[Rebirth] Medicated Life

When Han Wu saw from Zuo Weitang's calm and calm face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, he really had this plan at first, he couldn't help but sneered a few times, and looked at Zuo Weitang wordlessly.

It is hard to regard his calm and calm appearance as that of a manic patient.

In a stalemate, Han Wu won in the end with his mighty and unyielding will to fight to the death—and won the right to sleep in the next room.

While helping Han Wu move the newly bought clothes and books into the guest room beside him, Zuo Weitang's face was always dark.

Under the constant pressure from Zuo Weitang's aura, Han Wu hugged his laptop and opened his mouth "ah" as soon as he entered the guest room... It was really just a guest room, except for the bed that had the same style as the master bedroom , and a little more stuff at all.

Suddenly, Han Wu stared at the curtains fluttering in front of him—he should be grateful, at least when decorating, did this man remember to install a curtain for his almost unused guest room?

When Zuo Weitang turned around and saw Han Wu's surprised expression, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth—he had both time and patience, and the art of war lays the emphasis on cunning words.

After tidying up a bit, he brought a set of bedding from Zuo Weitang's master bedroom. After the bedding was made, Han Wu pushed Zuo Weitang out, washed up, and fell on his back on the bed.

After a day of tossing around, the body is exhausted, but the consciousness in the cerebral cortex is strongly active; after changing to a new place, there is still a damp feeling in the bed that has not seen the sun for a long time; more importantly, there is a beast staring at it in the next room. My little lamb.

Under such conditions, Han Wu originally thought that he would keep his eyes open until dawn, but he didn't want to. As soon as his body was attached to the bed, a strong sense of sleepiness swept over Han Wu's entire consciousness.

All these assumptions and sense of crisis seemed to only stay in Han Wu's rationality, but in the deepest subconscious, there was an unwarranted sense of trust and security.

In less than 5 minutes, Han Wu's consciousness fell into a deep darkness.

At first, his consciousness was floating in a vast ocean. Although he couldn't see it, the ocean-like tide soothed his sleeping soul little by little, and Han Wu's heart gained nameless tranquility and peace of mind.

Suddenly, a sense of shackles like vines entangled hit him, but before Han Wu felt uncomfortable, this feeling of shackles turned into a powerful heating, spraying from the entangled place to himself.Made him feel very comfortable.

The consciousness that was almost awake, in this state, fell into a deeper dreamland.

……

"Cough cough..." A cough that seemed to make the heart and lungs fall out suddenly awakened Han Wu.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, and someone beside him immediately imitated him and sat up. The quilt slid down to the waists of the two of them. Han Wu turned his head to look at the extra person next to him, and his eyes twitched violently.

"Woke you up?" The man covered his mouth and coughed again.

"Why are you coughing like this?" Han Wu subconsciously asked, but after the words came out, he wanted to slap himself a few times. Now the question should be... "Why are you here?"

"..." The man looked at him silently, and coughed violently again, "If you want to come in, come in."

Han Wumo, after suddenly thinking about what this man used to do, immediately realized, don't say this is his house, even if it wasn't, with his ability, he really came in if he wanted to!

Han Wu looked at the man next to him with a headache who seemed to be coughing so helplessly, he pursed his lips and thought for a long time before reaching out to help him pat his back, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm..." Under Han Wu's gentle caress, the man finally got better, "Smoked too much!"

Han Wu was speechless for a moment, looked at the man in embarrassment, and cursed in his heart, since you all know that smoking is the consequence, and I didn't see you smoking less during the day.

"Is there any medicine? I'll get it for you." Han Wu lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He couldn't let him cough like this all night.

"No." The man replied without looking up.

"..." Han Wuding stood beside the bed, turned to look at him, "No medicine?"

How did you live so long without medicine?Just coughing and coughing, can you sleep?

"A person, I'm used to everything!" Zuo Weitang said casually. After finishing speaking, his cough finally got better. He dragged Han Wu onto the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them.

This man is too... Han Wu moved, and found that every seemingly random movement of this man was filled with the skills of blocking people's movements.

After several repetitions, Han Wu has already learned how to be good, and in Zuo Weitang's hands, he can't please him! !

Can't please, but it doesn't mean a complete compromise, Han Wu couldn't help but want to use his innate advantages to kick the man out of bed!

"Don't press me down, it's uncomfortable!" Han Wu tried his best to no avail, while secretly hating, he protested aloud.

"Yeah, don't make noise, sleep!" Zuo Weitang still pressed Han Wu with his arms and half of his body, making him unable to move.

"Go back to your room and sleep..." Han Wu twisted his neck and let this man sleep here. What was his earlier struggle?It's better to go to the master bedroom to sleep, at least the bedding there will not be so damp and dry, and the heating will be warmer!

"Okay..." Zuo Weitang looked up from the quilt, "Let's go sleep over there! It's wet and hard here, it's really uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he stood up and wanted to pull Han Wu up.

"..." Han Wu buried himself in the quilt and looked at him, motionless - rather than a more comfortable bed, he wanted to feel safe by himself.

"..." Zuo Weitang looked at him for a while, touched his chin, and made a sudden move, wrapped him in the quilt, wrapped him up, carried him on his shoulders, and strode out the door.

"..." This is Han Wu who has been transformed into a cocoon inside.

