Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

[Do. ]

After the sound of the answer fell, Ling Xuan took the first step and pushed the person in front of him to the edge of the bed, restraining his lumbar spine, and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand to make preparations.

However, 1 minute, 2 minutes passed, and the person below him was lying there with a calm expression on his face, without any sign of wanting to turn over.

The bright afternoon sun covered the contours of his cheeks, making them bright.

"Good work?" Ling Xuanjie paused his fingers slightly, staring at the people below in surprise.

Liangzhao raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound, laid his arm under his head leisurely, and responded casually: "En?"

"You really want me to come?"

The slightly weird question made Liang Zhao couldn't help laughing, and hummed softly, with obvious teasing meaning: "You can't do it?"

Ling Xuan smacked his lips and muttered suspiciously: "It's fine, but it's a little different from what I thought..."

Liang Zhao still smiled comfortably, but the teasing in his tone gradually turned into sarcasm, "Mr. Ling seems to have a relatively accurate positioning of himself. It's just a posture, I don't pick, it doesn't matter if you like it. "

Ling Xuan didn't realize the hidden meaning in his words for a while, and just about to move his knees, he suddenly felt that someone grabbed his ankles separately, making him unable to move.

"Have you chosen?" Tolerating Mr. Ling's hesitation for a while, Liang Zhao finally ran out of patience and was ready to start his own role.

"Oh no, you... wait a minute, wait a minute!" Someone suddenly reacted, his voice trembling, trying to correct him.

With his current posture, he couldn't use any strength at all, let alone struggling, he couldn't even move a little bit.

"What are you waiting for?" Liang Zhao declared with a chuckle, regardless of the superior's almost broken accusation: "It belongs to me, Ling Xuan."

From the sunny afternoon to the silent night, and finally to the early morning with the twilight of the morning light.

In addition to the time of hangover, Ling Xuan couldn't remember how long he had been sleeping on this bed.All he knew was that when he woke up again, his whole body was even weaker, and he couldn't even move.

Liang Zhao had woken up for a long time in advance, felt the pull of the thin quilt on his side, and stretched out his hand to explore.

"Wake up again?"

The exact same tone and tone sounded like a curse in Ling Xuan's ears.

The young man failed to get up several times, so he could only lie down honestly, gritted his teeth and complained: "I begged you to stay until next time, are you deaf?"

Liang Zhao turned into a side-lying position, looked at the bedside with gentle and satisfied eyes, and said slowly, "The beauty between the two of you is only a moment, and you need to learn to enjoy yourself in time. I remember everything that Mr. Ling taught."

Ling Xuan was stunned by what he had said so much that he couldn't help laughing, looking at the serious and crooked good work, he replied: "You don't have to be so studious at this time."

Liang Zhao raised his hand, gently lifted the broken bangs on the young man's forehead, and asked with concern, "Do you think it's okay?"

"Extraordinary."

When the person on the other side moved reluctantly when he was answering, he lay down on the edge of the bed and sighed with a smirk: "No wonder it is said that the king will never go to court early, he really can't get up."

A certain guy actually gave out such an exclamation after a night of dreams, Liang Zhao couldn't help raising his lips: "President Ling, there seems to be some deviation in your understanding of history."

Ling Xuan also smiled, and the gentle smile on his face healed from fatigue. After a while, he suddenly reached out and rubbed his temples, shaking his head as if dizzy.

"But why do I have a headache? Does this thing have adverse reactions?"

Even if there are adverse reactions, it shouldn't be on it, right?

Liang Zhao subconsciously put his palm on his forehead, it seemed hot but not hot.To be on the safe side, I had no choice but to get up and bring the family medicine box.

The lazily lying young man under the quilt stretched out his hand, took out the infrared thermometer from the medicine box, and stuck it to his wrist.

Ding - 38 degrees 2.

Ling Xuan squinted his eyes in confusion, feeling that the fever was inexplicable, and subconsciously stuck the thermometer on top of Liang Zhao's head.

Ding - still 38 degrees 2.

"It won't break, will it?"

"probably not."

Liang Zhao coughed lightly to cover up, and then said, "I've been suffering from a cold for the past two days, and I probably passed it to you accidentally."

