drowning tide

The food he ate in the morning had already been digested by this point, so what Yi Huai vomited out was cloudy gastric juice except for a little residue.

He instinctively covered his mouth with his hand, but he couldn't stop it at all. The warm and viscous liquid leaked from between his fingers, emitting an unpleasant sour smell.

"Yi Huai!"

Nie Xicheng, who had been paying attention to this side, hung up the phone and ran towards him, "The ambulance will come soon, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Contrary to the panic in his words, Nie Xicheng's movements of supporting him were extremely gentle, as if he was made of glass.

If it weren't for the severe discomfort, he would actually want to laugh a little bit—his head hurts like being run over, his eyes can't focus, and a large hazy red condenses.red?He could barely see that his hands were covered with dark red filth.It's too dirty, he subconsciously wanted to break free from Nie Xicheng's hand, don't lean in, it will dirty you too.But those arms were solid and powerful, which could give him an endless sense of security. He suddenly felt very tired, and a voice in his mind said, that's it, isn't this what you want?

does he want thisJust the thought of rejection would make him very sad, so he must have wanted this.He let himself lean against this person's warm body, even if it was only for a short moment, he didn't want to do anything against his will.

It wasn't until the bile was gone that he finally stopped vomiting, "Nie..."

The feeling of nausea haunted him all the time, and the scorching acid water came out of his head as soon as he spoke.

"I'm here, I'm here..." The person who was called held his hand tightly, "Ah Huai."

Perhaps only at this moment, all scruples are no longer scruples.

Hearing this familiar title, Yi Huai's thoughts suddenly cleared up for a moment.Yeah?It's really good of you to be here.He murmured, but didn't know whether he had said it or not.

His consciousness seemed to be divided into two halves, one watching the chaotic and noisy scene from a high place, and the other sinking in endless pain.

The passage of time became very slow, and the noisy human voices and the sharp sirens of police cars made it almost impossible for him to concentrate.

"The ambulance is here, don't sleep, do an examination first."

During the period of half-consciousness, he felt that he was being put on a stretcher. During this period, someone was always beside him, wiping the blood and dirt from his face with a soft cloth.

"Raise it higher, don't let him lie flat, the vomit may backflow into the trachea and cause suffocation." The man who spoke was a very strange man, probably the accompanying doctor, "It's nosebleed, not gastrointestinal bleeding."

When the car door was closed, most of the humming noise was cut off, and Yi Huai took a hard breath.

"You said he just hit his head? It should be a concussion. We'll have to take an X-ray to find out if there's a basilar skull fracture." The doctor got an overview of the situation at Nie Xicheng's place, and came over to give him a routine examination while asking, " Is there any pain in particular?"

He couldn't remember what happened before, so he shook his head and nodded, raised his finger and barely pointed to his temple.

He meant that this was the only place where it hurt - he didn't feel it when he hit it, but now that he was recovering, he realized that his headache seemed to be splitting open, and it even had a tendency to intensify.

"I'll give you an injection of diazepam first, which will make you feel better."

At this point, he no longer had the strength to speak, so he had to keep his eyes open to watch the cold liquid being injected into his blood vessels.

The pain and the complicated world have been blurred, and his body is very light and comfortable, but he still refuses to close his eyes, stares at that person, grabs the hem of his clothes, and does not allow him to leave.

Nie Xicheng, who was going to bandage up, stopped moving, and slowly found a place to lean against in the posture of being caught.

At this place, the effect of the medicine finally fully came up, and his consciousness sank to the bottom of the dark water, until the lair of long memories.

Someone was crying, and his first reaction was not why—the same deep, painful grief enveloped him, and they were in common at this moment.

The teenage boy looked at him sadly, his red eyes were soaked with tears, and his heart was tightly clenched by invisible hands as he wept silently.

The dark circles under the eyes, the pale complexion and the chapped lips, haggard left such clear marks on this handsome face that it almost destroyed him completely.

"Ah Huai, I don't have a father anymore."

In the smoky mourning hall, some burnt cigarette butts were scattered on the ground, a ray of cherry light split the closed darkness, and they sat in a corner where the light could not find, murmuring and whispering.

