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After the matter was dealt with, it was a quarter of an hour before Fang Yunmo left the study, and when he returned to the dining table, Fang Baoxuan was absent-mindedly eating.

Seeing the barely touched dishes on the table, Fang Yunmo frowned and said, "Why, the food is not to your liking?"

Fang Baoxuan smiled sweetly, "Baby wants to eat with daddy."

Fang Yunmo showed a helpless expression, sat on the dining table and said, "Dad is busy with work, and the baby has a bad stomach, so don't be naughty." After speaking, he reached out for a bowl to serve soup for others.

sick stomach?Fang Baoxuan looked up in confusion, what happened to Dad recently, why did he remember wrong again?

So Fang Baoxuan reminded: "The baby's stomach is not bad, did Dad remember it wrong?"

Fang Yunmo's action of filling the soup paused, did I remember correctly?

He has a bad stomach and is a picky eater. He has to stare at people after eating, otherwise he will secretly empty the trash can...

These sporadic memory fragments flashed through the depths of his mind like meteors, but Fang Yunmo couldn't grasp the specific details.

That person is very important, more important than life.

Fang Yunmo turned his head sideways, his doubtful eyes fixed firmly on Fang Baoxuan who was smiling beside him.

Round almond eyes, bulging cheeks, always upturned lips, pure and shy smile, cute little movements like a squirrel.

Looking at the face next to him that was the same as in memory, Fang Yunmo frowned gradually in his heart, no, it's not like this, no, it's not like this.

But if this is not the case, what should it be like?

Fang Yunmo tried his best to search for something in the blank memory, but he could only see this face in the chaotic memory. The more he denied it, the faster the frequency of this face appeared, and his whole mind became more and more violent. It's soaring.

Fang Yunmo pressed his thumping temple with one hand uncomfortably. He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Fang Baoxuan who was beside him saw that he started rubbing his temples frequently again, knowing that he must have brought up something that shouldn't be mentioned again, so he immediately said: "Dad..."

Fang Baoxuan's unfinished words choked in his throat the moment Fang Yunmo raised his eyes to look at him.

Cold, indifferent, and ruthless, that is the cold-blooded and ruthless Fang Yunmo that everyone in Huang City is familiar with.

But this is Fang Yunmo who Fang Baoxuan is not familiar with.

Fang Yunmo seems to have always been gentle and pampering in front of him. He has seen Fang Yunmo's obedience to his every request, but he has never seen Fang Yunmo's cold as a blade. It is a look in the eyes of strangers. .

Fang Baoxuan, who was shocked by the icy eyes, shuddered in vain. A strong sense of crisis and fear rose from his heart. It was a panic and illusion that he was about to lose everything and have nothing.

Under the gaze full of scrutiny, Fang Baoxuan wanted to open his mouth several times to break the death-like silence, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The air above the dining table was condensed and frozen inch by inch, and the cold air was sucked into the lung cavity with difficulty. In an instant, every tiny cell, every indistinguishable capillary was sucked into the lungs from the inside out. All solidified.

Time was slowed down in this death-like silence, and the tighter Fang Yunmo's brows frowned, the stronger the feeling of uneasiness, like a person who was approached by the god of death, and was killed by the cold death scythe strangling the neck.

Unable to move, unable to break free, eyes open waiting for the arrival of death, waiting for the suffocation to annihilate all reason and consciousness.

……

After receiving the order from 'Fang Yunmo', Li Feng had no choice but to ask the servant to take out the medicine box prepared at home, and was going to give Fang Zizhou some medicine first, but unexpectedly, the servant took a full five medicine boxes. come out.

"This……"

Facing Li Feng's perplexity, the servant replied truthfully: "Because he was not well taken care of when he was born, the young master's health has never been very good, and he doesn't want to go to the hospital when he is usually sick, so the medicine prepared at home More."

In the neat medicine box, there are various kinds of medicines. With just a glance from Lifeng, he saw no less than a dozen kinds, ranging from the most common cold medicines, to stomach medicines, to painkillers. , until...

Li Feng held the white medicine bottle and said, "Why are there sleeping pills here?"

When the servant saw the medicine, his face immediately turned pale, and he said nervously: "This... This is what the young master asked me to ask someone to help me get it."

"Does he want to..." Suicide.Li Feng changed his face.

As soon as the servant saw his expression, he knew that he had misunderstood, and immediately said: "No, no, this sleeping pill is used to help you sleep. The young master has not slept well since he was a child, and he has serious insomnia. These sleeping pills are used to help you sleep. To help you sleep."

Since childhood...

Putting the remaining half bottle back in silence, Li Feng took the antipyretic medicine from it, melted it with warm water, and then gave the medicine to the semi-conscious person.

But this semi-comatose person has no consciousness at all, no, the medicine that has been transferred to the lips is all dripping down the corners of the mouth.

Just as Li Feng was frowning, he suddenly saw the thick eyelashes of the person on the bed trembling slightly.

