I thought my husband was dying

Zhou Yu stared at those eyes motionlessly, as if his soul was being held back by something, until his arm was pulled back.

Zhou Yu immediately swears in his heart.

He stopped the car in an emergency because he almost hit someone. After the man helped him, he subconsciously withdrew his hand. He didn't like to have too close physical contact with others, especially men. , even more people who don't know each other, so they haven't stood still yet, and when they are pulled again, they immediately fall backwards due to unsteadiness on their feet.

Just when Zhou Yu felt that he must have missed the almanac when he went out and was doomed to fall, he felt a powerful big hand support his lower back, instantly straightening him up.

Capital Star is like spring all the year round, and occasionally the temperature will rise, and today happened to be such an occasion, so Zhou Yu only wore a very thin shirt when he went out, and it didn't fit well. point.

It's not that Clinton was harsh on him and didn't add clothes to him. In fact, on the first day he came in, Mrs. Ou Lei bought a lot of clothes according to his size. He doesn't like clothes that are too fancy. In his previous life, he often wore a white coat, and his favorite color was black, white and gray. The colorful scene of cooks really made him a little bit overwhelmed.

Those clothes looked nice hanging in the closet, but for him to wear them out—several clothes had tassels on them—Zhou Yu felt that he couldn't do it at all.

The clothes the Zhou family gave him were obviously not of the same grade as those given by Clinton, and there was almost no effort. He probably just threw one in when he felt that the person in the room was about to run naked, or maybe it was the original owner's younger brother and sister. The clothes that were no longer needed, anyway, if you just flip through them, you can see their strong sense of casualness, there are all kinds of mess, and there are also a few white and simple shirts, which inadvertently caught Zhou Yu's appetite.

So at this moment, the clothes that were not big enough have already been pulled up a lot, and Cyril's hands are attached to Zhou Yu's back in a large area, and Zhou Yu can even feel the palm of his hand. Grinding cocoons.

The temperature on that hand was transmitted directly to Zhou Yu's body along with Cyril's movements. He only felt that the back of his waist was hot and numb, and what's more, when the hand was moved away, it was still Help him pull his clothes!

Zhou Yu's face became hot immediately, he quickly stood up, and then silently pushed away a step.

"Syril?" The red-haired man seemed surprised, raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought the video on the Internet was a prank, but I didn't expect you to wake up? How are you?"

Lin Feng and the others also followed at this time. After Sabine saw Sada, he immediately turned his head and gave the manager a sharp look, with deep condemnation in his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with his failure to implement the order properly.

The potbellied manager was almost shaking into a sieve under Sabine's provocative gaze, not to mention the thick beads of sweat on his forehead, and his legs were still a little weak. God knows that both sides are shareholders of the plant factory, and their status is quite equal. Well, with his position, no one can offend him at all.

"Long time no see, Marshal Sada." Cyril took a step forward indiscriminately, just blocking Zhou Yu whose head was smoking, and then nodded to the red-haired man.

However, this title seemed to pinch the smoke on Zhou Yu's head, which brought him back to his senses in an instant, Marshal?This title sounds like a high status?Taller than Cyril?

So he raised his head again, and this time he took a serious look at the person in front of him. He was not as tall as Cyril, about 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters, but his figure was recognizable, and he looked like a soldier. , the momentum is very full.

But unlike a young general like Cyril, his gestures are filled with the charm of a middle-aged man, mixed with a bit of aristocratic elegance, and his smile is even more cunning and shrewd. It's not the same... Well, it looks very romantic at first glance.

Zhou Yu was actually not too impressed with his face. This person was indeed plain-looking, but because of his imposing manner, his inexplicable face became a lot prettier. It was a bit compelling, especially those eyes, which were very attractive. Thinking of this, Zhou Yu took a few more silent glances.

But it was just the second time I saw it, as if I had sensed it, I turned my eyes to meet him in the air, but raised my lips slightly, as if with a little pride.

...Why do I always feel that I have become a lot of nympho when I come to this world?Also, what is this person proud of? Isn't it the eyes? Aqua blue is much better than black, isn't it? Is there some kind of insanity stuffed in this person's eyes?

I think it's beautiful, but I can't say how beautiful it is.

He must have some kind of charm technique, the mental body may be a fox, it must be like this, Zhou Yu thought a little angrily, obviously he looks so-so, after thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at Cyril, I want to use this to wash my eyes and improve my aesthetics.

Today's Cyril is wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, and also chose a large v-neck very sullenly, revealing some muscular silhouettes, with one hand casually placed in the pocket, and the other hand hanging down on the leg On the side, the palm is really big and looks very powerful, and the hand with well-defined knuckles looks really good no matter how you look at it.

