Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

After Jiang Song was in the hospital for a few days, Gu Changxi was also "hospitalized".

Moreover, the hospital's vacancies suddenly became very tight. Gu Changxi's "patients" who had been making waves in the stock market couldn't even get a separate ward, and squeezed Jiang Song's escort bed every day.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, both ends have to withstand it when lying down.

Jiang Song was worried that this boy would not be able to rest well, so he yelled at him a few times, "You can go back to the company if you have nothing to do, it's not appropriate to always ask Secretary Zhou to send materials over."

"It doesn't matter whether it's appropriate or not. If I spend enough money to hire him, he doesn't need to complain. It's like Mr. Jiang owes me money, and he doesn't need to arrange where I go." Gu Changzhen took his temperature for him , pulling the quilt over his chest.

Jiang Song has gradually gotten used to Gu Changxi's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

He rolled over, put his hands on his stomach, and soon fell asleep again.

He has been much better in the past two days, he no longer needs support when he walks, and he can eat more food.

It's just that he is still mentally short, except for eating and going to the toilet, he sleeps most of the time.

Jiang Song fell asleep, and Gu Changxi sent a message to Secretary Zhou by the bedside: [How is the investigation of the car accident? 】

Secretary Zhou replied quickly: [Indeed, as you said, Mr. Jiang's driver's license was permanently suspended five years ago. At that time, a couple surnamed He died in a car accident. 】

He surnamed.

Gu Changzhen's eyes narrowed slightly: [Where's Jiang Song?How was he? 】

Secretary Zhou sent him a record: [At that time, Mr. Jiang released the information because Mr. Jiang was unwell, and Director Xing contacted the partner on his behalf.Mr. Jiang himself has not been seen in public for about a year and a half, and I compared the before and after photos, and he was obviously thinner after returning to the public eye. 】

Gu Changzhen's eyes fell on the "one and a half years", and he typed: [The records at the time of the car accident, can you check it? 】

It took a while for Secretary Zhou's message to arrive: [Checked.The monitoring at that time could only see that Mr. Jiang was speeding in violation of regulations, hit a small truck on the temporary parking belt, and then turned down the slope from the edge of the guardrail, and the rear was beyond the imaging range of the monitoring. 】

Gu Changxi sent him a screenshot showing Jiang Song's timetable for going on vacation for more than five days in recent years.

[Check, during these time periods, check all the records of critically ill patients received by all hospitals.In his age range, the critical illness files caused by external forces were screened to me one by one in chronological order. 】

【Okay, Mr. Gu. 】

"Hmm..." Jiang Song snorted suddenly as he fell asleep, and curled up.

Gu Changxi put down his phone and reached out to protect his abdomen, "It hurts again?"

Jiang Song's appetite has always been mediocre, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable at noon, and he lay down after eating two mouthfuls of egg custard.

Gu Changxi asked the doctor several times, and they all said that there was nothing wrong with the results of the comprehensive physical examination, but that the long-term living habits were not good, and the body was weak due to disordered work, rest and diet.

Now Jiang Song felt a dull pain in his stomach again, and was sweating drowsily.

Gu Changxi put his hands on his upper abdomen, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Jiang Song's waist has no flesh at all, even his stomach is slightly sunken, and it is easy to touch the edges of his pelvis and ribs.

Being rubbed by him, Jiang Song's body relaxed a little, but the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Gu Changxi leaned closer to him, patted his back to comfort him, "It still hurts?"

Jiang Song didn't make a sound, grabbed his hand and pressed hard into his stomach.

There was more and more sweat on his head, and his face was buried in the pillow, as if trying to suppress the painful groans.

"Shhh, don't move anymore." Gu Changxi bent down and picked him up from the hospital bed, letting him lean into his arms.

Jiang Song is extremely light.

He is obviously a slender adult man, but he has almost no weight in Gu Changxi's arms.

This posture seemed to make Jiang Song more comfortable, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

As soon as he frowned, Gu Changxi rubbed his stomach for him, and he fell asleep again not long after.

Gu Changxi looked at his sleeping face, and gently pulled his neckline a little.

Jiang Song buried himself slightly in his arms, revealing the mottled scars on his neck.

Gu Changxi stared at the scars, lowered his head slowly, and pressed his cheek to the cool skin.

He closed his reddish eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already cold and clear.

When Xing Ce opened the door and came in, he saw Gu Changxi hugging him, and almost got scared out again.

After looking at the ward number again, he came in again, and asked under his breath, "Why did you pick him up?"

"His stomach is uncomfortable and he can't lie down because of the pain." Gu Changxi tucked Jiang Song's quilt and replied softly.

