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How is this going?

He Zhu and He Xun know each other?

No, on the day of Guanghui Celebrity Charity Night, it was obvious that they did not know each other from their performance.

Yan Rongqiu was faintly uneasy, as if he had accidentally broken some secret.He stuffed the newly prepared medicine into his pocket, crossed the road, and walked quickly in the direction of the two people.

"good evening."

Even at this time, Yan Rongqiu did not forget to say hello politely first.The pure white LANVIN suit is particularly conspicuous in the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, like a ball of shining snow.

Hearing his voice, the two men were all taken aback, and turned around together.

For a moment, only one thought flashed through Yan Rongqiu's mind——

Like, really like.

It is not similar in appearance, nor close in temperament.Just seeing them standing side by side, with just one glance at them, I feel for no reason that there must be some kind of inextricable relationship between him and him.

"Why are you here?" Yan Rongqiu said, and his eyes fell on the bag in He Zhu's arms--the distance is close, so it is naturally obvious. The brown and red letters are the document bags uniformly equipped within the group, but because it is the last A common style, so it can't explain anything.

He Xun quickly glanced at He Zhu.

Yan Rongqiu looked at the six directions: "He Xun, what do you think he is doing?"

He Zhu deserved it very quickly: "Yes, Mr. He, what do you think I am doing? Isn't it something you entrusted to me?"

He Xun: "..."

He Zhu pushed his glasses and straightened his back even more, just like when he was reporting work at the same time.

"Mr. He Xun has a document material about the history of Jerusalem that he is interested in. Because it is written in Hebrew, he specifically contacted me and asked me to help translate it."

Like He Mingcheng, He Xun likes history very much.And He Zhu's corporate email is a public information that can be found on the group's official website.As for being proficient in Hebrew, it was already clearly written on the resume he submitted to Liu Xinjun.

The assistant's answer was like a ball of smooth and complete wool, with no flaws found. It should have successfully persuaded Yan Rongqiu, but he still felt something strange in his heart.

It is a subtlety of entanglement.

Regarding the relationship between these two people, Yan Rongqiu thought he should think more about it, but tonight, he really couldn't spare any extra energy and brains.

Everything he learned from the doctor just now was enough for him to digest for a while.

Subconsciously touching the medicine in his pocket, Yan Rongqiu said goodbye to He Zhu and He Xun, turned around and walked towards the car parked across the road.

"Wait, I'll take you back."

Before He Xun could speak, He Zhu had strode towards Yan Rongqiu's side, like an anode magnet being attracted by a cathode magnet. This was almost his instinctive reaction.

In Yan Rongqiu's words, it is impossible to give up work at night and wander alone in this bustling business district.The only possibility is to go to the nearby top hospital in the city to see a doctor - and to go alone without everyone else, as if someone finds out that all the steel and iron bones in his body will turn into weaknesses.

The car quickly disappeared into the river of light gathered by the neon lights.

He Zhu held the steering wheel restlessly, carefully observing Yan Rongqiu from the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, Yan Rongqiu looked very bad.

Standing in the light just now, he still had a false warm tone, but now he was transformed into his original form by the dim environment in the carriage.What was revealed by the pale and thin face was an extremely haggard feeling of frailty, and the whole person was as lifeless as a critically ill patient, wrapped tightly in a coat and shrunk into a small ball.

He Zhu silently turned up the heating in the car, stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car and drove towards Ruishan Yuting.

After parking the car and opening the door, He Zhu called Yan Rongqiu several times softly, but he didn't respond at all.He was so afraid of the cold that he pulled up the hood of his coat, most of which were covered, and his head was lowered and sunk deep in the dark shadows.

The fear of the past came out of the grave like a ghost, and slapped He Zhu's back.

His heart couldn't help beating wildly, and he stroked Yan Rongqiu's hood with slightly trembling hands.

The air in the car was warm and dry, a bit too warm for this time of year.And the temperature around Yan Rongqiu was significantly higher, wisps of hot air radiated from his body, wafting over He Zhu's fingertips.

The next moment, the hood was gently removed, revealing Yan Rongqiu's half-conscious, sleepy face.

The previous appalling pallor had completely faded away, replaced by an unnatural flush all over the cheeks.It was rare for Yan Rongqiu to have such an abundance of blood, and when it appeared so suddenly, it made He Zhu dizzy for a while, and felt that the splendor was terrifying, like a fire that was burning to the sky.

"President Yan...President Yan? Can you hear me?"

Can hear but can't hear clearly, ears are full of chaotic noises buzzing.Yan Rongqiu tried hard to bring back Piaoyuan's slack consciousness, but no matter what, he couldn't concentrate.

