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When the person outside the door closed the door, the huge and strange room became completely quiet, so quiet that there was not even a slight movement, with a bit of dead silence, as if time had stagnated and frozen here.

After Wu Chu stared at the chandelier on the ceiling for a while, he sat up with some difficulty. He reached out and groped towards the bedside table. After groping to no avail, he even lifted the quilt and walked around barefoot.

After roughly turning around, Wu Chu found that there was no mobile phone or any electronic equipment in the whole room.Surrounded by classical and luxurious decorations, it seems that after years of precipitation, it is now silently watching this strange guest.

He was wearing a soft hospital gown, and because he had been lying on the hospital bed for a long time, his figure looked a little thin, his face was also a little pale, but the breath around him was cold, and his eyebrows and eyes were a bit hostile.

The furnishings of the whole house are very similar to those of the hotel they stayed in during the winter break. Even the texture and color of the sofa are almost exactly the same. There is a gray blanket on the sofa, and a black game controller is quietly placed beside the blanket. .

Almost all the small items and gadgets on the coffee table were items mentioned by Wu Chu and Shen Qiuze.

Inadvertently dazzled the past, and even gave people an illusion, as if those absurd things hadn't happened, and he and Shen Qiuze were still the same as before.He just had a grotesque dream in a trance.

Wu Chu walked over with bare feet. He rummaged through the odds and ends on the coffee table, but found nothing useful. Even walking all the way, he didn't even see a sharp weapon.

There are no windows in the whole room, only soft and warm yellow light, and there is no timekeeping tool. Wu Chu doesn't know how long he has been in a drowsy sleep, let alone the current situation outside.

This is not the first time.

Wu Chu sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, with his elbows on his knees, silently staring at a certain point in the void.

It's not the first time that he disappeared in Yin's private hospital after waking up.

But last time Yin Jin could at least know that he was taken away by Wu Han, so he could more or less know, but this time, who can guarantee that Yin Jin will know that Shen Qiuze took him away?

When I woke up, I found that the boyfriend I had just talked about had disappeared from the world. Not to mention, I followed the clues and found that my boyfriend was suspected of being kidnapped by his ex.

This fucking person has to wonder if his boyfriend is hooking up with his ex-boyfriend again.

Wu Chu pressed the center of his brows with a headache, took a few deep breaths with a bit of irritability, and then gradually calmed down.

He was sitting on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, staring motionlessly at the only door in the whole house.

In the long silence, Wu Chu leaned on the soft sofa, but his drowsy consciousness was gradually wrapped up in tiredness, as if the ice surface was burned and melted by the beam of light, he couldn't control it. His fingertips curled up, and the long The eyelashes closed together.

The door that Wu Chu was staring at originally made a slight movement. Shen Qiuze, who was carrying an insulated lunch box, opened the door and saw that Wu Chu was not on the bed, but sitting on the carpet with his back against the sofa. No surprises, walked over.

Shen Qiuze walked very slowly and lightly, his slippers barely making any movement on the thick and soft carpet, and came to the coffee table. He half-kneeled on the carpet, looking at Wu Chu who was leaning on the edge of the sofa, who was exceptionally quiet.

His face was pale, his head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were quietly closed. From the loose collar of the hospital gown, he could see a clear part of his collarbone. His black hair was a little long, and covered his ears in fine pieces, as if he was asleep. Some are uneasy, frowning.

It seemed that because of his pale face and slightly frowning brows, the person leaning on the back of the sofa looked a little soft, even fragile.

Even so, under the warm yellow light, this scene is still quiet and warm, so beautiful that it only appears in Shen Qiuze's dreams.

Only in this way can he get along with Wu Chuan in front of him quietly.

Shen Qiuze's dark eyes softened. He lowered his head and put his fingers on his neck until he was sure that the phalanx with the bandage was warmed. open.

He knew that Wu Chu was not sleeping well at this moment.

Because the medicine effect in Wu Chu's body has not completely dissipated, that kind of medicine effect will make Wu Chu feel sleepy and tired easily in a quiet environment, even if the consciousness resists drowsiness, as long as the medicine effect has not completely dissipated, the consciousness will be It is impossible to withstand the effect of the medicine.

Seeing Wu Chu frowning and moving his eyelashes a few times in a daze, as if he was resisting and guarding against something, Shen Qiuze subconsciously paused with his fingertips halfway in the air. After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and bent over to sit down. Wu Chu, who leaned against the back of the sofa on the carpet, hugged her.

Even when his eyes were closed and his consciousness was drowsy, Wu Chu loathed and resisted his approach.

But it is such a person who hates him approaching even with his eyes closed. He once repaired the car in the high temperature of more than 30 degrees and nearly [-] degrees for him, and also for him to be able to directly hold the collar of a certain rich second generation. He said cruel words in a cold voice.

This kind of love and hatred made Shen Qiuze extremely powerless.

