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Han Ziye walked around the bedroom twice like a sleepy beast, unable to resolve the restlessness in his heart, he drove to the Lotus Club to drink.The people below called Tan Xinghe, and Ziye was already half drunk when he hurried over.He waved Bartender away and talked to him himself, mixing drinks for him.

At dinner time, Uncle Zhong saw that the small kitchen was quiet and did not come down early in the morning to prepare dinner for the young master, so he sent Jin Mei to see if the young master was at home.Jin Mei looked around and said that the young master had gone out, and the young master's room was locked.Uncle Zhong asked her to ask someone to come down for dinner, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time.Jin Mei asked, did the young master go out to do errands with the young master?

Uncle Zhong was worried in the middle of his meal, so he went to the drawer of the housekeeper's room to look for the key board, but he couldn't find it. It was Aunt Fu who followed and found it in the old box at the bottom of the cabinet.

Uncle Zhong knocked on the door and called, "Young Master, are you there?" He pressed his ear to the door, and there was no sound inside.

He squinted his eyes and rummaged through the large board of keys. Jin Mei was so anxious that she snatched it over and found the label.The moment the door opened, Jin Mei screamed, and Uncle Zhong was shocked, and fell to the ground early in the morning, one side of his face was swollen, and there was a purple palm print on his face.

When I lifted him up, I found that I had fainted in the morning, my forehead and body were hot, my hands and feet were cold, my breathing was thin and rapid, and there was no sweat on my face.The three of them hurriedly helped him onto the bed. Uncle Zhong looked at the ripped trousers, stroked the swollen half of his face, sighed and muttered: "What a crime! What a crime!"

Drinking Jinmei again: "What's the use of crying! Go and call!"

Jin Mei turned around to run, but was called back: "Don't call the young master, call the mansion! Ask the manager to listen to him!" After thinking for a while, she ordered: "Don't tell the whole story! Just say that the young master passed out!"

The two of them stripped off their hands and feet in the early morning. Aunt Fu simply wiped them off, and even Aunt Fu couldn't help crying when she wiped the back. This child's life is miserable.

At any rate, he changed his clothes and helped him to lie down. After waiting for a while, Doctor Liu came in person. He was shocked when he saw the situation in the early morning, but he couldn't say anything. Hang up the water, instruct him to wipe his heart with wine, and change his forehead to an ice pack, just to watch, and come back tomorrow by himself.

Under the instruction of Tan Xinghe, a female singer was hired on the stage of the clubhouse to sing some low-pitched and melodious songs. The lights were psychedelic and dim. Tan Xinghe didn't dare to mention the last time. He just told some funny stories and gossips to make Han Ziye smile. , and mixed some less strong wine for him, Han Ziye played with the wine glass, the alcohol did not extinguish his irritability, on the contrary, it tended to intensify, he didn't say a word, he just hummed when he heard something interesting Laugh.Tan Xinghe looked at his face, wishing that he would pass out immediately, so that he could hold him in his arms openly.But what happened last time is not over yet, he dare not.

Ziye felt that he was almost drunk, took out his car keys and threw them on the bar, "Find someone, take me home."

How could Tan Xinghe give up this opportunity to others? He asked his driver to drive behind him, and of course he would send it off by himself.

When the car drove to Beigong, Han Ziye had already fallen asleep in the back seat. Tan Xinghe rang the doorbell, and Uncle Zhong came out to pick him up with the driver. The bones were almost broken by him.It was so easy to arrange for him to sleep, and I went to see the morning again.Jin Mei guarded him, and when Uncle Zhong came in, she shook her head to show that the fever had not subsided.Uncle Zhong saw that the ice pack was newly replaced, so he told Jin Mei to go to bed, and there would be time to check it again tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when Midnight went downstairs to eat, she found that only Aunt Fu was bringing porridge and side dishes to the table.Jin Mei passed him with a box of ice cubes, and he asked, "Where is the person?" Jin Mei ran upstairs with her big braids shaking as if she didn't hear it.

He frowned and looked upstairs. He was about to have a seizure when he saw Uncle Zhong come down, walked up to him and whispered, "Young master has a fever, and it hasn't subsided until now. He is also confused."

