Foodies can't be broken

At the end of the meal, Fu Shanhai pulled Jiang He away with a red face.

The more Jiang He looked at him strangely, the redder his face became.

In the end, Fu Shanhai, who couldn't concentrate on driving, stopped the car, pulled the little cutie into his arms, and ravaged her slightly.

Jiang He's hair was rubbed into a mess, and instantly became a little curly hair.

With a blushing face, he patted Fu Shanhai's hand away, and got out of the car angrily.

Fu Shanhai watched him take two steps outside, was frozen by the cold air outside, and went back to the car with a red nose and aggrieved.

Only this time I sat in the back row.

Fu Shanhai apologized with a sullen smile: "I'm sorry... I couldn't hold back."

……

In the next two days, Fu Shanhai helped Jiang He tidy up all his things, and went to the supermarket to buy the daily necessities he needed.

When shopping in the supermarket, Fu Shanhai always felt that he and Jiang He were like an old couple, pushing the cart together, discussing what to buy and what must-haves.

However, when they walked to the snack area, the hallucinations of the old couple woke up instantly.

Jiang He hugged a big pot of chocolates, and refused to let it go.

"You promised me last time that you can buy it!"

Fu Shanhai smiled wryly: "This is too cheap, no good, can I ask someone to bring it to you from Italy?"

"No," Jiang He shook his head firmly, "I want to eat this, this is delicious, I have loved it since I was a child."

Fu Shanhai saw that the price of the big pot was less than three digits, and his temples were throbbing.

"...Okay, put it down."

Jiang He resisted, and hugged him even tighter.

Seeing that everyone around was looking towards them, Fu Shanhai could only compromise for fear of being noticed by Jiang He.

"...Okay, buy a small can first, and I'll get you a can of nuts, okay?"

Jiang He pursed his lips and reluctantly accepted this uneconomical construction.

After walking through the chocolate area, there are puffed food areas, candy areas, biscuit areas...

The two seem to be in a tug-of-war, one wants to buy everything, and the other keeps blocking.

However, Fu Shanhai was still no match for Jiang He's acting like a baby. When he finally left the supermarket, he was carrying two big bags, one of which was full of snacks.

……

Looking at the snacks in the trunk, Fu Shanhai frowned speechlessly.

... once again strengthened his belief that he would not take Jiang He to the supermarket again.

……

After tidying up the new house and freshening up Jiang He for a few days, he re-entered the nervousness of preparing for the concert.

The news of the concert has already been released, and the time has probably been set.

The fans are looking forward to it, and they are already begging for ticket pre-sales on his Weibo every day.

Jiang He was both excited and nervous, and prepared more attentively.

……

He has prepared ten songs for this concert, and six of them need to be performed.

The remaining four songs also need to cooperate with the backup dancer.

For the six songs that need to be danced, each of Yushan has designed different movements, and Qian Yong has carefully created different stages.

Jiang He practiced crazily almost every day, barely catching up with the schedule.

But when he first started rehearsing dances, new problems arose.

The cooperation with the backup dancer, the presentation of the scene, the camera and the positioning...

Jiang He encountered these problems for the first time.

Almost in the first two weeks of his preparations, he encountered a concentrated outbreak of various problems.

At the same time, there was an outbreak of physical discomfort.

……

After more than a month of high-intensity training, practicing and singing day and night, my body has already sounded the alarm.

Although Fu Shanhai repeatedly emphasized not to be too tired, he often forced him to rest.

But where Fu Shanhai can't see, Jiang He will still practice desperately.

On a night when the low temperature was close to zero, Jiang He didn't pay attention when he practiced dancing alone, and the windows of the dance room were not closed properly.

When he was extremely tired, he lay down on the ground to rest for a while, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Suddenly the wind blew up outside, and the wind at night was bitter and biting, and the cold wind just blew in along the window.

Jiang He only wore a thin long-sleeved shirt, which was already drenched with sweat.

