Is it easy for me to make money!

The driver turned his head around, tapped his hand on the glass partition, with a displeased expression on his face: "Pay the money for the two people in front first."

"Drive!" Xiao Peize looked at him coldly in the rearview mirror, his face darkened, "I won't drive you down again!"

The driver raised his eyes and cast a glance from the mirror, seeing that he looked like he wanted to eat people. Thinking about the desperate posture just now, he probably wasn't easy to mess with. Earning money, he shook his head helplessly, started the car and turned the steering wheel: "Yes! You are the uncle!"

Zhou Xiaoxiang still feels chills all over his body. He took a deep breath and turned his head to stare at the calm-faced person beside him: "You don't want to die!"

Xiao Peize's face softened a little, and he smiled at him: "It's okay, I know the number, just look at it."

"What's the use of watching? If the driver is slow to react, won't he still bump into you?" Zhou Xiaoxiang looked at his calm side face and got a little angry, feeling sulking in his heart and having nowhere to vent.

"If you really hit it, just jump on the roof of the car. I won't do anything unsure."

Both of them spoke in a low voice, but the driver still heard it, and glanced at Xiao Peize from the rearview mirror.

Brothers like them who run around in the streets and alleys every day are considered to be well-informed. They have met all kinds of people. After thinking about it in their hearts, they feel that the person sitting behind is not easy to provoke, so He silently looked away and concentrated on driving.

Zhou Xiaoxiang was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and couldn't help imagining the scene where he suddenly jumped on the front of the car facing the oncoming car, feeling like a movie, staring at him, not knowing what to say What.

The corner of Xiao Peize's mouth twitched, and he suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "You're worried about me." It's not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

Zhou Xiaoxiang was in a state of trying to regain his senses at the moment, completely unaware of how ambiguous this posture of whispering was, but subconsciously replied: "Your face is so big!" Then he raised his hand on Xiaoyu's forehead touched.

When I touched it, I was frightened immediately: "Why is it even hotter?!"

Xiao Peize frowned and stretched out his hand to try: "No, it's still the same as before." After thinking about it, he put his hand on the back of Zhou Xiaoxiang's hand, and shivered all of a sudden.

"It's because your hands are too cold." Xiao Peize glanced at him, and pulled one of his hands down to hold it. The heat from the palm of his hand was directly transmitted to his palm without any barriers.

Zhou Xiaoxiang's heartbeat suddenly fluctuated, and he wanted to break free, but he was grabbed even tighter, even his fingers were wrapped and rubbed, the stiff fingertips recovered heat little by little, and even the chill on his body was dispelled a lot.

Seeing that he didn't struggle any more, Xiao Peize had an imperceptible smile on his face. Guessing that his hands were so cold, he must have been frightened just now, so he couldn't help tightening his hands again, and turned them close to his ears .

Zhou Xiaoxiang thought he was going to say something again, and was about to listen, when he was kissed suddenly, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

As if nothing happened, Xiao Peize sat up straight calmly, looked at the road ahead, and asked the driver, "How long is it?"

"Hurry up, we'll be there at one intersection."

Zhou Xiaoxiang was distracted, and quickly reached into his pocket to get the money, but was stopped by Xiao Peize: "I have it."

A certain person quickly returned to the state of bombardment: "Xiaoyu is my own brother! Not yours!"

Xiao Peize heard this sentence just heard an hour ago, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, I won't fight with you."

When they arrived at the hospital, the two quickly opened the door as soon as the car stopped, paid the money and hurried into the hospital with Xiaoyu in their arms.

The emergency doctor was just about to examine Xiaoyu, when the door suddenly opened with a bang, and a middle-aged doctor in a messy white coat rushed in. He was very handsome, but looked a bit embarrassed and out of breath. The people inside smiled politely.

The emergency doctor pushed his glasses and looked at him in surprise: "Director Song, why are you here at this hour?"

"Ah! Yes!" Director Song nodded to him, "You can go about your work, and just leave it to me."

The emergency doctor looked stunned, but he still obeyed his words and made room for him.

"You are Mr. Xiao, right?" Director Song glanced at Xiao Peize, bent down and began to examine Xiaoyu.

Zhou Xiaoxiang almost vomited when he heard the name "Young Master Xiao". Although he was puzzled, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Peize with a suppressed smile, his eyes narrowed.

"You can just call me Xiao Peize." The face of someone called Mr. Xiao turned dark, he glanced at Director Song, pursed his lips and did not speak again.

"Fortunately, thanks to the timely medical treatment, there is no bacterial infection or viral infection, just a common fever." Director Song turned around and ordered the emergency doctor next to him to get antipyretic injections, and he straightened his white coat while waiting, and smiled apologetically , "I'm sorry, I came here in a hurry, I laughed at you."

Zhou Xiaoxiang looked at him and then at Xiao Peize, and asked Chi Chi, "Do you know each other?"

"I don't know." The two said in unison.

Zhou Xiaoxiang sweated profusely: "Then why..."

Xiao Peize's face turned darker, and he watched the emergency doctor come over to hand the injection without saying a word, and then turned his gaze to Xiaoyu.

Zhou Xiaoxiang glanced sideways, inexplicably feeling that the air pressure was a bit low, scratching his head and looking puzzled at this person who transformed into a black-faced god in seconds.

