Save the Sick Iceberg Project

That night, Zhao Yuanqi had a high in the Xingchen mansion, and the handsome men and beautiful women who accompanied the drinks made the atmosphere in the private room in full swing, and the smell of famous wine and cigarettes filled the whole room.

Zhang Chongnian is not lying, the most beautiful of these people are those two third-tier starlets, after packaging, they are different, not only looks like the ones in the painting, although the temperament of gestures is cultivated, It is also incomparable to those ordinary art school students.

Zhao Yuanqi drank incoherently, hugged left and right and laughed, Zhang Chongnian called all the idlers away when he was most interested, and after a while, there were only three people left in the room.

Zhao Yuanqi grabbed one of them and pounced on it. The little male star was already ready, lying on the sofa and calling "brother" charmingly, but Zhao Yuanqi paused, suddenly feeling a little dull.

For some reason, Rong Xin's cold and indifferent face earlier today always appeared in his mind. It was a completely different temperament from the young people who accompanied the wine, like the indestructible ice and snow on the top of a mountain, and the jet-black face Mo's peach blossom eyes are as fascinating as the deep sea. If you have to say a word to describe it, it should be mysterious, like a work of art covered with black veil, which makes people itchy and unbearable to explore.

Rong Xin and these beautiful little male stars are the difference between a phoenix and a pheasant.

The little male star in her arms was even less fragrant, Zhao Yuanqi pushed the little male star away with a cold face: "Get out."

Zhang Chongnian, who was guarding the door, came out disgraced and startled. They thought something had happened, so they hurried in: "What's the matter, young master, have you been upset by ignorant people?"

Zhao Yuanqi waved her hands irritably: "I'm tired of playing."

He didn't say it clearly, but when Zhang Chongnian looked at Zhao Yuanqi's absent-minded eyes, and thought of the lustful gaze he saw on Rong Xin when he closed the door during the day, Zhang Chongnian immediately guessed something.

For a person of Zhao Yuanqi's status and status, it has never been a problem to want anything or anyone.As long as he has the intention, no matter how difficult things are, there will be people rushing to help him, packing them up and sending them to him.

But this time is different. Rong Xin seems to be just an intern with no connections, but in fact behind it is the attention of the whole society. He won the first place in the debate before and has attracted a lot of attention. Being implicated in Wu Feng's case, the heat on her body continued unabated as time went by.This kind of exposure provided him with enough security like a raccoon. If Zhao Yuanqi was forced to be reported by Rong Xin, he would immediately become a public enemy of the whole society.

Not to mention that Rong Xin is indeed one of the best-looking in a million, so it's not surprising that Zhao Yuanqi misses it so much.

But under the current situation, there is only one way to get Rong Xin, and that is to let him voluntarily.

"Master, are you still thinking about that intern?" Zhang Chongnian tentatively asked, "I heard that Rong Xin came from City B, so he must not be too rich in life. I wonder if we should give some of such an outstanding talent. Encouragement should be regarded as a bursary for him."

Spending money to buy volunteers has always been the most effective way.

Zhao Yuanqi glanced at him, took two puffs of the e-cigarette, put his arms on the sofa, and said for a long time: "I think he might not accept it with his personality, he is so lofty."

"Rong Xin's situation is indeed special, and our usual method may be somewhat difficult." Zhang Chongnian apologized.

"Nonsense, I still need you to talk." Zhao Yuanqi is in a very bad mood now. It has been many years since he has encountered such a time when he can't get what he wants. When thinking of Rong Xin's thin waist looming under his shirt, this kind of thought became even stronger. He just wanted to get the mysterious boy and play him to death with various methods.

Zhang Chongnian watched him puffing out smoke rings and was terrified. After so many years, he knew that if Zhao Yuanqi was in a bad mood, the people around him would suffer the fastest and worst.Not getting Rong Xin seems to be a trivial matter, but if Zhao Yuanqi loses interest in other playthings because of this, and instead vents his anger on the people and business under him, it will be a big matter.

"There is another way," Zhang Chongnian whispered, "You can try to chase him."

Zhao Yuanqi burst out laughing, the million dollar Richard Miller on his wrist reflected the dazzling light under the light, "Me? Chasing him?"