When Wu Chu woke up again, he found himself lying on the sofa with a gray blanket covering his body, and the sweet smell of boiled rice floated in the air, and his brows twitched.

Wu Chu tilted his head slightly, only to see Shen Qiuze in front of the coffee table talking hoarsely to him: "Why did you get off the bed?"

No one responded to him in the quiet and empty bedroom, and Shen Qiuze's expression didn't look any different. He carried the lunch box and walked to the coffee table, bent down and sat down and said to Wu Chu, "Come and eat something."

He laid out all the things in the insulated lunch box neatly, just like he did in the winter break hotel in the past.

It's just that the things put out now are all made by him himself, while in the hotel before, those things were prepared in advance by his subordinates to perfuse Wu Chu.

After Shen Qiuze arranged the chopsticks and tableware, he slightly raised his eyes to look at Wu Chu.

Wu Chu didn't even move his eyelids, he was still leaning on the sofa, staring at the door with no emotion on his face.

Wearing a black sweater, Shen Qiuze's brows and eyes were very emotionless. He stared at Wu Chu calmly and said, "Come over and have something to eat, and I'll tell you what the number is today."

Looking at the person in front of him still unmoved, Shen Qiuze said in a low voice: "Didn't you say you want to spend New Year's Eve with him?"

Wu Chu's throat moved, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Shen Qiuze pushed the tray containing porridge in front of Wu Chu, and said in a hoarse voice, "Eat a little, I'll tell you."

After a few minutes of stalemate, Wu Chu said expressionlessly, "Give me your bowl of porridge."

It was impossible for him to become drowsy for no reason after waking up, either he ate the stuff that Shen Qiuze gave him, or Shen Qiuze injected him with something.

No matter which one it was, this kind of speculation gave Wu Chu the urge to swing the head of the person in front of him against the wall.

Shen Qiuze pushed the bowl of porridge over and said in a low voice, "There's nothing in it."

Wu Chu just stared at him with a sneer, as if he was watching what joke he was making, and his eyes were pierced with vigilance.

Shen Qiuze was silent for a while and said hoarsely: "I said, I won't lie to you again after that incident."

He would not lie to Wu Chu again, because the most festering and decayed piece was still pried open by Wu Chu forcefully, and a new person was replaced.

But no matter what he said, the boy who would half-squat on the ground, look at him with a smile in his eyes, and trust him completely, at this moment will not even believe him a word, and now he just continues with a blank expression. The bowl he pushed over.

The bowl of fish porridge was bright in color, and the rice grains were boiled until oily flowers appeared, and the aroma was tangy, but Wu Chu stirred it with a spoon casually as if he didn't seem to have any appetite, and then scooped it up while Shen Qiuze watched it motionlessly. mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Shen Qiuze straightened up slightly, looking at the boy in front of him with pure hope in his dark eyes, no one could have imagined that he would imitate the skill of the old chef who cooked for Wu Chu over and over again, even The master chef couldn't help sighing, saying that the taste he made was eight points similar to his own.

Even the most diligent apprentice of the master master can't guarantee that, in such a short period of time, he can imitate to an [-]% similarity.

After Wu Chu, who was leaning on the sofa, tasted it, his expression changed slightly. After taking a few mouthfuls, he wanted to put down the spoon, but he heard Shen Qiuze say in a cold tone, "Take a few more mouthfuls."

"Eat these few mouthfuls to coax who?"

Wu Chu looked a little depressed, and his fingertips holding the spoon were a little tight, as if he was holding back something. After a few seconds of silence, he scooped up a big spoon and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it.

A few minutes later, a severe and painful cough filled the entire bedroom. The boy on the sofa arched his waist, as if his throat had been stimulated by something, coughing so much that even his abdominal muscles were twitching. The fingertips were so hard that they turned white, as if they were about to cough up bile.

Shen Qiuze's face turned pale in an instant. He half-kneeled on the carpet, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Wu Chu's throat, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Spit it out..."

"Don't eat...we don't eat..."

But Wu Chu just tilted his head, his eyes were clouded by a violent cough, his pale face was flushed abnormally, he tilted his head slightly, as if he had finally recovered, panting heavily, Chest heaves.

Shen Qiu knelt on the ground with a pale face and hurriedly said: "If it feels disgusting, let's not eat it..."

He didn't know that Wu Chu had already disgusted him to this extent, just eating what he made would make him nauseated to this extent.

Looking at Wu Chu who was lying on the sofa with his eyes slightly half closed, the tails of his eyes were red and looking extremely tired, Shen Qiuze felt extremely sad.

Even though the nausea reached this point, Wu Chu was still able to swallow the porridge for the sake of the man surnamed Yin, so that he swallowed too much and caused nausea.

But he used to be the one who could make Wu Chu pay so much.

Shen Qiuze's fingertips trembled, and he almost couldn't even hold Wu Chu's hand.

Wu Chu, who was lying on the sofa, was motionless, his face numb from Jiang Si's choking.

Hold.

Who the hell is a normal person half a spoonful of porridge filled with shredded ginger?

