paddle

I went for an examination in the morning and afternoon, and was allowed to sit up.It's just that the protective gear fixed on the head and neck can't be removed, and the eyes are still a little sensitive to light. The blinds in the room are half closed, and the light of the setting sun is slightly leaking out.He sat still with his eyes closed, feeling the comfortable dizziness. As long as he didn't move, his body would have no other discomfort.He pressed his fingers against his right ear, wanting to hear how much hearing he had left in his left ear.

Jin Mei placed the porridge, soup, and side dishes on the table next to him. When Midnight came back from Doctor Liu, when he opened the door, Qingchen put down his right hand quietly and waited for Jinmei to feed him dinner.

Han Ziye asked Jin Mei to change the water for the lilies in the vase, and sat by the bed by himself, picked up the spoon and stirred the small bowl of porridge on the table.

He has never had any experience of taking care of others in his life. He has been the one who has been taken care of since he was a child. He has never even passed a glass of water to others, let alone feed them. Look at the things on the table. I don’t know. Which one should I start from? I thought for a while and scooped up a spoonful of soup. It seemed that the spoonful was too full. He clumsily poured out some and brought it closer to the mouth of the morning.

The moment she opened her mouth to hold the soup in the morning, Jin Mei screamed and ran over, reaching out her hand to catch his mouth: "Spit it out, spit it out!"

In the morning, I felt the mucous membrane in my mouth was scalding and painful, I spit it out, I lost all feeling in my mouth, I heard the sound of Jinmei’s footsteps, ran to the bathroom and came back, opened the refrigerator door and took out a plug Into his mouth—it was ice, he held it in his mouth, the cold temperature relieved the numbness in his mouth, and relieved the pain very well.

Jinmei recounted Ziye angrily:

"Master! This one needs to be left to cool! Before you feed him, you don't try it with your hands, and you don't blow it! You—"

Fearing that he would get angry in the early morning, he mumbled with an ice cube in his mouth, "It's not burnt, it doesn't hurt, Jinmei...you go, go and see what injection I'm going to give tonight..."

Ziye was so embarrassed that he touched Qingchen's lips: "Open your mouth and show me, is it burnt?"

In the early morning, there was a sharp pain in his mouth, almost scalding off a layer of skin, fearing that he would worry, and forget the taboo, he shook his head hastily, the headache caused caused him to moan, and he held the back of his neck.

Jin Mei's face was full of displeasure, she came over and pushed Fader Ye away:

"Young master! You have never served anyone before. Let us leave this kind of work to your servants!" She sat on a chair and deftly tucked a square scarf under Qingchen's chin. She didn't dare to speak loudly, so she whispered He muttered in a low voice, "It will add to the chaos, since you came back, he's been hurt, there's no good place on his body..."

In the early morning, she was so frightened that she quickly spit out the small ice cubes into her outstretched hand, "Jinmei..., it's none of the young master's business..."

Midnight was not angry, but scratched her lower lip with her thumb in embarrassment, stood aside and watched as Jinmei scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, cooled it patiently, sprinkled some meat floss on it, and tested the temperature on the back of her finger. Put it into Qingchen's mouth, wipe the handkerchief in the heart of her right hand at the corner of her mouth, put down the spoon and pick up some kelp silk, curl it skillfully into a ball and stuff it into Qingchen's mouth. Feed at the right time, evenly and slowly, as if there is a rhythm, the meal soup is well coordinated, and she sits on the bed with her eyes closed in the morning and lets her feed it into her mouth.

Ziye saw Jinmei staring at the early morning meal, as if looking at some kind of treasure, with pious eyes and a smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she suddenly understood that taking care of the people she cared about would probably make her feel happy too.

A week later, I took off the protective gear in the morning and was discharged home, but I still needed to recuperate. I couldn't go to the company for the time being, and I had to go to the hospital for reexamination regularly.

On this day, Fang Ya received a call and knocked on the door of the office, "General Manager, someone from the Hong Gang just called and said that their person in power wants to make an appointment with you, how do you reply?"