Slowly, Jiang He's body temperature dropped completely, even shivering unconsciously.

……

When he woke up again, Jiang He's whole body was already stiff, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could barely lift them.

Even though the surroundings were cold, his body was hot and his vision was blurred.

Jiang He vaguely felt that he had a fever, but he didn't have any strength, his physical strength had been exhausted long ago, and he couldn't even get up.

He struggled to turn over and fumbled for the phone that was set aside.

The high fever came suddenly and quickly, like a wild beast that had escaped from its cage, almost devouring Jiang He's entire body.

He touched the phone and found that his fingers were shaking, and he couldn't even pick it up.

I finally turned on the interface, but couldn't press the correct place. It took a long time to unlock the fingerprint successfully.

Opening the call record in a daze, Jiang He called Fu Shanhai.

……

"beep……"

"beep……"

"..."

The busy tone kept coming from the phone until it hung up automatically.

Fu Shanhai seemed to be busy and couldn't answer the phone.

Jiang He coughed twice, his cheeks flushed, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He forced himself to cheer up, forcefully opened his eyes to look at the screen, and called Fu Shanhai again.

This time it was still not connected, and Jiang He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier when he heard the regular "beep" sound on the other end.

……

"beep……"

"beep……"

"Sorry, you dialed..."

……

This time he didn't hear the beep on the phone.

Because before the phone automatically hung up, Jiang He had fallen into a coma again.

……

It was past ten o'clock when Fu Shanhai finished the meeting outside.

He frowned and tugged at his tie, feeling impatient.

There was always a bad premonition lingering in his heart, which was so strong that he ended the meeting early.

Picking up the mobile phone that was charging on the side, Fu Shanhai's pupils trembled instantly.

Half an hour ago, Jiang He made two phone calls to himself, and the duration of the ringing showed that he had to wait until he automatically hung up.

His heart started beating wildly, and Fu Shanhai immediately dialed it back.

But this time no one answered.

……

Fu Shanhai's expression turned ugly, and he immediately rang the smart robot at home.

This robot is connected to the mobile phones of two people. When he looks for Jiang He and no one answers his phone, he will directly talk to Jiang He through the robot.

But the robot showed that there was no one at home.

... Fu Shanhai's heart sank little by little.

Something may have happened to Jiang He.

……

Fu Shanhai quickly asked both Yu He and Chen Xiang to find someone, while he drove back directly to the company.

If not at home, Jiang He is probably at the company.

All the way to the company, Fu Shanhai stepped on the accelerator and the vehicles were roaring, and vehicles kept honking at him to warn him.

As soon as he arrived at the downstairs of the company, Fu Shanhai looked up and saw that there was a light on in the dance room on the fourth floor.

At the same time, he saw sharply that the window of the dance room was half open.

There was an instant "boom" in Fu Shanhai's mind, and the blood flowed back to his face, and his face was flushed with suffocation.

He opened the car door and rushed towards the building. He didn't even have time to wait for the elevator, and went straight up the stairs to the fourth floor.

At the same time, Yu He also rushed downstairs to the company.

When he saw Fu Shanhai running up without even closing the car door, his face turned pale with fright, and he rushed upstairs with Fu Shanhai.

……

The door of the dance room was closed. When Fu Shanhai rushed to the door, he glanced inside through the glass, but there was no one there.

Instead, Fu Shanhai breathed a sigh of relief.

In such a cold weather, Jiang He would get sick even if he stayed in the dance room with windows open for 10 minutes.

He took a deep breath and tentatively opened the door.

In the next second, Fu Shanhai froze.

Not far from the door, Jiang He lay quietly on the ground, his face was pale, even his lips were pale.

……

"... Jiang He!!!"

……

When Yu He arrived, he saw Fu Shanhai holding Jiang He in a panic.

This was the first time he saw such a desperate look on Fu Shanhai's face.

"Jiang He...Jiang He! Wake up, wake up!"

