The President's Dedicated Love

Lan Zhengting got up and went to the kitchen to make lunch, a very simple lunch, a bowl of noodles, cabbage and eggs.

I don't know how long the cabbage was stored, and it was frozen into ice balls in the refrigerator.

When Guan Zeyu started to settle the lunch, he braced himself and asked, "You came to me just to make lunch for me."

Lan Zhengting stared at the person who hadn't eaten enough to fill his stomach, and said, "I'm here for a plan."

Guan Zeyu was rolling up a bundle of noodles, when he heard the answer, he almost threw the noodles out.

Lan Zhengting continued, "Since you don't want to talk to me, I can only come to you. Today is the 27th, and we don't have much time."

"Zeyu, I know that I often bother you for cooperation projects, and you are very upset, but besides the proposal, I really don't know what else I can ask you for?"

Lan Zhengting was talking to himself, he didn't notice the expression of the person who was eating noodles.

Guan Zeyu took a mouthful of the scorching hot noodles, he clenched it tightly, afraid of letting go, the noodles spilled all over the floor.

If the solution is resolved, then this person will never appear again?

Guan Zeyu felt chest tightness, tightness, pain, discomfort, and discomfort. He was about to be unable to breathe.

Lan Zhengting said, "Slow down, you'll choke if you devour it so voraciously."

He poured him a cup of hot water, Guan Zeyu just lowered his head to eat, he wanted to swallow the uncomfortable thing in his heart back into his stomach.

It turns out that it is not that there is no perception, no feeling, no experience, but that the individual deliberately hides it.

When Guan Zeyu entered the kitchen, he had a stomachache again. The bowls and chopsticks fell out of his hands. When the faucet was turned on, the water was rushing. As dead ashes.

When Lan Zhengting heard the commotion, he put down the magazine in his hand and ran in.

"Zeyu." He hurried up to support him, "What's wrong?"

Guan Zeyu hugged the person who came in front of him regardless, and he pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly, with all his strength and strength, as if this could relieve the severe pain caused by the stomach disease.

Lan Zhengting let the person who hugged him suddenly, he heard him say, "Stomach pain."

Guan Zeyu leaned against the ear temples of the man in his arms, and he rested his chin on the thin shoulders. A rampage, the two of them bumped into the sink under their feet and the half-opened kitchen door in the kitchen.

Lan Zhengting leaned against the wall, and he let the person under him bounce back, stumble and rush forward.

"Zeyu." He wanted to comfort him, what did he want to do for him?But he can't do anything.

Guan Zeyu's forehead was dripping with sweat, he felt dizzy for a while, and when the strong momentum gradually subsided, he slowly let go of the person he was holding tightly to, "I'm sorry."

"Zeyu." Lan Zhengting wiped off the dense forehead sweat, and he held his face, "When did it start? Tell me, when did your stomach trouble start?"

Guan Zeyu propped his hands on the wall, and he tried his best to break away from the suppressed body.

He shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

He didn't remember, but when he felt uncomfortable, he endured it, or took medicine in a panic, but after so many years, the illness did not improve, but became more and more serious.

He doesn't remember how he abused himself in the past few years. Not only did he not eat breakfast, he didn't even eat lunch and dinner. , and lay down weakly, as if his whole body had been dismembered, his whole body was in pain, his whole body was powerless, the scene of those few years, just like this, this flash, it was seven years.

Guan Zeyu felt that he needed a hug, so he hugged the person in front of him. He held him in his arms, and only said vaguely, "It will be fine in a while, it will be fine in a while."

Lan Zhengting let the person he was holding, he comforted him, he hugged him.

Is it so helpless every time you have a stomach attack?Without any support, I can only grit my teeth and endure it. Even if I take medicine, it will happen again next time. This is like a lifelong disease, as if I have been tortured like this for the rest of my life.

"feelling better?"

Lan Zhengting asked people to take medicine and lie down, Guan Zeyu complied, and he said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Lan Zhengting sat next to him, "Have you learned to be polite to me?"

Guan Zeyu was a little dazed, "Could it be that I was rude to you before?"

"Is not it?"

"Well, well, I admit it."

Lan Zhengting wanted to cover the person lying down with a thin quilt, Guan Zeyu wanted to say something, when he saw the person going upstairs into the bedroom, he had already opened the door.

The light in the bedroom is very dark, which is not good for people's eyesight and will affect the mood. Although it can make people sleep peacefully to a certain extent, the light in the bedroom is too dark, which will make people feel depressed.

Lan Zhengting took a thin quilt, and Guan Zeyu lay on the sofa. He could actually sit up and walk around, but in order to show obedience, he was taken care of by busy people.

