The king does not see the king's biography Shi Yuan

In the morning, Luo Xiaoyao was woken up by Duanmuheng's assistant. He opened his eyes and found that it was already eight o'clock. The assistant told him coldly that Duanmuheng was already in the hall downstairs, and asked him to go there as soon as possible.

He actually overslept, Luo Xiaoyao broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly got up to wash and tidy up, but his head hurt even more, and he wanted to lie down on the bed again in a groggy state.

Thinking that Duanmuheng must be impatient to wait, Luo Xiaoyao didn't dare to delay any longer, so he patted his face with cold water on his hands, put on his coat, and ran all the way to the hall.

Duanmuheng crossed his legs and sat on the sofa in the rest area drinking coffee. His clothes and hairstyle were neat and tidy, and his manner was elegant and indifferent. When he saw Luo Xiaoyao running over, he put down his coffee cup and walked out.

Luo Xiaoyao hurriedly followed, and wanted to apologize, but Duanmuheng raised his hand to stop him.

"If you don't have a good reason for being late, it's best to keep your mouth shut."

Luo Xiaoyao shut his mouth, followed Duanmu Heng to the outside of the hotel, the car was already parked there, he ran to open the door and asked Duanmu Heng to get in the car.

He didn't know Duanmuheng's itinerary today, so he secretly observed his expression on the way, but Duanmuheng was neither sullen nor happy, and it was difficult to figure out his thoughts.

Fortunately, Duanmuheng didn't make things difficult for him. He visited several local chambers of commerce in the morning, and said he would go to the bank after lunch—since he wants to develop here, it is necessary to establish a good relationship with the bank.

Luo Xiaoyao ran with him all morning, and didn't take a breath until noon, but he didn't have any appetite, and his forehead kept sweating.

Luo Xiaoyao's family owns a pharmacy, and he is a half-doctor himself. Usually, he doesn't take this kind of minor fever seriously, just take two doses of medicine. No time to drink water.

When the car arrived at the bank, Luo Xiaoyao got out of the car first and turned to Duanmuheng to help him open the car door. Duanmuheng got out of the car and was about to close the door when Duanmuheng grabbed his wrist.

"you're uncomfortable?"

With cold eyes turning on his face, Luo Xiaoyao thought that his face must be ugly now, so he gave up unnecessary cover-ups and said, "I've caught a cold, it's fine."

Duan Muheng opened the back door, motioned for him to get in the car, and said to the driver, "Send him back."

Luo Xiaoyao didn't move, looking at Shang Duanmu Heng's displeased eyes, he said: "I can't go back, I'm your entourage, I'm responsible for your safety."

When he said this, even Luo Xiaoyao felt it was ridiculous. With Duan Muheng's skills, he didn't need his own protection at all. He just made up an excuse to transfer himself to play tricks. Because of this, he didn't want to show weakness and let the other party Take yourself more lightly.

Surprisingly, Duanmuheng didn't laugh, but his face became even uglier, and he said coldly: "I need protection, if you don't go back, do you want me to go back with you?"

Luo Xiaoyao's head was very dizzy, so he couldn't understand Duanmuheng's logic, let alone refute him, so he directly expressed his position.

"I'm not going back."

"Are you deliberately against me?"

Luo Xiaoyao wanted to say no, but before he could open his mouth, he was dragged into the car by Duanmuheng. His rough attitude angered Luo Xiaoyao, and just about to insist, Duanmuheng said: "It's okay if you don't go back. You rest here and wait for me to come back."

Is this a step back for him?Luo Xiaoyao was very surprised, before he could react, a coat was thrown on him, Duanmuheng said to the driver: "Keep an eye on him, if he dares to walk around casually, take him back to the hotel."

The driver didn't dare to talk too much, and nodded vigorously, expressing that he would do his duty.

The car door was closed, and Luo Xiaoyao watched Duan Muheng walk in through the car window. He took off his coat, which looked very thin. Fortunately, the bank was right next to him, so he didn't have to worry about freezing.

"You are really good," the driver sighed in front, "I have been with Mr. Duanmu for so long, and I have never seen anyone dare to talk to him like that."

Luo Xiaoyao turned his eyes back, and put Duanmuheng's overcoat on his body. The clothes still carried the owner's body temperature. After putting them on, he didn't feel so cold anymore.

Duanmuheng was not around, his tense nerves were finally relieved, he squinted his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, casually said: "It won't be as long as me, I have been talking like that since the day I met him."

So he never thought of changing himself in order to cater to the other party.

