Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Jiang Song opened his eyes, and in front of him were unfamiliar floor-to-ceiling windows and wine cabinets.

Although he had never been here before, but when he saw the cold dark gray style and the familiar whiskey in the cabinet, it was not difficult to guess that this was probably Gu Changxi's office.

He adjusted his breathing, adapting to the dizziness that often occurs after fainting.

He was alone in the room.

The door lock is two-way, and a key is required to open the door both inside and outside.

The mobile phone is not with me.

"You bastard." Jiang Song cursed secretly.

He looked around the office, but couldn't find the key.

All cabinets and drawers are locked with sets of locks, and even computers need fingerprints to power on.

I felt dizzy, and there was an indescribable dull pain in my stomach.

Jiang Song stood up and sat down again after a while.

He leaned back on the sofa and saw what seemed to be a very inconspicuous white spot on the inside of the foot of the table.

Thinking of the cufflinks, Jiang Song walked over and squatted down, leaning on the corner of the table, and picked up the white spot.

In the palm is a white tablet, oval with slightly pointed ends, a wide imprint in the middle, and letters on both sides spelling a "Seroquel".

Jiang Song stared at the pill for a while, trying to recall where he had seen this word before.

At this time, the lock on the door rang, Secretary Zhou came in and immediately came to help him, "Are you awake?"

Jiang Song held the medicine in his hand, and asked him politely, "Where's Gu Changzhen?"

Secretary Zhou helped him back to the sofa and brought him a glass of warm water, "Mr. Gu has gone out."

"Where did you go?" Jiang Song leaned on the sofa and had no strength to speak.

"Mr. Gu said that he will take you home when you wake up." Secretary Zhou replied respectfully and irrelevantly.

"Call him." Jiang Song was really uncomfortable, but in front of Secretary Zhou, he still sat up straight on the sofa.

In addition, if Gu Changzhen wanted to make trouble, he would make trouble with him, but judging from what he said, he probably knew something about the Wu family's affairs.

No matter how angry Gu Changxi is with himself, he will get angry at most.

He was afraid that he would single-handedly go to Wu's house.

The Wu family may not be able to compete with Gu Changxi in terms of financial resources, but after all, they have been the top snakes for so many years, and they have not followed the right path.

No matter how capable Gu Changxi is, it's fine if he doesn't suffer a loss, and if he suffers a loss, it will be a big loss.

"Mr. Gu said that we can't contact him if there is nothing important." Secretary Zhou looked at the sweat dripping from Jiang Song's face and felt guilty, "You...how about we go to the hospital now?"

"No." Jiang Song insisted, "Call him and ask him to come here now."

Secretary Zhou looked at him in a dilemma, "Don't make me difficult, Mr. Gu has always been the same as us."

Jiang Song felt as if his stomach had lost its size, and he directly confessed all his lunch on the carpet.

He was in a hurry to get angry all afternoon, and he didn't digest the food he ate at noon, and his stomach writhed directly.

Secretary Zhou was terrified. While patting him on the back, he wiped his face and hands with a piece of paper, "Don't worry, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Seeing that the little secretary was about to cry, Jiang Song softened his tone, "Bring me the phone, and I'll call him. If he wants to blame me, he will blame me."

The little secretary lowered his head and cleaned up the ground. Finally, seeing Jiang Song's face was really scary, he hesitated to give him his mobile phone.

Jiang Song dialed "1" to go out, but no one answered after several rings.

When the other side automatically hung up, he dialed again.

After repeating it three times, the connection was made over there, but no one spoke.

"Where have you been?" Jiang Song's voice was almost hoarse.

It was still quiet there.

"I'm asking you something, Gu Changxi! Where have you been?" His voice was so loud that his throat cracked.

"You'll go back to your house when you wake up, didn't Secretary Zhou tell you?" Gu Changxi didn't sound emotional.

Jiang Song came up stubbornly, and continued to ask him: "I asked where are you?"

"Where is 'Mutually Respected Friends'? Is it so important to you?" Gu Changxi asked him calmly.

Jiang Song took a deep breath and coughed uncontrollably, "Don't be angry with me, I can't be angry now."

Gu Changxi didn't speak again.