Fang Zizhou on the big bed struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the spinning world was blurry.

Li Feng, who was anxiously holding a bowl by the bedside, suddenly saw the young man purse his lower lip, as if he had said something, but because the voice was too soft, he couldn't hear a word clearly, so he had no choice but to bend down slightly and put his ear to it. past.

"Dad...Dad, Mom...Mom...Unfortunate...Suffering..."

Almost at the moment when this weak voice, like a baby just uttered, sounded next to his ear, all of Li Feng's breathing was suppressed in his throat.

Uncontrollably at this moment, what appeared in Li Feng's mind was the boy's pale face saying thank you to him.

Gently shaking the body to resist the coldness that penetrated into the heart, the teardrops with red eyes but still unwilling to fall in front of outsiders, the fragile forbearance that would rather rot than show in front of outsiders.

Thank you twice, the same stubbornness, the same arrogance, but also the same distressing.

Intellectually, Li Feng knows that as a personal assistant who has received strict training, he has to obey unconditionally no matter whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​flames, whether it is hell or heaven, under the circumstances that his superior has issued an order.

However, his heart was hurting uncontrollably, like being eaten inch by inch by termites, throbbing and throbbing violently.

For a teenager who has seen each other for less than a day.

Seeing the burning face on the big bed, the young man whose voice was already so weak that he couldn't even hear it, and thinking of all the scenes he had seen in just one day, Li Feng finally dialed the phone for the second time.

Fang Yunmo's personal mobile phone.

……

He clenched his fists fiercely, and the sharp pain from the neat nail clippers piercing into the flesh brought back Fang Baoxuan's thoughts. Fang Baoxuan forced a smile and said: "Baby remembers, baby did have a bad stomach before."

Seeing Fang Yunmo holding the soup bowl in the air for a long time but never handing it to him, Fang Baoxuan stretched out his hand to pick it up with a stiff smile on his face, and said: "My baby still remembers that he would drink soup before meals, and the bamboo shoot soup was his favorite, Dad I'm tired after carrying it for so long, but..."

Soup?Bamboo shoot soup?No, it's not right, it's not soup, let alone bamboo shoot soup.

Fang Baoxuan put his hand on the edge of the exquisite blue and white porcelain bowl, but found that the other party was holding the whole bowl tightly. He couldn't shake it a little bit, so he increased his strength by two points. Fang Baoxuan said: "Dad's bowl can't hold it anymore, the baby is hungry , Dad eats with the baby."

It's not soup, bamboo shoots are delicious only when they are fried.

Fang Yunmo, who was immersed in his own thoughts, frowned slightly because he found the answer he needed, and the porcelain bowl in his reflexive hand also loosened.

then.

"what--!!!"

The sudden scream made Fang Yunmo reflexively look towards the source of the sound, and then changed his face the moment he saw everything clearly.

Because of his sudden release, Fang Baoxuan, who was pulling back the bowl vigorously, was directly splashed by the hot soup.

All of Fang Yunmo's thoughts disappeared at this moment. He stood up abruptly, brought down the exquisite dining chair behind him in a big movement, rushed to Fang Baoxuan who was scalded and screaming in pain, and stretched out his hand to protect him tightly. A person who fell to the floor in pain.

"Father, I hurt so much, oh, baby hurts so much, hurts so much." Fang Baoxuan clung to his shirt tightly while crying.

Fang Yunmo's eyes were bloodshot and he yelled at the servants who were overwhelmed by this scene behind him: "What are you doing here, doctor, call the doctor quickly."

It wasn't until they were startled by Fang Yunmo's roar that the servants hurriedly made phone calls, bringing cold water, and all the people in Nuo Da Villa were busy.

"Oh, Dad, the baby hurts so much, it hurts so much." Fang Baoxuan snuggled into Fang Yunmo's arms and cried out of breath.

Fang Baoxuan didn't pretend this time, it really hurts.

You should know that although the soup has been on the table for a long time, but because of the need to preserve freshness, there is an open fire below. Although the temperature does not reach [-] degrees of boiling, it is at least [-] or [-] degrees.

Being poured over one's arm by such a full bowl of eighty-ninety-degree soup cold, that taste is enough for others, not to mention Fang Baoxuan who has been held in the palm of Fang Yunmo's hand and raised delicately.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad didn't mean it." After carrying him upstairs in a hurry, Fang Yunmo kept repeating these three words to the crying and hurting person by the bedside.

At this moment, remorse almost filled Fang Yunmo's mind. Fang Baoxuan was usually more concerned about his own affairs than his own affairs, but he was injured if he didn't investigate today.

Fortunately, the doctor was quick and arrived in less than 5 minutes. When Fang Yunmo saw the doctor coming, he immediately backed away and gave the doctor the seat beside the bed. Then the doctor began to help the person in pain on the bed to look at the burns. place.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Fang Yunmo's arms rang, and he took out the mobile phone.

Caller - Li Feng.

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