I quietly watch you play

"Be careful, what are you doing when you get up?" Jiang Xiaoqi supported Zhou Wei who had just got out of bed and knelt down.

Zhou Wei burned for a whole day and was very weak, dizzy and legs weak, leaning on Jiang Xiaoqi's body to relax: "I'm going to the toilet! I've dripped so many bottles of water, I can't evaporate."

Jiang Xiaoqi immediately hugged him up: "I can't help kissing, I can't even walk—"

"Can you not be so overconfident?" Zhou Wei was carried to the bathroom, leaning on Jiang Xiaoqi's body when curling up, unable to spare the strength to open his eyes.

Letting go of the water, Jiang Xiaoqi supported him from behind to wash his hands.

Zhou Wei opened a slit in his eyes and looked at the mirror in a daze. Fortunately, he had just peed, otherwise this glance would have scared him into incontinence.

A fairy with long messy hair was reflected in the mirror, no, it was crazy, sick!Not to mention the long hair over the ears rolled into a bird's nest on the top of the head, and a few strands were braided into braids!

Zhou Wei scratched his head and stared back at Jiang Xiaoqi, no one else had the motive and time to commit the crime.

"You... don't you like women?"

Braiding and so on is too crazy, will you let him wear skirts in the future? !

Jiang Xiaoqi suppressed a smile, and helped him press the antipyretic sticker on his forehead: "When I put this on, it always sticks to my hair, so I just made it up casually, it's very cute."

"I'm like this, you can talk about it just now?" The corners of Zhou Wei's mouth twitched, thinking that Uncle Jiang is a hardcore actor, and he can hold his hands and look at his idiot-like pigtails with tears in his eyes, but there is no laughing place. Isn't it better than him? Still blind!

Jiang Xiaoqi carried him back to the bed, touched his forehead: "It's burning again, take the medicine and go back to sleep."

Zhou Wei took the medicine obediently, and wanted Jiang Xiaoqi to sleep for a while, when he heard his phone ring.

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at the incoming call, and then at Zhou Wei.

"You can pick it up here." Zhou Wei pulled off the earphones and lay down on the pillow.If the call at this time is not urgent, it is from the United States.

Jiang Xiaoqi rubbed the top of his head, picked up the call: "You Yuan."

"Little uncle," You Yuan seemed to have just finished class, and she walked away in a hurry, "Are you still doing what you arranged? I'm ready—"

Jiang Xiaoqi swayed twice in the ward with his hips on his hips: "Okay, but let me explain first, I can't really fly back."

"Then!" You Yuan was in a hurry, "What if...wouldn't it be a mess? What's the problem for you to fly, otherwise the plan will have to be postponed."

"It can't be postponed, let's take a gamble." Jiang Xiaoqi bit his lower lip and thought for a moment, "I communicated with him before, and it should only be a day or two. It's not that person's style to procrastinate. You play it by ear and take care of it." If she really can't, she will get better in time."

"They won't believe it, what's going on with you?!" You Yuan paused.

Jiang Xiaoqi turned his head and looked at the hospital bed: "Zhou Wei is ill, he is not suitable for long-distance flight now."

Youyuan understood in seconds, and said no more: "I see, if you want to gamble, just gamble!"

In the early hours of the morning, while Zhou Wei was still asleep, news came back from the United States that Jiang Zhen was admitted to the hospital urgently due to drug allergy, and was in a critical condition.

Jiang Xiaoqi immediately booked the latest flight back to New York, then sat by the bed and waited for Zhou Wei to wake up, had breakfast with him and had a checkup.

"I have something to deal with at work, so I'll come over to have dinner with you at noon at the latest." He lowered his head and tried Zhou Wei's forehead temperature with his lips, then turned on his phone, and shared his real-time location with Zhou Wei in the positioning software.

Zhou Wei looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have to do this, just go and get busy..."

"I think so, to make you feel at ease." Jiang Xiaoqi put on his coat, watched Zhou Wei retreat out of the ward before turning and leaving quickly.

When Jiang Xiaoqi saw his father last time, he inadvertently hinted that Jiang Xiaoteng urged him to return to the United States. If he didn't go back when the time limit expired, Jiang Xiaoteng would definitely do something.

