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After Mu Zixing went out, Lei Shao sat in his chair without moving for a long time. If he was only suspicious before, now he is basically sure that LA's death has something to do with Shiliu.

After the incident happened, he himself did something wrong, felt guilty and blamed himself, thinking that the explosion was caused by an accident of the bomb, and he did not think about other aspects at all.

But thinking about it now, Shiliu knew about LA's actions and it happened that he was sick and hospitalized in those two days, so it was very suspicious.

If he wants to harm LA, he can completely tamper with the diamond while other people are not paying attention.

Lei Shao's complexion was heavy, but his heart beat uncontrollably faster. If this was the case, then he might be able to get a chance to forgive Mu Zixing.

However, these are only guesses at present, and he must find enough evidence to prove that his guess is correct.

He couldn't make Muzi Xingkong happy.

But right now, I'm trapped here, and I can't even get a message out.

Have to figure out a way to meet your own people.

Lei Shao tapped the table with his fingers, and stared out of the window with deep eyes. At some point, the sky became gloomy again, and it seemed that it was going to rain soon.

Half a minute later, he thought about it.

Just finished breakfast, and Mu Zixing won't come in again before noon, Lei Shao got up, took the remote control, adjusted the temperature in the room to the lowest, and then went to the bathroom to take a cold shower for nearly an hour.

After he came out, he wore loose pajamas and went to the balcony with wet hair to enjoy the cold wind.

Not knowing if he would catch a cold, Lei Shao reached out to catch the raindrops that had just fallen outside and sighed slightly. After much deliberation, the easiest person to see was Xin Wen.

Just make yourself sick and bad enough.

But maybe it's because of his good health, until Lei Shao touched his forehead and tried it at night, he didn't seem to be getting hot.

As a last resort, Lei Shao went to take a cold bath before going to bed at night, and then stood on the balcony for most of the night facing the rain blowing in obliquely.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, he returned to the bed and sat down. He lit a cigarette for himself helplessly, and then turned off the light silently.

In his 30 years of life, he has never done anything like making himself sick.

Early the next morning, Lei Shao felt that he had a headache and a sore throat, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

"Does sir have a cold?" Mu Zixing asked sensitively.

"No," Lei Shao said calmly, "Maybe he smoked too much."

Mu Zixing pursed his lips, silently put the half pack of cigarettes on the table into his pocket.

Seeing his movements, Lei Shao smiled and sat down on the sofa chair in the corner of the balcony without saying anything.

Mu Zixing stood on the side, and from his angle, he could see the sharp jaw line, protruding Adam's apple, sexy collarbone and a small piece of exposed chest.

It's still raining.

Lei Shao kept turning his head to look outside, Mu Zixing curled his fingers involuntarily, and pursed his lips.

There is nothing in this room that can be used for entertainment, not even a page of a book.

Most of the time, what Lei Shao can do is to stay here quietly.

He said he would not force him, but this is not a form of persecution, which normal modern people can endure such loneliness.

"Mu Zixing," Lei Shao called out suddenly.

Mu Zixing's eyes moved.

"Come here," Lei Shao stretched out his hand, and when Mu Zixing came to him, he looked up at him for a while and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Zixing shook his head, stared at Lei Shao for a while, then stretched out his hand to close the open neckline for Lei Shao, and said, "Sir, be careful not to catch a cold."

After speaking, he took a step back, turned and left the room.

Facing Lei Shao, he always felt unspeakably uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to do with that man.

In the evening, Lei Shao finally developed a high fever, his tentacles were hot, and his whole body was sore, he didn't even eat dinner.

"," Mu Zixing looked at the reading on the forehead thermometer and said in a deep voice, "I'll call Xin Wen."

Xin Wen came quickly. After asking about Lei Shao's condition, he took out a stethoscope for auscultation. The two faced each other relatively close, and Xin Wen's body completely blocked Mu Zixing's gaze behind him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lei Shao winked at Xin Wen.

Xin Wen was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood. After the serious inspection, he straightened up and said to Mu Zixing, "Brother Xing, please twist up a warm towel and wipe your body for sir, so that the temperature will cool down faster."

Mu Zixing nodded and went to the bathroom immediately.

When he entered, Xin Wen called out in a low voice, "Sir."

Because it is the bathroom that comes with the bedroom, and the distance is very close, Lei Shao said to Xin Wen almost in a breathy voice, "Cha Shiliu, he has something to do with LA's death."

Xin Wen didn't know the whole story, but as long as he told Zhuang Shi the original words, the latter would understand.

Mu Zixing came out quickly, and the two of them didn't say a word. Xin Wen pretended to put away the stethoscope, then took out two bottles of glucose and normal saline, and mixed the medicine on the table in the bedroom.

"Wipe it once," Xin Wen said after giving Lei Shao the injection, "I added antipyretics, and the fever should be gone in a while, but there may be repeated fevers. If there is such a situation, call me tomorrow. I'll take a look again."

As he said that, he looked at Mu Zixing, "I'll prescribe some western medicine and ask someone to bring it over. Brother Xing, please take care of Mr. Xing."

Mu Zixing nodded and sent Xin Wen out.

After the people went downstairs, Mu Zixing turned around and went into another room next door, then turned on the computer monitor that had been on all the time, and adjusted the video back to 10 minutes ago.

After he went to the bathroom, the image of the secret conversation between Lei Shao and Xin Wen appeared, but because the voices of the two were too low, it was impossible to catch what they said.

And because of the angle, the camera only captured half of Lei Shao's face, and they couldn't interpret their conversation through lip language.

Mu Zixing stared at the picture in front of him and couldn't help clenching his fists, his face turned cold.

It took him a long time to let out a breath, calm down, and return to the master bedroom.

Lei Shao was closing his eyes, and the drip was injected into his blood vessel bit by bit through the transparent infusion tube.

Mu Zixing came to the bed and looked down at the person lying on the bed. He didn't expect that this person would make fun of his body just to see Xin Wen.

When Lei Shao stood on the balcony in the rain for a long time yesterday, he just thought that the other party was too lonely, and he couldn't bear it, thinking about bringing some books for him.

Only now do I know that the other party deliberately wanted to catch a cold, and then asked me to call Xin Wen over.

Now Mu Zixing couldn't tell whether he was more angry, more distressed, or something else, whether it was hatred or pain...

In short, all kinds of indescribable emotions were stuck in his throat, and when he came back to his senses, he had already leaned over and pinched Lei Shao's chin.