Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"...Since the exposure of fraudulent donations last week, Wu's corporate holdings have plunged sharply. Among them, Wujiang Asset Management, which is controlled by Wu's percentage, has plummeted by nearly [-] points. Will the shareholders believe that they have always made steady profits without losing money? Wu lost confidence in the stock market?" A financial program was being broadcast on TV, and the host was constantly analyzing the details of the recent stock market.

"In stark contrast, the [-] stocks controlled by Gu's Energy have all been red after the market opened. Some people in the industry believe that this year's stock market may undergo a major shake-up, and Gu's Energy may be able to replace the old trump card as a conqueror. But There are also people who believe that the Wu family is only temporarily impacted by public opinion, and will soon be revived with full blood..."

Jiang Song huddled on the sofa, pressed his nose with a tissue, and said in a nasal voice, "How is Yang Guangyuan?"

"The leg was broken and enlarged, and he was bleeding heavily. After he came out of the ICU, he went to the police station for investigation. The Wu family didn't show up. His conviction is a certainty, but it's a matter of ten years or 20 years. "Xing Ce stared at the little medicine left in his infusion bottle, and said unhurriedly.

"Where is Xiaohe?" Jiang Song wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, and changed the paper for wiping his nose.

"He's checking, but the data is all multi-encrypted. He tried several algorithms and was banned." Xing Ce touched his forehead, "How long did it take for your fever to subside? First, less, less Fuck it, the company has it, and I'm staring at you, why are you afraid."

"It's not that I'm afraid." Jiang Song sighed slightly, but didn't say anything else.

After Jiang Song finished a bottle of medicine, Xing Ce refilled the next bottle for him, and looked at his face, "The surname is Gu Nasun, where is the grandson? Why haven't I seen him for so many days?"

When he came back from Baiyun Mountain, Gu Changxi drove away by himself without saying a word, and he didn't go back to Jiang Song's house after he came back.

The villa on the opposite side would occasionally turn on the lights. I don't know if it was Gu Changzhen who came back or Secretary Zhou who came to fetch things for him.

"I don't know," Jiang Song felt dizzy, and leaned on the cushion on the sofa to close his eyes. "Didn't the news come out just now? Gu's stocks have risen very well, so he must be busy with work."

"Little white-eyed wolf... You feel so uncomfortable, he is good, come and take a look." Xing Ce couldn't help complaining.

But Jiang Song seemed unwilling to mention Gu Changxi, and Xing Ce had new worries, "It's like this all day long, infusion, infusion, and infusion, and you don't even see you take a bite of food!"

Jiang Songkuan smiled kindly, "What does he see me doing? And it's just a cold. Isn't there something like glucoamino acid in the infused medicine? It doesn't matter if you eat or not."

"If it wasn't for you to lie down, I would be now, I will beat you!" Xing Cexu said with a bit of Jiang Song's hand, "This is the way to get there, you don't feel bad for yourself, you feel distressed and hurt me ? Three meals a day, two bites? Just two bites?"

"I really can't eat it." Jiang Song didn't lie to him. He tried his best to eat at first, but after eating, his stomach kept panting, and he still wanted to vomit it out.

It was all in vain, and it was even more uncomfortable to vomit.

"Hey!" Xing Ce shook his head and sighed, "You are more difficult than my son, and you have a lot to support!"

Seeing that Jiang Song was weak again, he pulled the quilt up for him, "Fine, the kids in the office said they wanted to come and see you, but I didn't, let them come. After all, you've only just subsided from the fever, and they're here." It's also a mess."

"Don't come, tell them what you want, I'll take it." Jiang Song fought with his eyelids up and down, "You go back too, the whole family, don't just waste time with me. How is my auntie's leg?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." It was true that Xing Ce still had something to do, so he took his temperature again, told him a few words and left.

Jiang Song set an alarm clock, slowed down the flow rate of the infusion, and slept with his head covered for two hours.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, so he pulled out the medicine left at the bottom of one bottle, flushed the indwelling needle with anticoagulant, and got up from the sofa.

He was still very dizzy, and moved to the toilet bit by bit while holding on to the table and chair.