The only difference is that Jiang Xiaoqi advanced the deadline, and made a fake move for him, in order to test his father's attitude.

If something happened to Jiang Zhen, Jiang Xiaoqi must return immediately. He booked a plane ticket, and the original plan was to bring Zhou Wei with him, but now he has become an unexpected variable, so he can only pretend.

Jiang Zhen is not really sick, and Jiang Xiaoqi can't really leave, so if Jiang Baichang continues to sit on the sidelines, Jiang Zhen can only get better quickly, even if the scene will look fake.

Jiang Xiaoqi took his luggage and passport, and went to the top floor of Jiang Sheng via Fontaine Road to say goodbye to Jiang Baichang. He entered the door in all his luggage and didn't even take off his coat, and looked at his watch three times within 5 minutes.

Jiang Baichang threw a thick stack of documents to him: "Look."

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at the document, didn't move, there were too many, and he couldn't finish reading in an hour: "I'll take it on the plane and read it slowly, it's getting late—"

He was in a hurry, but not in a hurry to catch a plane.On the surface, there is no difference between the two kinds of anxiety, so Jiang Xiaoqi does not hide it.

Jiang Bochang's secretary knocked on the door and came in, nodded slightly at Jiang Xiaoqi: "Mr. Jiang, the car is ready and ready to leave at any time." He had Jiang Baichang's gray woolen coat under his arm.

Jiang Xiaoqi's chest jumped wildly.

Jiang Bai often walked past him, patted his son's strong and straight shoulders, and the secretary came over to help him put on his coat.

"Look here slowly, I'll pick your mother up."

Jiang Xiaoqi's heart quickly jumped out of his throat, but he still couldn't immediately fall back into his stomach after hearing this sentence, his eyes were hot, it was unexpectedly unexpected.

He won the bet, but to his delight, Jiang Zhen won the bet.

Jiang Baichang understood his son's embarrassment in his own way and felt guilty for being late. He walked to the bookcase and took out the huanghuali tea pot from last time and took a picture of it on the coffee table: "Here, go to the bar by yourself and watch while drinking."

The solid wood door was closed behind him, Jiang Xiaoqi let out a breath slowly, and picked up the pile of documents on the table - Jiangsheng International Group's equity distribution plan, equity transfer agreement.

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At a quarter past twelve, Zhou Wei rolled on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, staring at the little red dot that was gradually approaching him. 500 meters... 300 meters... 60 meters... oh oh come upstairs...

Zhou Wei raised his hand and tore off the antipyretic patch on his forehead, and quickly stuffed the phone under the pillow, ten, nine, eight... four, three, two, two... two...

? ? ?Why don't you come in!

Zhou Wei opened his eyes, and took out the phone from under the pillow. Just as he unlocked the screen, the door of the ward was pushed open with a click.

Zhou Wei was startled, the phone knocked on the ground with a bang, and the small red dots scattered with water ripples on the screen were flashing on his back, Zhou Wei hurriedly lay down beside the bed and reached out to fish it.

"Brother?" Zhan Xiang ran over and picked up the phone first, "What are you doing, what is this..."

Zhou Wei snatched the phone over with hatred: "Game!"

"Do you play games?" Zhan Xiang scratched his head, "This game map is quite simulated."

Zhou Lei who came in from behind kicked Zhan Xiang's heels with his hands in his pockets, Zhan Xiang understood, and hurriedly gave way to the C seat: "Brother, Xiao Lei heard that you were sick, so he drove me to see you!"

Zhou Lei kicked him again, and Zhan Xiang quickly changed his words: "Oh, I heard that you were sick, so I begged him to drive me here... What's the difference?" He whispered the second half of the sentence.

Jiang Xiaoqi was the last to enter the door, holding Lan Yousheng's take-out bags in his hands, two big bags on the left and right.

"I'm sorry," he threw a kaleidoscope-shaped transparent box on Zhou Wei's bed, filled with heart-shaped lollipops of various colors, tied with transparent paper and red ribbons.

Zhou Wei picked it up to take a look, and quickly stuffed it into the quilt.

Jiang Xiaoqi acted nonchalantly: "Xiao Xiang helped set the table down."

