Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

Jiang Chengli was taken aback, but didn't say anything.

Since Gu Subai is not in a hurry to say it, it must not be an important matter.

In the past few days, Jiang Chengli has not been busy with dating anymore, his work and rest are very regular, and his spirit has improved a lot.

Later, Gu Subai approached Jiang Chengli a few times. Although he was often refused to enter, even if he entered, he was often blocked by Ji Xun. Although he didn't say a few words seriously, Jiang Chengli probably understood Gu What does Su Bai mean.

In the original text, Gu Subai had just returned to China and hadn’t gained a firm foothold, relying on the help of Zha Gong to stabilize the situation and occupy the market, but this time he didn’t help, and even inadvertently hit him in a certain sense, Gu Subai naturally couldn’t bear it to come to him.

In the morning, Jiang Chengli was processing documents on the computer, when an email popped up suddenly, and the sender was gj.

The content of the letter was also very simple, with only one sentence, asking Jiang Chengli to go to Fengyuan High School at [-] o'clock on Sunday afternoon.

Fengyuan High School is the high school that Jiang Chengli once attended.

Jiang Chengli was taken aback, and retrieved the information about this gj from Slag Gong's memory, and remembered that it was Gu Subai's screen name when he was in high school, and Jiang Chengli was a pair with him, using jg.

At that time, the Internet was just emerging, and the first thing Jiang Chengli did when he got a computer was to apply for a pair of online names for him and Gu Subai.

In his memory, most of the time, it was Slag Gong who chased after Gu Subai to reply to the message, and Gu Subai either did not reply, or the reply was very brief.

"If you have anything to do, please make an appointment with my secretary. Thank you for unilateral invitation." Jiang Chengli replied. After waiting for a while, the email showed that it had been read, but there was no further message from the other party.

"The other party is Mr. Gu, young master, do you want to go?" Ji Xun didn't know when he came over, his head was very close to Jiang Chengli.

Ji Xun's perfect face suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Chengli was startled, subconsciously dodged a distance.

Ji Xun pursed his lips, his dark eyes locked tightly on Jiang Chengli.

Jiang Chengli was also a little entangled. If he went, he always felt that nothing good would happen, but if he didn't go here, it might be a very small chance to complete Gu Subai's mission.

Under Ji Xun's gaze, Jiang Chengli got stuck for some reason, thought for a while and said, "Go."

"Really, it seems that the young master is a nostalgic person, and he is not indifferent to Mr. Gu as he appears on the outside." Ji Xun smiled softly, half of his face was under the sunset that came in from the French windows, and he could even see his delicateness clearly. Creamy skin, his pale pink lips and curved eyebrows, thick eyelashes lightly plated with gold.

Jiang Chengli was blown away by his beauty, but he couldn't explain it to Ji Xun, so he couldn't deny it, so he nodded indiscriminately.

"Then can I go with the young master? I also want to see the school that the young master once attended." Ji Xun's pupils reflected the fine light, as if he knew the advantages of his appearance, especially in this picture with a pleading expression Appearing on the face, naturally no one can refuse.

Just as Jiang Chengli wanted to refuse, when he showed a tendency to shake his head, Ji Xun lowered his head: "I am talking too much, I spent almost all of my high school part-time jobs, thinking that I can take a look at the school that the young master used to be like myself I went through it once..."

From Jiang Chengli's angle, he could see Ji Xun's soft hair whirling, and his depressive and trembling voice was next to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a little sad now, and couldn't bear to refuse.

Jiang Chengli's mind was mixed, and when he realized it, he nodded half of his head, and when Ji Xun saw this, he smiled again, and Jiang Chengli subconsciously nodded the other half of his head.

The temperature dropped sharply in winter in S City, and Ji Xun was not ready. When Jiang Chengli realized it, he had already been comatose on the bed for half a day.

Starting from waking up in the morning, Ji Xun, who had prepared breakfast to wake Jiang Chengli up, did not come. Jiang Chengli woke up naturally at nine o'clock, and there was no sign of him outside the bedroom, only Ji Xun's bedroom door was closed.

Jiang Chengli knocked on the door, but there was no response from the door. Ji Xun's room was locked but he never closed it. Jiang Chengli was afraid that something might happen, so he tentatively turned the doorknob lightly, and the door opened.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly so that no light could pass through.

This is Jiang Chengli's first time looking for a bedroom in Ji. It is not as big as his own, but it has everything you need, and it is very clean and tidy. The decoration is the complete set of mouse gray fabric that comes with the bedroom.

As if he was afraid of disturbing the original decoration of the room, Ji Xun didn't move at all, there was nothing on the bedside table, even the bed was only him and the quilt, and there were no clothes that had been taken off.

Ji Xun closed his eyes tightly, curled up and covered himself under a layer of quilt, Jiang Chengli was startled, thinking something happened, he hurried over to take a closer look.

Jiang Chengli frowned when he saw the thin quilt. The past two days were fine, but the weather is such a thin quilt, he must be catching a cold.

Jiang Chengli reached out and touched Ji Xun's forehead, his fingertips were hot, and he really had a fever.

"Ji Xun, Ji Xun," Jiang Chengli found out the medicine box, brewed a temporary fever-reducing medicine with hot water, and woke Ji Xun up. "Wake up!"

Ji Xun dimly opened his eyes, woke up for a moment, and was about to get out of bed in a second: "Sorry, young master, I got up late, so I'm going to cook."

Jiang Chengli quickly stopped him: "I don't need to cook today, I ordered takeaway. If you have a fever, take a good rest." After speaking, Jiang Chengli brought the medicine with the right temperature to Ji Xun's mouth, "Come on, drink the medicine first."

It's not that Jiang Chengli doesn't know how to take care of others. On the contrary, when he was a child, his brothers and sisters were taken care of when they were sick. After a set of procedures, he has long been handy.

Looking at the burning young man, Jiang Chengli couldn't help but sighed: "You didn't tell me, even if you go out to buy it temporarily, it's better than you being frozen."

"Sorry." Ji Xun only apologized softly, his voice was hoarse and difficult, and his eyelashes trembled slightly with his drooping eyes.

He took the medicine, poured the dark brown juice into his mouth, and drank it in one gulp without frowning.

Jiang Chengli took the medicine bowl and put it on the bedside table, helped Ji Xun to lie down, changed his thick quilt for him, and turned up the temperature of the central air conditioner. The room was so warm that Jiang Chengli almost sweated.

Ji Xun was very quiet after lying down, but his dry eyes kept following Jiang Chengli. Watching him busy, his eyes seemed to be glued to him, and occasionally collided with Jiang Chengli's eyes, and he would grin. A smile formed on his lips.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chengli didn't want to say much, he sighed, and the takeaway just arrived, it was the porridge that Jiang Chengli had just ordered.

Most people who are sick have no appetite, and they will feel uncomfortable if they eat too much. Jiang Chengli has long been experienced, but seeing Ji Xun's weak appearance, eating slowly and slowly, he can't help but feel anxious, wishing to help him feed it into his mouth.