Fortunately, after standing up for a while, the dizziness was relieved, and the eyes could be opened.

Through the kitchen window, he could just see the house opposite.

There was a new Mulsanne parked at the door, but the lights in the room were off.

Jiang Songyang raised his eyebrows, "Are you back?"

In the past few days since he returned home, he has not seen Gu Changzhen's car, at most he saw his house's lights on.

Now that the car is back, the house looks impersonal.

The plaster plaster on Jiang Song's hand was removed. Although it was not very convenient to move around, he was able to dress himself more or less.

He found a few thick clothes to wrap himself up, put on his scarf and hat, and prepared to go to the opposite side to have a look.

The beginning of spring has passed, but the weather in the north has not warmed up.

Jiang Song didn't dare to be sloppy, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he could still feel the north wind blowing into his collar.

He rang the doorbell several times, but there was no movement inside.

"Aren't you here?" He breathed a sigh of relief into his hands.

It was too cold outside, and just as he was about to turn around and go back, he heard a crisp sound inside the house, as if something had broken.

Jiang Song patted on the door a few times, "Changxi, Gu Changhui?"

There were slow footsteps inside, but it didn't sound like they were coming to open the door.

Jiang Song was a little anxious, and entered Gu Changxi's birthday on the combination lock.

"Drip, the password is wrong." The cold electronic voice sounded.

For the four modern idiots, birthdays are used as passwords.

Gu Changxi really shouldn't be as stupid as him, let alone someone who would use his birthday as a password.

But for a while, he couldn't think of any number that would have special meaning to Gu Changxi.

There was some commotion in the house.

"There won't be thieves?" Jiang Song leaned over to the window and looked in.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

He stood at the door, staring at the combination lock, frowning.

He lost another date to get in, and the door opened from the inside just before the last place.

The moment the door opened, there was a strong smell of tobacco mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

Gu Changxi stood in the door, looking down at him with displeasure, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Song blinked, and said truthfully: "I see your car is parked at the door, and the lights are not on at home."

"Does it have something to do with you?" Gu Changxi spoke slowly, as if drunk.

Kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, Jiang Song's heart was half cold, but his face did not show, "Didn't you say you were staying at my house before? You haven't come back these days, and you haven't said anything."

"Mr. Jiang, I'm staying at your house. I'm just exercising a creditor's right, not fulfilling any obligation. I can go whenever I want, and I won't go if I don't want to. Do I need to explain to you?" Gu Changxi looked at him coldly. he.

There was a gust of wind blowing at the door, and Jiang Song's energy accumulated after sleeping for half an afternoon was almost exhausted.

His patience ran out, and he didn't bother to talk much, "Okay, excuse me then."

He turned around and walked back, the soles of his feet were light, and he subconsciously supported him when he passed by a tree.

Gu Changzhen's eyes were very sharp, and he saw the indwelling needle in his hand immediately.

He followed up in two steps, and twisted Jiang Song with one hand.

Jiang Song burned for a few days, and he didn't have any strength in his body. He couldn't help him grabbing like this, and he couldn't help shaking in pain.

Gu Changxi loosened his hand slightly, and put his arm around his waist instead, "Are you sick?"

Having not eaten much, Jiang Song's waist, which had no flesh, was obviously thinner, and it was almost empty in his arms.

"It's nothing, it's just a cold." Jiang Song didn't want to talk anymore, and pushed Gu Changxi away a little, "I have nothing to do, I'll go back first."

However, Gu Changzhen withdrew his hand and hugged him tightly, "Are you sick again?"

He seemed to have drunk a lot, and the smell of alcohol was obvious when he got close to it.

After touching Jiang Song's forehead, he almost gnashed his teeth and repeated, "Are you sick again?"

Jiang Song wanted to stand up by himself, but couldn't help retorting, "Why, is it part of my obligation to repay the debt by explaining my illness to the creditor?"

These angry words didn't seem to anger Gu Changxi, but rather inspired him.

He didn't say anything, grabbed Jiang Song's waist and walked back.