Jiang Song lowered his head, "I feel bad, you should come back quickly."

It took Gu Changxi a long time to say: "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital."

Jiang Song was so uncomfortable that he was a little speechless, but he still tried to stay awake, "Then if you are not busy, can you give me a ride?"

He had to call Gu Changxi back now, lest he did something irreparable, and all the evidence collected by Xing Ce and He Yilan would be meaningless.

"Can't Xiao Zhou send you off?" Gu Changxi still said in a cold tone, but there was a little rubbing sound of the cloth.

Jiang Song was silent for a while before softly speaking again: "Gu Changhui, do you really want to kill me?"

Quiet.

"Don't move, wait for me to pass." Jiang Song heard the soft sound of the car starting.

Secretary Zhou didn't dare to vent his anger.

The pill was melted by sweat in the palm of his hand, and Jiang Song silently searched for "Seroquel" on his mobile phone.

When the words "quetiapine" popped up, Jiang Song remembered where he had seen these words.

That's on the file at the police station.

As Gu Changxi's adopter, he needs to know some basic facts.

Gu Changxi's mother, as a patient with borderline personality disorder, was diagnosed with moderate to severe bipolar disorder. She used to take fluoxetine and quetiapine for a long time to control her condition.

In the end, it was also because his mother had a seizure on the highway and the car accident happened.

Gu Changxi was obviously not sick, but he had to go to the hospital to get "cold medicine".

I didn't see him eat it when I took it back.

Secretary Zhou was cleaning the carpet beside him.

There was an occasional noise in the room.

Looking at the words on the screen of the phone, Jiang Song remembered what Gu Changxi had said to him today.

And what Gu Changxi did in those years.

He was treated as a child throwing a temper tantrum.

A drop of water fell on the screen of the mobile phone, and the water droplets blurred the black characters into fine colors.

Jiang Song wiped it with his hand, and the phone was clean again.

He closed the webpage, carefully deleted the browsing history, and leaned on the sofa extremely tired.

Less than 10 minutes later, Gu Changxi came in from the outside.

When Secretary Zhou saw him, he immediately reported, "Mr. Jiang just vomited."

Gu Changxi frowned and walked to the side of the sofa, and helped Jiang Song onto his shoulders, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm dizzy." Jiang Song grabbed his coat, breathing tremblingly.

Gu Changxi froze for a while, and finally hugged him while protecting his back, and asked in a low voice while patting his back, "Do you need any medicine? Or go to the hospital now?"

Jiang Song's Adam's apple rolled, holding back tears and shaking his head.

Regardless of whether things are what he thinks or not, as long as Gu Changxi is by his side now, he can temporarily feel relieved.

"Then what do you want now?" Gu Changxi rubbed his back for comfort, "Are you still sick?"

Jiang Song shook his head again, and buried his face in Gu Changzhen's shoulder, "I want to go home."

Gu Changxi hugged him and stood up, Jiang Song couldn't hold back a soft snort.

"Dizziness?" Gu Changxi asked, his movements slowed down.

He glanced at Secretary Zhou and motioned for him to follow.

Before getting in the car, Jiang Song fell asleep again.

Secretary Zhou looked at Gu Changxi from the rearview mirror, his voice trembling slightly, "Mr. Gu, Mr. Jiang is really uncomfortable. He called you when he fell asleep, and he kept sweating and crying, and vomited when he woke up. "

"What did he ask me to do?" Gu Changxi looked down at the person in his arms coldly.

"It's probably uncomfortable somewhere, and I cried when I yelled." Secretary Zhou swallowed.

"Then why didn't you send him to the hospital?" Gu Changxi looked at him coldly.

Secretary Zhou blinked, "Mr. Jiang won't let you touch him, he will cry out in pain."

Gu Changxi couldn't help frowning, he protected Jiang Song's appetite with his hand and pressed gently.

Jiang Song's body curled up immediately, "It hurts..."

Gu Changxi took a deep breath slowly, and said softly, "It's okay, it's me."

I don't know if it was because of the severe pain, but Jiang Song kept clenching his teeth and stopped making any noise.

Being carried all the way into the house, Jiang Song fell asleep all the time.