When Duanmuheng got back into the car, Luo Xiaoyao didn't know at all, he just wanted to close his eyes and squint, but he fell asleep just like that, and when he woke up, he found the car parked in front of the hotel, Looking at the time, it's not yet three o'clock.

Duanmuheng had already got out of the car and was explaining things to his assistant. When he saw Luo Xiaoyao coming down, he waved his assistant to leave, and helped Luo Xiaoyao walk into the restaurant.

Well, maybe it should be said that it is similar to the support of dragging.

Luo Xiaoyao was dragged back and forth by him, and wanted to thank him for his kindness, but let him go alone.

"Is everything done? You don't have to worry about me..."

"I can't do it anymore. I'm too ashamed to let people see my bodyguard like this."

──Then you can hire another bodyguard, why do you have to find me?

"I said I just caught a cold, it's fine."

"You can sleep like a pig when you catch a cold, you are a genius."

After entering the elevator, Duanmuheng's movements became a little gentler, and he put his hands around Luo Xiaoyao's shoulders. Luo Xiaoyao was a little restrained, and moved his shoulders to try to shake off his hands, which made Duanmuheng even more serious and hugged him tightly.

Back in the guest room, Duanmuheng dragged Luo Xiaoyao all the way onto the bed, took off his shoes, and reached out to touch his forehead, frowning even tighter.

"When did this happen?"

"what?"

"I asked--"

Duanmuheng seemed to want to lose his temper, but he held back temporarily, and said in a soft tone: "I asked you when did you start feeling uncomfortable?"

"Just...these two days."

"Why didn't you say you were uncomfortable?"

──Did you give me a chance to speak?

Although even if he had the chance, he would never say it. It might be ridiculous to do so, but Luo Xiaoyao felt that this was the only self-esteem he could keep in front of Duanmuheng.

Luo Xiaoyao didn't speak, and Duanmu Heng also frowned and remained silent. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and said, "You didn't wear a coat when you left that night."

Luo Xiaoyao didn't understand his intention, looked up, and saw Duanmu Heng's sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, with an annoyed expression on his face, and then said: "Take off your clothes."

Unexpectedly, at this time, he would still have unreasonable thoughts, Luo Xiaoyao couldn't help being annoyed, Duanmuheng came back to his senses, he didn't see him move, then looked at his expression, reacted, and laughed.

"I just want you to take off your clothes and lie down to rest. Where did you go?"

Luo Xiaoyao blushed, he was used to seeing Duanmu Heng in heat these two days, it's only natural for him to think that way.

Muting in his heart, Luo Xiaoyao took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. Duanmu Heng tore off the quilt to cover him up, and the soft quilt wrapped him. Only then did he feel sore all over his body, and he felt much more comfortable after lying down.

Not long after, the assistant brought the doctor, who turned out to be a western medicine doctor. Luo Xiaoyao was so dizzy with a fever that he couldn't refuse the doctor to examine him, so he murmured: "I don't take western medicine."

"No one asked you to take western medicine." In line with Duan Muheng's words, the doctor took out the medicine bottle and needle tube, watching him insert the needle into the glass medicine bottle, Luo Xiaoyao's eyes widened.

Ever since entering the room, Duanmuheng didn't take his eyes off him. Seeing his reaction, he thought it was funny, and asked deliberately, "Aren't you a policeman? You're still afraid of injections."

"I'm not afraid……"

In fact, Luo Xiaoyao was terribly afraid, who knew what was in that bottle, what if the medicine was too strong?

Dad often said that the things made by foreigners are not suitable for them, that's why their pharmacy business is so prosperous.

"My family's Chinese medicine family uses Western medicine to treat patients. If word spreads..."

Before he finished speaking, Duanmuheng pressed his shoulders and made him lie down. Then his pants and underwear were pulled down, and there was pain in his buttocks. Luo Xiaoyao instinctively grabbed Duanmuheng's arm, and heard the doctor say: "Relax!" , the muscles are too tight for injection.”

The hair was gently rubbed, as if feeling his fear, the hand was touching very gently, Luo Xiaoyao's attention was pulled away, when he recovered, the injection was over, the doctor said: "I'll give you another shot." Prescribe two doses of internal medicine, remember to take it after meals."

Luo Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that it would cause him to break out in sweat. This was much more effective than covering the sweat with a quilt. Then seeing Duan Muheng's arm still in his hand, Bai Zhe's skin turned red because of too much force. .

