I spoil the domineering president

There was a last quarter moon hanging in the clear night sky, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the mountain road was twists and turns, Xu Zhuo was concentrating on driving the car through a section of the mountain road, and after entering the expressway into the city, he glanced at the driver in the back seat. people.

After hearing the news that his father was critically ill, Du Ziyou was in a daze at first, then he recovered his calm expression, silently obeyed Xu Zhuo's command, got dressed, packed his things, and then got into the car and drove to the city.

While checking his phone during the period, Du Ziyou found a few missed calls. The people over there must have called him first, but because no one answered because of the mute, he tried to contact Xu Zhuo as a last resort.

When Du Yongfeng heard Xu Zhuo admit that Du Ziyou was beside him, Xu Zhuo could feel his ambivalence of gnashing his teeth and finding someone as he wished, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, he didn't laugh, otherwise Du Yongfeng would have chopped him up with a knife himself.

Xu Zhuo glanced at the fuel gauge and stopped to refuel at the next service area.

There was a lot of noise when the car was parked, the window was opened and a gust of cold wind poured in. Du Ziyou, who was resting on the back seat with his eyes closed, shivered, opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

"It's not here yet," Xu Zhuo turned his head and said, "Sleep a little longer, and I'll call you when we arrive."

Du Ziyou sat in a daze for a while, then shook his head: "I can't sleep."

As soon as he closed his eyes, countless chaotic images flashed through his mind. He was looking around, trying to take a closer look but couldn't grasp any image. People are all vain and can't sleep peacefully at all.

Xu Zhuoding looked at him, as if he wanted to persuade him again, but in the end he didn't say anything, he pulled out a scarf from his backpack and threw it behind him.

"It may be cold, you wrap around." He said.

Du Ziyou's heart warmed up, and his mind became clearer.

He wrapped the scarf around his neck, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath. It was the familiar smell from Xu Zhuo's body, like a tough thread pulling him back to the ground when he was floating in the clouds.

When the gas was filled up, Xu Zhuo drove away from the service area.

There is still about an hour's drive from the destination, because it is a big city, even though there are still many vehicles driving on the highway entering the city at this point.

Xu Zhuo focused on driving, while Du Ziyou sat silently by the window, looking out of the window, not knowing whether he was looking at the dark night scene, or his own shadow reflected on the car window, or simply letting himself go.

Cars surpass a row of trucks full of fresh fruits and vegetables, they tirelessly deliver fuel to the city, and every morning is a new life for the city.At the same time, in a certain corner of the city, someone is going to the end of his life.

After arriving at the old house, the butler was already waiting, with a tired look on his face. Seeing the two people who got off the car, they only greeted casually, and hurriedly led them upstairs and stopped in front of a door.

When Xu Zhuo came here as a guest for the first time, he saw a nurse coming out of it, and guessed it was Mr. Du's treatment room.

"Young master and the doctor are inside." The butler said neither sad nor happy, nodded slightly and hurried away.

Xu Zhuo said softly, "Go in, I'll wait for you outside."

Du Ziyou looked up at him, without saying a word or moving.

Xu Zhuo stretched out his hand to wrap his clenched fist, and said softly, "I'm right outside the door, go in and say goodbye."

Gradually loosening his fist, Du Ziyou finally nodded, turned to face the door, took a deep breath, and pressed the handle.

The moment the door was pushed open, a pungent smell of disinfectant came over the face, a half-drawn curtain, and the "beep" sign monitor revealed penetrating red and green lights. Or standing five or six people, wearing crisp suits or neat white coats, gathered around a bed.

Xu Zhuo could only glance at the gap between the crowd and saw the dead wood-like face hidden under the translucent mask on the head of the bed.

Du Ziyou closed the door, cut off the beeping sound that seemed to indicate the countdown to life, and the pungent disinfectant smell also dissipated in the night wind without a trace.

Xu Zhuo put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall outside the door bored.

Don't blame him for being cruel, it's just that he really doesn't have much affection for the old man lying on the sick bed inside, at most there is only a trace of pity for the loss of life in his heart, but no real grief.

His eyes turned to the clear night sky, on which there were only a few scattered stars, and the nurses and servants who occasionally came in and out of the room looked at him curiously, without asking any questions.

But Xu Zhuo stopped one of them, gave her a few instructions, thanked her and let her leave.

He thought he would wait for a long time, but he didn't expect Du Ziyou to come out 10 minutes later, with frost on his brows, and strode away without saying a word, Xu Zhuo hurriedly followed.

It is clear that his life is not long, but why not let his youngest son have a better life?Xu Zhuo thought to himself, his impression of Mr. Du dropped another level.

Du Ziyou returned to his room, stopped when he entered the door, turned over the family portraits that were neatly placed on the cabinet at the entrance of the living room, and put them upside down on the cabinet.

Xu Zhuo smiled silently, followed him to the sofa and sat down, asking, "How is it?"

"I still have a breath, and fell asleep again." Du Ziyou said coldly, "I said a few words when I was awake, but I didn't hear them very clearly."

Xu Zhuo observed his expression and suspected that he actually understood those "several words" and that "those words" were not good words.

At this time someone knocked on the door, Xu Zhuo stood up and said, "Here we are."

He went to open the door and brought back two cups of drinks. The sweet aroma of cocoa wafted in the room.