Fu Shanhai seemed to want to wake Jiang He up, but just looking at Jiang He's face in his arms, he knew that it was impossible for Jiang He to wake up immediately.

……

Yu He ran over and squatted down, trying to touch Jiang He's wrist.

It was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

Yu He immediately said: "Boss, we have to go to the hospital."

This sentence reminded Fu Shanhai, Fu Shanhai suddenly raised his head: "Yes...go to the hospital..."

He wanted to hold ginger together, but for some reason, he tried several times without success.

Fu Shanhai's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold Jiang He.

Jiang He was so cold that he even wondered if Jiang He was still breathing.

……

Yu He could see clearly that Fu Shanhai's face was pale, sweat was all over his face, and his expression obviously didn't calm down.

He could only snatch Jiang He from Fu Shanhai's arms forcibly, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Boss!"

……

Fu Shanhai seemed to have been hit on the head by someone, and he became sober in an instant.

"Quick! Go to the hospital!"

……

The two rushed downstairs, and Yu He drove quickly towards the nearest hospital.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, and Fu Shanhai's stiff body warmed up little by little. He hugged Jiang He tightly, trying to make Jiang He's body temperature a little higher.

At this time, the person in his arms suddenly moved.

Fu Shanhai immediately stared into Jiang He's eyes: "Jiang He!"

The slender eyelashes flickered a few times, and Jiang He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyes were loose and out of focus.

"Jiang He?" Fu Shanhai touched his face carefully, "Wake up."

After a few more quiet seconds, Jiang He seemed to wake up a little bit, rolled his eyes, and looked weakly at Fu Shanhai.

"Well……"

Just as he frowned and wanted to open his mouth, a violent cough interrupted him.

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough..."

Fu Shanhai hurriedly patted him on the back to help him calm down.

Jiang He's face turned red from coughing, his eyelashes were wet, and there was a faint smell of rust in his throat.

To make matters worse, he found that his voice seemed to be hoarse and he could not speak.

This made his eyes instantly become terrified.

Throat... There must be no accident with the throat!

Fu Shanhai didn't know what happened to Jiang He, but saw his face change, and he held his hand nervously.

"What's wrong?!"

Jiang He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound for a long time, only broken breath sounds.

"Uh... woo..."

He hooked Fu Shanhai's hand helplessly, and panic hit his heart like never before.

But even though he was extremely agitated, he couldn't exert any strength all over his body, only tears were falling down.

Fu Shanhai's voice was trembling with anxiety: "Jiang He, what's wrong? Where does it hurt? Jiang He!"

Yu He looked at them nervously from the rearview mirror: "Is Jiang He speechless?"

Only then did Fu Shanhai realize that no matter how Jiang He opened his mouth, there was no sound.

He reacted immediately, and patted Jiang He on the back to comfort him: "Don't worry, don't worry...it should be caused by a fever, it's okay, Jiang He is okay."

Jiang He's eyes were already red, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He was uncomfortable and frightened, and with the uncontrollable trembling when he had a high fever, he looked very pitiful.

Fu Shanhai hugged him distressedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I came too late..."

"It's fine, don't be afraid, your throat will be fine..."

"I'm here...I'm going to the hospital soon..."

……

The moment the car arrived at the hospital, the doctors who had already received the news and were waiting at the door took Jiang He, who had fallen into a coma again, from Fu Shanhai's arms, and sent him directly to the emergency department.

Fu Shanhai stood motionless in the corridor outside the emergency room.

Chen Xiang also rushed over, caught Yu He and asked what was going on.

Yu He explained, then frowned and said, "If it doesn't work, the concert will be cancelled."

"It can't be canceled!" Chen Xiang hurriedly said, "The time, venue, and artists are all set, and the stage is almost ready. Canceling it now is a huge loss!"

"What losses are you talking about!" Yu He was instantly annoyed, "I haven't seen what people are like, how can Jiang He train like this!"

