after being forced to become a heartthrob

Shilo was lying on the hospital bed, the infusion tube was connected to his bandaged arm.In the transparent tube, the liquid quietly flowed into Hilo's body.

When Wen Rao walked in, he was sleeping, and the sunlight refracted from the transparent glass fell on his face.

Wen Rao sat down next to him, and the instant change of light and shadow on his face made Shi Luo on the hospital bed open his eyes, "Wen?"

Wen Rao didn't expect to wake Shilo up, "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Hilo propped up his arms, trying to sit up from the hospital bed.But several attempts failed, Wen Rao looked at his bandaged waist and abdomen, thinking of that time, the blood oozing from Hilo was dripping on his body, he asked Shilo to stop, but Xie Luo Erlo refused.

Silently pulled a pillow and put it behind Shirlo. Sensing the gentle gesture, Shirlo pursed his lips and smiled.

Wen Rao looked away unnaturally, and coughed, "Is it better than yesterday?"

"Well, it's already, much better."

Wen Rao fiddled with his hands, "What happened yesterday—" The crossed fingers unconsciously rubbed together, "Hmm..." He really didn't know how to continue.

"What happened yesterday?" Hilo asked back, with a hint of confusion.

Wen Rao took his tone like he didn't care about yesterday's incident at all. If Hillo didn't care about it himself, he wouldn't have to worry about it so much, "Ah, it's nothing." From the seat Standing up, "I'll go back first."

"Wait, wait a minute."

Wen Rao turned his head and saw Shiloh sitting on the hospital bed, looking at him with soft and pitiful eyes.

"what happened?"

"Wen, can you stay with me again?" His voice trembled faintly as if his request was so rude.

"Of course." Wen Rao turned back and sat down beside Shilo.

The atmosphere between the two of them was quite weird. On the surface, they both looked calm and abnormal, but in fact they unconsciously started the small movements that they would unconsciously make when they were nervous.

"temperature."

Wen Rao turned his head and saw Shiruo looking at him with wet eyes. When he thought of this guy yesterday, he used this kind of eyes that were about to cry. While watching him, he punished his body mercilessly. She was too shy to even look at him.

Hillo's finger stretched out quietly, and the little finger circled around Wen Rao's finger on the edge of the bed, and gently hooked it tightly.

Wen Rao withdrew his hand back like an electric shock, and his cheeks couldn't help but flush a little because he thought of how Shi Luo filled his stomach to the brim yesterday.

"I really want to kiss Wen, and I also want to hug Wen." Shiloo's reliance on Wen Rao seems to have overcome the pain, "Is it okay?"

"No!" Wen Rao will never indulge Shilo again this time.

Hilo was a little disappointed, but didn't show any dissatisfaction.Wen Rao sat with Shiruo in the ward for half an hour, and finally planned to leave. When he stood up to go out, he saw Shiruo sitting on the hospital bed and smiling at him. He bent down and looked at Shiruo A kiss on the forehead, "Get well soon."

Shiloo's disappointed gaze just now seemed to be lit up by something, "Hmm."

Wen Rao pursed his lips and was about to leave, but he didn't expect Shiro to hold his clothes.

Seeing the gentleness that turned back, Shiloo pointed to his pale lips due to excessive blood loss, "Okay, can I kiss here?"

"Too much." Wen Rao said.

Sillo thought she was rejected, so she put down her finger on her lips, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Wen Rao looked at Shirlo, whose eyelashes were drooping, and held his cheeks with both hands, pressed his forehead against him, and then kissed down the bridge of his nose, all the way to his lips, "Okay, get better soon."

"It will definitely get better soon." Hilo seemed to promise him an important thing.

Sylvie, who stood at the door of the ward for an unknown amount of time, turned and left after seeing this scene.

……

After leaving the ward, Wen Rao was called to the conference room by Sean.He thought it was the internal meeting informed by Sylvie. When he walked into the meeting room and saw Norman whose leg was injured and had to use a cane, he jokingly said, "If the injury is too serious, use Getting around in a wheelchair would be easier."

Norman frowned, he didn't look angry, but he was dissatisfied with Wen Rao's casual attitude, "Okay, sit down."

Wen Rao sat down next to Norman. He had developed a habit in the dark street, and he began to like leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed and his arms pillowed like Sean did.

"Where is Sylvie?" Normally, if Sylvie had informed the meeting, he would have arrived very early.Will this guy be late today?

"He'll be here soon."

As soon as Norman finished speaking, Sylvie walked in with the boss.Wen Rao looked at the boss on crutches, and immediately put down his crossed legs, but before he could adjust his proper sitting posture, the movement of Sean and Norman standing up made him stand up in a panic.

Wen Rao turned his head and asked Norman in a low voice, "Who informed the meeting?"