But just like Secretary Zhou said, he has been tossing and turning and lying unsteadily.

Gu Changxi went out to cook porridge, but when he came back, his stomach was almost green.

"Jiang Song?" Gu Changzhen called out to him in a low voice, carefully pulling away his hand that was pressing on his stomach.

Jiang Song seemed to be in too much pain, muttering vaguely, "The medicine is in the bedside table..."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore," Gu Changxi admitted his mistake in a low voice, protecting his stomach, "I was wrong, I rub it for a while and it won't hurt anymore, don't be angry, okay?"

Jiang Song kept frowning, "Help me take the medicine..."

"Hush," Gu Changxi grabbed his hand to keep him from moving, "It won't hurt soon."

Jiang Song woke up sweating profusely, "...Are you home?"

"Why is the pain so severe?" Gu Changxi's voice was a little anxious, "You don't want to go to the hospital, so I'll call the doctor over?"

"I asked where you went, why didn't you tell me?" Jiang Song's eyes were red from the pain, and he took Gu Changzhen's hand away.

"Let's not talk about this now, the stomach hurts badly?" Gu Changxi stretched out his hand to hug him back again.

"When did you say that? You lost your temper with me, and you said you want to turn everything into hell. I can't be angry if you put a bug on me?" Jiang Song endured the pain and must speak clearly.

"You can." The stomach under his hand thumped as if alive, and Gu Changxi didn't dare to confront him with a word.

"I said we are friends and you are angry, so tell me, how should I describe our relationship in that scene?" Jiang Song asked him: "Should I say I am your uncle or tell my aunt that we 'help each other'? What do you like to hear?" Long time?"

Gu Changxi lowered his head.

The pain in the stomach was overwhelming, and the sweat was about to flow into the eyes.

But Jiang Song insisted on smiling, "'You are the most important and important person in my life', do I need to tell you this sentence repeatedly, or do I need to go to the street and shout with a loudspeaker for two days?"

"Don't cry," Jiang Song saw his eyes turn red before he could say a few words, "How old are you? Don't cry."

"Are you taking medicine?" Gu Changzhen said with a nasal voice, "What should I do if it hurts so much now?"

Jiang Song pawed his hair like a puppy, "Have you cooked porridge yet?"

Gu Changxi looked up at him in surprise.

Jiang Song always thinks about taking painkillers, as if any disease can be cured with painkillers.

Waking up with pain in the first half was looking for medicine everywhere, and getting him to eat something serious was more difficult than going to heaven.

"Shall we drink now?" Gu Changxi asked, and got up immediately.

Jiang Song was so painful that he couldn't sit still, "Come back soon."

Gu Changxi came back in less than half a minute.

He stared at Jiang Song struggling to sip the porridge little by little, and hugged him from behind, pressing his rebellious stomach with his palm.

Jiang Song was sweating from the pain, but he still ate a bowl of porridge slowly.

He tilted his head and saw Gu Changzhen wiping his eyes, feeling a little helpless, "Why do you cry so much? You never cried before."

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but Gu Changxi couldn't bear it anymore when he said it.

Jiang Song laughed feebly, "What are you doing, opening the floodgates?"

"You cry when I take medicine, and you cry when I eat." He looked at Gu Changzhen for a while, "I did something wrong about what happened during the day today, and I said something wrong."

Gu Changxi looked at him without blinking, his gaze was very stubborn.

"Don't cry about your ancestors," Jiang Song saw what Xing Ce said, "It will rain without thunder and light", "I apologize to you, why are you still wronged?"

"I didn't think about what I said, and I was very angry at the time." Jiang Song wiped his tears with his palm, "I just want to say that I hope you are well, not that I will not be with you in the future."

There was almost no blood on his face, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, which looked as fragile as black and white colored glass.

But a pair of eyes were burning brightly, like two blue flames burning quietly in the dark night.

"Today, you said a lot of bastards." His voice was soft but firm, and it was clearly a question but solemn as an oath, "Why don't you think about it, you are still here, how can I get it over with?"

The author has something to say: I have seen Liao Meng’s comments, you Tao want to say how can a pretty boy tell the truth hahaha, but how can you not pay back when you come out to hang out? ;)

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