Hong Gang?Ziye was stunned for a moment, and the first thing in his mind was to think of a strong young man with a tie casually hanging on his uniform jacket, and his dark and strong arms were exposed under the rolled up sleeves. People in your family, you don't cover them, and you don't allow others to cover them?"

Ziye looked through the calendar, "People from the Hong Gang can't make an appointment during the day, let's just make an appointment tonight, let them find a place."

Han Ziye didn't take anyone with him, so he drove down the mountain to attend the appointment by himself after dinner.

When the door was opened and the person inside stood up, Hong Lei had completely faded away all the youthful shadows of his youth, and became a strong and steady man with broad shoulders, slightly bulging muscles under the suit, and sharp-edged features. His eyes were sharp and not angry, he stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Long time no see, Mr. Han."

Ziye stretched out his hand to shake back with him. The two men were of different types, but the same powerful aura collided with each other as if they were real objects. , the room is small and elegant, the window is slightly open, the bamboo and the stone are in harmony, the table is inlaid with a black and white chessboard, and there is a game of chess on it.

"Mr. Hong's place is nice." Zi Ye sat opposite him, the tea in front of him was obviously freshly poured and still steaming.

"Thank you."

The only time the two faced each other head-on when they were teenagers was when they were injured in the early morning, and the rest were kings who did not see kings, but their fear of each other made them stick to the boundaries of power.Now that they are adults, although the two businesses and interests do not match each other, they are still afraid of each other.

Hong Lei was naturally expressionless, and asked straight to the point: "Is Han Qingchen okay?"

Just because Hong Lei took care of the people who bullied him for Qingchen, Han Ziye couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. He ignored Qingchen and allowed him to be picked on and injured by others. one thing.

He snorted softly: "Don't worry, he's fine."

Hong Lei looked straight at the slender phoenix eyes on the opposite side: "As far as I know, he was ambushed a few days ago, and he is still in the hospital. Is this what Mr. Han said that he is fine?"

Han Ziye's heart tightened for a while, he gritted his teeth, and rarely put away his usual lazy smile: "Why is Mr. Hong always paying attention to my people's movements?"

Hong Lei picked up a black stone on the chessboard in front of him, flipped it twice between his fingers and still put it in place: "It's purely a coincidence, my people were watching other things, and happened to bump into that group of people who beat them and then gathered together place."

Ziye squeezed the teacup tightly: "Where?"

Hong Lei didn't answer, but changed the subject: "Mr. Han, are you interested in doing business with the Hong Gang?"

Zi Yeqiang restrained himself, picked out a white piece from the chess box and put it on the chess position: "Mr. Hong must know that one day when I am around, precision things will never be sold to the Hong family."

Hong Lei played chess with him according to the endgame,

"Oh? Is it because of my uncle?"

Ziye didn't answer, he took the piece and played the chess without thinking, very quickly.

The two were silent, and after finishing the game, Ziye counted the number and looked up at Hong Lei, "I won, tell me who those people are."

Hong Lei and him looked at each other, their eyes competed for a few rounds, Hong Lei turned his head to look at the courtyard outside the window, he didn't listen to Hong Tu's words to find Han Qingchen, and he didn't intend to use this clue to exchange a favor.But he wasn't prepared to tell him what might happen next.This person's pride needs to be defeated, but it may not be himself who defeats him.

"Lotus Clubhouse."

When Han Ziye walked out of the courtyard, he received a call from Dr. Liu. He stood at the door, his face darkened a little, hung up the phone, and drove straight to the Lotus Club.

Han Ziye walked all the way in, everyone knew that he was Tan Xinghe's confidant, not only no one stopped him, but someone took him straight to Tan Xinghe's room.

He pushed open the door and went in. The spacious room was decorated complicatedly ornately, with an antique crystal lamp hanging from the high ceiling.Tan Xinghe looked up and saw that he stood up from behind the table in surprise: "President!"

Han Ziye turned his head and closed the door, turned the lock, walked straight to him, took out the button in his pocket and threw it on the thick and spacious table, and as the button rolled to Tan Xinghe's hand, his face turned pale in an instant.