He lived with Yin Jin for such a long period of time, and Yin Jin didn't eat ginger or garlic, and he didn't even eat it with him. It was acceptable on the surface when he suddenly ate it.

But he never expected that the shredded ginger in the fish porridge was particularly choking, and it almost drove his throat all the way, burning it wherever he went, coughing so much that he would spit out bile.

And when he thought that this bowl of porridge was what he insisted on changing, Wu Chu felt even more heartbroken, and the spitting words stuck in his throat, so he could only lie on the sofa with his eyes closed and his face numb.

The bedroom became quiet, there was no movement, only the slight movement of Shen Qiuze getting up, after a while, Shen Qiuze said in a hoarse voice, "I'll ask the master to make you a bowl."

He looked at Wu Chu and whispered: "I didn't do it, you don't have to be so disgusting."

After a while, after hearing the sound of the door being closed, Wu Chu opened his eyes and looked suspiciously at the two bowls of porridge on the table. A shredded ginger, it looked like it had been carefully picked out by someone.

But Shen Qiuze's original bowl was much more casual, mixed with shredded ginger and fish fillets, as if scooped out of the pot casually.

Wu Chu held back his breath, the pungent smell of ginger was in his throat, and he said angrily after a long time, "You should spit it out."

She should have spit on him while Shen Qiuze was grabbing his throat.

Half an hour later, Wu Chu was drowsy on the sofa, and saw a strange middle-aged man walking in with a dinner plate. He was blond and blue-eyed, with a decent smile on his face. He was wearing a vest and looked like a housekeeper. , respectfully put the plate in front of Wu Chu.

As if afraid of disturbing Wu Chu's meal, he arranged the tableware neatly, bowed slightly to Wu Chu, and then left without a sound.

As soon as the leaving housekeeper let go of the intricately patterned metal handle, he heard a hoarse voice behind him asking, "What's his reaction?"

"Still throwing up?"

The butler carefully considered his words and said to Shen Qiuze that Wu Chu looked fine, and he didn't react when he went in, nor was he vomiting.

Shen Qiuze was wearing a black sweater. In the eyes of the housekeeper today, Shen Qiuze's cold eyes did not look like a vicious jackal who stepped on the bones of an illegitimate child. Instead, he looked like a wild beast willing to put away its sharp claws.

After hearing that Wu Chu didn't continue to vomit, Shen Qiuze's brows and eyes relaxed slightly, and he was quiet for a while and said in a low voice, "Recently, pay more attention to the people in the manor."

"Don't hire anyone new, and don't let anyone near this room."

He raised his eyes, his pitch-black eyeballs looked terrifying, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him and said: "I don't want anyone else to see him except you."

The butler nodded hastily. He thought that the people inside were probably Shen Qiuze's most satisfying collection during this time, so he paid so much attention to them, and even brought them into the manor.

Even though he had a rough guess in his heart, he was still a little surprised. After all, in just a few minutes, he also saw the people in the room, and knew that the people in the room didn't look very much like Shen Yu.

Even the housekeeper dared to bet that among Shen Qiuze's many collections, the boy in it is definitely not the one who resembles Shen Yu the most, but this boy in it is the only one who let Shen Qiuze cook for himself. How long have you been at the bedside endlessly.

As if sensing the housekeeper's thoughts, Shen Qiuze paused slightly. He stared at the person in front of him, and said coldly in a hoarse voice and his own language: "The boy inside is called Wu Chu."

"It has nothing to do with Shen Yu."

"Keep your mouth shut. It's best to know what to say and what not to say."

His tone was gloomy and cold, as if the people inside had become his reverse scales, and whoever made the people inside unhappy would just forcefully lift his reverse scales.

After the butler heard the word Shen Yu, his body froze subconsciously, fearing that Shen Qiuze would go crazy again, but it was unbelievable that when men today mentioned the word Shen Yu, their tone was as calm as if there was nothing. Same happened.

He didn't smash things like crazy, and he didn't have a violent aura all over his body. He seemed to be able to tear people around him to pieces anytime, anywhere. He was surprisingly calm.

On the contrary, when mentioning the boy in the room, Shen Qiuze's tone subconsciously became much lighter, as if he had carefully pressed these words out of his lips and teeth thousands of times.

After realizing this, the butler immediately agreed solemnly and respectfully, and secretly remembered the status of the boy in the room in Shen Qiuze's heart.

When leaving with Shen Qiuze, the butler turned his head slightly, and saw two bodyguards in black standing silently outside the door. The entire luxurious and prosperous room was like a huge cage, trapping the people inside.

Everyone thought that the room was a canary whose wings had been broken off, just waiting to be finally tamed, and could only cling to the ruler who gave him water and food.

But no one knows that in the middle of the night, the arrogant and indifferent ruler in power who others see as condescending will curl up on the gray sofa in the room, covered with only a thin blanket, listening to another person in the room. Shallow breathing to fall asleep.