Seeing him stir the porridge in front of him with a spoon, he paused and said, "Master, do you want to go up and have a look?"

He pushed away the porridge bowl and stood up abruptly, "No! Call the driver and go to the company."

I ran into Han Zirong in the lobby, Han Zirong came to hold his hand and patted him on the shoulder when he saw Bao, "Midnight! It's so hard work to come to work so early!"

A smile hung on the corner of Han Ziye's mouth: "Good morning, cousin!"

In order to consolidate his power and political marriage, Han Hua married the daughter of a main model master teacher. The son born to his plain-looking wife was also ordinary-looking, but Han Hua saw that he was smart and active-minded. The above intrigues, face to face fire and back knife, the wrist is still better than the father.

He has a lot of big Han Ziye, debuted early, although everyone knows that he is not the future ruler, people also respect him as Rong Shao, which means that he is as famous as his father.

Han Zirong let him enter the elevator, and then stepped in: "When are we brothers going out for a drink? You haven't had a detailed chat with you since you came back, how is it? How are the babes?" He touched him with his elbow, Winked at him.

Ziye smiled back at him: "Cousin was joking, it's the same when the light is turned off." Han Zirong patted him on the back, and they both burst into laughter.

When Han Ziye was 16 years old, he had sex for the first time. He was drunk and arranged for it. For this, Han Tieyi punished him to kneel. Later, Han Ziye lived up to the expectations of "indulging in women" and had many harems. He was very happy to see it succeed.

He stared at the slowly rising number, and said casually: "Well, speaking of it, why didn't the little follower that Uncle Yi made for you come? I met him at the meeting the day before yesterday, and the little thing turned out well."

Han Ziye hated his father, Han Yi, for forcing his mother to death. Everyone in the family knew that Han Yi had made a beautiful child as a gift for him. People didn't take it seriously, they just bought something to serve people.

Ziye was so disgusted in his heart that he wanted to pinch him by the neck and push him to the elevator floor, with a faint smile on his face: "Why, cousin wants to change his taste?"

Although Han Zirong cares about his future and is very careful about his private life, he has a high position and authority, and is young. The boy was injured countless times, but thanks to his hands and eyes reaching the sky, he covered it up.

He was so bold that he dared to answer: "Hehe, are you willing?" Seeing Han Ziye squinting at him with a half-smile, he woke up suddenly, and said with a big smile, "Don't spread this joke to you." My sister-in-law's ears can't take it, I can't take it! Hahaha..."

After Lian Zhi and the others sneaked in, Han Ziye was much more comfortable and spared no effort to socialize.There was a reception for the ambassador in the afternoon, and he called through the internal line to send clothes. After a while, Fang Ya, the secretary, opened the door and said with embarrassment: "General Manager, the special assistant's phone is not available. I can't find where you put your dresses... ..."

Midnight held his breath all morning and found a reason to explode. He threw the folder in his hand on the ground and asked sharply: "You four, how do you do things? He is as thin as a man, and now he is lying at home with a fever. Everything depends on him. What do you want?"

Fang Ya lowered her head and remained silent, Zi Ye frowned, suppressed her anger, and asked her, "What does he usually eat?"

Fang Ya was stunned for a moment before she understood, and replied: "The general manager's meals are brought by the special assistant. Special assistant, go to the company's restaurant with us." She pursed her lips, "A while ago, the special assistant ate No food, just coffee..."

Zi Ye's heart ached, and he waved his hand to tell her, "Get out!"

I went to the office suite by myself, looked for the largest wardrobe and opened it, and sure enough, all kinds of dresses were neatly covered with covers and hung in the cabinet.He rummaged through it, found one to put on, and led the people to the reception.

In the middle of the night, the North Palace was silent. Han Ziye pushed open the door in the early morning, and the undrawn curtains leaked the moonlight from the whole room. He stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping figure. Only a slapped face was exposed, and an ice pack was tied to the forehead. The finger marks and palm prints on the small face were vivid, as if he was dead, and he could barely hear his breath.Ziye held his breath and tried his breath with his hand, he was relieved when he felt the dry and hot breath, his throat was tight and his mouth was bitter, he knelt down under the quilt and took out the thin white hand, and held it in it , put his forehead against the back of his hand and let out a long sigh, his heart was filled with burning hatred, but he simply didn't know who to hate.