"Hot cocoa, yours, warm your hands first." Xu Zhuo handed one of the cups to Du Ziyou, and kept the other cup of warm water for himself.

Du Ziyou frowned, obviously pleased by his thoughtfulness.

Xu Zhuo took a sip of warm water, they might not be able to sleep tonight. "Tell me about the next arrangement." He asked.

Holding the cup in both hands, Du Ziyou explained his father's condition: "The doctor said that he passed out this time, and he will stop breathing at some point."

"Then don't you need to stand by?" Xu Zhuo asked.

"Big brother is here," Du Ziyou rubbed his thumb unconsciously against the rim of the cup, "I don't want to keep vigil for him."

After speaking, he looked at Xu Zhuo anxiously, and said hesitantly, "You...do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

Xu Zhuo sat closer, wrapped his arms around his waist, put his lips close to his ears and lowered his voice deliberately, "You're not cold...you're hot inside."

The sudden naughty words made Du Ziyou blush, and he elbowed him reproachfully, Xu Zhuo smiled and didn't hide, but hugged him even tighter.

"Brother has prepared the funeral," Du Ziyou continued, "I will stay for a few days. I will be present when the lawyer reads out the will, and I will not be absent at the funeral or cremation."

Xu Zhuo nodded. He was not dead yet, and the two sons made clear arrangements for his afterlife. Is it a kind of sadness?

"I don't need to work, you don't need to waste time here with me, go back first," Du Ziyou said again, "Come back on the day of the funeral, and pick me up by the way."

Xu Zhuo hesitated, Xu Youcai would definitely not allow himself to be the hands-off shopkeeper for several days in a row, and Du Yongfeng would definitely not like to dangle in front of him, but he was worried about Du Ziyou.Every time he went back to the old house, he would be in a low mood, and if he wasn't with him, who knows what corners he would go to to torture himself.

"Let's have a look again. I have to confirm that you are okay before I dare to leave." Xu Zhuo said.

"Is there anything wrong with me?" Du Ziyou paused, and said slowly, "Maybe there was something else before I came here, but when I saw him on the hospital bed just now, his eyes stared at me with staring eyes, but he was helpless towards me. I was suddenly relieved. An old man who is dying cannot affect me now. In the future, when his body dies, my memory of him will not affect me. Only in this way can he die completely. This is the result I want. "

When he said this, his eyes were steady, and his tone was alienated as if he was telling someone else's story.

Xu Zhuo was beating drums in his heart, but he didn't point it out. He coaxed him in a roundabout way: "I believe in you, but don't rush to drive me away. Do you still remember where we made love?"

When he asked this suddenly, Du Ziyou's gaze immediately turned towards the bedroom.

The scene a few months ago is still vivid in my mind. Xu Zhuo was bewitched and said that he had no "wrong thoughts", but Du Ziyou yelled and hit him with a pillow, and finally tried his best to appease him.

Xu Zhuo whispered to him: "We've never slept here before, let me sleep for a night, okay? I'll leave after waking up in the morning."

How could it be possible for Du Ziyou to refuse, the two of them changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed, covering the quilt and just chatting.

People tend to take off their disguise when they are relaxed. Xu Zhuo noticed that Du Ziyou was indeed in a good mood, so he was sure that he was not bothered by Mr. Du's affairs.

The big stone in his heart was put down, sleepiness swept over, Xu Zhuo's eyelids were heavy, he pulled Du Ziyou into his arms in a daze, and fell asleep.

Du Ziyou's eyes were still open, his fingertips vaguely outlined Xu Zhuo's sleeping face, and he sighed enviously.People who can fall asleep quickly should never worry about anything.

Xu Zhuo went back to living a two-point and one-line life. He only made two phone calls with Du Ziyou every day, and also had to make video calls with Aunt Wei, asking her to report on Shitou's situation.

"Stone" is the name of the kitten. Du Ziyou racked his brains to come up with a name that was rejected by himself, and he was not satisfied with Xu Zhuo's help to think of it. In the end, he really couldn't call "cat" and "cat", so he slapped his head and decided. Under the name of the stone.

According to Xu Zhuo's wrong theory, "stone" is to show the kitten's calm personality, and at the same time, the name is "cheap" enough, just like human "dog eggs" and "iron pillars".It is said that children with humble names are easy to feed, so the name "Stone" also entrusts the ardent expectations of fathers (?), hoping that it can grow up healthily.

Du Ziyou was taken aback by what he said. He knew it was nonsense, but he was also persuaded. Thus, a weak and delicate cat with a trilling sound gained a strong local name.

The news of Mr. Du's death quickly spread throughout the city. Three days later, the funeral was held in a splendid manner, and there was an endless stream of people who went to express their condolences. They insisted on turning a funeral into a bustling business social gathering.

Xu Youcai naturally also knew about this matter. Although he had a feud with Du Yongfeng, it was a major event after the death of the head of the family. He thought for a moment and took his son there.

With the help of an old man, Xu Zhuo went to Du Ziyou's appointment in a more open manner. After walking around with the people attending the funeral, Xu Youcai met the boss who was rarely seen at ordinary times. went.

Xu Zhuo was secretly delighted, and came to Du Ziyou's side to accompany him to receive the guests, secretly expressing his heartfelt heartfelt feelings, and the two of them endured so much pain to maintain the grief on the surface.

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