"..." Ling Xuan instantly felt that the pain on the top of his head became more intense. "I still have to do it when I have a cold. Do you have any sense of public morality? I feel so uncomfortable."

"You tortured me and forgot that too." Liang Zhao helped the people around him tuck the quilt, and coaxed in a deep voice, "Okay, you also take half a day off, I'll order breakfast first, and we'll go get an IV after we finish eating. Otherwise, the two of us will always infect each other, and neither of us will recover."

From the tightly wrapped quilt, there was only a sleepy request: "But I want to eat the bone soup noodles you cooked."

Liang Zhao really couldn't be satisfied, "It's too late, Mr. Ling, today is Monday, even if I don't enter the laboratory, don't you have to go to the meeting?"

Ling Xuan was silent for a few seconds, stretched out a hand from under the quilt and shook it in the air, as if trying to drive away annoying nagging monsters.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Liang Zhao and Ling Xuan sat side by side in the infusion area of ​​the hospital.

The long corridor where the sofas and infusion stands are neatly arranged is so empty that there are not many people there, and there are no people who come to get an injection on Monday morning.

Liang Zhao quietly looked at the disease prevention leaflet posted on the opposite wall, and after reading a few lines silently, he noticed the burning gaze cast by his side.

Turning his head to look at Ling Xuan, he was looking up at the two people's hanging bottles and infusion tubes, and the medicines prepared according to the exact same prescription were falling drop by drop in a rhythmic manner.

"Couple style." After paying attention for a long time, Ling Xuan suddenly said so.

Liang Zhao was amused by this guy's invincible and optimistic attitude, but he refused to go along with his wishes, and coldly countered: "What kind of couple's style, Mr. Ling seems to have forgotten that we have broken up."

"Oh." Ling Xuan elongated his voice, and changed his words without haste, with a slight rise in the end of his voice, with a hint of deliberate flattery, "Fate."

"Don't move your hands, be careful with the needles, if the fever doesn't subside even at night, we can only implement special measures for you." Liang Zhao slightly slowed down Ling Xuan's infusion speed when he spoke.

Ling Xuan glanced curiously, "What method?"

Liang Zhao dropped his eyes back to the bulletin board, and said without squinting: "Intramuscular injection, another dose."

After the words fell, the person beside him answered a sarcasm very naturally, with a mocking tone: "What Liang Gong said, is it the one I am superior to?"

Ling Xuan's eyes seemed to have foreseen the essence of the matter.The first hot knowledge learned after falling in love and hitting a home run: the one who sits firmly in the top position is not necessarily the attacker.

The full bottle of medicine was almost finished, Liang Zhao looked up at the little liquid left in the infusion tube above his head, pulled out the needle by himself, then leaned over Ling Xuan, and helped him tear off the tape on the back of his hand.

When the staff in light green uniforms appeared slowly, Liang Zhao had already pulled out the second needle.

The nurses saw two equally tall figures sitting at the end of the corridor, and they were pressing each other's needle holes on the backs of their hands.

"My god..." In front of the nurse's station, two young girls covered their lips and whispered to each other with satisfied expressions on their faces.

Mr. Ling, who was used to being surrounded by thousands of people, squinted slightly, glanced at the jumping figure behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Is it too high-profile?"

Liang Zhao didn't care about other people's attitude at all, he just lowered his head and said indifferently: "Can you be on time? It's all bleeding."

After leaving the hospital, Liang Zhao drove Ling Xuan to Dr's Building to go to work.

It wasn't until he stepped over the threshold of someone's office with one foot that he belatedly picked a problem: "Can the person surnamed Liang enter today?"

Ling Xuan rolled the whites of his eyes and ignored him.

Qiao Qian'an heard from his special assistant that the CEO who had been absent from work for half a day finally showed up, so he came over with a small pile of meeting documents that he would use later.

As soon as he entered the door, the financial director caught a glimpse of the same type of infusion stickers on both hands, and grinned teasingly: "Heh, where did this come from?"

Ling Xuan huddled in his boss chair, raised his eyes lazily, and responded with a smile: ""Immortal Monday", a great drama, have you seen it?"

"Come on, you." Qiao Jianan looked at the man's pale face, didn't bother to argue with him, and directly spread all the documents on the desk, and linked them one by one.

