"Can't find it? The driver said he didn't pick him up? How is it possible..." Gu Changxi's voice came in from outside the bedroom indistinctly, "Then adjust the surveillance,... What's wrong with the surveillance?"

Jiang Song rubbed his sore eyes and sat up on the bed.

He had a needle on the back of his hand, and when he looked up, he saw a transparent infusion tube.

A little sober, he immediately looked down at the clothes on his body.

Fortunately, they are still there.

Gu Changxi probably didn't see anything.

He breathed a sigh of relief slowly, remembering the chaos of last night, closed his eyes and leaned back, falling back into the pillow.

In that state last night, there were very few things he could think about.

Now he should feel guilty, but now his mind is full of comfort carved into his bones.

As long as he thinks about it, he will feel his heart beating faster and his jaw tightening involuntarily.

The feeling of muscle spasm, the feeling of being out of control, is addictive and difficult to control.

But that was Gu Changxi, the cub he raised since he was a child.

When he first met Gu Changzhen, the kid thought he/mother hadn't been weaned yet.

Jiang Song simply doesn't want to open his eyes to see the world again.

He grabbed the sheet and buried his face in the pillow.

There was a soft opening of the door, and someone came in.

"Is it better?" Gu Changxi walked to the bed and looked down at him.

Jiang Song couldn't sleep well last night, but when I asked him where he was feeling, he was groggy and couldn't tell.

Gu Changxi called the doctor over, but he only said that his blood pressure and blood sugar were slightly low, and he was overtired.

Jiang Song didn't want to talk, and didn't want to see him, so he didn't move.

Gu Changxi's voice was rarely flustered, "Very uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song shrank into the quilt again, "It's okay, you can go out."

After a brief silence, Gu Changxi's voice returned to his indifference, "Mr. Jiang is heavily in debt now, so he should give me less orders."

"You don't want to investigate the matter of the medicine last night, I don't want to pursue it." Jiang Song was weak and his voice was very low.

"Whether to check is my business, and I'm not checking for you." Gu Changxi's voice became colder.

"Huh..." Jiang Song was exhausted last night, and he didn't eat, and his stomach started to churn.

The pain clenched and clenched, as if trying to twist his stomach into a rope.

He crouched down, pressing his upper abdomen with the hand attached to the infusion needle.

Gu Changxi couldn't help but pick him up from the bed, "Why is it uncomfortable? Talk to me."

Jiang Song couldn't help being wronged, is he the one who doesn't speak well?

And in the past, he was the one who asked Gu Changxi to "speak well", so why is it this rabbit/bastard's turn to teach him a lesson now?

But Jiang Song didn't have the energy to argue with him.

After Gu Changxi gave an impatient "tsk", he was forced to speak.

"Stomach hurts." He leaned on Gu Changxi's shoulder, breathing in the cold fragrance of his body in small breaths.

Instead of the horrible aggression of last night, now this smell made his heartbeat gradually calm down.

Gu Changxi pressed his upper abdomen with his hand, Jiang Song turned his head towards him in pain, crushed into his shoulder socket, and let out a low groan.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Gu Changzhen's voice tensed up, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, sometimes it hurts so much, it will be fine after a while." Jiang Song pressed his shoulder, unable to say any more words of rejection.

After living with Gu Changxi, he was rarely so uncomfortable.

Perhaps life suddenly becomes a little more comfortable, and people's will will be weakened.

For the first time in so many years, he couldn't help but want to rely on it.

But how can he depend on his little boy?

... It seems that it is not too small.

That's probably because Gu Changyi happened to be there.

It can be regarded as raising children for old age.

Jiang Song reconciled with himself for the time being, and gradually relaxed in Gu Changxi's arms.

Gu Changxi took a deep breath and didn't let it out for a long time.

He slowed down the flow rate of the infusion tube a little, and rubbed the hand on Jiang Song's stomach slightly, "Eat something after the infusion."

His voice was still emotionless, but seemed a little softer than usual.

Jiang Song took a small breath and moved his hand to the left, "It hurts here."

Gu Changxi kneaded for a while, and was about to feed him some sugar and salt water, but Jiang Song wanted to hide at first.

That stuff was the most disgusting. When he couldn't move, the doctor asked Xing Ce to pour it on him.

Sweet and salty, it's weird.

"Just take a sip, and I won't investigate that person last night." Gu Changxi proposed a plan.

Jiang Song could only pinch his nose and take a sip, wishing to vomit into Gu Changxi's arms immediately.

