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Song Yike tried his best to keep himself calm. He knew that people like Wang Chongyang were the kind of people who wouldn't take hard things. You! But don't do anything too extreme!"

Wang Chongyang laughed strangely, coughed violently and growled, "I'm short of money. If it weren't for you bastards, would I be short of money?"

"It's not as good as you give, what I want is for you to pay the price! Wait, we will meet soon."

See you soon......

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After Wang Chongyang put down the threatening words, he immediately hung up the phone, and soon there was a busy tone on the phone.

Song Yike calmed down, and quickly returned a call to Xin Shangzhi, but after making several calls, there was no one answering, which made Song Yi panic.

In a panic, he dug out Uncle Chen's phone and dialed it, one, two, three...

Still no one answered, Song Yike put his heart into his throat, if it weren't for Wang Chongyang's words, he wouldn't care much about the calls they couldn't get through, but now, he was worried that Wang Chongyang really found Xin Shangzhi.

When Song Yike called for the second time with trembling hands, Uncle Chen finally answered the phone, and he asked anxiously, "Uncle Chen, where is Xin Shangzhi?"

After coughing a few times, Uncle Chen slowly said: "Young master, the young master has come to look for you, haven't you arrived yet?

I just came from the hospital... Cough, cough, we passed by the hospital not far from your company just now, and the young master has come to the company to look for you..."

Song Yi could only feel his head fluttering when he heard the word "hospital", and he couldn't hear what was said later. Uncle Chen wanted to continue talking, but he interrupted him impatiently before Uncle Chen finished speaking: "When will he Here, how long have you been here? What hospital, did you go to the hospital? What happened to him?"

Hospital... The word hospital is like a thorn in Song Yike's heart-piercing pain. Xin Shangzhi came to look for him, and he came back from the hospital...

So where is he now, why no one answered the phone, and how long has he been here?Xin Shangzhi's phone call was made 10 minutes ago. Will Wang Chongyang really look for him now? Song Yike could hardly control himself, and rushed downstairs in sweat-soaked clothes.

"Don't worry, young master, the young master is..."

Song Yi didn't want to listen to what Uncle Chen said, and ran out impatiently, turned the doorknob to open the door, and immediately bumped into a hug that smelled of disinfectant water, the phone was knocked away and thrown out,

"Ah uh..."

Song Yi could only hear the man snort. He didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes to apologize. He hurriedly went to pick up the knocked-off mobile phone, but was pulled back into a warm embrace by a strong force, but still With an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

"Where are you going? In such a hurry?" Just when Song Yike was about to break free from those warm and strong hands, Xin Shangzhi's pain-bearing voice came from above his head.

Song Yike raised his heavy head, Xin Shangzhi pursed his thin lips and looked down at him, with some elusive emotions in his eyes, a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose and forehead, nothing on his face color.

In the next second, he hugged Xin Shangzhi's arm almost out of control and began to check: "What's wrong with you, are you injured?"

Xin Shang held him forcefully with both hands and pulled him into his arms, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to calm him down a bit: "I'm fine, what's the rush? Huh?"

He struggled to break free from Xin Shangzhi's arms, but he saw the assistant holding the doorknob, his mouth wide enough to stuff a steamed bun, staring at Xin Shangzhi and the two of them in a daze.

The assistant took a deep breath, and said falteringly: "Brother...I...that...

What, Mr. Xin said... that he has something to ask you, I... I will lead him to your lounge..."

"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm going back first, call me if I have something to do." The assistant turned and ran away almost as if fleeing for his life, Song Yi could not utter the words of explanation stuck in his neck.

But he thought about it again, there is something to explain, and he doesn't understand...

Song Yike raised his somewhat blurred eyes to look at Xin Shangzhi. Xin Shangzhi's expression was a little dignified. He raised his hand and lightly touched Xin Shangzhi's forehead, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat. It was a little hot. The two faced each other tightly. Sticking together, the smell of disinfectant on Xin Shangzhi's body mixed with the smell of his own sweat, and it poured straight into the nasal cavity, making the nasal cavity sore.

Song Yike lowered his hands helplessly, his whole body collapsed due to the excessive tension just now, Wang Chongyang's phone call almost deprived him of all his sanity, he took a few deep breaths before slowly opening his mouth: "Xin Shangzhi, you are sick."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Xin Shangzhi's eyes seemed a little red, and he replied softly, as if he had put down his guard, "Yeah."

At this moment, he almost regretted holding on to Xin Shangzhi's hand that day. If he hadn't, maybe Wang Chongyang wouldn't have approached Xin Shangzhi... Now he feels that he is extremely useless, and he likes him frequently people cause trouble.

After a few seconds, Xin Shang held his face in both hands, touched the corners of his eyes with his cold fingertips, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

"Ok?"

Song Yike realized that he had lost his composure again, but the warm tears couldn't stop falling. The more Xin Shangzhi wiped, the more uncomfortable he felt. He said in a choked voice, "Go, let's go to the hospital."

Song Yike took Xin Shangzhi's cold hand and walked out while talking. In midsummer, the temperature of Xin Shang's palm was so cold that it made people uncomfortable. His eyes were blurred. After pulling for a long time, Xin Shang held half a step He didn't even take a step, but he was dragged into Xin Shangzhi's arms again.

Xin Shangzhi hugged Song Yike tightly, put his chin on his shoulder, and asked feebly, "Ah Song~ Is it because of me crying?"

Song Yike rested his head on Xin Shangzhi's chest, greedily inhaling the smell of his body, his tears were salty and astringent, not knowing what he was going to do next.

Song Yike raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously. He didn't know whether it was sweat or tears, or a mixture of the two that stuck to his face. The hair on his forehead was also stuck together like a knot. I don't know if I'm in a mess now, but I just kept saying to Xin Shangzhi: "Xin Shangzhi, let's go to the hospital!"

"You are so hot, you have a fever!"

Xin Shangzhi kept looking down at him, with various incomprehensible emotions flashing in his eyes, he was stunned for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth and said: "I'm fine now, go, accompany me home!"

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