Correcting his own aesthetics, and once again identifying this person as a walking hormone, especially when he thought that this hand had just landed on his waist, Zhou Yu felt that he was almost familiar with it.

"Long time no see, Lord General, this is Zhou Yu, the eldest son of Zhou?" Sada Jin lowered his head and extended a hand to Zhou Yu, "How are you?"

Zhou Yu blinked, reached out his hand politely to shake him, and typed on the bare board, "Hello, Marshal."

"Oh, you don't need my child, you are not a soldier, so you don't need to call me according to your military rank." Jin reached out to take Zhou Yu's hand, squeezed it affectionately, and winked his left eye by the way.

Zhou Yu was so clever that he felt goosebumps all over his body, pinch pinch pinch pinch pinch!Is this really not a joke? !

He was molested by a middle-aged man?Zhou Yu was a little overwhelmed by the news.

But with so many people around, Jin was very business-like and didn't intend to continue playing with this hooligan. After a brief pause for a second, he took it back, "You can call me..."

"According to seniority, he is called uncle." Cyril's cold gaze was like a sharp blade. As he spoke, he grabbed Zhou Yu's wrist, and this time he completely blocked him behind him. .

And Zhou Yu was pulled behind him by him, and he was stunned when he heard his suddenly cold tone, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with this person.He looked back, only to realize that the faces of the people behind him were not very good-looking, especially Sabine, who was so black that ink could drip out.

When Jin called Zhou Yu the eldest son of Zhou, this kind of introduction was not wrong, but at this time he was standing with Clinton's people, and although Zhou Yu and Cyril had not completed their wedding, they were actually in the mastermind. It has already been registered over there, so it is very problematic to say that.

Sabine's face remained expressionless, but the sharpness in his eyes could not be ignored.

Zhou Yu couldn't tell the difference. To him, he was Zhou Yu, and Zhou Yu was him, and he was more accepting of the title Zhou's eldest son than Cyril's partner. Home is very much not a thing.

At this time, after feeling the delicate atmosphere in the air, he inexplicably felt a sense of self-consciousness to move closer to the organization. After a few seconds after Cyril's voice fell, he immediately answered, " Hello uncle."

"Hahahaha, young people are full of vitality." Jin seemed to be amused by Zhou Yu, shrugged after laughing for a while and said, "Then I won't spoil your interest here, kid, see you later when you have time." .”

After he finished speaking, he waved at Zhou Yu, looked at Xi Ruier again, then turned and left.

"What the hell is this guy doing here?" Lin Feng frowned and asked after Jin's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Who knew, someone in Sada's family still likes flowers?" Virginia said with her waist in her arms.

Zhou Yu silently withdrew the wrist held by Cyril, then ignored his scorching gaze with difficulty, took two steps forward and picked up the small potted plant in the corner, carefully examined and compared it for a while, and confirmed This is Sai Dong. After he came, he turned his head and said to Sabine, "This is it."

Sabine looked at the small grass in front of him and paused. He didn't know much about plants, but why does this look so similar...

"This is a weed," the manager finally found a place for himself, and immediately trotted up with the intention of making up for it, wiped off his sweat, and introduced, "This kind of grass is everywhere in this capital city, and no one buys it. Yes, so the factory didn't specially breed it, but Mr. Sabine said before that he wanted all the plants to have a share, and I thought this should be counted, so I moved here, but I didn't expect it to be this."

... No wonder there are no major botanical journals, but it's because there are bad streets everywhere.

But Saidonglai's light is light blue, which is really pretty, and the one the manager chose has a strong light.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Saidonglai's tender green leaves. The little guy even rubbed his own leaves against Zhou Yu's fingers, and a wave of energy like clear water came from him.

Zhou Yu was a little amused, rubbed the grass, then raised his head and said, "Sabine, this is it."

Sabine raised his head and glanced at Cyril, seeing that his gaze was always on Zhou Yu, he turned his gaze back helplessly, nodded and took the potted plant in his hand, "Okay, leave the rest to Zhou Yu." me."

The second stage is detoxification and wound recovery, that is, the wound needs to be applied externally. It is said that he has not seen the wound on Cyril's waist since he woke up, and he doesn't know how it is now.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu raised his head and asked, "Syril, how is your wound?"

Cyril glanced at him, "I don't know."

Zhou Yu: "..."