Gu Changxi gently patted his chest for him, "I'll check him immediately when I spit it out."

"..." Jiang Song was almost exhausted.

Gu Changxi rubbed him, his stomach didn't hurt so much, and he was a little sleepy.

"Jiang Song." When Gu Changzhen called him by his full name, Jiang Song became a little apprehensive.

He was afraid that Gu Changzhen would mention what happened in the study last night.

"How do you call me?" He braced himself a little, "I'm older than you, right? You just call me by my first name now?"

"I remember you just didn't have a good appetite before, how did you make your body like this?" Gu Changxi seemed to be puzzled and completely confused.

"It's just getting old." Jiang Song said vaguely, then hummed again, "It hurts."

"How old are you?" Gu Changxi asked him in a low voice, and the movements of his subordinates slowed down by two points.

Jiang Song closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After about a few minutes, he was about to fall asleep but didn't fall asleep. He only felt that Gu Changxi's arms were tightly wrapped around him, and something soft and cool touched his forehead.

What is this bastard doing all day long?

Fortunately, although Gu Changxi has a fierce mouth, he is still reliable in taking care of people.

Especially the technique of rubbing the stomach has not deteriorated over the years.

In the past, Jiang Song occasionally ate inappropriately, and he would have an upset stomach at night.

The boy put his arms around his waist and protected his stomach for the whole night.

Sometimes when Jiang Song woke up in the middle of the night, the boy was dazed and still rubbing him subconsciously.

"Don't rub it anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Song patted the boy on the back and let him sleep.

"Go to sleep, you have to go on a business trip tomorrow." The boy spoke vaguely, and reached out to touch the other side of his body, "Is the quilt covered? Is there no air leakage?"

How filial Gu Changxi was back then.

Jiang Song was a little cold and his body was lumpy.

Gu Changxi checked the quilt that wrapped him, and carefully tucked it up.

"Mr. Jiang, doesn't your company have a regular physical examination every year?" Gu Changxi said abruptly, as if he saw through his pretending to be asleep.

Jiang Song pretended for a while and couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Yes, every year. If you are curious, you can check."

"I've never been curious about things prepared by others in advance." This evil has begun again.

"..." Jiang Song was uncomfortable, too lazy to quarrel with him, "Believe it or not."

"Does it still hurt? If it doesn't hurt, get up and eat." Gu Changxi's tone was very strong, and he didn't look like he was treating a patient at all.

Jiang Song didn't have a good temper, "It's uncomfortable, don't eat."

Gu Changxi caught his good hand and held it in his hand.

Jiang Song opened his eyes a little, to see what kind of moth he was about to attack.

But he saw Gu Changxi holding his palm carefully, slowly tearing off the medical tape, and pulling out the infusion needle very neatly.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Jiang Song's right hand was hurt, and Gu Changxi pressed the pinhole with cotton wool.

"Okay." Jiang Song opened his eyes and tried to sit up from him, "It's over."

"Don't move around." Gu Changxi frowned, "Whether you say it or not, I will definitely figure it out."

Jiang Song knew what he was talking about.

But since he was almost broken by a nurse at the clinic in the early hours of the morning, he had already encrypted all his medical records in the hospital.

No matter how long Gu Changxi extended his hand, he couldn't touch the patient's privacy.

Without waiting for Jiang Song's response, Gu Changxi carried him to the restaurant with a quilt.

Jiang Song was puzzled by his behavior.

But he doesn't have much strength now, he might not be able to walk by himself, so he will go.

By the way, I would like to sigh that it is good to be young, and there is so much strength that there is no place to use it.

Gu Changxi brought a cup of soup and put it in front of him, "Drink."

Jiang Song lifted the lid of the porcelain cup, and the soup inside was the same color as black tea.

He scooped it up with a spoon, but there was no dry ingredients at all, it was all soup.

But the soup is very thick, with the aroma of fungi and seafood.

Although his body has been affected in recent years, Jiang Song is deaf and blind, but his sense of smell and taste has not deteriorated much.

He took a sip of the soup and tasted the flavors of fish maw, abalone and mushroom.

The base soup must be stewed chicken and ham, revealing a rich meat aroma.

"This Buddha's Tiao...you stewed the soup?" Jiang Song has eaten so many Buddha's Tiaoqiang in so many places since he was a child, but this one tastes very special.

It's not that it's not authentic or delicious.

It's just that no matter how good a restaurant is, it won't use such materials.

It seems that every ingredient is the best, but in the end they are all filtered out with a spoonful, leaving only the soup.