Jiang Song didn't want to follow him, but he was not as strong as him, and he was almost carried back by him.

Gu Changxi's house is not much warmer than outside, and there is a strong smell of smoke, as if it was overheated.

The furnishings of the room are very simple, and some things are even covered with white cloth.

A Bowmore was thrown on the ground, and the waves of gold-embedded glass and amber-colored wine were scattered on the snow-white carpet, which should have been smashed on the wall before falling down.

When passing by the broken glass, Gu Changxi used a little force to lift Jiang Song off the ground by the waist.

He put Jiang Song on the sofa, "Don't walk around."

Jiang Song was in a bad mood, wondering why Gu Changxi brought himself into the house.

He didn't listen to him, and stood up slowly while leaning on the sofa, his eyes were completely dark, and he couldn't help shaking.

Fortunately, Gu Changzhen didn't go far, and he supported him as soon as he stretched out his hand.

His voice was rarely angry: "I told you not to walk around."

Jiang Song was too uncomfortable to speak, so he could only let him push himself back on the sofa.

He started to feel sick again, but there was nothing in his stomach, just dry nausea.

Gu Changxi squatted down in front of him.

Before Jiang Song figured out what he was going to do, the shoes were taken off and his ankles were grasped by his hands.

Even in the thickest clothes, Jiang Song didn't feel warm at first, but after blowing outside for a while, his whole body became cold.

Gu Changxi was only wearing a shirt and trousers, but his palms were warm.

After turning on the heating system of the sofa, he held Jiang Song's ankle for a while, wrapped his legs and feet with a blanket, and put them back on the sofa.

"Don't let me see you moving around again," he repeated.

The smell of smoke in the room was not annoying, and it even made Jiang Song feel safe after his body temperature warmed up.

Jiang Song was inconvenient to roll up his coat and pants, so he took them off under the blanket.

He leaned on the sofa, gradually being swept away by tiredness.

Faintly, he heard Gu Changxi on the phone, "...a week?...What do you mean you can't eat? Don't you have the best relationship with him?...What did the doctor say? You don't care if he doesn't eat? He said he wouldn’t eat it if he didn’t eat it?”

Although Gu Changxi was very fierce, Xing Ce could only be on the other end of the phone.

Even if Xing Ce has a bad mouth, he seldom suffers from quarrels, so Jiang Song has nothing to worry about.

Sure enough, after a while, Gu Changzhen's voice gradually stabilized, "...Okay, okay, I understand."

When Jiang Song heard that there was no arguing, he relaxed and squinted on the sofa again.

He felt that he had only slept for a few seconds before the lights in the room were turned on.

Gu Changxi came over with a bowl and sat down beside him, "Get up."

Jiang Song raised his eyelids, "Huh?"

Gu Changxi put the bowl on the table, "Get up and eat."

Jiang Song buried his face in the pillow to avoid the light, "No need to eat."

"It's not up to you whether you need to eat or not." Gu Changzhen's thick eyebrows were twisted together, "Get up."

"...Uncomfortable." Xing Ce called him before, and he dismissed him like this.

Gu Changxi supported his neck and dug him out of the blanket a little roughly.

Jiang Song's discomfort is not pretending, he really doesn't want to eat a mouthful of rice, and he feels sick when he smells the rice.

The light made his eyes hurt, and he instinctively hid in Gu Changxi's shoulder socket, pressing his eyes.

The faint smell of tobacco on Gu Changxi's body stroked his nerves, suppressing the feeling of irritability.

"You have two choices," Gu Changxi's voice was suppressed and low, "either you can tell me clearly why you are sick like this, or you can honestly eat your meal."

Jiang Song grabbed his shirt for help, "I was frozen in the mountains for a day, and I had a cold and a fever, that's it."

"Fever? Who can have a fever for a week after catching a cold?" Gu Changxi supported his waist, not letting him struggle, "You don't have to avoid the serious ones, I'm not just asking this time."

"It's true that it's not just because of catching a cold. I'm old and my immune system is low, okay?" Jiang Song was a little panting after speaking, his fingers clenched involuntarily.