Zhang Chongnian obsequiously leaned over to pour wine for him: "That's what I said, I don't mean that you really want to chase after him. You just need to show him a little bit of goodwill, and it will be a matter of course without much effort. Why do you think Rong Xin let go?" If you don’t want to go to the asset management department, if you have to beg for nothing and want to be your secretary, then you must admire you. As long as you can give him a little bit of meaning in that respect, that kid will definitely be fascinated by you , what to do at that time, it is not up to you? It will not cause negative news in the society, and it is also the easiest to achieve, and it can be said to be the most effective method!"

Zhao Yuanqi leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, her eyes narrowed, as if she thought it made sense.The darkness under his long-indulgent eyes, which even skin care products couldn't relieve, deepened a bit, he let out a lazy laugh, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Okay," he said, "tomorrow you prepare a bouquet of perfumed roses for me, and I'll give it to him. I'll just treat it as a pastime for my young master, who knows that he happens to grow on my aesthetic point."

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When Rong Xin went home that day, it was already dark.

It's not that Hongcheng Group treated the intern harshly on the first day and made him get off work in the middle of the night, but that when he left the building of Hongcheng Group, he immediately turned around and went to the mall to buy a new set of clothes, and threw away the ones that Zhao Yuanqi touched today. up.

Too much money was burned, and he was about to die anyway.Rong Xin was not short of money when he was not sick, and it doesn't matter now.

It's funny to say that when he was young, he thought money was the most difficult and precious thing in the world, but now he just thinks it's just a dispensable accessory.He had already figured it out, after he died, all the money left over from opening the boxing gym would be donated to the Cancer Research Society, which was the only good deed he had left in this world that did not violate any laws.

Thinking about how many criminals have been caught now, maybe five or six, Rong Xin bowed his head and walked forward.

Because of the "chivalry", the society has launched a massive investigation into the previously dubious old cases. Under pressure, the General Police Department of City A finally issued an order to restart the investigation of some old cases. The police stations in the county have all been assigned tasks, so he doesn't need to worry too much about the future.

The cold night wind blew Rong Xin's bangs, he lowered his head, buried his chin in the scarf, and exhaled warm white steam.

The scarf belonged to Pei Yan, and it was left in the corner of the drawer by Rong Xin when he was packing his things.In fact, he might have seen it too, but he didn't send it away with Pei Yan's clothes in the end, and kept it behind seemingly carelessly.

Rong Xin didn't have the habit of wearing a scarf when going out before, only once in a while when he remembered, and he would freeze if he couldn't remember.As soon as Pei Yan saw his snow-white neck exposed in the cold, she immediately took off her scarf and put it on for him, and wrapped it tightly, and then nagged him like an old mother, threatening him not to wear the scarf and cough carefully .

Rong Xin was so strangled by him that he rolled his eyes and stared at him, deeply suspecting that he wrapped himself up to prevent others from seeing him.Once I got annoyed and insisted on not wearing it. Who would have thought that I would have a fever as soon as I got home, and my throat was so sore that I couldn't speak.

Pei Yan wagged her tail, feeling distressed and gloating as she cooked medicine for him, blew it cold spoonful by spoonful and fed it to him, while whispering in his ear, "If you don't listen to your old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes".

Missing flooded in like a tide, Rong Xin closed his eyes, grasped the scarf with his fair and slender fingers, and took a deep breath—I could still smell it before, but now that so long has passed, the smell of Pei Yan on it has faded .

Rong Xin's pupils dimmed, he loosened his scarf, and walked into the community.

"Woooo..." There seemed to be some sound not far away, like a small animal.

Rong Xin paused and looked into the flowers. In this kind of weather that is about to enter deep winter, most of the animals are hiding to keep out the cold. What else would be humming in the flowers?

Rong Xin walked over and pushed aside the bushes, and was taken aback for a moment - a little gray-faced puppy looked up at him, with bright eyes, and it looked like he hadn't been weaned for long.

Rong Xin squatted down and looked at it for two seconds, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The little milk dog wagged its short tail: "Woooooo..."

Rong Xin: "..."

He looked around, and it was already winter, and there was no one else in the community at □□ except for street lamps standing alone, most likely stray dogs.

Rong Xin rubbed the center of his brows, thinking about what to do, when he suddenly felt something bumping against his feet, looked down, and saw that familiar little milk dog came over from the flowers , probably cold and hungry, lying on the ground smelling his shoes, and tentatively gnawing on them.

