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Yan Shaoqian: "..."

Mr. Shen's routine is really hard to guard against.

However, before he could feel it, the other party suddenly backed away, his brows furrowed tightly: "Why are your lips so hot?"

"Well," Yan Shaoqian didn't react too much, "I have a fever."

"...you have a fever, didn't you tell me earlier?" Shen Zhuo was shocked, his forehead was hot when he touched him, but his hands were cold, and his face suddenly became unwell, "I told you to change the place, don't blow the cold wind on the roof , you just don’t listen, are you okay now?”

"I overestimated the physique of modern people." Yan Shaoqian felt a little pain in his head, "Has that kid Shao Peng finished his notes? He hasn't come out after so long?"

"Leave him alone, I'll be watched by someone here, let's go home quickly." Shen Zhuo said, changing from the back seat to the main driver, waving to the bodyguards waiting outside, and driving away.

Yan Shaoqian originally thought that Shao Peng would cry to the police, saying that he had been made into such a miserable state, so he kept guarding outside the police station, waiting for the police to call them in.

But there has been no movement for so long. I don't know if this kid dared not speak because there were bodyguards accompanying him in, or he had given up struggling. Knowing that there was no evidence to speak, he simply refused to speak.

In either case, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him now.

It really wasn't a good choice to go to the rooftop with injuries to blow the cold wind, and seeing Gao Wang's photo by accident made him feel very bad now.

Shen Zhuo drove the car home, and didn't say anything else along the way, only saw Yan Shaoqian closed his eyes in the rearview mirror, as if he was asleep.

In fact, Yan Shaoqian didn't fall asleep, he was thinking about a problem with his eyes closed.

Judging from the current situation, Gao Wang obviously also has past life memories, so he came to settle accounts with them-then why?

He always thought that only he and Shen Zhuo had memories, but now there is a third person?

Random?Or because...the obsession is too deep?

He thought about it for a while, and felt that his mind was very tired, and he was too lazy to think about it any more. Since God was willing to give him this opportunity, he felt sorry for himself for not cherishing it.

In his previous life, he hadn't personally dealt with the culprit who caused the ruin of his family, but in this life he won't let him go.

Thinking of this, he was sent back to the villa by Shen Zhuo.

Today is a working day, and Shen Lianzhou is not here as usual, because it is already very late, and Ms. Tao Qin has also fallen asleep.The two groped back into the room lightly, Shen Zhuo found out a thermometer, and threw it below the scale line: "Clip it on and try."

"Don't try, it's over 39 degrees," Yan Shaoqian lay down on the bed, "Your house also has a mercury thermometer, I thought you had to pick up some high-tech electronic products..."

Shen Zhuo: "Electronic is not allowed - you really don't want to try it? If you don't try it, I'll take you to the hospital directly."

"Don't go, I'll just take some antipyretics." Yan Shaoqian felt that his breath was hot, but his body was terribly cold, and he wanted to crawl under the blanket.

Shen Zhuo hurriedly helped him take off his clothes, found out the antipyretic medicine for him to take, and was about to get up, when he suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Yan Shaoqian seemed to have a fever, he said in a daze, "Come and sleep with me, I'm cold."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Sending out such an invitation at such a time is simply too difficult.

Mr. Shen sighed, and lay down beside him obediently. As soon as he got into the quilt, the other party hugged him, with his arms and legs wrapped around him.

When Shen Zhuo was touched by his cold hands and feet, he took a deep breath: "I shouldn't have agreed to your discharge from the hospital, I should have sent you back to stay for a few more days."

The stitches on the back of Yan Shaoqian's waist haven't been removed yet, and now he's hurting and cold, frowning: "It's not all because of you, it's fine if you don't comfort me, but you actually made trouble here."

"Okay, okay, our dignified head of Shenying Village also needs comfort." Shen Zhuo hugged him tightly, stuffing his hands into his clothes, "Stop talking, go to sleep."

However, Yan Shaoqian refused to listen, and the behavior of people who are ill will always become a little weird. He continued to babble, "I really liked you in my previous life, the kind of love at first sight."

Shen Zhuo echoed: "Well, I know."

Yan Shaoqian: "But I was so happy that day that I took you back to the cottage privately without considering your thoughts."

Shen Zhuo reassured: "It's okay, I heard what they said later."

"Maybe it's because, when I wanted to take people into the cottage before, no one ever refused. You were the first one, and I thought you wouldn't refuse."

"...?"

"You are actually not moved by my beauty, and you are threatening to die. You have a lot of backbone, so I think you are very special."

"??"

What kind of enigmatic overbearing tone is this?

Did this guy get his position wrong?

Shen Jue held his face in his hands, feeling that his cheeks were also very hot: "Brother Yan, you're burnt out."

Yan Shaoqian's eyes were blurred: "No, I'm sober."

Shen Jue sighed: "You are really burnt out, stop talking, go to sleep, be obedient."

Yan Shaoqian looked at him for a while, but he didn't know if he was really looking at him, or if he was confused, and he didn't know where he was looking.

Five minutes later, Master Yan, who thought he would never fall ill, was finally defeated by the fragile physique of modern people. He buried his head in Shen Zhuo's shoulder and fell asleep.

Shen Zhuo didn't dare to move, only felt that this person's breathing was hot and very heavy, as if he could be out of breath at any time.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, so he could only maintain this position to help warm his hands and feet.