Director Song gave Xiaoyu a fever-reducing injection, and smiled at Zhou Xiaoxiang: "I know Mr. Xiao. I just called with a call. It was so urgent that I was taken aback."

Zhou Xiaoxiang stared at Director Song dumbfounded. He knew that Xiao Peize had been living on the top floor of the company, and subconsciously felt that he was alone. He only realized today that he still has family members, but he didn't know whether this old man Xiao was his father or his grandfather.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt something was wrong: Is this Mr. Xiao a clairvoyant or a smooth ear?How did he know Xiao Peize was coming to the hospital? !

Xiao Peize nodded towards Director Song expressionlessly, and responded lightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you!"

"It's okay." Director Song smiled lightly and rubbed Xiao Yu's head, "This child is very good-looking, why have I never heard that Mr. Xiao has a grandson?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang blinked and looked at him with his mouth half open: "Uh... that..."

Director Song turned to look at Xiao Peize, and smiled meaningfully: "Your illegitimate child?"

"Cough..." Zhou Xiaoxiang choked himself with a mouthful of saliva, and coughed violently.

Xiao Peize's face was originally covered with frost and black charcoal, but he suddenly laughed at such an intense reaction, and quickly reached out to pat him on the back: "Don't get excited."

Zhou Xiaoxiang managed to stop his cough, and looked at the surprised Director Song with difficulty: "Well, doctor, you made a mistake, this is my younger brother."

"..." Director Song looked at Xiao Peize with a slightly horrified expression, "You still have such a big son?!"

"Cough..." Zhou Xiaoxiang's throat, which had just recovered, was blocked again, and he turned around and lay down on the back of the chair for a long time without any desire to speak.

After the injection, he took some antipyretics. Director Song was going to send them, but Xiao Peize refused.It seemed that it was past the rush hour when we went back, taxis were easy to get, and they went back to the hotel without a hitch.

Zhou Xiaoxiang settled Xiaoyu down, and seeing Xiao Peize washing his hands in the bathroom, he walked over and looked at him curiously: "The old man Xiao that the doctor said is your father?"

Xiao Peize's face froze for a moment, and he nodded: "It is."

"Forget it..." Zhou Xiaoxiang was a little surprised by the word, but looking at the face in the mirror that was about to be covered by dark clouds, he probably guessed it seven or eight points, swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously, "Do you have a good relationship?"

Xiao Peize hooked his neck helplessly, and kissed him on the forehead: "Don't mention this, okay?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang said "Oh" and said, "The last question!"

"what?"

"How did he know you were going to the hospital? He even called Director Song to come over?"

"He sent someone to follow me, probably heard me asking for directions."

Zhou Xiaoxiang blinked, not knowing how to understand the word "follow", thinking that he was not the one who saw the doctor, his father still valued it so much, and wanted to say "Your father cares about you very much", but the words slipped out of his mouth Swallowed it back again.

When he looked up and saw Xiao Peize looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Xiaoxiang looked away uncomfortably, glanced at him after wiping his hands from the corner of his eye, and said, "Thank you! Xiaoyu seldom gets sick, I panicked just now, If it's a person, it's probably going to be a mess."

"You don't have to be so polite with me." Xiao Peize traced his eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, with a smile on his lips.

"Don't take life so seriously in the future, it's scary."

"I know." Xiao Peize turned around, held his face and kissed him on the lips, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Are you worried about me?"

Zhou Xiaoxiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and took a step back suddenly, "Why are you gnawing on it again!"

"It's the second time since you came back, and you just realized it?" Xiao Peize looked at him funny.

Zhou Xiaoxiang forced himself to be calm: "You... you should go back!"

"I told you I won't go back tonight."

Zhou Xiaoxiang didn't bring it up in one breath, and stared at him: "I didn't keep you, why do you have the nerve to stay here by yourself?!"

"You didn't let me kiss me."

"You are too domineering!"

"Then I'll be more gentle and polite." Xiao Peize held back a smile and pulled him to his side, putting his arms around his waist. Seeing that he wanted to avoid him, he raised his other hand to hold his back and hug him tightly, his voice increased. A little soft, "Can you give me a kiss?"

"No!" He said firmly.

"Oh." Xiao Peize nodded and pecked him on the lips.

Zhou Xiaoxiang: "..."

Xiao Peize released his lips and looked at him for a while, then suppressed his smile, and his eyes gradually became warmer.

Zhou Xiaoxiang exchanged a glance with him and quickly looked away, trying to retreat but couldn't break free, the gaze from the other side caught fire, burning the skin on his face inch by inch, scorching hot.

Xiao Peize tightened his arms, leaned over and pressed his lips to his face, feeling the scorching temperature, a smile appeared in his eyes again, leaning into his ear and whispering: "You just don't admit it."

Zhou Xiaoxiang bit his lip, suppressed his messy breathing, and remained silent.

Xiao Peize looked at him at a close distance for a while again, seeing his messy eyes, he was deeply teased, and couldn't help but put his hand into his shirt, and stroked his back.

Zhou Xiaoxiang was scalded by the heat of his palm, and almost jumped up in shock. He struggled a few times but was hugged even tighter. Feeling the strength of his whole body muscles, his heart felt like a beating drum, and he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at him in panic: "... ...you let go."

Hearing his panting voice, Xiao Peize's eyes suddenly darkened, and he pressed his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "You are late." Before he could react, he quickly turned around and pushed him against the sink.