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Bu Zhong's face was bloodless, Ye Yao watched him slumped on the back of the chair, his mind went blank for a moment.

Okay...why did you faint all of a sudden?

Hypoglycemia?Crowd phobia?Could it be that they were poisoned when they were crowded around just now?

He was thinking in a mess, his throat was tight, he even forgot the small pill in his ring, and he was in a hurry to call an ambulance... No!Tell the assistant first, is there any hidden disease? !

He reached out to knock on the partition, but suddenly a weight was placed on his arm.

Ye Yao felt the temperature and turned his head suddenly: "Are you awake!?"

The man's lips were almost transparent, and his long eyelashes were raised. When he saw him, he raised a slight arc, and said softly, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry..."

Before he finished speaking, the ending sound was as light as a gossamer. Ye Yao's surprise question had not yet come out, but immediately turned into panic: "Are you really...Hello? Bu?...Why did you faint again! "

This movement finally caught the attention of the assistant in front. The partition lowered to reveal Yan Xu's face. When he saw what was going on behind him, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he asked the driver to pull over, while he quickly got into the rear compartment.

"What's wrong with him?" Ye Yao asked anxiously.

Yan Xu took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and hurriedly replied: "The boss's old problem, luckily I have the medicine with me, so you don't have to worry too much."

Ye Yao caught a glimpse of the bottle in his hand, paused, and grabbed his hand subconsciously: "Wait...propofol?"

He raised his eyes seriously, and asked in surprise, "You gave him this?"

"Strong sedative." Yan Xu seemed to be used to Bu Chong's illness, and explained calmly, "The side effects are huge, but the boss's condition can only be relieved by a strong sedative, otherwise..."

Ye Yao frowned tightly.

He could see Mr. Bu quietly closing his eyes, except for his pale face, as if he was just asleep. Only from the line of his lips could he see how much his thoughts were tightly locked in this body. In his body, he didn't want to show it even when he was unconscious.

Ye Yao was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'll come."

Yan Xu was slightly stunned, but didn't realize it for a while: "Mr. Ye, what do you mean?"

"I said, I'll come." Ye Yao looked up at him: "Isn't your boss wanting me to join Tianheng for my medicine?"

"I have a way to wake him up." Ye Yao turned his head and looked at Bu Zhong's face.

"Take the propofol back."

Bu Zhong knew he couldn't hold on when he saw the car accident scene.

The two emotions of scorching heat and coldness pulled his nerves, as if a battlefield had been opened up in his mind, thousands of troops roared and fought.

The woman's hissing was mixed with the man's roar, and the smell of blood and fire crackling, mixed with the burning gasoline, became the last image he could remember from his childhood.

"Go... let's go!"

"Dad... Mom!"

"Go! . . . Get out of here! Don't look back!"

His whole body was in pain, the heat from the tongue of fire licked his back, his face was covered with tears, he was pushed, and the firm strength behind him was like holding him on a slide and accompanying him every time he was a child. He was just as powerful when he played, but slowly became lighter, lighter... and finally he couldn't feel it anymore.

From then on, he woke up as if he was brutally torn from a beautiful and soft dream, and fell into a cold quagmire from which he could never escape.

"mom……"

The man's lips moved silently, as if he was saying something.

Ye Yao rubbed his sore arms, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, supported his head, and looked at him.

He didn't realize it when he was in the car, but when he was about to move him home, he realized that Bu's hand that held him for a moment of sobriety hadn't let go. The strength was not heavy, but it was like holding the whole world. , No matter how you break it, you can't break it.

In the end, the assistant asked him with a embarrassed look if he could stay with the boss for a while, saying that Mr. Bu would occasionally react unconsciously and violently in a coma when he was sick in the past.

Ye Yao had no choice but to argue with a patient, and was kindly pushed into Bu's room by his assistant.

A window away is his own home, but he can't go back.

Ye Yao sighed and looked back, looking boredly at the bedroom, which started heavy. The furnishings of the room were different from what he had imagined. It was not as resplendent as the rich people on TV, with a cold white theme, and the furniture was also simple and elegant in gray and black. , was illuminated by the light, inexplicably looked a little deserted.

Living in such a place, can you usually be happy?

Ye Yao couldn't imagine that someone would decorate his place so impersonally, so he couldn't help turning his eyes back to the man's face.

The sky had already darkened, and the warm yellow light in the room shrouded him, casting hazy light and shadow on his already profound face, gentle and quiet, and in a trance with a fragility that he would never have when he was awake, not at all like People imagine the big boss who manipulates countless capital flows and strategizes.

Ye Yao pursed his lips, looking at his eyelashes spread out like a fan, the eyelashes were distinct, long and thick, making one want to go up and count how many there are.

He felt itchy, moved his numb legs, and approached quietly.

Still curly...

It looks too good.

As a man with thousands of dollars of wealth, he can still have such beauty.

Ye Yao felt a little jealous, leaned close to his ear, and blew into his ear maliciously.

"Huh?" Can move?

Ye Yao seemed to have discovered a new continent, he lay down next to his pillow and blew again with his big novel eyes.