Before Norman could answer, the boss had already asked them to sit down.

"Where's Shilo?" The boss ignored the gentle gesture, looked around the meeting room, and found that one person was absent from the meeting.

Sylvie, who was standing behind him, replied, "He is recuperating from his injuries, so he can't come to the meeting."

"Then for the time being, let's reserve his right to agree." The boss said.

When Wen Rao heard the word "right of approval", he felt a little uncomfortable. Combined with what the boss who was in his room said when he woke up, it made him feel a little bit on pins and needles.As he expected, the boss withdrew Sylvie's inheritance rights because of his lack of ability. When the boss announced this, Sean subconsciously glanced at Norman.

"Wen, join this competition, and, like you, he has the right to approve once."

The white envelope was delivered to Wen Rao, and Wen Rao wrote down Sylvie's name tremblingly, but he thought that Norman seemed more suitable, so he crossed out Sylvie's name and wrote Norman .

The white envelope was taken back by the person behind the boss, while Wen Rao looked at Norman, he saw that he was also looking at him.Wen Rao called Norman's name with his lips, Norman seemed to understand what he said, and smiled at him slightly.When he smiled, Wen Rao felt a little relieved.Norman voted for himself, plus him, even if Sylvie and Sean voted for the same person this time, the votes would still be the same.

The boss who opened the envelope took a look at the contents, then pressed a piece of paper on the table, "Wen."

Still looking at Norman's gentleness, his back straightened all of a sudden.

"Norman."

Hearing the boss pronounce Norman's name, Wen Rao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.However, in the next two letters that were opened, his name was written.When the boss finished reading and decided to let Wen Rao take over, Wen Rao froze there. After finally regaining his voice, Wen Rao asked repeatedly, "No, no, no, really. Am I right?"

"You sent us back to Florida," Norman said.

"Yes." Sylvie agreed, "And, you saved me and Shiloh."

Wen Rao turned his eyes to Sean asking for help, and Sean shrugged, "It's expected."

Who expected this? !

Seeing the gentle and embarrassed expression, Norman, who was still so unwilling, couldn't help laughing.If it's a completely useless guy like Sylvie or Sean, he will have a hard time working here in the future, but if it's Wen, he can't help but look forward to it.Looking forward to, Wen will grow to that level next.

After the meeting ended, Wen Rao walked out of the meeting room with a bitter face.

Because of a leg injury, Norman had to rely on crutches to walk steadily, but fortunately, Wen Rao, who was walking in front, was soon hooked by Sean's shoulders, and he could no longer walk under the pressure.

"When I went back to Florida, I never imagined that one day I would be crushed by a brat like you." Sean's arm was on Wen Rao's shoulders, making him not as strong and gentle as before. Almost fell directly to the ground.

"You guy, do you know how much you weigh—" Wen Rao grabbed Sean's arm on his shoulder and pushed it away, "Do you think I want to press on your head? Press on your head Come on, what's good."

"Hey, what you said really deserves a beating!" If he didn't know clearly that his ability is not enough to lead everyone, Sean would really want to compete for the position of the boss, "You know, if you really If you pass the early test, you can instruct everyone in the organization to do things in the future. Isn’t it awesome?”

"Can you even give orders?"

"Of course, you're the boss," Sean said.

Because of this beautiful vision, Wen Rao's heart was moved for a second, and then he was completely defeated by reality, "Then I might leave you all and go on a long vacation."

"How is it possible? As a boss, of course you have to shoulder your own responsibilities." Sean taught Wen Rao a lesson.

Wen Rao just hates taking responsibility. He wants someone to arrange for him to do something, and then he can do it instead of giving orders to others.

Norman seemed to know what Wen Rao was worried about, and comforted him, "Don't worry, we will do our best to help you."

Wen Rao couldn't believe it, "Are you serious?" Even Sylvie, who surpassed him in ability, was not recognized by Norman. What advantages does he have that deserves to be appreciated and boasted?Norman would agree with him, didn't he just want to see him make a fool of himself?

"Of course." Norman laughed, "Didn't I say that I want to make you a very outstanding and dazzling man?"

And let others not come across such nonsense.

"Wen." Sylvie stopped Wen Rao.

If Wen Rao looked at it from Sylvie's point of view, he felt that Sylvie should be very unwilling at this time, so he didn't know how to face Sylvie.

On the similar faces of Sylvie and Hillo, there was a completely different smile that could easily distinguish the two of them, "Compared to giving orders, I think I might prefer to obey orders."

ha?

"I want to follow Wen's orders."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Wen Rao: Will you listen to what I say?

norman: um

Gentle: you deserve it

Norman: [smiling] Some wrong instructions can be ignored

Gentle: Hehe