"I dreamed about him last night. He pushed open the door and walked in. He sat on my bedside and asked me if I had enough pocket money, if I had any trouble at school, and if I had any fights recently. He He touched my head and said that I am so much older than you, I am a brother, I have to take care of you, don't make you sad... It's funny, he hasn't been so close to me since I was 15 years old. I asked him Why are you so nasty? I didn’t take good care of you one day. He smiled and called me a little bastard, the debt he owed in his previous life. He said that if I didn’t want to see him so much, he would leave. I wanted to tell him not to leave. But I couldn't say anything, just watched him go away... I opened my eyes, and found that his posthumous photo is here, he won't come back, he came to say goodbye to me..."

He couldn't help but want to hug the teenager, which he did.

This person's body has shed the youthful innocence and moved closer to the category of a mature man, unlike him who has just completed the transformation from a child to a teenager, and his body is covered with bony bones.

After a long time, traces of heat and humidity seeped in through the thin fabric, making him shiver, and that piece of skin seemed to be burning.

They hugged each other like this all the time, the dim daylight slowly faded, and then the moon that was so cold to the bone, two completely different lights lingered on the crack in the floor, changing over and over again.

The man had a very faint smell of smoke on his body.He is usually a person who hates smoking. There is a director in the company who has a strong smell of cigarettes, so when he needs to deal with him, he must be mentally prepared in advance.

Only today, the smell made him feel very warm and safe, to the point where he didn't want to let go.

——During the years when we couldn't see each other, how have you been?

—I miss you all the time.

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"Hurry up, hurry up, why the hell did this happen."

Wen Zhicheng was hanging out with the new little model when he received the phone call from Luo Yi. After hearing clearly what happened, he was almost frightened out of his wits—his right-hand man was murdered naked in broad daylight. Luo Yi's overly beautiful young confidant was actually sitting there, and now the two of them are sent to the hospital together, and it is not known whether they are alive or dead.No wonder Yin Yuan called him like crazy just now, he was really regretful, he hurriedly pushed away the warm and soft jade in his arms, lifted his pants and rushed towards this side, wishing to go back and kill the self who hung up the phone and refused to answer.

If something happened to Luo Yi's people, he wouldn't even cry.

"Boss, it's...here."

After he experienced a series of objective factors such as traffic jams and traffic lights, he hurried to the hospital. Luo Yi and his people probably took an hour or two to arrive. scary.

He quickly inspected everyone present, saw the bandaged assistant Yin Yuan, and Luo Yi who was drinking tea there, but he didn't see the other protagonist of the accident, "Where's Manager Yi...? "God knows how many bloody scenes he imagined when he said this, and even his voice trembled.

Luo Yi raised his head, as if he had just noticed that there was someone else in the room, "He hasn't woken up yet, I asked Fei Chuan to stay with him over there, and Mr. Lao Wen won't worry about any minor injuries."

Lying down, not waking up... Wen Zhicheng's last tinge of blood disappeared, and he almost peed on the spot.

He had heard how ruthless Luo Yi was—none of the murderers who killed Luo Guanying had ever been kind to him, especially that Yi Sheng.Yi Sheng, Yi Huai... He vaguely felt that he had penetrated some ulterior and shocking secret, but he immediately denied this idea.

There are so many people with the surname Yi in the world, the two probably just happened to have the same surname.

"What are you so afraid of doing?" Luo Yi observed him carefully, and sighed suddenly, "It's not as serious as you think. The concussion, the doctor prescribed some tranquilizing medicine, and I just fell asleep."

Wen Zhicheng heaved a sigh of relief, and what followed was resentment: If he had to choose, he would rather have his assistant Yin Yuan lying there.

He gave Nie Xicheng a hard look, "What happened? Yin Yuan, please explain to Mr. Luo why Manager Yi is in your car. I swear I didn't intend to harm him."

Maybe it was his delusion, Yin Yuan gave him a completely different feeling from the time he went out in the morning, and there was a faint hostility lingering around him.

