Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

Lu Bingwen was so angry that his hands were almost numb, when there was a sound of slow footsteps inside.

"Duan Zhuoheng, I'll count to three, if you don't open the door quickly, I will..."

As the door in front of him was opened, Lu Bingwen's next words were also blocked in his throat.

Duan Zhuoheng in front of him was wearing a simple set of light gray pajamas, his face was a little pale, his hair, which was always meticulously groomed, was also hanging on his forehead, his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he was enduring great pain.

Lu Bingwen was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses: "What's wrong with you?"

Duan Zhuoheng leaned on the door frame with one hand, and covered his stomach with the other: "It's an old problem, it's fine."

After speaking, he forced a smile on Lu Bingwen, enduring the pain.

"Stop laughing, it's so ugly."

Lu Bingwen's mouth was still unforgiving, but his arms were stretched out in front of Duan Zhuoheng: "I'll help you in to rest."

The layout upstairs was exactly the same as Lu Bingwen's own, and he found the master bedroom almost effortlessly.

After helping Duan Zhuoheng to lie down on the bed, Lu Bingwen glanced at the environment around him that was more like a model house than his own. He didn't even need to ask, there must be no medicine.

Sighing, Lu Bingwen turned around, but before he could take a step, his wrist was grabbed by the person on the bed.

"Wenwen, where are you going?" Duan Zhuoheng was anxious.

When he was a child, Duan Zhuoheng acted like an idiot all day long, and a few days ago he had a cold face that no one should enter. This is the first time Lu Bingwen has seen him have such an expression of worrying about gain and loss.

Presumably people are always extra vulnerable when they are sick.

Thinking of this, Lu Bingwen's tone softened, and he explained patiently: "You probably don't have any medicine at home. I'll go out and look for a pharmacy."

Duan Zhuoheng's tense expression eased a little bit, but he still didn't let go of Lu Bingwen's hand.

"There is no pharmacy near here. I just called Wang and my assistant and asked him to deliver it to me."

Lu Bingwen didn't pay attention to his stumbling when he spoke: "Then when will he come over?"

Duan Zhuoheng blinked and shook his head: "I don't know, I should be on the way already?"

"Where do we start?"

"Qirun."

"..."

Lu Bingwen really wanted to knock his head open to see if it was filled with water. Qirun had been here for at least an hour and a half without traffic jams.

I don't know if there will be enough time to deliver the medicine, but the time to collect the body should be enough.

"Let me go buy it for you."

Lu Bingwen had no choice but to look down at his grasped wrist, his eyes slowly moved to Duan Zhuoheng's face, and met his eyes: "Let go."

Duan Zhuoheng shook his head stubbornly: "Don't go."

"When did I say I was leaving?"

"But you said you were going to buy me medicine."

Lu Bingwen felt that Duan Zhuoheng should be thankful that he was sick, otherwise he would never have the patience to entangle him here for so long.

But what can I do now, can I still argue with a patient?

Sighing softly: "I'm not leaving, I'll call an errand on the software to buy it, is that ok?"

Duan Zhuoheng nodded and let go of his hand: "Okay."

Lu Bingwen quickly withdrew his hand. After a few years of absence, Duan Zhuoheng was not only taller than before, but also a lot stronger. He looked sickly, but his wrist was scratched by him.

"Do you know what medicine to take?"

Lu Bingwen used the delivery software to find the nearest pharmacy.

Duan Zhuoheng reported the names of several medicines, and he placed orders one by one, and only put down his phone after seeing a younger brother accepting the order.

Looking down at Duan Zhuoheng who had been staring at him, Lu Bingwen felt a little uncomfortable, and left the room after saying "You should have a good rest first, I'll boil some hot water".

After feeling that the line of sight glued to his body disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He came to the kitchen with ease, and just turned on the button of the water heater when the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

I was just about to say when the delivery speed of running errands was so fast, but I picked up my phone and looked at it, only to find that it was not running errands, but my takeaway.

Turning around and looking in the direction of the bedroom, when Duan Zhuoheng's work here is over, the takeaway should be completely cold, Lu Bingwen thinks about it, or ask the takeaway brother to go one more level and deliver it.

After getting the takeaway, Lu Bingwen directly put the food on Duan Zhuoheng's table, not treating himself as an outsider.

It was probably because the taste of the food was really strong. Not long after Lu Bingwen sat down to eat, the notification tone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.

It's Duan Zhuoheng.

Duan Zhuoheng: Wenwen, what are you eating?smell good.

Lu Bingwen looked down at the several dishes full of red, turned his head expressionlessly, and pointed in the direction of the bedroom:

"Sichuan cuisine, not for you!"

Duan Zhuoheng immediately sent another message: [grievance]

Lu Bingwen looked at that cute little expression and smiled, and then - ignored him.

After working all morning, he was really hungry. He swept the takeaway into the Wu Zang Temple at a fast speed, leaned on the chair, patted his stomach, and burped happily: "It's comfortable."

As for the pile of takeout boxes left on the dining table...

Anyway, it's impossible for Duan Zhuoheng not to hire Aunt Cleaner, so let's stay here for now, Young Master Lu chose to turn a blind eye with peace of mind.