With a bang, Han Wu was thrown onto the bed in the master bedroom. He immediately rolled shrewdly on the spot, reached the corner, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

then……

then……

There was no movement for a long time.

"Okay, stop making noise, go to sleep! Tomorrow has to be early." The mattress beside him sank, and Han Wu's cocoon rolled down a little bit, and was caught by Zuo Weitang, who had already set up the net He put Han Wu's head in his arms, then pulled out Han Wu's head, placed it on the pillow, and lifted up the wide quilt to cover himself and the cocoon-shaped Han Wu like a blanket.

Han Wu was entangled in the quilt, so he didn't move well, and he didn't dare to move casually. He just lay there stiffly and pretended to be a zombie. I don't know how much time had passed, until he heard the sound of deep breathing next to his ears, and Han Wu twisted. Stiff neck looked over.

A... harmless sleeping face?

fart!Even when he was asleep, this man couldn't look harmless, let alone that slashed face, which had no soft edges and corners at all.

But... It's just such a face that even when asleep, you can't see the innocent face of a baby, but...

Han Wu instinctively stretched out his hand to cover his uncontrollable eyes, and frowned slightly. Some things are really out of control!

"Ahem..." The man next to him suddenly coughed violently again, and Han Wu looked at him helplessly. It's really...that he can really stay asleep with such a severe cough.Are you really used to it?

Thinking so in his heart, his hand stretched out unknowingly, sticking to Zuo Weitang's chest, from top to bottom, exerting a little force to help him smooth.

For the next whole night, when Han Wu hardly slept soundly, he always heard the cough sound beside him as if he was about to cough up his internal organs while he was half asleep and half awake.

It's just one night, and it seems that both hands have unconsciously formed the habit of stretching out to help smooth the chest when there is a sound next to him.

Staring in a daze, two questions flashed through his mind - since he could sleep like this, why did he suddenly wake up just now?Did he wake up with a cough that woke him up?

And he...since the man next to him was asleep, why didn't he run back to the next door?

……

"Cough cough..."

Here it is again, Han Wu's brain flashed, his hand has already been stretched out, only to realize that it was empty when he stretched halfway, where is the person?

"I'm going to the company. There is a store when you turn left downstairs. You can buy what you need. The money and card are in the drawer in front of the bed. The password is your birthday." After coughing, Zuo Weitang pointed at the still standing Han Wu, who was in a fugue state, explained. <Most of these coughs sounded at midnight. During the day, due to the distraction of energy, smoking cigarettes from time to time to relieve the cravings in the lung cavity, and his strong self-control, basically he will not cough very badly during the day.

And in the middle of the night, as long as he can put himself into sleep, he will never wake up, coughing and coughing.

But now, he looked at Han Wu, who obviously hadn't slept well, and his mind jumped slightly.

"Ah? Oh!" Han Wu half-sitting, glanced at Zuo Weitang who was already dressed in front of the bed in a daze, and waved his hand weakly. He didn't sleep well all night. Although his body was not tired, his old spirit Li Ke really can't stand it!

"I'll be back at noon..." Han Wu couldn't hear Zuo Weitang's other words, but the bed was more attractive to him now.

This time, Han Wu didn't sleep for too long. The practice started every day, so he couldn't sleep until the sun was up like before. Over time, the biological clock has been formed. Even if it's a holiday, he can't immediately adjust to a lazy clock.

Han Wu, who couldn't stand the muscle soreness, finally got out of bed reluctantly. After stretching his waist, he remembered that Zuo Weitang left early in the morning. It seems that the company has not yet reached the point of bankruptcy!

Before he left, he seemed to have said something important. He had said... about money, and asked himself to use the money to buy things. It seemed that he also had a credit card with his birthday as the password.

Is this... being adopted?Han Wu crossed his arms, raised his index finger and scratched his chin. While feeling a little dizzy, he also felt like being pierced by a thunder body. No wonder he was ahead of him yesterday and cleared the accounts of his pile of clothes. He didn't even give him a surprised look.

It turned out that I was waiting here - throwing a card directly, it is no more valuable than those few clothes!Han Wu thought helplessly, but when he touched the card, his thoughts turned back.

If it is really calculated in terms of money, I don't seem to be at a disadvantage!

Han Wu figured that if he had food, drink and housing, he didn't have to spend his own money. It just so happened that he could save money to buy a house!

Although—Han Wu looked around at Zuo Weitang's incomparably spacious suite—even though he couldn't afford such a suite, it was still possible to get himself a small nest full of his breath!

Then, if you are being adopted, just act like you are being adopted. Han Wu was embarrassed by the bad taste he had raised, but he felt that at the moment, the money relationship that can be sorted out should be the last thing he needs Worrying is.

From his point of view, he is currently a tenant who does not need to pay rent, and even a borrower needs to fulfill some obligations—at least, he must make this sample house a little bit more decent , I wonder if there is enough money in the so-called credit card?

Han Wu replaced yesterday

The clothes I just bought, black turtleneck cashmere sweater, khaki slacks, and a navy blue down jacket on top, stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, I couldn't help but sigh, although it didn't highlight the youthful style of this body the most. Yang's distinctive clothes, however, unexpectedly fit... He, Han Wu!

Han Wu cheerfully whistled to himself in the mirror, stuffed the card that was said to be his birthday password into his pocket, walked to the entrance, put on camel-colored casual shoes, locked the door, and walked out , to find the store mentioned by Zuo Weitang.