"Oh..." Xing Ce's expression was a bit complicated, "I have completed the discharge procedures, and I will leave when I wake up?"

"Let's go now, he won't be able to rest here." Gu Changxi reached for the quilt and wrapped him carefully from head to toe.

"Push, push a bed?" Xing Ce asked, but he was a little worried that Jiang Song would be woken up by the movement of the bed.

"No need for Uncle Xing, I'll just carry him back." Gu Changxi spoke very lightly and gently, and Xing Ce almost wondered if he had changed into a white-eyed wolf.

Gu Changxi easily hugged Jiang Song, and left the ward under Xing Ce's hesitant gaze.

Jiang Song opened his eyes, the crystal ceiling lamp above his head flickered in the dark bedroom.

It was chosen by Gu Changxi when he was in school, and he said that the appearance was simple and not dazzling.

He didn't expect that he would already be home when he woke up. Looking at Gu Changxi, who was resting by the bed, he was a little confused, "You sent me back? How did you get in?"

Xing Ce didn't know the password of the gate of his house.

Gu Changxi had just closed his eyes and put his hands on his chest, "I verified it with your fingerprints."

Jiang Song looked up at him, "What about the day I had a fever? How did you come in?"

As soon as he turned on the light that day, Gu Changzhen rushed in.

Gu Changxi still didn't open his eyes, "Mr. Jiang is in a coma and doesn't remember whether he closed the door or not?"

"Do you know the password?" Jiang Song smiled, "Then if you stay at my house in the future, I don't have to stay at home to open the door for you, right?"

"It's really not necessary." Gu Changyi's eyes slightly opened a slit, reflecting the soft light of the ground lamp, "I was not responsible for my assets before, and almost caused huge economic losses. The responsibility for this part lies with me, so I'm going to amend our agreement."

Although he lived with Jiang Song before, they only lived under the same roof.

Gu Changxi is very busy with work, Jiang Song rarely sees him except for meal time.

Although the agreement with Gu Changxi no longer had any equality at all, Jiang Song was not afraid at all when he heard him say that, and even smiled slightly, "What do you want?"

"No matter what the reason, you can't disappear from my sight for more than an hour." Gu Changxi spoke as if he was talking about business, without much emotion, "From the first second you leave , as long as the time passes, the interest on your debt will increase by [-]% per hour, and it will be included in the principal.”

Jiang Song looked very surprised, "Good guy, it's a huge profit."

"I have clearly stated this with Secretary Zhou. The contract will be drafted and delivered tomorrow. But it will take effect from today. Does Mr. Jiang have any objections?" Gu Changxi looked down at him.

"I don't dare to have any opinions, so you can do whatever you say." Jiang Song smiled, propped up his body and wanted to sit up, but couldn't help but frowned.

Gu Changxi was still looking like he was doing business just now, but now he quickly supported him with his hands and eyes, and his voice became tense uncontrollably, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just dizziness after sleeping for a long time." Jiang Song gently pushed his hand away, stepped on the slippers and stood up.

After putting some water out, Jiang Song saw Gu Changzhen standing at the door of the bathroom, "What are you doing standing here? You haven't had a good rest in the hospital these days, and your room is cleaned every day. It's clean. of."

"I'm afraid Mr. Jiang didn't understand what I meant just now. When I said 'no more than one hour', I meant 24 hours including the whole day." Gu Changxi said calmly.

"24 hours?" Jiang Song repeated inexplicably, "You fell asleep that night, and I was no longer in your sight. Then early tomorrow morning, let alone my current assets, I am afraid that my assets in the next few lifetimes will be lost." I have to mortgage it to you, right?"

"It's very simple. Mr. Jiang can set the alarm clock to wake me up every hour. I don't have any problems at all." Gu Changxi's expression was very natural, without the slightest hint of joking, "Or you can let me use another feel your presence."

"For example?" Jiang Song slandered how this little brat is so proficient in kicking his nose and face.

But Gu Changxi did take care of him in the hospital for several days, it was considered that the past few years were not in vain.

He didn't bother to bother with those annoying bastard words a while ago.

"For example, Mr. Jiang can ask to sleep next to me." Gu Changxi calmly made a suggestion.

How many years have I slept with this little brat, and now Gu Changxi has seen all the injuries on his body, so there is nothing to hide.

So it doesn't matter if Jiang Song doesn't sleep together.

It's just that he was amused by Gu Changzhen's seriousness, "Okay, I solemnly request to sleep next to you."

Gu Changxi didn't show satisfaction or dissatisfaction with his answer, but just turned his eyes lightly, and gave a very soft "um", like the most casual answer.

There is one more person on the bed, but it still feels a little different.