Lan Zhengting put a pillow under the man's neck and said, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Guan Zeyu lay down, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm not that fragile."

"No, people are fragile."

"How to say?"

"Because we humans need warmth and protection. Everyone needs such feelings, but some people don't want to show it, some people are more tolerant, or some people wrap themselves up tightly, so that Makes it feel like he doesn't need warmth."

Guan Zeyu squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and he asked, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, why don't we go into the study to discuss the plan?" He really couldn't lie down, and Lan Zhengting sat next to him, the two fell silent, and the atmosphere was subtle.

"No, we won't talk about business today."

"then you?"

"Today, you invite me to dinner."

"This……"

"Why, don't you want to?"

"No, I'd love to. Well, I'll change right away, and we'll go out to eat."

Lan Zhengting held him down, "You have a good rest, today is your rest day, I'm not that hard-blooded, and you have to work on the rest day."

Lan Zhengting went to pour a glass of warm water, Guan Zeyu couldn't get up, he could only lie down hard, the weather was cold, the temperature was more than ten degrees, and the air contained a trace of chill, which was refreshing.

Lan Zhengting put on a black coat, which is the coat of a sick person lying down, and he said, "I'm going out to buy ingredients."

Guan Zeyu wanted to go out together, but Lan Zhengting held him down and said, "You are a patient now."

"But I'm not sick."

"Stomach disease is not a disease?"

"The court?"

"Wait well at home, I will go back as soon as I go."

He put on a long black coat, the wind outside gradually increased, blowing everywhere, the curtains were blown up, Guan Zeyu was sitting on the sofa, he was waiting for the people who had gone out to come back, that feeling, saying no Come out, as if waiting for a loved one to return, he is waiting for him to come home.

Guan Zeyu raised his hand to hold his heart, the heart rate was still the same frequency, in fact, it didn't fluctuate much, but the heart was warm and full, as if it was filled with warmth.

Lan Zhengting opened the door and came in. He said, "I'm back."

He walked in, but got no response.

"Ze Yu?"

Guan Zeyu was pressing his heart, and Lan Zhengting was shocked again when he saw it, "What's wrong with you, is it not feeling well?" He hurriedly dropped the things in his hand, he bought a lot of vegetables, it was not for two people The number of servings is the weight of several people.

Guan Zeyu came back to his senses. The person who was already squatting in front of him, Lan Zhengting's hands were icy, still wet from the rain, and he asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Guan Zeyu smiled, "No, just now something fell on the floor, and the sound was loud. I was frightened, so I wanted to measure the frequency of my heartbeat."

He looked down at the person squatting in front of him, talking nonsense for some reason, but actually he really didn't want this person to worry, didn't want him to panic, even if he wouldn't panic.

Lan Zhengting withdrew his hand, Guan Zeyu wanted to hold that cold hand, but he didn't move yet, he turned his head and saw the ingredients thrown on the floor, "What did you buy?"

"Well, I bought hot pot ingredients and seafood you like."

Lan Zhengting hurried to lift things into the kitchen, he was about to start work, and Guan Zeyu followed him in.

"Can I help?"

Lan Zhengting pointed to the living room, "Sit down and wait to eat."

Guan Zeyu is still standing, he wants to help, this is what he should do.

Lan Zhengting had no choice, he asked people to come in, wash the vegetables, and then taught him how to cut lotus root slices.

Guan Zeyu said frankly, "I used to chop them off with a single knife. The shapes of different sizes look very stylish."

Lan Zhengting laughed, "Why don't you say that, those things don't look good?"

"I also want to enlighten myself, so I can't underestimate myself."

"Huh? Is it?"

Guan Zeyu put the fish to be steamed into the pressure cooker, and he suddenly thought of a person who said to himself at the age of 20: Don't despair, don't be sad, and don't feel sorry for yourself.

"You know what? Someone once said to me, don't be discouraged when you encounter setbacks."

He looked at the acquaintance in front of him, and he told the secret hidden in his heart.

Lan Zhengting picked off the Flammulina velutipes in his hand, and said, "Really?"

He doesn't ask who?That's how everyone should react, and he didn't ask.

Guan Zeyu felt a tinge of anticipation and a tinge of agitation. He changed the subject, "I bought so many dishes today, can the two of us finish them all?"

Lan Zhengting put down the food at hand, and turned to handle the knife, "Of course not, most likely I'll save it for tomorrow."

"You mean..."

"Zeyu, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, your time can only be spent on sorting out the plan, can you do it?"

Lan Zhengting was very serious, Guan Zeyu smiled, "What if I say no?"

"Then don't even think about eating tonight."

The two were having a sumptuous dinner while joking. Guan Zeyu took a sip of the boiled soup and his appetite whetted. He said, "I have no possibility of refusing."

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