"Okay!" Zhan Xiang was relieved, his heels numb from being kicked, and he went to help Jiang Xiaoqi prepare meals, and was also responsible for putting away the fruit basket that Zhou Lei asked him to bring up and inserting the eustoma and sunflowers brought by Zhou Lei .

Zhou Wei looked at Zhou Lei and smiled: "Come here right after class? If you haven't eaten, why don't you eat together, you bought too much..." He looked at Jiang Xiaoqi, his eyes narrowed.

Jiang Xiaoqi had already arranged the chairs and stuffed a cushion into one of them.

"Okay, I got up late in the morning and ate a marinated egg. During the second class, my stomach screamed to death. Is this roasted beef tendon? It smells so good..." Zhan Xiang suddenly silenced his voice, and got hit on the heel again. "In the afternoon...and, class... go back to eat, it's okay."

"Sit down, your brother has saved your class schedule, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, stay and watch him, don't let him draw pictures and play with his mobile phone." Jiang Xiaoqi came to help Zhou Wei, Zhou Wei hurriedly got up and sat in the cushioned bed in the chair.

Zhou Lei didn't know why his face darkened a little.Zhan Xiang understood that it was because of that timetable, Zhou Wei saved his own timetable but not his, and he became jealous again.

Zhou Wei was obviously sick, so thin that his eye sockets were sunken, he still had no appetite looking at the exquisite food at the table, so he hugged his knees in the chair and listened to them.

He saw Zhou Lei sitting opposite him without moving, as if he was taking a photo of his ID card, or as if he was participating in some bitter and bitter criticism/conflict meeting. He thought it was funny, and wanted to provoke him, so he took a spoonful of winter bamboo shoots and roasted deer. Jin stretched out his long arms and put them into his bowl opposite, and asked in a tentative tone, "Is it called Xiao Lei?"

Zhou Lei's face turned black immediately, cloudy and overcast, lightning and thunder.He is not easy to attack a patient, so he grinds his teeth angrily: "Yes, my name is Zhou Lei! Zhou on weekends, there is no horizontal Lei!"

Zhan Xiang kicked him under the table, fearing that he would lose face on the spot, Zhou Lei stomped back hard, the pain was so painful that the chicken bones were bitten off, and he continued to gnaw on the chicken wings with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't hold back his laughter, Zhou Wei could not help coughing a few times: "Yeah, Xiao Lei, you like to eat, eat more." He was enough to help Zhou Lei serve a spoonful of small abalone wing.

Zhou Lei's face became brighter, Luo Xia and Gu Wu flew together, annoyed and surprised together, what his brother gave him was what he liked to eat!

Zhou Lei looked at Zhou Wei, dumbfounded, then harassed Zhan Xiang with one foot, kicking his shoe: Is his amnesia a bit atypical?

Jiang Xiaoqi exchanged the picked cod for Zhou Wei. Seeing that he was sitting a little far away from the table, he turned around and moved the chair forward together, and it was also closer to him: "Don't just play around, eat well."

Zhou Wei was blushed by his daily frankness, more uncomfortable than the one who owed him, and finally became honest, and ate with a dull head.

"My brother...Jiangge...my brother and Jiangge...Jiangge to my brother..."

Zhou Lei walked ahead, and stopped impatiently to wait for Zhan Xiang: "You stopped talking about Guankou and practiced tongue twisters? Hurry up! Believe it or not, I left you here—"

"It's not...they..." Zhan Xiang felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't get around it no matter what, his facial features were twitched together, and his tongue couldn't use his tongue.

His pair of sneakers were covered with shoe prints by Zhou Lei, and now his left foot stumbled over his right foot, and he almost fell when he stepped on it.

Zhou Lei pulled his arms and stuffed him into the car: "Haven't you seen Brokeback Mountain? Have you heard of Brokeback Mountain?"

Accompanied by the roaring engine of the sports car, these words stunned Zhan Xiang: "What, what, what, what..."

He looked at Zhou Lei in a daze with a frightened expression on his soul.

Zhou Lei squinted at him, so frightened?Especially unacceptable?Really unknown cabbage buns!Why should a cabbage be so straight? Isn’t cabbage very good——