In the morning, he felt like he was floating in the sea of ​​ice water and fire, and not a single cell in his body was in pain. Someone wiped his face, and the place touched by the towel made him groan in pain, and his nose was scorching hot.During this period, all the overdrafts came to him, his fever turned into pneumonia, he fell into a coma for three days, and lay down for another seven days before he could get out of bed.

Before waking up, he heard rustling sounds in the room, a hand gently touched his cheek, stroking his eyebrows, he forced himself to open his eyes, and it took a long time to find the focus.

Shao Jiejie sat in front of his bed, put his face close to his, "Are you awake this time? Chenchen, can you hear me?"

He turned his head around slowly, and on the other side, Zixi was wringing out the towel to wipe his face for him to apply to his palm marks that had turned yellowish brown, "Don't look for him, he's not here, go out to talk about things."

In the morning, I closed my eyes again and fell asleep exhaustedly.

Sleeping and waking up for a long time, in the dark sleep he felt the breath of midnight approaching, the hot hand was kneading his earlobe, caressing his cheek, he struggled to wake up and wanted to grab that hand, but saw Uncle Zhong was feeding him with water, sometimes it was the red-eyed Jinmei, sometimes it was Lian Zhi and the others. Once he woke up and saw Peter dozing on the chair, with saliva dripping on the clothes on his chest, he couldn't help it Laughing, but choking with lung pain.

He wakes up and sees everyone.Just without him.

Can barely eat after hanging in water for a few days.Aunt Fu boiled black-bone chicken soup for him every day, fish puree, meat puree and fruit puree, and Jin Mei was busy running back and forth serving tea and water, but no one was there to serve Han Ziye.He ate fried rice and noodles with Uncle Zhong for a few days, but he didn't say anything.

In the morning, I accumulated enough strength to get out of bed and stood on the ground shaking, as if my legs were not my own.Jin Mei supported him to go downstairs for a walk. He stood at the stairs and felt dizzy, so he quickly closed his eyes and grabbed the handrail.

Ziye watched him wobble at the stairs downstairs, almost spilling the coffee in his hand, he frowned impatiently, went up the stairs in two or three steps, grabbed his legs firmly and picked him up.His body stiffened and he felt like he was about to struggle, Ziye said coldly: "Don't move!" Then he walked down the stairs.

He lowered his eyes and leaned quietly in that warm embrace, his heart beating uncontrollably, as if he was even more dizzy.

On the tennis court in the backyard, Lian Zhi and Peter were playing, while Jiejie and Zixi were talking head to head.Seeing Ziye carrying him out, she hurriedly dropped the things in her hands and ran over.

Ziye put him down and left without saying a word. Lian Zhi helped him to sit down and asked, "You finally came out. I don't know how low the air pressure has been recently. Boss spits on everyone like a fire-breathing dragon. I'm almost burnt out." Where did you offend the boss? Getting so angry?" Zixi glanced over and Lianzhi immediately shut up, but Peter didn't wince, and took his big hand to the palm print on Qingchen's face, "Wow..., The boss is worthy of a full score in fighting!" Jiejie knocked his hand off with a "crack!"

Let them continue to play in the early morning and say that they want to watch.Those two were just trying to make him happy, and Peter's action of saving the ball was exaggerated and ridiculous. He slightly bent his mouth, and turned around to find Zixi staring at him for a moment, "Chenchen, do you hate him?"

There was silence in the early morning, his left ear was still rumbling, and he couldn't hear the sound clearly. He looked up at the sky, the summer was almost over, the wind was a bit cool, the sky was very blue and the clouds were moving quickly.There was a cold despair in his heart, no matter how he was treated, he still loved him so much, as long as he was close to him, his body would produce sweetness uncontrollably, and that sweetness was his poison.

"No, I don't hate him, I love him."