"Speak!" He raised his voice, almost kicking someone, "Are you dumb? I'll let you speak..."

Luo Yi, who had been on the sidelines before, gestured, "Wait a minute, Boss Wen, let the others go out, and leave you and him alone."

His gaze was directed towards Wen Zhicheng, and Wen Zhicheng met him suddenly, shivering almost instinctively.

"This..." These people are here to protect me.

"Mr. Wen can't trust me?"

These words were really heartbreaking, Wen Zhicheng shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, how could it be, how could Boss Luo harm me."

I don't know which sentence he said made Luo Yi laugh, and the lips that always looked a little mean when he was not smiling were curled up.

Luo Yi was much scarier when he smiled than when he didn't. Wen Zhicheng shook twice, and subconsciously straightened his back.To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing to be forced into this by a young man who is so much older than himself, but this man is of the same generation as his father Wen Zhengting, and I am like a plucked quail in front of him, how dare I do it the other way around?

Wen Zhicheng hastily drove the extra people outside to stay.

When only the bodyguards of the Luo family and the three of them were left in the reception room, Luo Yi said flatly, "I am doing it for your own good too. I talked to this Assistant Yin before you came. You have Wen Fan's eyeliner by your side. As for I don’t know which one it is, I hope Mr. Wen can close the door and clean up the door when he returns, and don’t do anything next time. The itinerary leaked 800 years ago and everyone knows.”

"You mean...you know who did it?"

"Assistant Yin, help me to speak clearly?" Luo Yi glanced at Nie Xicheng with a half-smile, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's Wen Fan's man, he can't sit still." Nie Xicheng, who had been as silent as a stone statue since Wen Zhicheng entered the door, said the first sentence, "It was an accident that I met Manager Yi, I didn't expect to involve him , so I am wrong about this matter.”

Hearing the name Wen Fan, Wen Zhicheng caught at the last straw, "Wen Fan, this little bastard, has gone against the sky, even Mr. Luo dares to touch your people!" He gritted his teeth so much that the whole picture His face looked hideous and distorted.

"Don't panic, as I said, I have communicated with your assistant, and I know who to blame and who not to blame. Assistant Yin, please continue."

Wen Zhicheng didn't know what they talked about before he came, but it was the best way for someone like him who didn't think too much about things - they just need to tell him the conclusion of the discussion.

"Wen Fan wanted to kill me, even knowing that there were other people in the car who wanted to kill me, there is no doubt about it. I don't think I personally offended that President Wen, so their intentions are obvious, but they want to pass Kill me to deal with Mr. Wen."

There is no need to send such a terrifying truck for ordinary follow-up. Wen Fan made it clear that he wanted to kill Yin Yuan, the right-hand man, and then crush Wen Zhicheng into the dust, making him unable to recover forever.

Now Wen Zhicheng finally feels a little bit of fear: If Yin Yuan dies, who will help him read those headache contracts and deal with those annoying official documents?He couldn't find another Yin Yuan who was capable and willing to work hard under him.

When Nie Xicheng finished speaking, Luo Yi's face was as deep as water, and he couldn't see much emotion, "I raised that child with my own hands, and now he is lying on the hospital bed like that, if I stand by and watch, I will be underestimated." go?"

Raised with his own hands...Wen Zhicheng was really terrified when he heard it.

This is much more important than he thought.

"So... Mr. Luo, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"

"Wen Fan knows that my people dare to do such a cruel thing in the car, if I turn around and make him dissatisfied, maybe I will be the next one lying on the hospital bed."

Hearing what Luo Yi said, Wen Zhicheng's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and he had to pinch his thigh to control his laughter.After all, the heavens still favored him, knowing that he and Wen Fan were fighting to the death, so he gave him a turnaround——Wen Fan shot himself in the foot, and even lost the business he got when he failed to steal the chicken.

"Mr. Luo, what do you mean...?" He wanted to make sure that Luo Yi meant what he meant.

Luo Yi stretched out his hand towards him, looking very kind, "Mr. Wen, we are on the same boat now, so get ready to sign the contract next week."