Han Ziye supported the table with both hands, bent down and looked at him:

"why?"

Tan Xinghe was speechless with downcast eyes. Thinking of what Dr. Liu said on the phone just now, Ziye suddenly became furious, got up and grabbed his collar and pressed him on the table.

With a "bang", he closed his eyes tightly to resist the pain caused by the impact, and knocked down the photo frame on the table, revealing the photo inside. Set off that perfect face and elegant demeanor, Han Ziye followed his eyes to see the photo, he held down the body that was not struggling, reached out his hand to grope on his body, and took out his mobile phone.

password?He didn't even want to press his birthday, but the unlock signal popped out.He rummaged through the pictures and information inside, all of which were candid photos of himself and Qingchen’s daily life. At the reception, he and Qingchen wore black and white dresses, and Qingchen followed him with a plate, staring at him as he prepared the meal during the breaks. Putting something on the plate into his mouth, his expression was exactly the same as Jin Mei's.

He walked in front of the rain to discuss things with people, and held an umbrella to cover him in the back in the early morning, but he was drenched in the rain expressionlessly.

There are even those near Beigong. In the early morning, with lunch boxes and document bags in hand, I don’t know who to say to when I turn around. I sit in the car and look at him with focused eyes and a soft expression.

He quickly browsed through the photos and then looked for others. He found his own itinerary sent by a number. It was packed with records, when and what he did, who he met, and when he acted alone in the morning. It was clear and accurate. .

He actually underestimated him by actually intervening in the precision interior.

Tan Xinghe has never been treated like this by the president. The photos on his desk, the password of his mobile phone, and his years-long secret crush are now on the table unbearably.

His face was ashen, his eyes were closed and he lay on the table, the quilt pressed his neck tightly and breathed hard.

With a thumb press, Ziye popped out the small memory card, put it in his pocket, and threw the phone on the table.

"What do you want, you can find me, why did you find him?"

Tan Xinghe was speechless in despair.

Ziye grabbed him and threw him on the ground, "Say!"

Tan Xinghe fell to the ground, stared at him as if he was in a hurry and roared:

"You said it! You said that you hate homosexuality the most, you said that it is impossible to like men in this life!! So I am willing to stay by your side as a subordinate, as long as I can stay by your side, let me leave You'll be fine recently!" He was trembling, his eyes were red and his canthus were tearing open,

"If you have been ruthless, at least I still have hope, but why him? Why! You clearly said that men can't, why can he?? Why not me? How can I be worse than him?!" He cried out in despair ,

"He shouldn't exist, if he disappears, then you will see me! Don't you really hate men, right?" That focused look, the hard-to-disguise pampering eyes should belong to him, he is the favorite That person of his is also the only one worthy of him!He deserves and deserves it all.

Ziye was stunned, he had always ignored Tan Xinghe's eager gaze and unscrupulous peeking, he refused to understand such things as liking or love, and he never thought about what early morning meant to him, let alone connecting early morning with him. The most hated homosexual has ever been associated with each other. Early morning is just early morning. It has nothing to do with gender. He is independent of his own creed. His beauty and attachment have penetrated into his heart bit by bit with time and life. Just following my heart and desire, I became gentle a little bit.

Subconsciously, he instinctively refused to think about the painful problems, and refused to recall the images of his mother. He suppressed the darkness and tyranny that was about to break out of the cage in his heart, and walked forward and grabbed Tan Xinghe by the collar and grabbed him. pick up.

Tan Xinghe has never seen such a terrifying expression on his face, the true expression buried under the elegant mask, and the light in the deep phoenix eyes like a knife, made him shudder.

"If there is no previous affection, I will definitely let you pay him an ear!"

He let go of his hand, let him sit on the ground like a puddle of mud, walked to the door, twisted the lock, put his hand on the handle and said without answering:

"The previous love is wiped out, just treat it as if I never knew you, don't appear in front of me again, if you dare to touch him again—"

He opened the door and walked out without looking at the weary, weeping figure in despair.