He was very cold, but also very hot. The glands in the back of his neck were throbbing non-stop, and the limp and numb feeling climbed up from the depths of his body, melting every joint and making him lose all his senses. strength.

how so……

Is my situation really worse than what the doctor diagnosed?

impossible, impossible...

Yan Rongqiu breathed hard, and wanted to try to move his limbs again, but his whole body suddenly lightened, as if floating in the air lightly, and in the next second, he was tightly hugged into a firm and powerful embrace.

The familiar clear breath from the deep sea slowly submerged him.

What kind of smell is this... how can it smell so good...?

Yan Rongqiu's little self-awareness was instantly snatched away by this strange fragrance.Surrounded by it, it didn't even feel so uncomfortable, the glands under the skin of the back of the neck, which were hot and beating wildly like a small heart, calmed down a little.

He rubbed hard against the man's chest, obviously he couldn't get any closer, but he was still eager to push forward.

"You smell so good..."

Yan Rongqiu closed his eyes tightly, mumbled in a daze, then buried his face in the place where the fragrance was stronger, and sucked in greedily.

The smooth skin where the nose and mouth are tightly attached is like a piece of top-quality precious spices, every pore exudes a sweet and sweet fragrance, and it is so warm and soft, it is almost unbearable— —

Yan Rongqiu licked his lips subconsciously.

Never wanted something that much.

I want it, I want it so badly, I want it until I go crazy, I want it until my heart is about to explode.

That fragrance is almost magical, like a living thing, penetrates through his skin, penetrates into his texture bit by bit, travels along the blood and tendons throughout the whole body, comforting and tormenting him with incomparable tenderness extreme cold and bitter heat.

I can't take it anymore.

He opened his lips slightly, and between the snow-white teeth, a little pink tip of his tongue protruded—but he didn't touch anything, he could only wish to quench his thirst.

Because He Zhu tilted his head in time, and he didn't let him touch his neck.

After all, I am just a mortal.

There is a limit to the endurance of mortals.

The anxious desire was not satisfied, Yan Rongqiu's throat let out a soft and vague purr, like an unhappy cat.

"Good, let's go home."

He Zhu brushed back the hair scattered on the young man's forehead with his warm fingers, hugged him tighter in his arms, and walked towards the gate quickly and steadily.

He rang the doorbell but there was no response, so He Zhu had no choice but to look for the key from the pocket of Yan Rongqiu's coat, but finally opened the door and entered, but there was no one inside, presumably Aunt Xu went out with glutinous rice balls.

The lights were brightly lit, and the whole house was empty and empty, without any trace of popularity or fireworks.He Zhu looked down at the person in his arms, feeling that he really looked like the little dragon girl who lived in the tomb of the living dead.

It wasn't until Yan Rongqiu was put on the bed in the bedroom that He Zhu's tense nerves relaxed a little bit. The weather in late autumn was chilly, but he was sweating a little from exhaustion.

Yan Rongqiu is very light, with a slender frame, but she is not easy to hug at all.Because I am afraid that it will be broken like porcelain, and I am afraid that it will melt like ice and snow, so I really don't know how to make it right.

He took off the windbreaker for him, and then peeled off the suit jacket, only the thin body wrapped in thin underwear was sunk in the large and soft mattress, as if it was about to be buried by thick snow.

He Zhu opened the medicine bag, didn't have time to see what the medicine was, but hurriedly poured two capsules according to the instructions, and brought a glass of warm water to Yan Rongqiu.

"Come on, let's take the medicine first."

Yan Rongqiu buried his head in the pillow, a little white earlobe was exposed in the black messy hair, he retorted drowsily: "I'm not sick."

For children who refuse to take medicine, He Zhu has some solutions.He was about to get up, but Yan Rongqiu held him tightly by his cuffs.

"Don't go." He tried his best to lift a line of thick eyelashes, and there were dots of glimmer in his eyes, like a spinning galaxy.

"I won't go." He Zhu gently twirled his palm.

He went to the kitchen to pour the juice, He Zhu broke open the capsule, mixed the medicine powder into it, stirred it carefully, and brought it back to Yan Rongqiu's lips.

Lying in the man's arms soft and hot, he was still so stubborn that he rubbed his face against the chest that smelled good, "I'm not sick. I don't take medicine."

Because of the strong nasal voice and lack of strength in speaking, Yan Rongqiu's voice sounded soft, with a slightly hoarse sweetness.

Like a child who loves to act like a baby.

"This is peach juice." He Zhu patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Be good, baby."

baby.

Why did it come out so naturally?