I don't know what the hell it is?How can you not know that the waist injury is also on you?Zhou Yu felt that there was a huge difference between the Lying Cyril and the standing Cyril. On the one hand, he had more hormones, and his temper seemed to have become weird. It was really a needle in the admiral's heart.

When I talked about the hidden peregrine falcon in the room before, I felt that he was very military and very rigorous, but since he came out in the afternoon, this person seemed to have been unhappy.

Could it be the effect of living poison?It's not like that, if it's the living poison that affects the temperament change, everyone present will find out earlier than him.

Or simply don't like him?

Oh, Zhou Yu has encountered this kind of situation before, sniffed, and defaulted to option [-], feeling that being hated by walking hormones is really not a happy thing.

But he also felt that as a doctor, he should have the responsibility to carry out his medical career to the end, even though this patient had a very bad temper and was difficult to serve, so Zhou Yu resigned himself to his fate and said, "Then let me take a look at it for you? "

Cyril paused, as if he didn't expect him to answer like this, then raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

Everyone: I can't bear to look directly at it, what's going on with this scene of a tiger wearing a sheep's clothing and hooking a sheep!And Cyril, don’t you have facial paralysis, we’ve been with you for so long / we’ve grown up with you, and we’ve never seen you show such an expression, it’s so ungrateful!

Sensing that Cyril's mood seemed to improve in an instant, Zhou Yu only felt that he might have poked him somewhere. He really didn't know much about this general, and he didn't realize that he had become a tiger's mouth in the eyes of others. The sheep that got off just followed Cyril and took the lead in the direction of the suspension car.

In the middle of the walk, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at the person behind him and asked, "Aren't you going?"

The people behind waved their hands very unanimously, "No, we won't go, the flowers here are beautiful, we want to see more."

"Oh." Zhou Yu thought with some disappointment, the flowers here are really beautiful, and he wanted to stay and see more, but the sense of justice of the angel in white was waving at him, so Zhou Yu could only reluctantly give up his love, just as he was with him. The plants reluctantly said goodbye, and followed in the footsteps of Cyril, and the two returned to the suspension vehicle alone.

The weather was indeed a bit hot, and he didn't bask in the sun much on the way back to the suspension car, but Zhou Yu was still sweating after arriving.

As soon as he got in the car, Cyril handed him a bottle of water, looked at his sweaty face, and said with a pale face, "There is air conditioning in the car, you change your clothes."

"I don't have any clothes, so let's do it." Zhou Yu gulped down a few sips of water. The way he drank was unsightly, and because he was in a hurry, a lot of water overflowed. Putting down the water bottle, Zhou Yu After rubbing it casually, I always felt that something was wrong with Cyril's eyes again.

"I haven't received aristocratic education," Zhou Yu shrugged and explained, thinking that his wild drinking posture frightened the other party. While explaining, he couldn't bear to look directly at his impression of the general. He said, "Don't mind, I will...n't learn it in the future, um, it's too troublesome, come, let me see the wound."

"Put this on." Cyril took a deep look at him several times, ignored Zhou Yu's movement of looking at the wound, turned around, went to the back of the suspension car and opened a drawer. After searching for a while, he pulled out a piece of clothing. .

The gray one is still a sullen big v-neck, which is exactly the same as the one on Cyril. You can tell it's someone's taste at a glance, so how much this person likes big v-necks...

and---

"Isn't this Lin Feng's car?" Zhou Yu took the clothes, but he didn't really want to wear them. Although he knew that Zhou Yu had good intentions, he didn't like intimate contact with others, of course he didn't like wearing other people's clothes. Things seemed to be separated by a membrane in his heart, and it was not easy to accept.

But when he took Xiril's clothes, Zhou Yu could smell a faint smell on them, not perfume, but a very light smell. Thinking about it again, it seemed that this smell could also be smelled on Cyril. Pass.

Zhou Yu couldn't describe it, but he felt that it smelled good for no reason. He liked this smell very much, and it dilutes his little reluctance. Thinking about sweating is really bad, the original body is so weak. Not good, I will really get sick again, so I nodded and agreed.

Seeing that he agreed, Xi Ruier sat in the front passenger seat, turned his back to Zhou Yu, and explained in passing, "This is my car. It has been unused for a long time, so he took it for research."

The explanation passed in Zhou Yu's ear, and he stayed where he was a little embarrassed after changing his clothes.

Noticing the sudden silence behind him, Cyril frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"The clothes you gave me... don't seem to be suitable." Zhou Yu scratched his head in embarrassment. Everyone is a man. He really never thought that one day he would be so big in someone's clothes. Cyril pointed to his bare/exposed chest, "It's too revealing, do you have any other models?"