Gradually, the antipyretics began to take effect, Yan Shaoqian probably turned from cold to hot, and his sleep was restless, he struggled out of Shen Zhuo's arms, wanting to kick the quilt.

Shen Zhuo just felt a little sleepy and was awakened by him again. He quickly held him down to keep him from moving, and at the same time felt very tired - this is not what a CEO should do.

The bamboo horse that I pet, even if I don't sleep, I have to pet it.

Yan Shaoqian was forced to sweat by the effect of the medicine, his cheeks were flushed, as if he was drunk, Shen Jue pressed him to keep him from moving, while looking at him, he thought he looked a little cute.

He is really crazy, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" should have already reached the tenth level.

Shen Zhuo didn't fall asleep all night, and Yan Shaoqian was completely quiet when it was almost dawn.He squinted for two hours at least, touched the other person's forehead and found that the fever had subsided, so he got up and went to the company.

The young Shen always felt that sooner or later he would die suddenly.

Yan Shaoqian didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, he didn't want to get up. When he found that Shen Jue wasn't around, he picked up his phone and sent him a message.

Mr. Shen actually had time to talk to him in his busy schedule, and quickly replied: [If you don't burn it, get up and eat something by yourself, I'll go back at noon]

Yan Shaoqian didn't think about it, and didn't want to eat, so he opened Weibo and searched for "Hai Chen", and sure enough, he saw Hai Chen's public relations team was dispatched.

Before they went fishing in the office to enforce the law, they once took a video, which proved that they deliberately planned to be photographed in order to find out who was behind the scenes.In order to prove the time when the video was shot, they specially found a cable TV, shot the video when the news broadcast was broadcast, and recorded the TV picture and sound.

The news broadcast will not fake.

Now, this video has been posted on Weibo, refusing the rumor that "Shen Zhuo performed indecent behavior in the office", and claimed that the person who exposed the indecent video has been found, and the police are currently following up.

These videos and photos have caused serious reputation damage to Haichen Company and Shen Zhuo personally, and violated personal privacy. The company will sue the person who released the video.

It also implicitly shows that the driver is only being used by others, not the mastermind behind the scenes.

Haichen Company will take this matter seriously, and all those involved in the incident, including netizens who abused Shen Jue on the Internet, will not be able to escape the law.

As soon as this statement and evidence came out, the wind direction on the Internet suddenly changed. The trolls who were frantically chasing Shen Zhuo bit before did not dare to say anything. Come on, my face hurts.

Yan Shaoqian found this very ridiculous.

Haichen's wall is so easy to push, these people are too naive to think.

I heard that Haichen's public relations team has all dealings with a well-known lawyer. They haven't lost a lawsuit in these years, and those who dare to provoke Haichen basically hit the stone with the egg.

Seeing the reversal of the situation, Yan Shaoqian was relieved. After getting up and washing up, he felt a little weak and didn't want to move much.

Randomly swiping through the homepage of Weibo, I found that a music blogger who I used to follow had reposted a piece of music. He put on his headphones and clicked in to listen. It turned out to be Guqin music.

Guqin...

This thing has not been lost.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he listened.

Xu Shi hasn't listened to Guqin music for a long time, and he is a little unfamiliar with the timbre of Guqin. The way of playing Guqin in modern times is still different from his back then, but overall the difference is not very big, which is acceptable.

He was a little fascinated by what he heard, and he closed his eyes unconsciously, so that he didn't notice that someone was approaching.

Until the voice of Shenjiu rang in my ears: "Fall asleep?"

Yan Shaoqian woke up in a jerk, and pressed pause: "When did you come back?...It's already twelve o'clock?"

"Just now," Shen Zhuo sat down in front of him and touched his forehead again, "Fortunately, it didn't burn again——what are you doing?"

"Listen to music."

"Listen to the song and still follow..." Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand and gestured, "What are you doing, playing the piano?"

Yan Shaoqian withdrew his restless fingers: "Yes."

"piano?"

"Guqin."

"You can also play the guqin?" Shen Zhuo was very surprised, "I can't tell, the master Yan who kills people without batting an eye, still has such an elegant hobby?"

"...How do you talk?" Yan Shaoqian's mouth twitched, "I think I was the same back then—you know that I am the son of Lin Xiang, right? Lin Xiang's self-cultivation is one of the best in the court. Royal nobles, do you understand? It’s no surprise that you can play the piano, I have learned both piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and a special master taught me swordsmanship.”

Shen Zhuo recalled: "But you don't use knives? I remember you all use knives in Shenying Village."

Yan Shaoqian suddenly fell silent.

It took him a long time before he laughed at himself: "Because I was afraid of being discovered, I abandoned the sword and used the knife—unexpectedly, my hands holding the knife also stroked the zither."

He looked down at his palms. After all, this body was different from his back then. There were no thick calluses left by holding knives all the year round, but a pair of hands that hadn't done any heavy work.

Just like before he joined Shenying Village.

Shen Zhuo also stared at his hands for a while, and asked softly, "Apart from guqin, do you know other musical instruments?"

"Other musical instruments? I only learned the piano when I was young," Yan Shaoqian thought for a while, "But after joining the Shenying Village...well, does suona count?"

Shen Zhuo: "..."