"It was a gift from someone else." Gu Changzhen replied casually.

"Well, have you stewed all night?" Jiang Song asked casually.

"You'll grow old overnight..." Gu Changxi frowned, "Eat quietly."

Jiang Song didn't like him, "I feel sick to my stomach, I just think about it without talking, the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I get."

Gu Changxi opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He squatted down beside him, put his hand on his upper abdomen and pressed lightly a few times, and asked unwillingly, "It still hurts?"

In fact, it was much better after being rubbed by Gu Changxi on the bed for a while, and a few sips of hot soup also ironed a lot.

But Jiang Song didn't want to look at his face now, so he showed his weakness more, "It hurts."

Gu Changxi squatted beside him and rubbed his stomach, his thick eyebrows were tightly knit.

Jiang Song couldn't even drink the soup, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, if you die, who will pay your debt?" Gu Changxi answered seriously, as if he was really thinking about this question.

"..." If it wasn't really boring, Jiang Song really wanted to do it himself to end this evil.

"If I die before the debt is repaid, the entire Jiang family will pay you, isn't that enough?" Jiang Song swallowed the soup in his mouth and said slowly.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but there was some thick emotion in Gu Changxi's eyes, which actually made those golden eyes turn a little blood red.

He remembered the time he wanted to give Gu Changyi chocolate at the airport a few years ago.

Jiang Song was taken aback, put down the spoon, and stroked Gu Changzhen's back lightly, "What's wrong? Don't worry, don't worry, didn't you ask me first, what should I do if I die?"

"Mr. Jiang, don't get me wrong," Gu Changxi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled reluctantly, "Money is second, I'm just curious, how are you going to repay the debt like last night?"

Jiang Song didn't care about getting angry with him, and reached out to wipe away the tears that had slid down his chin, "What's going on? What tears are you shedding? Don't worry, huh?"

Gu Changxi raised his head and looked at him without blinking, as if he was completely unaware that he was crying.

His voice was still calm, "Mr. Jiang, from now on, I will keep an eye on you all the time until you pay off the debt."

**

Jiang Song rested at home for two days, and finally realized Gu Changxi's "every moment" deeply.

Apart from taking a shower and going to the toilet, Gu Changxi seldom left his side.

"Don't you need to work?" Jiang Song woke up, and saw Gu Changxi watching again.

He was holding a notebook on his lap, and seemed to be looking up something.

Jiang Song was quite worried that Gu Changxi had dug He Yilan out, after all he had other uses for keeping that child.

"I'm working." Gu Changxi seemed to feel uncomfortable if he didn't say anything, "Mr. Jiang just needs to take care of your own body and don't have to worry about others."

……Row.

Jiang Song obediently rested at home for two days as ordered by his creditor.

Probably because he hasn't rested so peacefully for a long time, Jiang Song sleeps deeply and for a long time every time he sleeps.

Sometimes it was still dark when I fell asleep, but it was almost noon when I woke up.

When he was a little tired, he would lie down and eat as soon as he opened his eyes.

My stomach didn't hurt before, and my waist was even soft to the touch, probably because I had gained some flesh.

Xing Ce heard that he was not feeling well, so he went to see him once with something in his hand.

He was still asleep at that time, and it was Gu Changxi who went to open the door.

"Uncle Xing." Facing Xing Ce, Gu Changxi was still polite.

But when Xing Ce saw him, his scalp went numb, "Where's Jiang Song?"

"Asleep." Gu Changzhen's voice was neither soft nor heavy, it could be heard clearly, but it wouldn't disturb the sleeping person.

He was wearing a gray woolen cardigan and dark khaki pants. He looked very relaxed, not as aggressive as he was outside.

"Oh." Xing Ce relaxed a little, and couldn't help asking him: "Didn't he have a fever after that? Did he still have a stomachache?"

Gu Changxi let him into the room, "Not at all."

Xing Ce handed him a big bag of food, "My mother is afraid that no one will take care of him, so it's all in a fresh-keeping box. If you don't have time to take care of him, just let him heat it up by himself. "

He added, "I'm going on a business trip in two days, or I'll come here by myself."

Gu Changxi was silent for a few seconds, "If Uncle Xing is worried, why not go in and have a look at him."

Xing Ce can take a look if he wants to, Jiang Song is at home, this little brat can't do anything to him, can he?

Besides, if you really fight, you may not suffer a disadvantage.

If Jiang Song can still wake up and call the police.

The curtains in Jiang Song's room were drawn, and the light was dim.