The man's well-shaped ear tips trembled slightly with his breath.

The more Ye Yao looked at it, the more he felt it was fun. The light ones, the heavy ones, the left side, the right side, played so much that he completely forgot his identity as the bed companion.

Until a hoarse voice rang in his ear: "... What are you doing?"

Ye Yao was startled and sat up straight, only to realize that Bu Zhong opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him intently.

The light in the dark eyes flickered, Ye Yao couldn't see what was meant inside, his eyes were full of embarrassment to be caught taking advantage of others' danger.

He coughed: "Well... are you awake?"

"Yeah." There was a slight smile in Bu Zhong's voice, "I felt a big mosquito buzzing in my ear in my dream. I was so annoyed that I couldn't beat it, so I woke up in a hurry. .”

Ye Yao, who was said to be a big mosquito, opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to want to reason with him, but for the sake of the patient, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the words, but he didn't notice what the man was saying as a joke , the tenderness in his eyes rippled like water waves.

Bu Zhong suddenly said in a low voice: "Thank you..."

"Ah, what?" Ye Yao didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." The man's lip color was still light, but the breath lingering around him was very gentle.

No one knows what happened when he was in a coma. Before the black water covered him, a ray of morning light shot in like a split in the sky. It was warm and white, dragging him out of the mud. The temperature came continuously from the place where the two wrists touched, so soft, but gave him so much comfort.

His lowered eyes looked at the white wrist of the little anchor, and the corners of his lips deepened.

He sat up slightly, and Ye Yao quickly helped him, took the cushion and leaned behind him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you today." Bu Chong coughed and let go of his wrist calmly.

Although the hand feels good and I want to hold it for a while longer, Bu Zhong didn't miss the little anchor's frown just now, probably because he has kept a movement for a long time, and it is already numb.

A thought suddenly came to his mind, and the moment Ye Yao withdrew his hand, he stretched out his fingers and pulled back.

Ye Yao paused with his hands in the air, raised his eyes in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"Thanks for saving my life." Bu Zhong stretched his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Massage for you."

Ye Yao's spirited heaven shook, and before he could stop it, the man's warm fingers were already on his wrist.

The acupoints were pressed precisely, and Ye Yao's hands softened to his shoulders almost instantly. He groaned uncontrollably, and his eyes instantly filled with water.

Bu Zhong looked at the red tip of his nose, like a bullied kitten, noble and coquettish, inexplicably made him want to bully him more, to see more expressions on his face.

The big boss' Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Ye Yao didn't realize it, and sighed contentedly: "Your technique is good, how did you learn it?"

He didn't want to hold back now, and even thought of lying on the bed to enjoy it more.

Bu Zhong saw his thoughts, moved away slightly, and patted on the soft quilt: "Lie down for a while?"

"How embarrassing..." Ye Yao's eyes lit up, and his mouth was still polite.

There was a smile in Bu Zhong's eyes: "Please stay with me for so long, I'm sorry if I'm exhausted."

This remark makes sense.

Ye Yao immediately climbed up the pole, sat on the bed with a smile, and sighed contentedly: "It's still so comfortable. I sat all afternoon, and my neck is almost stiff."

Bu Zhong got closer to him, sniffing the familiar scent on his body, he was more satisfied than Ye Yao: "Well, I will give you a press on the neck later."

Ye Yao was hypocritical and polite: "No, no, you just happen to be, how can you be so troublesome."

Bu Zhong persuaded him with a suppressed smile: "No trouble, thanks to you I can sleep well and recover so quickly, I should."

For a moment, an incomparably harmonious socialist atmosphere flowed in the room.

After a while, Ye Yao suddenly asked: "You today..."

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed the words again: "It's nothing... Oh, by the way, I told your assistant that you should stop taking that powerful sedative, it's not good for your health, and the dosage is too large It is easy to drowsiness, drowsiness, memory disturbance, and body balance will be disrupted. If you don't mind, come to me when you get sick in the future, and I have a solution."

At this point, he raised his eyes to look at Bu Zhong, and said with some hesitation: "If you believe me..."

"letter."

With a distance of tens of centimeters away from him, the man said calmly.

One word, but full of unreserved firmness.

"If I don't believe you, I won't invite you to Tianheng, and I won't clean up for you."

Bu Zhong said lightly: "I said that everyone has their own secrets. If you don't want to tell them, I won't ask. No matter how miraculous or incredible your medicine is, as long as it's not harmful, I won't get to the bottom of it."

Ye Yao's heart trembled.

Bu Zhong slowed down his tone: "I invite you, I am serious."

Ye Yao couldn't bear such sincere words.

He thought about it, and felt that this was actually a good idea.

With Tianheng, the Ye family that he still needs to deal with carefully becomes a mantis arm blocking the traffic. No matter what Ye Shuming will do when he comes back, it doesn't matter anymore.

Ye Yao pursed his lips, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

The surprise in Bu Zhong's eyes didn't have time to bloom, because he was stunned by his next sentence.

Ye Yao raised his eyes, and made a promise in a very solemn tone: "I will definitely heal your leg."

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