After a while, an errand call came. Lu Bingwen brought in the medicine, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, and brought it to Duan Zhuoheng's room.

"How to take this medicine? Is the dosage according to the instructions?"

Duan Zhuoheng nodded, seeing Lu Bingwen seriously unpacking the medicine box, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wenwen, thank you."

Lu Bingwen, who opened the medicine box and was about to study the instructions, was taken aback by his thank you, raised his eyes slightly, stared at him for three seconds, and then hurriedly looked away: "Don't, I'm just afraid that you will die here, and the new house will become a haunted house." , causing the house below me to depreciate in value.”

"Oh, so it's like this~" Duan Zhuoheng dragged on.

Lu Bingwen also took a good look at the instructions, squeezed out a few pills, and gave him a blank expression: "Open your mouth and take the medicine."

Duan Zhuoheng blinked twice, then opened his mouth obediently.

After feeding the medicine, Lu Bingwen took his water glass and put it on the small cabinet next to the bed: "I have taken the medicine too, you should be better now, I will..."

Before he could say three words, he was stopped by Duan Zhuoheng: "Don't go."

Lu Bingwen looked at him: "Why don't I stay here? I'm not your nanny."

Duan Zhuoheng was choked, but he still didn't let go, and said pitifully: "Wenwen, I feel bad, can you chat with me for a while?"

Lu Bingwen took a closer look, and found that his complexion was indeed not very good-looking, and he didn't seem to be pretending.

Forget it, just be a good person and do it to the end.

Bend down and push the quilt that was put on the bed, and sat down: "What are you talking about?"

Duan Zhuoheng moved his legs a little closer to where he did it without any trace.

"Tell me why you bought the house here."

Lu Bingwen didn't even think about it: "There's no reason for this, I'll sell it if it looks pleasing to the eye."

Duan Zhuoheng stared at his expression, as if he was judging the truth of this statement.

Then he asked: "It's impossible for you not to know that Su Gan has a house here, right?"

"Sugan also has a house here?" Lu Bingwen raised his eyebrows slightly, "I really haven't heard him mention it, how did you know?"

Duan Zhuoheng was sure that he wasn't lying and that he really didn't know, so he felt relieved and said casually, "I heard about it when I bought the house."

He didn't say buying a house was okay, but when he said buying a house, it hit Lu Bingwen's heart and lungs, reminding him of his original purpose of going upstairs.

Crossing his hands on his chest, he chuckled lightly: "I forgot to ask you, did you buy a house sooner or later, but you bought it after I finished buying it, or did I want to buy the building king that I didn't get, Duan Zhuoheng, do you want to buy a house?" Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

"Wenwen, why do you think so?" Duan Zhuoheng looked blank, "Did someone tell you something?"

"Is there anyone else talking to me?" Lu Bingwen's eyes were half closed, "Why don't you open your circle of friends now and see how the comments below are all changing ways to praise you for hurting me?"

"I..." Duan Zhuoheng explained in a low voice with some guilt, "I just didn't want to continue to make false claims with them in that house, so I wanted to buy an apartment and move out. It happened that Mr. Sun knew about it and said that he had a newly opened real estate. I recommended this place, if I knew this is what you want, I would definitely not agree!"

Lu Bingwen glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Duan Zhuoheng: "If you like the top floor, we can change it. Really, let's find a moving company now!"

"Okay, if you don't think it's troublesome, I still think it's troublesome. Since you didn't do it on purpose, why should I care about you? Let's live, it's fine."

Duan Zhuoheng was slightly taken aback, and asked with a smile: "Really? Are you still angry?"

Lu Bingwen shook his head: "It's just a foothold, there's nothing to be angry about."

Never mentioning the fact that I saw Moments just now, and was ready to come up angrily to ask the teacher for a crime.

"That's good," Duan Zhuoheng smiled and changed the subject, "By the way, it's my dad's birthday the day after tomorrow. My elder brother is going to hold a dinner party at home. Do you want to go?"

"It's your father's birthday?" Lu Bingwen chuckled, "Do you think those brothers and sisters of yours will invite me?"

Hearing what he said, Duan Zhuoheng didn't know what he thought of, and his heart froze.

After being stunned for a while, he pursed his lips and said seriously: "Now the Duan family, I have the final say."

"Oh?" Lu Bingwen frowned slightly, "I almost forgot about that."

"But forget it, they don't like me, and I don't like them, why bother?"

Duan Zhuoheng wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Lu Bingwen raising his hand.

"I see that you are much more energetic now. The assistant should be here soon, so let's take a good rest first. I'll go back first. I just moved today, and there are still many things that haven't been fixed."

When he got to this point, it seemed a little inappropriate for Duan Zhuoheng to keep someone else.

Slightly sighed, and propped himself up: "Thank you for your hard work today."

Lu Bingwen left a sentence "you have a good rest", waved his hands and turned around.

Duan Zhuoheng watched Lu Bingwen's figure disappear outside the bedroom door, but he didn't move away from following him.

It wasn't until there was a "bang" at the door, and the surroundings returned to silence, that they slowly regained their senses.

Then he picked up his phone and made a call to his assistant.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you don't have to come here for now, go back to the company first."