Congenital deficiency

Facing the other party's calm but persistent gaze, Hong Zhuo lowered his head to hide his emotions, and his domineering aura disappeared. From Hong Lingyu's perspective, all he could see was his tall nose bridge.

Hong Lingyu accepted the promise, but she was still a little uneasy: "Mr. Hong, I want to go out to work." What if Hong Zhuo suddenly had a whim and refused to let him eat?Or go out to work by yourself, at least...you can still eat three meals a day.

On this question, Hong Zhuo did not answer quickly.He was thinking, did the other party make this request because he was flustered at home, or just wanted to take the opportunity to go out for a walk?He remembered that the other party's work was translation, and he could do it no matter where he was.

In this case, the probability of the latter case should be relatively high.

"Yes. But I will send two people to follow you to ensure your safety." Not wanting to push people too hard, Hongzhuo agreed to his request, and at the same time gave his own, "But you can only go out after breakfast in the morning, and you have to come back at night have dinner."

……what is this?Even Hong Xiaxuan didn't have such outrageous access control requirements.

Thinking of being dependent on others, the other party also made concessions, and Hong Lingyu didn't want to argue with him again, so she nodded and agreed.

A few days later, Hong Lingyu was discharged from the hospital smoothly, and Hong Zhuo came to the hospital in person to take her back to the house.

When he got off the car, he saw all the servants of the Hong family waiting neatly at the door to welcome the two of them back.

Hong Lingyu was stunned by the battle for a few seconds before getting out of the car, and walked past them in a slightly hasty footstep without even looking at them.

Hong Zhuo looked sideways for a few times, two of the servants caught his gaze and walked out first, following behind Hong Zhuo, while the others dispersed.Taking them to the second floor, Hong Zhuo went to Hong Lingyu's room and pointed out the two people to him: "These two people will be responsible for following you in the future. If you have anything to do, just ask them to do it. Match again."

The two hurriedly greeted Hong Lingyu.

"Master Zhang, my name is Hu Bo." One of the men bowed and said.

"Master Zhang just call me Tingyu, Zhou Tingyu."

Is this to spy on him?

Hong Lingyu frowned, and took a step back uncomfortably, showing some resistance.He was thinking about the words in his mind, and just about to open his mouth to refuse, Hong Zhuo, who had already compromised with him twice, seemed to have no intention of compromising again this time: "They don't usually bother you, and I don't worry if the two of them follow."

As always, he is overbearing and decisive, and no one can refuse him at all.

Hong Lingyu suddenly felt a little aggrieved, she curled her lips and turned around to pack her things.He came back specifically to get his laptop, and was going to go back to his small rented house for a while.Fortunately, my brother always rents for three years, otherwise, if he doesn't see him for more than a year, he may be kicked out by the landlord.

Seeing him rummaging through things, Zhou Tingyu and Hu Bai wanted to come up to help, but Hong Lingyu dismissed him silently.These two people were inexplicably forced by Hong Zhuo and couldn't be driven away. He didn't need help from others for such trivial things as packing up.

After tidying up, a group of five people got into the nanny car specially arranged by Hong's family, and drove Hong Lingyu to his small rented house.

Hong Lingyu took out the key in the small compartment of the schoolbag, hesitating a little.Since he was born, this is the only place that can be called a private domain after he gradually had his own ideas. Do you want to bring these Hong family members in like this?

While he was hesitating, some residents in the corridor would always cast inquiring and curious glances when they went up and down the corridor, which made him a little uncomfortable.In the end, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and opened the door, so as not to stand at the door and receive more attention for nothing.

There has been no ventilation for more than a year, and there is a moldy dusty smell in the small rented house.First, she drew the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation, then Hong Lingyu went to wring out the rag herself, and began to wipe the furniture.

Hu Bo and Zhou Tingyu quickly put down their things and began to help. Together, the three of them finished cleaning in a short while.

Hong Lingyu didn't talk to the two of them, and didn't have anything to tell them, so she turned on the computer and sat down at the desk, and started to do her own business.

The two checked all the corners and took a short break after confirming that there was nothing missing.Looking at the time, the two checked things out, and then decided that Hu Bo would go shopping and come back, and Zhou Tingyu would stay in the room to take care of Hong Lingyu.

The movement of Hu Bo going out didn't make Hong Lingyu look up. Looking at Hong Lingyu who was concentrating on the computer, Zhou Tingyu took out his mobile phone and started sending text messages: Master Zhang returned to the rented house, cleaned and was working.

Soon, although there was no reply, the message "read" was displayed.

After Hu Bo came back, Zhou Tingyu went to cook. The two bodyguards and the two of them plus Hong Lingyu made a big table for six people, but when Hong Lingyu sat down to eat, But I saw several other people standing on the side, and there was no intention of sitting down.

He paused while holding the bowl: "You..." Thinking of eating with these strange and unfamiliar people, he felt a little embarrassed for no reason, but it was not easy for others to stand and watch him eat, "Sit down."