Rong Xin: "..."

He lifted the little milk dog from the ground. The little milk dog kicked its short legs and whimpered, with round eyes open, warm and fluffy, it looked pitiful.

There is quite a lot of meat, Rong Xin thought, and couldn't help pinching it.

It's freezing cold, such a small dog probably can't compete with nature just because of its chubby body.For a moment, Rong Xin's heart was almost shaken, but finally he sighed.

"You're looking for the wrong person." Rong Xin put it down, "I'm dying myself, I can't support you."

The little milk dog was attached to the warmth of his palms, and as soon as it landed on the ground, it would come over again, desperately wagging its short little tail as if to flatter it.

Rong Xin was determined not to look at him anymore, life and death are fate, he is a dying person who can't even save himself, so why bother to provoke others.

So he stood up, turned and left.

The little milk dog immediately whimpered and staggered along with its short legs, but tripped over a pit on the ground, rolled and got up again, the boy had already gone far.

The little milk dog whimpered, but its voice was too small to spread far.

The wind seemed to get stronger, and the little milk dog froze for a while, with its tail clamped.It turned around tremblingly, looking for the previous flower bed, trying to hide and curl itself up into a ball, at this moment, it suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

Rong Xin walked back quickly from a distance, leaned over and picked it up with one hand, touched its dog's head twice awkwardly, as if to comfort him, and then put it into his arms.

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Rong Xin raised small animals. When he was a child, Rong Qiu picked up an orange cat outside. At that time, there was no cat litter. Rong Xin built a toilet for him with sand, and made a small nest for it with wood. I also tied a colorful feather toy with a thread for it to play with, but unfortunately the kitten was born with some diseases and died after three years of raising it, and Rong Qiu was still sad for a long time.

"When my sister was picking rhubarb, it wasn't as dirty as you." Rong Xin wrapped the wet puppy in a towel and rubbed it.

Just after taking a bath, the little milk dog smells delicious all over. After washing out three large basins of dirty water, it finally revealed its original color——white body, black ears, a string of little ones, maybe some border collie blood, a pair of The small eyes look very clever.When Rong Xin spoke, it squatted there obediently and looked at him with affection, without the slightest strangeness and fear of meeting him for the first time.

Those pure and warm eyes made Rong Xin think of Pei Yan for a moment.

Rong Xin smiled lightly, but there was some sadness and regret in the depth of that smile.It's so worthless, I really miss him so much, even a dog looks like him.Picking up a dog on impulse, Xie Zhiyuan doesn't have a fixed residence in City A, and when he dies, he might have to trouble Pei Yan to help him raise him.

"What should I call you?" Rong Xin dried it with a hair dryer, picked up its two front feet and thought about it, "Can I call it Xiao Huo Miao?"

"Aww!" Little Huomiao yelled in a milky voice, wagging her tail, looking very satisfied.

Rong Xin let out a chuckle, wondering what Pei Yan would think if he knew that he gave the little milk dog he picked up a nickname that matched him, he walked out of the bathroom with the soft and fragrant dog in his arms, and gave him a The cooked chicken breast was mashed in a small basin and placed on the ground.

Little Huomiao's eyes turned green, and he pounced on it, muttering and eating without any image, and he was really hungry.

"Eat slowly." Rong Xin squatted aside and patted its head, dumbfounded, "I'll buy you goat milk powder and dog food tomorrow, let's make do with it tonight."

Little Huomiao was too hungry to raise her head, so she could only keep wagging her tail obediently.

"You are living with me now, and Pei Yan will take care of you in the future."

It may be that I haven't called this name for a long time, and I was almost reluctant to say it.

"Pei Yan." Rong Xin repeated it softly. He didn't know whether to tell Xiao Huomiao or himself. He touched Xiao Huomiao's little ear, "Remember, he will be your father from now on. He is only Erha, you two must have a lot in common.”

Little Huomiao groaned twice and raised his head. He didn't know if he understood. The plate of chicken had been wiped out long ago. It licked the plate clean and stretched out its two short legs to rub against Rong Xin's. Want to give him a hug.

Rong Xin is not an emotional person, but he can't resist such a cute and coquettish little thing, but just when he wanted to hug it, he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.