He was very embarrassed, and hurriedly let go of his hand. Unexpectedly, Duanmu Heng was neither angry nor laughed at him. He took the medicine, thanked the doctor, and sent him out.

Luo Xiaoyao curled himself up under the quilt, and touched his hair subconsciously. It seemed that there was still warmth there. He knew it was his illusion, but he was very happy in his heart.

He was used to seeing Duanmuheng's domineering and domineering side, and occasionally saw him showing a gentle side, he was surprised to find that he didn't hate it, but whether Duanmuheng did it out of caring, or just a moment of randomness, he had no way of knowing .

When Duanmuheng returned to the room, Luo Xiaoyao had already fallen asleep, hugging the quilt and curling himself up like a puppy. The puppies he raised when he was a child liked to sleep like this. No wonder he felt a sense of intimacy when he first met him. ,I see.

He walked to the bed and reached out to touch Luo Xiaoyao's cheek. Luo Xiaoyao was in a deep sleep and didn't respond to his touch. Duanmuheng touched his forehead again, but it was still very hot. It was very uncomfortable at that time, and I really don't know how he managed to run around with me that day.

Duanmuheng was a little distressed, but it was more of a displeasure. He remembered that when he first met Luo Xiaoyao, Luo Xiaoyao would tell him straightforwardly no matter what happened, but since when did they start to communicate less and less , Every time we meet, we go to bed.

But now, not only did he not speak out what was on his mind, but he also regarded him as an enemy, even if he felt uncomfortable, he would not beg for mercy from him.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, Duanmu Heng ruffled Luo Xiaoyao's hair indiscriminately as if venting his anger, but when he glanced at the obvious red spot on his neck, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Stupid," he said.

It was already night when Luo Xiaoyao woke up. After resting, he was much better. He was sweating and wanted to take a bath, but Duan Muheng stopped him, saying that his condition would be aggravated, and brought him dinner for him to eat and take medicine.

Dinner was light rice porridge and pickled vegetables. Luo Xiaoyao had been hungry all day, and he ate it all. Duanmuheng did all the work from beginning to end, serving food and water. A little grateful, until Duanmuheng put the western medicine prescribed by the doctor in front of him.

"I told you, my family runs a Chinese medicine shop, and I don't take western medicine."

Having seen him reject Western medicine once, Duanmuheng didn't mind, and said lightly: "It's a good thing to stick to one's own ideas, but one must learn from the old and learn from the new in order to make progress."

"I don't want to improve, I don't eat."

If the patient is self-willed, then Luo Xiaoyao's image can't be better. It's not that he doesn't believe in western medicine, but he doesn't believe in Duanmuheng.

Out of a confrontational mentality, he subconsciously overruled his judgment. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Duanmuheng suddenly leaned over, Luo Xiaoyao thought he was going to kiss her, and hurriedly avoided, but Duanmuheng was just testing his body temperature , forehead to forehead, and then said: "Oh, the fever is gone, no wonder you are so energetic."

Luo Xiaoyao blushed and pushed him away in a panic. "Since the fever is gone, it's fine if I don't take medicine."

"Um……"

After the long ending, Duanmuheng approached him again, this time for a kiss, pried open his lips with his tongue, and poured the pills and water into his mouth.

"Well……"

There was bitterness in his mouth, Luo Xiaoyao wanted to push him away, but was hugged tightly, Duanmuheng kissed him and pressed his tongue, causing him to swallow the water and pills.

The bitter taste made Luo Xiaoyao frowned, but Duanmuheng didn't stop there, and continued the kiss, rolling up his tongue and sucking passionately.

The body fluid filled the mouth with the bitterness of the medicine, and their tongues entangled for a long time, until Luo Xiaoyao felt that his jaw was sore, Duan Muheng finally stopped, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and backed away contentedly .

This accident caused Luo Xiaoyao's brain to lack oxygen, and he was a little dizzy before his eyes. He covered his head and lay back on the bed.

The hot kiss made Luo Xiaoyao's cheeks blush. He looked very attractive and easy to bully. Duanmuheng looked at him contentedly and said, "I haven't kissed enough yet."

Luo Xiaoyao didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he raised his eyelids to look at him listlessly, and then lowered them again.

Duanmu Heng reached out and patted his cheek.

"So do you choose to take the medicine yourself, or let me continue to help you?"

Luo Xiaoyao compromised, in order not to cause fainting, he leaned up a little, took the tablet that Duan Muheng handed over, and sent it down with water.