Gu Changxi stared at him for a while, then supported his back and patted him lightly, "You can eat as soon as you are told, don't play me lightly."

Jiang Song was afraid when he thought of the discomfort after eating.

He tried to explain to Gu Changxi, "I can still infuse nutrition solution when I go home at night, I really don't need to eat."

Gu Changxi didn't say anything for a long time, and finally picked up the bowl by himself, "Why don't you want to eat? What's wrong with the meal?"

Judging by his appearance, he was planning to fight a protracted war with himself.

Jiang Song didn't have the energy to confront him, so he could only tell the truth: "I can't eat, I will vomit."

Gu Changzhen's voice softened, "Just eat a little bit and take your time, isn't it okay?"

When Gu Changxi was fighting with him, Jiang Song didn't bother to talk to him, but he couldn't bear to refute his face when this brat spoke so loudly.

Jiang Song took the bowl, and saw that it was a bowl of boiled white rice porridge that was soft and rotten. He chopped a little green vegetables and it was steaming.

He hasn't recovered from his cold yet, and he can't smell anything. He only feels that the rice grains are soft and smooth, and he drinks it warmly, but he doesn't seem to feel much.

The heating in the room was turned up, and he sweated slightly after drinking two spoonfuls of porridge.

It was comfortable, but he hadn't eaten for a long time, so he put down the bowl after drinking a little.

Gu Changxi followed the porridge bowl with his eyes, "Don't drink anymore?"

Jiang Song shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and pressed his stomach with his left hand.

He didn't want to dirty Gu Changyi's house, so he leaned on the sofa and got ready, "I'm going back."

"Are you angry?" Gu Changxi asked abruptly.

Jiang Song was a little surprised, "Why am I angry with the creditor?"

Gu Changxi replaced it with a declarative sentence, "You are angry with me."

Then he looked at Jiang Song again, "Don't think that I have any misunderstandings and attempts towards you. We are just a simple relationship of debt repayment."

The porridge bowl in his hand was still steaming.

Jiang Song almost wanted to laugh, "Yes, but Mr. Jiang, who is heavily in debt, is going home now, does Mr. Gu have any orders?"

His face was a little too pale, and when he spoke, his tone was relaxed, but his voice had no strength.

He frowned, pressed his chest, and clenched his teeth.

Gu Changxi immediately stood up to support him, and gently stroked his back, "Uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song was afraid that he would spit on him, so he frowned and pushed him a little.

Gu Changzhen refused to let him go, and kept patting him on the back, "Relax."

The nerves in the forehead twitched, and Jiang Song finally let go of the force on his body.

Gu Changxi hugged him and slowly sat on the sofa, covering his upper abdomen with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Don't be angry."

Jiang Song's eye circles were inexplicably hot, "When you were in Baiyun Mountain, if you have something to do, you can leave by yourself, no problem."

He breathed a sigh of relief, "But what do you mean you haven't shown up since you came back? Is it difficult to tell you something if you have something to do?"

In fact, according to his standpoint, he is not qualified to ask Gu Changxi to do anything.

He failed Gu Changxi first, and now he owes Gu Changxi a lot of money and messy things.

In Baiyun Mountain, it was Gu Changxi who saved himself, the "Mr. Jiang who has never met before".Without him, let alone punishing Yang Guangyuan, whether he has a whole body or not is another matter.

But Gu Changxi first disappeared for no reason, and then made the room a mess of cigarettes and alcohol.

It's okay if Jiang Song didn't see it, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw it, and couldn't help but want to ask.

After a moment of silence, Gu Changxi asked him back: "What about you?"

"After I went abroad, did you call me once? Did you answer the phone I called once? You can leave as soon as you say, but I can't? No matter what you have, is it difficult to tell me?"

Jiang Song narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then asked him softly, "Are you taking revenge on me?"

Gu Changxi looked back at him without fear, "Mr. Jiang seems to take himself too seriously."

"Okay." Jiang Song nodded, picked up his clothes and went out directly.

The door opened and closed, Gu Changxi turned his red eyes away.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2923:55:47~2021-08-3120:35:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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