"Hiss..." The deep part of the stomach felt as if it was being burned by charcoal fire, Rong Xin pressed his upper abdomen, endured it for a while, and finally sat on the ground with his support against the wall.

As expected, Little Huomiao is a descendant of the breed with the highest IQ in the dog world. He smelled Rong Xin with his eyes wide open and felt something was wrong. He leaned over and licked Rong Xin's hand as if to comfort him.

"Couldn't you be a human being... so smart... um..." Before Rong Xin could finish his sentence, he changed from covering his stomach with one hand to holding both hands together.

Recently, the pain has become more and more frequent, and each time it is much more serious than before. In just a moment, his face has turned pale, and the burning pain in his stomach has gradually turned into a twisting sharp pain. It came without warning, but as soon as it appeared, it could make him die of pain in a moment.

Rong Xin bit his lips, tightly grasped the clothes on his upper abdomen with both hands, and pushed his fists deep in. Cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and he knew that he could no longer sit on the cold ground, otherwise it would hurt even more , So I forced myself to stand up and walk towards the bedroom. When I was walking, I was so painful that I could hardly straighten my back.

"Aww!" Little Huomiao followed him and rushed onto the bed, spinning anxiously on the bed.

Rong Xin couldn't care about anything else at this time, he fell on the bed, and before he could turn over, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as if he had been stabbed hard by a knife, he hugged his upper abdomen violently, The knees were close to the chest and abdomen, and the blood overflowed uncontrollably: "Uh..."

The pain was overwhelming, the fragile stomach twitched violently, there were no worried and nervous inquiries in the ear, no moderate temperature medicine was delivered to the mouth, and there was no familiar warm strength to hold him in his arms to comfort his heartache.

"Hmm..." In the vast night, Rong Xin curled up on the bed alone, sweating profusely. His thin body was almost broken, but the strength in his hands was very strong. It was used to cover the stomach, and the upper abdomen was pressed so deep that it hit the spine directly, and the stomach was pressed hard, and there was almost a "clack" sound when the teeth were clenched.

Little Huomiao kept grunting and rubbed against his arm, trying to use his little nose to push away his hand that was tightly strangling his stomach.In its young cognition, it seems that as long as Rong Xin let go of his hand, the pain will be gone.However, it soon discovered that it was all in vain. Its beautiful little master was sweating profusely in pain, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were tightly knit together, his legs curled up and straightened, and after covering his stomach several times, he finally buried his head In the pillow, there was an uncontrollable cry.

The humane little milk dog groaned sadly and anxiously in fright, pouted its little butt and tried its best to squeeze itself under Rong Xin's elbow, raised its head and kept licking his face.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Xin's trembling and tension finally stopped slowly. He opened his eyes soaked in cold sweat and tears, facing the sparkling eyes of the little flame, and the wildly wagging little tail behind him.

The most painful time has passed, Rong Xin laughed through tears, his voice hoarse from exhaustion: "Come here."

Little Flame was overjoyed all of a sudden.

Rong Xin took the fluffy and warm little milk dog into his arms, and covered his stomach: "You have a conscience, um... so warm, you should be called a small stove... You and Pei Yan are really in the same line... ..."

Little Huomiao quietly stuck to his upper abdomen, seemed to know the little master's discomfort, and didn't make trouble at all, carefully licked the back of Rong Xin's hand, warming his restless stomach with his body.

In the lonely and cold night, Rong Xin's eyelids closed slowly, and his consciousness was finally tormented by the pain. The moonlight shone on his handsome and flawless face. No, no matter how glamorous he is, he always has an unconcealable sickness. If you compare it with the photos a few months ago, you can find that his chin has thinned out a sharp line, and the outline is more and more obvious. The beauty is thrilling. But with a distressing sense of fragility.

It was late at night, and Little Huomiao's ears pricked up, and she heard Rong Xin muttering something in a low voice, like a raving in a dream.

"Don't tell Pei Yan...don't tell him..."

The author has something to say: Pei Yan is getting closer and closer to the truth, and he is going to take the initiative to protect his wife!

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感谢在2020-09-0923:59:16~2020-09-1123:05:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: yyy Qingyao, Zui Xiaoge, 272204101;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Dongdu Gu Xuanning;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!