He Zhu lowered his eyes and stared at the big boss who was quietly nestling in his arms. His forehead hair, which was usually neatly combed up, was hanging softly on his forehead at this moment. His thick and curly eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly, resting on the thin On the thin pale eyelids, it is so obedient that it makes people feel itchy and distressed.Mr. Yan like this always feels that he looks much younger, soft and milky.

Well, it is indeed a baby, a baby smaller than that glutinous rice dumpling.

Yan Rongqiu, who was half-drowsy and half-asleep, accepted the title calmly, and obediently drank the peach juice slowly, not leaving a drop.

"Baby is awesome."

He Zhu lightly put Yan Rongqiu back on the bed, carefully tucked up the corners of the quilt for him, and raised the pillow to make him lie more comfortably.Men do these things slowly and earnestly, even with a hint of piousness, like treating some rare treasure——

No, it is obviously more precious than rare treasures, it is his only and unique treasure.

After drinking the medicine, Yan Rongqiu's condition improved obviously.The scary red tide on his cheeks faded a lot, and his shortness of breath gradually calmed down.

He seemed to have finally got rid of the dizzy, dizzy, hot and cold pain of high fever. At this moment, the god of sleep finally came to save him.

He Zhu secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Rather than worrying, he was more afraid, really afraid.

Seeing someone he loves being tortured by illness is a psychological shadow that has lingered since he was a child.

He left a small night light for Yan Rongqiu, and He Zhu gently closed the door, and sat down on the sofa in the living room next door, so that if there was any movement in the night, he could hear it in time.

Taking off his glasses, He Zhu threw the disgusting ugly pair on the coffee table. While pinching the sore bridge of his nose, he took out the gift book in the file bag, which he hadn't had time to read carefully before.

After seeing it, he really felt that Yan Rongqiu was really doing his best to keep everything about his mother.

Because he has been working beside Yan Rongqiu and participated in the liquidation of Chuanying, he knows very well how hard-won this job is.

And, cruel as it may be to say, it's of no value to anyone—

Except myself.

It is obvious that Yan Rongqiu has never liked things of no value.

At the end of the line of sight, the column for the recipient's signature was still blank.

He didn't really want to put his name on it.

He Wanzhi.

It's never too late to learn, don't do it too late, don't be proud of it, and you will lose if you are proud.

He Mingcheng took it.

He is afraid of tarnishing | mother's soul.

He has been intentionally or unintentionally weakening his relationship with the name, both in the United States and now.

Putting away the gift book and putting it aside, He Zhu just picked up the medicine bottle on the coffee table, when the logo on the upper right corner jumped into the field of vision eye-catchingly.

Bright red round logo.

This means that it is a drug strictly controlled by the state, and it must have a doctor's prescription certificate, and it must pass the department's review at every level before it can be prescribed to patients.

Apart from psychotropic drugs or narcotic drugs, the only people who can have this kind of "treatment" are those special drugs for treating ABO constitution.

[Indications]: Information gland ataxia disorder.

Seeing this line of medicine instructions, He Zhu couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his eyes dimmed for a moment——

This is an extremely rare and intractable disease, and only a dozen cases have been found nationwide.It has a very long incubation period, which may be five to ten years or even ten years, and the span is so large that there is no predictable range at all.

Moreover, patients with information gland ataxia disorder are almost always congenital, and the clinical response varies from person to person.So far, the medical community has not even identified a common symptom of this condition.

This is actually quite scary.During the long incubation period, it is difficult for patients to detect the real lesion in time from the abnormal performance of their own body.Some people's clinical reactions are very inconspicuous, so they may not take it seriously and ignore it directly; even if some people seek medical treatment immediately, almost without exception, they are misdiagnosed as other diseases by doctors.

It's like a timed|bomb|bomb buried in the body that no one has ever discovered. Only when the moment of the explosion comes, will the cruel truth of the flesh and blood fly be realized.

The small bottle of capsule was clenched tightly in He Zhu's hand, until the knuckles protruded and turned white, like a drowning man grasping the mud and water plants in his hands——

I tried my best, but it was in vain.

That kind of deep fear like a light on his back came out of the tomb again, holding a huge sickle, hovering over He Zhu's head silently.

There has never been a specific drug for a complete cure for information gland ataxia disorder, and the only treatment is sustained release.

What's even more frightening is that as the condition worsens, the patient's drug resistance will continue to increase, and eventually, even this only method of prolonging life will completely lose its effect.Under the multiple torment of sudden chills, high fever and severe pain all over the body, the patient will be extremely painful and helpless towards death.

He Zhu had witnessed such a death with his own eyes.

Because, his own mother, An Xiao, died of information gland ataxia.

The author has something to say: Don't worry, I won't abuse you, I won't abuse you, I'm not writing about blue life and death love.

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