There was an inconspicuous bulge on the bed, which slowly rose and fell with Jiang Song's breathing.

It's all here, Xing Ce simply went to the bedside to take a closer look.

Jiang Song's face was slightly pink, a rare healthy color.

His slightly sunken cheeks also bulged a little, not to mention his age.

His breathing was slow and long, and he was deeply asleep at first glance.

He watched by the bed for a while, Jiang Song didn't even turn over.

Xing Ce walked out of the bedroom lightly, and saw Gu Changxi putting the food in the bag into the refrigerator bit by bit, and seemed to be able to recognize the young man who had been considerate to Jiang Song.

He walked over and sighed slightly, "He's not in good health, not very well, if you want to stay here, you should take care of him."

Completely different from the bluntness he treated Jiang Song, Gu Changxi replied modestly to Xing Ce, "It should."

He put a box of side dishes into the refrigerator, casually, "Mr. Jiang's health is much worse than I thought, but looking at his medical records, there doesn't seem to be any major problems?"

Alarm bells rang in Xing Ce's mind.

Sure enough, this little beast is not as simple as he thought. He pretended to be a dog, but he came to talk so quickly.

"Didn't I tell you, did I tell you? He's just old, he's too old, and he's tired because of the many company affairs." Xing Ce played sloppy with him.

"Oh." Gu Changzhen's face showed a little confusion, "Then Mr. Jiang did general anesthesia before, Uncle Xing must remember it?"

Of course Xing Ce remembered.

Back then, Jiang Song had a car accident and suffered multiple comminuted fractures. He was nailed with steel nails and plates.

The hospital took him apart and sewed him up several times like repairing a computer, not to mention those big and small accidents.

Many times, Xing Ce felt that he couldn't make it through.

"General anesthesia?" Xing Ce scratched his head, "Maybe, did you have appendicitis surgery before?"

Gu Changxi's smile trembled, and he said slowly, "This is the first time I know that a person can have seven appendices?"

It started.

Xing Ce always felt that Gu Changxi gave people a very strange feeling.

If he was angry, it wouldn't be so terrible.

But if he laughed, he always felt that he was going to break someone's neck in the next second.

Gu Changxi's sense of oppression is close to the threat of a predator to its prey, why doesn't Jiang Song seem to feel it?

He didn't want to stay with Gu Changxi for a second.

Xing Ce turned and walked towards the door, "You, you are so curious, you should ask him yourself."

Gu Changxi was not in a hurry, but followed him gently, "Uncle Xing, go slowly."

Xing Ce didn't hit a single knock, and hurried away.

Jiang Song finished his short break and no longer needed to take a taxi to and from get off work.

Gu Changxi did what he said, he greeted Secretary Zhou directly, moved a part of his office to Jiang Songna, and went to and from get off work with him.

As a debtor, Jiang Song has no right to speak at all.

The two things that have been discussed in the company recently are "Boss Jiang can still become more beautiful" and "What exactly is Gu's Energy going to do to us".

Gu Changxi came to him to work, which still troubled Jiang Song.

Because that kid He Yilan has become devoted to Jiang Song since the incident last time, and would run to his office to give him this and that if he had nothing to do.

Sometimes it's snacks, sometimes it's some inexplicable and seemingly useless gadgets.

I don't know if it's Jiang Song's overheartedness, but he always feels that Gu Changxi's eyes on He Yilan are not very friendly.

Moreover, He Yilan may have only one or two strings in his mind, and he actually asked Jiang Song in front of Gu Changxi: "Last time you asked me to make the Trojan horse software for you, I have finished it, when will you take a look?"

Looking at Gu Changzhen's eyebrows, he raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Song could only laugh dryly, "The company is confidential, let's discuss it in private."

Gu Changxi regained his expressionless face.

He Yilan felt that he might have said the wrong thing, and after a while, he came back to deliver milk to Jiang Song, with the same lines as last time, "This...is fresh."

Gu Changxi, who was silent for a long time, spoke slowly, "The intelligence employees of your company don't even know if their boss can drink milk?"

Jiang Song coughed loudly twice, "Xiaohe, I don't drink milk, so don't bring food here in the future. You go back to work first, and don't come here again."

"Oh." He Yilan went out in a low voice.

Jiang Song couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Gu Changxi, just as he was about to teach him a few words, an email from Xing Ce popped up in his mailbox: Arrangements have been made at Baiyun Mountain, please take a look at the attachment, there are not too many problems and it can pass in two days .

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