Although the two strong and strong bodyguards looked upright and not easy to get close to, they were extremely obedient and obedient. When Hong Lingyu's voice fell, they sat down obediently.

"..."

Hu Bo and Zhou Tingyu also ate together in a good manner.

In the afternoon, Hong Lingyu continued to read the mail, and occasionally wrote and drew on the straw paper. He had a thick dictionary by his hand, and he would flip through it from time to time.

He joined a translation forum before, and all the jobs in it were submitted. If you are interested, you will take the initiative to accept it, and if you are not interested, just don't reply.Occasionally, there will be customers who look for a certain translator and contact them specifically to appoint a translator.

During this period of time, he had no freedom and no mood, and he rejected several orders that came to him. Now that he resumed work, he was not in a hurry, and took over a job of translating subtitles in the group.

When a person is concentrating, time always passes extremely fast, and an afternoon passes in the blink of an eye.

At four o'clock, Zhou Tingyu came over and carefully knocked on the door: "Master Zhang, it's almost time, you can prepare to go back."

Hong Lingyu was pondering over the translation of a sentence that she was not sure about, when she was suddenly interrupted, she didn't feel bad about it, she nodded and got up and left, taking nothing but the keys, frowning all the way thinking about that sentence.

When eating at night, Hongzhuo looked at his thoughtful face, thinking that something happened, and didn't want to ask Zhou Tingyu or Hu Bai, so he asked Hong Lingyu directly: "What are you thinking?"

Hong Lingyu picked up the chopsticks mechanically. Although Zhang Daiqiu's body and healthy brain are now replaced, it is probably because the previous habits have been formed. He cannot handle multiple things at the same time. When he is thinking about something, he hears Hong Lingyu When Zhuo talked to him, he only looked up at the direction of the sound source, and then lowered his head to think for himself.

Hong Zhuo saw that he didn't seem to be ignoring him on purpose, but that he seemed to be too absorbed in thinking about things and didn't care about anything else, so he didn't bother with him. He just saw that he couldn't move his chopsticks for a long time, so he just put the dishes away. Put it in his bowl, in this way, even if Hong Lingyu just repeats the mechanical action of picking up the bowl and sending the food to his mouth, he can eat a lot of food, and he looks very obedient.

Hongzhuo hadn't experienced this kind of feeding experience for many years, but he found it a bit novel. All kinds of dishes on the table were placed in the Hongling jade bowl without interruption for a second.

Hong Lingyu ate and thought very seriously, but suddenly, he stopped chewing, his teeth hit the chopsticks, he quickly pulled out a piece of paper, bowed his head and spit out something.

"What's the matter? Is there a stone?" Hongzhuo asked.

Hong Lingyu directly covered the spit out with paper, his face that was slightly rosy just now had turned pale, he stood up hard with his feet, and the stool was pushed behind him with his movements.Before he could answer Hong Zhuo's question, he turned and ran to the bathroom on the side of the hall to rinse his mouth.

Although he vomited in time, the smell was hard to completely disappear from his mouth. He rinsed his mouth several times, but finally couldn't hold it back, turned his head and lay down on the toilet, his throat moved, and he began to retch.The little rice and vegetables I ate just now were all vomited out in a short time.

Hongzhuo followed with strides.It wasn't the first time he saw people vomit. After drinking too much, those people in the wine field vomited all over the floor, but it was the first time he saw people vomit so uncomfortable and heartbreaking.

Hong Lingyu half-kneeled on the ground, curled up deeply, with her stomach sunken to the center of her body, her well-articulated back lined with a thin T-shirt to make the number of people distinct, the back of her neck was covered in cold sweat, her hands While propping up his body, he trembled uncontrollably. From the side, he could still see his frowning and painful expression, as if he was enduring some kind of torture.

After throwing up, retching again.

By the time the tossing was over, it had been quite a while.

Zhou Tingyu stood outside the bathroom with warm lemonade, and handed it to Hong Lingyu as soon as he came out.

Once this episode was over, he was no longer in the mood to eat, and the new chef who had been in the house for only two days was frightened with food on his face.

Hong Lingyu wanted to go back to the room, but just now he vomited until he came out with bile, his hands and feet were limp, and he couldn't walk a few steps at all, so he was temporarily placed on the sofa.

Before the dishes were removed from the dinner table, Hong Zhuo walked over and stood by the table, looking at the dishes that he had just put into the Hong Lingyu bowl with his own hands.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He thought about it, he had eaten all these dishes himself, and he couldn't fault the taste, and he definitely wouldn't use stale dishes in the kitchen.

After much deliberation, he looked at the trembling chef, who wanted to explain but didn't know how to speak, and finally just said: "I don't need to make this dish in the future." Maybe it was an allergic reaction?

The chef waited and waited, thinking that the other party would ask him first when he opened his mouth, but he didn't expect that nothing happened. He was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised, and nodded his head in agreement.