After he took the medicine, Duanmuheng put the water glass back on the table and said with a smile: "If you want me to kiss you, just tell me, why bother to find an excuse not to take the medicine?"

He said black and white, Luo Xiaoyao didn't have the strength to fight him, so he simply ignored it, lay down again, turned around and slept facing the wall.

There was the sound of opening the door and talking behind him, and just when he thought Duanmuheng had left, Duanmuheng returned to the room, took off his clothes and went to bed, and lay down next to him.

Luo Xiaoyao's body, which had only slightly relaxed, subconsciously tensed up again.

The light was turned off, and Duanmuheng hugged him from behind, but he didn't do anything, just leaning against him normally.

Although he and Duanmuheng have known each other for many years, and they have slept countless times, but this is the first time that they have been leaning against each other and sharing the same bed like tonight.

Duanmuheng didn't wear clothes, his body was very hot, Luo Xiaoyao closed his eyes, feeling the strong beating of his heart, the atrium couldn't help losing its normal frequency, his whole body froze, leaning against Duanmuheng's arms, he Not daring to move.

"You're nervous."

"No."

The wrist was held, Duanmuheng said: "The pulse is beating so fast, and I still say no."

Luo Xiaoyao had nothing to say, felt the hot air on the back of his neck, and heard Duanmuheng say: "I thought this would help you get rid of the cold, but I didn't expect it to be counterproductive."

If you don't go down knowing that it will be counterproductive, what's the matter with two big men hugging each other and sleeping together?

Luo Xiaoyao was slandering, Duanmuheng suddenly said: "Sorry."

The voice was very low, and when he asked for a moment, he thought he had heard wrong.

A faint sigh came from the darkness, Duanmuheng said: "Can't you follow me a little bit, you also know that I have been self-willed since I was a child."

Complaining as if acting like a baby, Luo Xiaoyao was surprised and a little uncomfortable. He was used to the arrogant and domineering Duanmu Heng, but he didn't know how to deal with his occasional weakness.

After a while without getting a response, Duanmu Heng sighed, "Of course you can't, otherwise you wouldn't be a little cousin."

With deep helplessness in the words, Luo Xiaoyao finally couldn't hold back, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Don't come so close to me...it will infect you."

Duanmuheng smiled, stretched out his hand to play with his hair, and said, "Little cousin, you still worry about me."

"no……"

Ignoring his denial, Duanmuheng retracted his arm, and the two of them stuck closer together. Luo Xiaoyao felt that Duanmuheng was in a good mood tonight, and unconsciously, the corners of his mouth turned up. When he got up, he was not so repulsed by his hug.

"My mother passed away very early, so when I was a child, I loved sleeping with my wet nurse and holding her, it gave me peace of mind, just like I do now."

This is the first time Duanmuheng mentioned childhood, which was very novel to Luo Xiaoyao, so he heard him say again: "Later, when I grew up, the wet nurse stopped letting me hug her and bought me fur toys. It's changed to a pillow, but it still feels the best for you."

Luo Xiaoyao's heart palpitated for a while, as if his heart had stopped beating half a beat. He hesitated and asked, "Are you doing this to your wife?"

"I have inquired about my family. It seems that you care about me very much."

His mind was punctured, and in order to hide his embarrassment, Luo Xiaoyao retorted, "Everyone knows about your marriage, so do you need to find out?"

After a little silence, Duanmu Heng said: "That's not important."

It doesn't matter that Luo Xiaoyao doesn't know what he is referring to, and he didn't intend to ask more, it's a taboo, the farther away the better.

"Do you like her?" Duanmu Heng asked, interrupting Luo Xiaoyao's thoughts.

He didn't mention his name, but Luo Xiaoyao knew what he was asking, and said in a daze, "I like it."

He should like it, at least he was very happy when the marriage was settled. Jiang Yuzhen is a good woman and will be a good wife in the future. They have never quarreled together. She is very filial to his parents. She also respected it very much. Their marriage was originally a matter of course.

But when it comes to how much this love is, he can't judge, at least he knows that it can't compare with Duan Muheng's weight.

In his heart, no one can make him unforgettable like Duanmuheng, even if it's just a simple hug and listening to him talk about some trivial things in the past, he feels a kind of satisfaction.

As if the prestige sensed the fluctuation of his mood, Duanmuheng didn't ask any more questions, and helped him tuck the corner of the quilt. In the warm closeness, Luo Xiaoyao's drowsiness soon welled up, but Duanmuheng didn't sleep. He fell into deep thought as his breathing gradually deepened.