Chen Xiang was also anxious: "But now it's not just a matter of loss! The news of the concert has been released, fans are waiting, and everyone in the same industry is watching. Now that it's cancelled, it will have a greater impact on Jiang He !"

……

The two kept arguing, but Fu Shanhai suddenly broke out.

"enough!"

The sound made both of them startled, and they stopped to look at Fu Shanhai at the same time.

Fu Shanhai's face was extremely ugly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I don't want to hear the three words of concert anymore, don't mention a word."

……

There was an instant silence in the corridor.

Yu He and Chen Xiang looked at each other, their eyes were full of worry.

Fu Shanhai was obviously furious. He regretted that he didn't take good care of Jiang He, and hated that the concert broke Jiang He's body.

In this way, judging by Fu Shanhai's attitude, the concert must be cancelled.

But Jiang He...

Yu He could have predicted that it was impossible for Jiang He to give up.

He has worked so hard for so long that the concert can be held successfully.

I am afraid……

……

Two hours later, the doctor finally came out of the emergency room.

Several people immediately gathered around.

The doctor took off his mask, frowned and asked, "Where are his family members?"

Fu Shanhai said immediately: "It's me."

"What's the matter with you!" The doctor said in a bad tone, "The patient's high fever is almost [-] degrees, and you let him burn for so long before sending him over!"

"And what kind of weather is this, the patient wears so little, can he not have a fever!"

He came too fast, Fu Shanhai couldn't take Jiang He's clothes, so he wrapped his coat around Jiang He when he got out of the car.

But the clothes that were one size too big didn't belong to Jiang He at first glance.

The doctor probably thought that Jiang He was only wearing a thin long sleeve. Seeing that Jiang He was young, cute, and suffered so many crimes, he felt distressed and angry, and kept blaming Fu Shanhai.

Fu Shanhai, who has always had a strong aura, listened silently when he was told by the doctor, his thick black eyelashes drooping down to hide the pain in his eyes.

At the same time, he was still apologizing in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's true that I didn't take good care of him. Is the situation serious?"

The doctor said angrily: "Of course it's serious! Let's stay in the hospital for observation now, and wait until the situation is stable."

In fact, what the doctor said was more serious than the actual situation. Although Jiang He burned badly, it was mostly because he was frozen, so he would not hurt his foundation.

In addition, he is still young and recovering quickly, so he will recover soon.

But the doctor saw that Jiang He had a lot of bruises on his body, and he was wearing so little clothes, and he looked like a minor, so he subconsciously thought that the child had been abused.

So he hopes that Jiang He can stay in the hospital for a few more days, and at the same time, he also wants this man who looks like his brother to grow up.

……

Hearing these words, Fu Shanhai gritted his teeth instantly, his eyes were frighteningly bright, his expression could not tell whether it was sad or angry.

"...Okay, I see, I'm sorry to trouble you."

……

After a while, Jiang He was pushed out and put into a single ward.

Fu Shanhai stood by his bed, watching Jiang He quietly.

Jiang He's skin was originally fair, but now it looks even whiter to the point of being almost transparent.

A lot of training during this period has made him lose a lot of weight, and the clear contours of his face make people feel distressed.

Jiang He's complexion looked better than before. Although his forehead was still very hot, he no longer sweated on his face.

A tall infusion bottle was hanging beside his bed.

Fu Shanhai looked at the infusion tube on the back of his hand with distress.

Jiang He has always been afraid of pain, and used to cry and tell himself if his skin was scratched a little.

But now for dancing practice, I don't know how many injuries I have on my body.

When Fu Shanhai just changed his hospital gown, seeing those bruises, his eyes couldn't stop being sore.

……

At this time, Jiang He's fingers moved slightly.

Fu Shanhai immediately looked into Jiang He's eyes.

After waiting for a few minutes, Jiang He opened his eyes with difficulty.

His voice recovered a little, and he could barely speak.

"I……"

"You have a fever, it's very severe." Fu Shanhai touched his forehead, "The fever hasn't subsided yet, so sleep a little longer."

