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The seven-day annual leave passed quickly, and Aoki was glad that he didn't die on the bed.

On the other hand, Chu Feimu looked like he was full but still not satisfied.

On the way back, the two took the high-speed rail.

In less than three hours, Huyouyou passed away.

Coming out of the high-speed rail station, Chu Feimu took a taxi, not wanting to send Aoki home.

Halfway through the car, Aoki glanced sleepily at the time, and by the way looked out the window, only to find that he was getting farther and farther away from home, but getting closer to Chu Feimu's house.

Aoki was wearing Chu Feimu's coat, which was loosely wrapped around his body.

He glanced at Chu Feimu uneasily, avoided the taxi driver's sight, and said in a low voice, "I want to go home."

Chu Feimu smiled hastily, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "I forgot to tell the driver, since we are almost at my house, why don't you go to my house first."

Aoki had no intention of going to Chu Feimu's house, so he gave him a distrustful look, cleared his throat, raised his voice and said, "Master, please turn around at the intersection ahead." Then he gave his home address.

Chu Feimu stuck tightly to Aoki's body, stretched his hands into the loose coat, and fondled Aoki's lower back affectionately, trying to calm his anxiety.

Aoki is like a cat whose hair has exploded, there is nowhere to hide, he can only straighten up stiffly, staring ahead, deliberately ignoring Chu Feimu's slightly intimate movements.

In less than 10 minutes, the taxi stopped downstairs of Aoki's house.

Aoki felt like sitting on pins and needles, looked at the meter, clicked on WeChat, scanned the QR code to pay directly, and said to the driver: "Thank you."

Then he turned to look at Chu Feimu and said, "I'll get out of the car first."

Chu Feimu didn't answer.

Aoki didn't care, and quickly took off his coat, put it on Chu Feimu's lap, and pushed open the rear door without looking back.

As soon as he stepped up the first step of the stairs, someone hugged his waist from behind.

Aoki turned his head in horror, Chu Feimu looked at him innocently, withdrew his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Why did you get out of the car? Aren't you going home?" Aoki's tone was a little anxious.

Chu Feimu walked around Aoki and walked up a few more steps, turned his head to look at him, and asked innocently: "Aren't you going upstairs?"

Aoki suddenly woke up from the state of trance, and hurriedly followed Chu Feimu.

Chu Feimu walked in front, muttering in a voice that both of them could hear: "You don't mean to dump me, do you?"

Aoki paused for a few seconds, as if someone cast a holding spell, before walking up with soft steps.

Being poked into Xiaoxin, Aoki was short of breath, went up to the fifth floor panting anxiously, took out the key from the backpack he was carrying, hesitated to open the door now.

He was really scared.

Adult Alphas are simply horrible in bed, completely irrational, tireless, and won't let go of anyone they catch.

Thinking of being tossed to death in the past few days during the holiday, being tossed and folded by Chu Feimu like origami, Aoki's legs felt weak.

If it weren't for Aoki's innate flexibility, he would probably have to go to the hospital now.

He deliberately delayed the time, and inserted the key into the keyhole in slow motion. Chu Feimu held Aoki's slightly trembling hand from behind, and twisted the key forcefully.

With a click, the door opened.

The ensuing scene was simply a disaster for Aoki.

For Wu Mu, it was an advantage of the right time and place.

Aoki quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, took a few steps back abruptly, and coughed a few times towards the corridor.

Chu Feimu also pinched his nose and asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Aoki's eyes were reddened by the smell of gas, he shook his head, his voice hoarse: "It's okay, you go back first, I can solve it myself."

Chu Feimu frowned at him.

Aoki pulled up the collar of the sweater, covered his mouth and nose, covered his mouth with his hands, rushed inside, ran to the bedroom as fast as he could, and opened the window without saying a word.

He turned and went into the kitchen, and opened the window.

Chu Feimu also rushed in and pushed open the window of the bathroom.

In short, all the windows that can be opened in the house are opened.

The pungent smell of gas enters the nose and mouth, and the throat is like a mouthful of smoke, which cannot be coughed out or swallowed. It is dry and tight, itchy, swollen and painful.

Qingmu closed the door, coughed a few times in the corridor, looked at Chu Feimu who was also coughing in panic, and persuaded him: "Thank you today, you go home first."

Chu Feimu straightened up while supporting the handrail of the stairs, rubbed his face with his hands, and said with a serious expression: "Today, you will stay at my house first. If you live here, you must be poisoned, and someone's gas must have leaked."

Aoki pressed his aching temple with one hand, dialed 110 with the other, and explained the situation at home.

Hanging up the phone, as if thinking of something suddenly, regardless of Chu Feimu's persuasion, he opened the door again and went straight to the kitchen.

In order to prevent Chu Feimu from following in, he closed the door behind him.

Chu Feimu slammed the door several times.

Qingmu stood under the kitchen water supply pipe, looked up, moved a stool, stepped on it, and pulled out the rag stuffed next to the pipe.

Through the gap at the edge of the pipe, I saw the upstairs kitchen.

The layout of the upper and lower floors of this old house is the same, and his kitchen corresponds to the upstairs kitchen.

Aoki pinched his nose, and a strong and thick smell of gas rushed towards him.

He carefully blocked the cloth strips, and trotted out all the way.

It is speculated that there should be a gas leak in the upstairs kitchen.

Seeing Chu Feimu who hadn't left at the door, he pushed him, pinched his nose and said inarticulately: "Go quickly, don't get poisoned in a while."

"How do you..."

