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Ai Ci.

When the plane landed, the weather was gloomy, it was raining heavily, and there was a dampness of soil in the air.

And the smoke of gunpowder after the baptism of war.

"Here...are there criminals attacking the people again?"

When Chu Heng got off the plane, he looked around and looked around.

Alex came to pick him up in person, and brought a lot of people with him. After receiving the luggage, he seemed to be quite surprised when he heard the words, "It's been a rough year, and everyone is used to it, so it doesn't matter."

"What if you hurt someone?"

Even though he had traveled through many countries and cities that had been baptized by war in the past few years, Chu Heng still had a hard time accepting this scene, "Will it not blow people up?"

Alex patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and stopped talking.

In the end, he only said one sentence: "That can only be fate."

This small country is very particular about status, with prominent class concepts, high and low. Alex was born in a noble family, and he has been with Chu Heng for many years, which can already be regarded as a close friend.

Chu Heng was very silent all the way.

The streets are dilapidated, and the people on the road are in a hurry and panic.

Wu Sheng came over, patted him, and said in a comforting tone, "Are you tired? Go to sleep for a while! Your spirit has been tense for most of the day."

Chu Heng lowered his head, said "um", and yawned, looking sleepy.

"What's the matter?" Alex turned back from the front seat, a little surprised, "You told me before, who are you looking for when you come here this time?"

Chu Heng hugged himself tightly, slid down a little bit, rubbed his head against the back of the seat, and muttered: "I'll sleep first, and I'll tell you in detail when I wake up."

As soon as the words fell, his head shrank and he fell asleep.

"This..." Alex spread his hands and sighed: "It's still so fast to fall asleep, it's really enviable."

Wu Sheng raised his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless, shook his head, sat closer to Chu Heng, carefully supported his head, and moved it to his shoulder.

Make this guy sleep better.

"Alex," after doing all this, Wu Sheng raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you know Rick?"

"Rick?" Alex repeated in doubt, thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "No, the name you mentioned is very common here, I don't know which one you are referring to Rick."

"It's a person in his fifties," Wu Sheng thought for a while, and just about to continue describing, he realized something, took out a photo from his pocket, and handed it over, "This person."

Alex took it over and whispered, "Isn't this...isn't this Queen Ellie's... male favorite? What are you looking for him for? He hasn't shown up for a long time, at least a few months, um ...I saw him sitting with the Queen at the last court banquet."

Hearing this, Wu Sheng squinted his eyes, thoughtful.

The distance is not long, but it is not short. Chu Heng fell asleep, and when he woke up in a daze, the car had already stopped.

"Reached?"

He was blindfolded, and when he opened it, he showed a bit of innocence and ignorance, "Well... how long have I been asleep?"

Wu Sheng checked the time and replied, "Half an hour."

Ai Ci's climate was humid and cold after the rain. When Chu Heng sat up, he felt a splitting headache.

"Huh? Why did I sleep on your shoulder? I'm sorry! Is the pillow numb?"

He smiled apologetically, covered his head and hissed, "Why do I feel dizzy?"

It wasn't cold in the car, but Chu Heng always felt a chill all over his body. It was icy cold, and he couldn't help but sneezed twice and shivered.

Alex had already got out of the car, and there were only him and Wu Sheng in the car. Seeing this, Wu Sheng felt a little strange, reached out and touched his forehead.

"Chu Heng."

Sensing the burning temperature of his fingertips, Wu Sheng was startled, and his tone changed immediately, "Wake up! Come down quickly, you have a fever."

Chu Heng was stunned for a moment, rubbed his forehead, let out a "huh", opened the car door in a daze, and got out of the car.

His legs were so weak that he held on to the car door, barely standing still.

"I have a fever?"

He touched his forehead, and felt that it was scorchingly hot, his eyes were a little blurred, his head was also groggy, and he was not so clear-headed.

Why do you suddenly have a fever?

"Slow down," Wu Sheng asked someone to help bring the things in, and he helped Chu Heng, embracing his shoulders, and walked in step by step, "I'll help you in, and I'll ask Alex to go in later." Get a doctor over here."

Illness has always been a very distant thing for Chu Heng. He used to live a free and unrestrained life, with great rivers and lakes, mountains, rivers, lakes, deserts, grasslands, and cliffs. He was injured many times because of his expeditions, but he rarely got sick in a normal state. .

This time...it's really strange.

With loud voices lingering in his ears, Chu Heng looked confused, entered the room somehow, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell asleep in a daze.

Cold and sore and sleepy.

The headache didn't let him go, the nerves were throbbing, as if an electric drill kept working in his mind, repeating and refusing to calm down.

Chu Xiaoheng curled up, covered his head, and groaned in pain.

"Fang Yan... woo..."

When people are sick, they are always very fragile. Chu Xiaoheng felt aggrieved, and soon thought of that man.

It turns out that being sick is so uncomfortable...

He was in a daze from the fever, and the pale and delicate face of the man was repeatedly echoed in his mind, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry.

Alex went to the doctor urgently, and Wu Sheng sat in the room, accompanying him.

This child...

Wu Sheng smiled, his eyes softened a bit.

Chu Heng closed his eyes, his face was flushed, his breath was heavy, and he was obviously very uncomfortable. Wu Sheng leaned over, brushed the hair sticking to his forehead for him, and whispered a few words to comfort him, but without thinking, this guy stretched out his hand and hugged Wu Cheng Sheng's arm.

Wu Sheng was taken aback for a moment.

"Woo..." The little guy was crying, sobbing like a little beast, terribly wronged, eyes closed, tears kept oozing out, "Woo... woo... Fang Yan, I really want to You... where the hell have you been?"

"You don't want me anymore..."

"Woo... I'm so sunny, handsome, handsome and cute..."

Wu Sheng was quite sad at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help laughing.

It's really... skin.

It's rare for this child to cry so sadly. I've known him for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen him cry like this. Look...it's really pitiful.

Arms were hugged tightly, Wu Sheng even suspected that the child had such a severe fever, where did he come from so much strength?I was afraid that he would run away.

It seems that this child treats him as a banquet, but if this is the case, can he still coax this child back from that man?