Jiang Song's sense of smell has fully recovered, and he can smell that Gu Changxi used his body wash.

The clean aura on Gu Changxi's body was filled with the sweet pear fragrance he was familiar with.

When he was a kid, Gu Changzhen liked to use his shower gel.

But every time the housekeeping brought toiletries, Gu Changxi had to choose a different scent, pretending that he used something different from Jiang Song.

Jiang Song didn't understand, but he didn't expose it either.

Children, you can do whatever you like.

After all, a person's life is so long, and only a few years can be willful.

He slept a lot during the day, and Jiang Song tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. He looked at Gu Changzhen on the other side of the bed, as if he was in a deep sleep.

As soon as he got up from the bed, Gu Changxi said, "Where are you going?"

"I can't sleep, so I went to the study to write a few words." Jiang Song sat propped up on the edge of the bed, his pajamas were loose, and the dim light of the night light cast a layer of melting light on his pale skin.

"It's just right, I can't sleep either." Gu Changxi got up and looked at him, "Since Mr. Jiang wants to write, why don't I ask for a seal today."

Gu Changxi said he was begging, but there was no intention of negotiating in his tone.

Writing is also writing, and writing on the printed surface is also writing.

Jiang Song didn't argue with him, and let him follow to the study.

In the past, he taught Gu Changzhen how to write, grinding and embellishing the pen is the most basic.

He spread out a piece of paper in the palm of his hand, and Gu Changxi had already grinded the ink quietly by the side.

"What's the content?" Jiang Song glanced in the cabinet, picked out a cinnabar hibiscus jelly button, and pressed it hard on the rice paper in his hand.

Gu Changxi looked at the size of the jade seal in his hand, "Just write 'Gu's Private Collection'."

"Book collection chapter?" Jiang Song tilted his head and thought for a moment, and suggested: "Will it be too straightforward? 'Zang Zhi Chang Li' might be more appropriate."

"It's not a chapter book, but it's written according to what you said." It was about late at night, and Gu Changzhen's expression relaxed a lot, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Song were not so dark and tense.

"Yin Wen Yang Wen?" Jiang Song dipped his pen in the ink and looked up at him.

"Yang Wen, Miao Zhuan." Gu Changxi stood by the table, waiting for him to write.

Miao Zhuan is twisted and twisted, which is relatively easy to learn but difficult to write well in seal script.

But it is not a problem for Jiang Song.

He bowed slightly, because he couldn't bear the strength on his body, so he could only support the table slightly.

Looking from behind, he has a slender back and straight shoulders, which are smoothly gathered into a soft waist.

It's like a tough bamboo that is struggling.

His figure is a bit too thin, but his writing is extremely stable.

The shape of the characters is square, horizontal and vertical, and the smooth strokes fill the top grid, writing the four characters "Changxi Zangzhi" with a simple and suave meaning.

Stopping the pen, Jiang Song stood up straight with the support of the table, and looked it up dissatisfiedly, "The charm is not enough, the writing is trembling, or I will start again some other day..."

"No need." Gu Changxi interrupted him, "No need to rewrite."

Jiang Song was a little embarrassed, "But now, I have no problem with writing on the seal, and Zhang Zi may not be able to engrave it."

"Give me the printing bed and carving knife." Gu Changxi stretched out his hand to him naturally.

Jiang Song didn't know that Gu Changzhen could engrave it, because he had never taught it.

So standing on the side of the dust mat, he was always worried that Gu Changxi would stab his hand.

But Gu Changzhen's movements were very neat, from drafting to punching and cutting in one go, he really quickly polished a seal.

"Subsidy." Gu Changxi handed him the seal.

"You engraved the seal, and you can engrave the margin." Jiang Song doesn't have much strength to write, and the margin engraving is probably even more unreliable.

"Engrave whatever you want, whatever you want to engrave." Gu Changxi couldn't help but stuff the seal into his hand.

Jiang Song could only bite the bullet and rushed up a row of "Jiang Song published stones".

"A seal?" Jiang Song asked.

Generally, when a new seal is engraved, it is necessary to seal the seal with the historical paper, and it is right to keep it as a souvenir.

Just like the "Painted by Song Song" written by the young boy Gu Changzhen back then, Jiang Song also made the seal seriously, and it is still sealed on the first page of his seal collection.

"No need." Gu Changxi's golden eyes looked a little lazy, looking at Jiang Song's clean wrist exposed outside his pajamas, "I'll wait until the day the seal is opened, and it won't be too late."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-0211:16:35~2021-09-0318:19:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Leng Junqing and Lanfeng; 6 bottles of cuteness; 2 bottles of Shi Yi;

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