Before Chu Feimu finished speaking, he saw Aoki running upstairs in three steps at a time, and then heard a strong knock on the door.

"Is anyone there? I'm a neighbor downstairs. Your gas may have leaked."

"anyone there?"

Boom, boom, boom.

The house upstairs originally lived in the girl in white who jumped off the building that day. At this moment, he is not sure if there are other people living here, but he still has to confirm to avoid accidents.

Aoki called the landlord while knocking on the door, and after explaining what happened, he said that he would stay and deal with it in person, and the landlord did not need to come in person.

The landlord is at work, and there are several patients who have made appointments in the afternoon, and he really can't leave, so he tells Aoki to notify him in time, and also reminds him, don't go back to the house for a few days to avoid poisoning.

Aoki should come down and continue knocking on the door.

There was still no answer inside, so Aoki called Zhang Li while walking downstairs.

Simply because Zhang Li is not at home, the gas should not be able to enter his house.

Aoki breathed a sigh of relief, and walked downstairs with Chu Feimu, waiting for the firefighters downstairs in the unit.

The firefighters came quickly, brought professional tools, and directly pried open the door of the house above Qingmu Building.

There were actually people inside, and they were a man and a woman, quite old.

The doors and windows were sealed with cloth strips, which was obviously a suicide.

The poisoning was not deep, and the distance to the hospital was so close that even an ambulance was not available, so the firefighters took him away directly.

Aoki Xuxu took a look, it seemed that they were a middle-aged couple, maybe they were the parents of the girl who committed suicide.

The person who couldn't even be contacted by the police suddenly went home, returned to the house where his daughter committed suicide, and ended her life.

Aoki felt like he had won the 'big prize', and committed suicide one after another upstairs, and this time he almost got hurt.

If he hadn't traveled, if he had come back one day earlier, if he had been sleeping at home at that time, he might have to go to the hospital now.

downstairs.

Aoki gasped softly, bit his lips and looked at Chu Feimu: "You go back first, I'll stay in a hotel later."

Chu Feimu hurriedly grabbed Qing Mu's sleeve, fearing that someone would run away, so his face twitched in anger: "There is an existing boyfriend who doesn't live at home, so he ran to stay in a hotel, and besides, you... are not feeling well..."

Chu Feimu changed another argument: "It's not clean to stay in a hotel, so stay at my house."

Aoki shook his head hastily, only to realize that he had nothing but his backpack, which had been mailed back in advance, obviously it hadn't arrived yet.

Aoki refused again, turned on the phone, and browsed the nearby hotels.

Chu Feimu snatched the phone and shouted in a low voice, "You live at my house, and your luggage is also at my house."

"What? How did my luggage get mailed to your house?" Aoki asked hastily.

Chu Feimu grabbed Aoki's shoulder, and when Aoki moved a little, he pulled back with all his strength, and kept saying, "Stay at my house."

After thinking about it, I still explain: "When filling in the mailing address, I directly filled in my home."

Aoki's throat was uncomfortable due to the gas, and he grunted. He didn't think about Chu Feimu's words, but he still politely refused: "No need, I'll just stay in a hotel."

Chu Feimu hugged Aoki tightly, held Aoki's hand tightly, buried his face in his neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not feeling well, it may be because I've inhaled a lot of gas just now, you can stay at my house first, Take care of me in the evening, and I have something to tell you, I wanted to say it when I was on vacation."

Aoki was indeed a little guilty. After all, this incident happened because of him, so he asked with concern: "Do you need to go to the hospital for an examination? Breathing some oxygen should make you feel better."

Chu Feimu pretended to cough: "No, it's you, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Aoki said lightly: "No need, I have been stubborn since I was a child."

In fact, it's just that I haven't received too much care and love since I was a child.

Therefore, he thinks that he is in good health and has a solid skin, so that he will not get sick easily.

Because when you are sick, no one cares, it is the most uncomfortable thing.

Then you can no longer pretend that someone loves you, it's just that you are not good at words and don't know how to express it.

Chu Feimu shrugged, flicked off the dust on Aoki's shoulders with his fingers, lowered his posture, and said in a negotiating tone: "Go to my house first."

Aoki nodded unconsciously, anyway, he was going to get his luggage, anyway, he planned to make it clear to Chu Feimu, anyway, no matter how bad the breakup was, he would have to say it sooner or later.

He was tossed and tossed and tossed by Chu Feimu in the holiday house, and he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Because I felt guilty and thought about the unspoken breakup, I obediently obeyed physically.

No matter what posture Chu Feimu asked him to take, he did it.

It's compensation.

Chu Feimu stopped a taxi at the intersection, and after getting in the car, he casually said to the driver, "Go to Happy Garden."

Aoki's sluggish eyes shook slightly and said: "Don't you live in the old community opposite the Happy Garden?"

Chu Feimu suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, shook hands vigorously, squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "Yes, I live in the old residential area opposite, but a friend of mine has gone abroad, and the house at home is empty, so let me help him." Housekeeper. His family happens to live in Happy Garden, which is very close to my house, so I moved here temporarily."

Aoki nodded mechanically, and said in agreement: "Well, it's really not good to leave the house empty for too long."

Chu Feimu smiled awkwardly, and turned to look out the window.

The sky is a very soft blue, and the white clouds hang lightly on it like cotton wool that has been torn apart.

Chu Feimu's heart seemed to be pulled by his hands. The real him and the sweet sugar-coated him were completely different people.

Or even the exact opposite.

So now, who is that person who is so guilty?

Is it the original him, or the one who carefully set up a sugar-coated deception?