Jiang He coughed weakly twice, and asked, "My throat..."

"Don't worry," Fu Shanhai said, "the doctor said, it's inflammation caused by fever, plus excessive use of the voice, damage to the vocal cords, it will be fine after a period of recuperation."

Jiang He was a little anxious: "How long..."

Seeing that he was still worried about the concert, Fu Shanhai sighed and shook his hand: "Cancel the concert first."

Jiang He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"What...cough cough!...cough cough..."

He suddenly coughed violently.

Fu Shanhai quickly helped him up, hugged him in his arms, and helped him to relax.

Jiang He coughed and asked tremblingly, "Why... can't, can't cancel..."

"Jiang He," Fu Shanhai's face changed, "I can't practice any more, you are just making fun of your body now."

……

"Cough...I..." Jiang He was dizzy, his eyes turned white for a while, and he had no strength at all, so he could barely support himself and whispered, "Can't cancel...the concert...must..."

"No." Fu Shanhai's tone was unquestionable, he held him down, and signaled him to rest first.

Jiang He froze for a few seconds, then lay down quietly.

However, Fu Shanhai soon discovered that the body under the palm was shaking.

Jiang Hezai... cried silently.

……

Fu Shanhai's eyes turned red instantly: "...Jiang He, don't cry."

The sick person was emotionally fragile, and Jiang Heyi couldn't stop crying when he thought of preparing for so long, but his efforts were in vain.

Fu Shanhai could hold it back at first, but when Jiang He cried until he choked up, he couldn't take it anymore.

Fu Shanhai frantically wiped away his tears, his distressed voice changed.

"Hey, your body really can't hold it."

"At least don't think about it for now, okay?"

Jiang He closed his eyes, and his emotions collapsed silently. Due to the blockage of the airway, he could only breathe with his mouth open, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and his pale face showed a touch of sick red.

Tears wet the pillow, and Fu Shanhai had to replace it with a new one.

……

Excited by his stubbornness, he almost collapsed, and veins appeared on Fu Shanhai's forehead.

"...Jiang He...don't cry, I can't stand it."

He hugged Jiang He carefully, as if hugging a precious and fragile baby.

"In this way, let's take care of our health first. If your voice can recover quickly, the concert may not be canceled, okay?"

……

Jiang He leaned on his shoulder, blinked weakly, and let out a low "um" from his throat.

Fu Shanhai sighed for a long time.

He closed his eyes, hugged Jiang He, and showed a rare helplessness in his tone: "...Go to sleep."

"You have to get better before you can go to the concert..."

"You are like this, I really... can't bear it for a second."

Jiang He's strength had long been exhausted, and he was relieved when he heard Fu Shanhai say that the concert would not be cancelled.

With the familiar embrace and the calming ingredients in the medicine, he soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Fu Shanhai laid the person down carefully, covered the quilt, and asked Yu He to ask the nurse to change the drip.

……

Yu He looked at Fu Shanhai distressedly: "Boss, it's already two o'clock, you go to sleep for a while, let me guard."

"No need," Fu Shanhai closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, "I'm not sleepy, you go back, I'm here tonight."

Yu He said: "Then tomorrow's meeting on concert preparations will be canceled first..."

"No," Fu Shanhai suddenly opened his eyes, "continue to prepare."

Yu He was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise: "...what?"

Fu Shanhai looked at the quietly sleeping person on the bed: "Everything is going according to plan."

"But..." Yu He couldn't help asking, "If Jiang He..."

Fu Shanhai gave the answer before he finished speaking.

"Then cancel it temporarily."

Yu He's eyes widened in shock.

Now all the projects are advancing at a speed of burning money, if the time comes to stop suddenly...

Fu Shanhai said calmly: "Don't worry, if it is really cancelled, all the losses caused will be paid by me personally."

……

Yu He looked at him with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he sighed and replied: "...OK."

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