Liang Zhao didn't make a sound to disturb, and sat on the sofa in the rest area by himself, brewed tea and drank it until Ling Xuan looked up from the busyness.

"Why don't you leave?"

"Where are you going? I've asked for a full day off, half of which I'm sick, and the other half is to take care of my ex-boyfriend." Liang Zhao slowly washed the tea and swirled the cups, looking completely at ease.

Ling Xuan frowned: "It's just a small cold, it's not that bad."

The smell of tea was lingering around the tea table, Liang Zhao held the white jade pot handle with a few fingers, poured boiling hot water into the cup, and replied, "Who said you are the one who is taking care of the cold?"

"What is that?" As soon as Ling Xuan's words came out of his mouth, he reacted on his own.

There is a high probability that it is taking care of the first time.

Qiao Jian'an's voice of dictating the plan while holding the folder suddenly stopped.He straightened his silver-rimmed glasses frame, looked at the boss sitting on the soft chair through the lens, and then slowly turned to Liang Zhao.

"Are the two of you completely unrepentant now?"

Liang Zhao was finally able to drink the tea that he had been fiddling with for a long time.He only brought the cup to his lips and sipped it lightly, then put it on the brown tea table, and said, "Don't waste time, you go to the meeting."

"What about you?" Ling Xuan put down the two long legs that were raised high, got up and adjusted the dark gray suit he was wearing.

"Don't you want to eat bone soup noodles? I'll borrow your company's restaurant for use." After finishing speaking, Liang Zhao got up, went downstairs with ease, and went to where he needed to go.

The canteen of Dr's company is actually a restaurant that is not open to outsiders.From the storage of food materials to the purchase of kitchen utensils, it is not inferior to the high-end clubs outside. No wonder the employees here have never had the habit of ordering takeaway.

The bones used for cooking noodles need to be simmered slowly. When the soup is ready to be cooked, the meeting of senior executives has just finished.

When two steaming bowls of bone soup noodles were brought to the table in the president's office, Ling Xuan was still busy with his work.

"It smells so good." The young man lowered his head, his eyes didn't fall sideways, but his nose was sharp.

Liang Zhao took a clean wet towel from the tea table, handed it to him to wipe his hands, and said, "Then try it."

Ribs, corn kernels and fungus are floating in the noodle bowl, mixed with sesame seeds and color-attractive chili oil, which makes people's index fingers move.

Liang Gong's culinary skills never disappoint.

Ling Xuan picked up the spoon and put a spoonful of the salty, fragrant and mellow bone soup into his mouth, smacked his tongue after tasting it, raised his eyebrows and nodded, then his five fingers were busy tapping on the notebook again.

Seeing that he was not paying attention while eating, Lianggong gently tapped the table with his index knuckles, and reminded him, "Hurry up and take your temperature after eating. Whoever has a high temperature should wash the dishes."

"There is still such a saying?" Ling Xuan smiled and put down his work, bowed his head and concentrated on eating noodles.

The hot food not only warmed the stomach, but the heads of the two of them also began to sweat gradually.

drop--

The infrared thermometer completed a job on Ling Xuan's forehead, and his body temperature was recorded on the narrow electronic screen: 37 degrees 7.

The young man then leaned forward, staring at Liang Zhao seriously and taking his own temperature.

The figure of [37.9] is clearly displayed.

"Hey, I won."

Almost at the same time, the winner had already stood up and walked around the office cheerfully. The difference of only 0.2 made the president of the first division happy like a child.

Liang Zhao put away the thermometer and looked at the guy who was still in a tiny happiness.

Originally, I wanted to hear him personally ask for reconciliation, but I waited all day but nothing came. It seemed that the "ex-boyfriend" was really calm, so he had to speak first.

"Boss Ling, let's get back together."

Liang Gong's tone was calm and calm, and then he added a sentence calmly: "Or do you think it's more exciting to go to bed with no name or distinction?"

"Pfft—cough cough."

Ling Xuan had just unscrewed the lid of the cup and was about to take the medicine, but was shocked by this sentence unpreparedly, and also couldn't help coughing up the water.

Liang Zhao, who was sitting in his original position, leaned on his head and looked at him with a quiet smile.

The vengeance of being broken up on the day of the breakup has finally been avenged.