day, he was still frightened for a while, and finally bowed his head and kissed Xing Wen's hand quietly.

He wanted to do it at first, but he couldn't hold it back after all, it seemed to be something he had thought about for a long time.

Xing Wen's palms are wide and warm, and the bones on the back of his hands are slightly visible. The abrasions caused by the car accident have not fully healed, leaving several thin and long scars.

Mu Chen's soft upper lip gently pressed against the gap between his fingers, realizing that he would not be able to hold it in with one more kiss and might wake up Xing Wen, so he reluctantly walked up the back of his hand and left, letting his face rub...

The door of the ward was knocked twice, and the nurse pushed the door open and came in.

Mu Chen was so frightened that he lifted Xing Wen's whole arm like throwing a bag, and his hand fell down due to inertia. Xing Wen slapped himself hard and woke up.

"..." The nurse looked confused, "I'll take the temperature."

Mu Chen maintained his sitting posture and looked out of the window calmly, his face was still burning red, but fortunately the lights were dim and he shouldn't be able to see it.

Xing Wen looked at his hands in disbelief.

The nurse took the temperature: "℃, the fever is subsiding."

Xing Wen turned his head to look at Mu Chen, who was sitting upright. Mu Chen pretended nothing happened and pulled the laptop over, and began to read the mail with a guilty conscience.

"Eat dinner when you wake up. A nurse on duty will come to see you at night. Just ring the bell if you need anything." After the nurse finished speaking, she pushed the door open again and went out.

The room fell silent. Mu Chen looked at the "Preliminary Plan for Investment and Renovation of Pudding Factory" sent by the investment manager, raised his hand and typed a series of "Awwhhh" into the reply box.

"Why didn't you leave?" Xing Wen asked.

Mu Chen calmed down a little, and began to answer the email seriously, without raising his eyes: "You suddenly twitched, and everyone else was scared away."

"What about you?" Xing Wen felt suspicious.

Mu Chen sent out the reply email, clicked on a new one, and said calmly, "What a fuss, I haven't seen anything?"

Xing Wen casually said "Oh", while Mu Chen was replying to the email, a nurse brought the dinner, which was still very light and healthy porridge.

The ward was very quiet, Mu Chen's touch keyboard made no sound at all, and the light from the screen made his face blue.

Xing Wen felt quite comfortable, his right arm injury was not healed, he carefully scooped up the porridge with his left hand that had just slapped him, and glanced at Mu Chen calmly from time to time.

The effect of the dream is really terrifying, how does Mu Chen look so good-looking.

With his way of staying up all night, the skin looks pretty good on his face, which makes people want to stretch out his hand and pinch it.

If one day he leaves the job, he must grab the boss's face and drag him horizontally for more than a dozen times, and he will only let go after being bullied.

The problem is that he's not going to quit now.

It's a pity, he still kind of expected Mu Chen to go to the meeting and bid with his red face.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Chen typed his email with a smile on his lips, "Do you want to work?"

Xing Wen withdrew his gaze, suspicious of life and said, "You don't want to let me go after I'm already like this?"

"En." Mu Chen responded.

It seemed that there was no big difference, but both of them trembled in their hearts at the same time.

Especially Mu Chen, who wanted to throw away his computer and jump on the bed to dance with foxes.

"Recover well." Mu Chen said, "If you come back one day earlier, I will give you an extra 1% year-end bonus."

Xing Wen glanced at him and said, "I'm lying here, and I can increase my health by 1% every day, wouldn't it be good?"

"Do you think I exploited and oppressed you?" Mu Chen asked.

"I didn't say that." Xing Wen wiped his mouth with a piece of paper.

"It's okay, just say it." Mu Chen raised his eyes, "I'll change it."

Xing Wen couldn't believe it, Mu Huhu seemed to have changed his sex when he said this now.

Are you still dreaming?Why don't you just say to give him a salary increase of 2 yuan!

Xing Wen looked at him for a while, and Mu Chen stopped what he was doing, with an appearance of listening attentively.

However, Xing Wen didn't ask for anything, just smiled suddenly and said: "I want to go out for a walk, the boss will accompany me."

"You are already like this, how can you still take a walk?" Mu Chen copied and pasted the original words for him.

Xing Wen calmly pointed to the wheelchair in the room.

Now that he is pushing his limits, he just wants to see how good the boss is.

"Wait for me for 10 minutes." After Mu Chen finished speaking, he lowered his head and quickly typed the email.

In less than 5 minutes, Mu Chen threw the notebook away and got up to get his coat.

It was Mu Chen's own coat, but Xing Wen found that he didn't want to wear it, but was going to bring it over and put it on for himself.

"It's very cold at night, and I can only spin for 10 minutes." Mu Chen lowered his eyes, "If you want to burn again, I'll..."

Mu Chen pulled the coat towards Xing Wen's chest, and sometimes rubbed against Xing Wen's body with his hands.

A little itchy, Xing Wen felt like he was on fire, and his heart beat fast and heavy.

"What are you talking about?" Xing Wen asked after smelling the smell on Mu Chen's coat.

Mu Chen was stunned for a second, then he stretched out his hand firmly: "I will never take you out again."

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