Congenital deficiency

Downstairs of the high-end apartment where Hongzhuo lived, a Buick was parked in the underground parking lot. The person who got off the driver's seat walked around to the back seat and took out a four-story food box from it. He took it out and was about to lock the car, when he heard an exclamation from the side: "Hey?! Why is it you again?" The soul who forgot to add the speed of light to face asked: "Didn't you say to call me when you delivered it again? Why didn't you call me?"

The manager didn't change his face, while wailing in his heart: Why is it him again? !While flicking him calmly in his heart: "Damn, the time is too tight today, I wanted to call you, but the leader urged me to deliver his meal quickly, so I didn't have time." The manager threw the pot away without hesitation. The leader smiled very friendly and politely: "Thanks for taking care of the business, if I have time to do your business, how can I not make money and not call you, don't worry!"

The big boy leaning against the pillar frowned, and said dubiously: "...All right. Then remember to call me next time."

The manager smiled confidently and vigorously: "Sure, sure, you can rest assured. Our business is the most important thing to keep our promises."

The big boy seemed to be skeptical of what he said all the time, nodded lightly, took one last look at him before turning around and getting into his own car, and drove out of the underground garage, leaving only a row of exhaust gas in place.

The manager had also gone upstairs at this time, stood at the door straightening his collar, and sent him a text message instead of ringing the doorbell as Hongzhuo had said when he came.

He actually got the boss's personal phone number!

The manager was still trembling in his heart while sending the text message.

Less than a minute after the text message was sent, the door opened in front of him. It was the first time that the manager saw Hong Zhuo in home clothes. After a while, the other party asked questions one after another: "Is the food delivered on time these few days?"

The manager nodded hurriedly.

"How is he eating?"

The manager's face froze.Didn't you always tell me not to talk to him, and try not to make eye contact with this young master...?So how would I know how he was eating?

The manager thought it over and replied, "It should suit your appetite. It's just that Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to have a good appetite, and he eats less in one meal than in one meal."

The mood of the other party seems to be getting worse every day.The manager secretly thought that when he delivered the food on the first day, the other party was still a little surprised, and would always look at him twice, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up, but there was still an expression on his face.

When he went to deliver the last meal the next day, this Young Master Zhang looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

Thinking of Zhang Daiqiu's cold and emotionless eyes, the manager shivered subconsciously.

After Hongzhuo heard this, his brows and tails were pressed down, and his eyes were full of displeasure: "In the future..."

But then he suddenly shut up, just said "It's all right," and closed the door.

And later?

From waking up to now, the people in the room didn't drink a drop of water, didn't eat a bite of food, and didn't give him a look.

This situation is even worse than before.

Tan Minxin was called by Hongzhuo when she was still under the quilt in the morning. After some conversation, Tan Minxin's ridicule towards Hongzhuo became even more merciless.

——"You actually shut him up at home for two days?"

——"You don't give him the key? Don't let him go out? What's the difference between you doing this and imprisoning him?"

— "Do you really want him back to health?"

——"Stop spoiling people."

So from this morning, Hong Zhuo made up his mind that he would never leave Hong Lingyu here alone again.

The food boxes on the fourth floor contained more complicated and delicate delicacies than the previous two days. Hong Zhuo brought a clean small wooden table, put down the food boxes layer by layer, took out the food inside, and placed them on the small wooden table Then put the chopsticks in Hong Lingyu's hand.

"Take a bite." Hongzhuo's voice was a little hoarse, his face was obviously tired after two days of sleepless nights, and his eyes were bloodshot, "If you don't eat... your body will not be able to bear it. That's Do you want it?"

Hong Lingyu still had no expression on her face, but moved her hand holding the chopsticks slightly.

He doesn't resist food, he just doesn't have an appetite.And he was really tired, it took a lot of effort to raise his hand, it was too hard.

tired.

Seeing him move, Hong Zhuo seized the opportunity to continue persuading him: "No matter where you feel uncomfortable, we can take your time, but let's eat first, okay?" , put the posture extremely low.

Hong Lingyu didn't respond to his words, and she didn't know if she had listened to him.

He was just tangled in his heart.

I'm so tired... I'm so tired of raising my hand, I'm so tired of eating.

But this is my brother's body, I shouldn't spoil it like this.

But I'm too tired... Let him do it again, just one more time...

Hong Zhuo stood by the bed and said many words of persuasion. It was not until five or six minutes passed that Hong Lingyu, who had been struggling for a long time, raised his arm and put a mouthful of white rice into his mouth.

The cold made his cheeks flushed, his mouth chapped, and his breath heavy; his fatigue made his arms tremble slightly, and he almost couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily.

Hong Zhuo was heartbroken seeing this.

It's his fault.

What is wrong with the person in front of him from the beginning to the end, to suffer from this?

——"Be nice to him? If you're being nice to him like that, you might as well let him fend for himself, at least he'll be happier than here!"

At first, he thought that what he was wrong was the original intention.He shouldn't have taken the man in front of him back as a "body armor".

Later, he felt heartbroken, and then he was full of remorse. He thought that what he did wrong was that he didn't protect people. He suffered so many assassinations and left three gunshot wounds on his body; he listened to so many rumors and despised ; let him grow up alone, suffered from being locked up in the study, starved, and neglected after death...

He originally thought that all his mistakes were due to his ignorance of the person in front of him.

But at this moment, looking at the young man in front of him who was healthy and healthy when he lived alone in the mountains half a year ago, but now has several serious illnesses and is almost unsteady with chopsticks, he suddenly realizes that his fault lies in intervening in the life of the other party.

It was he who caused the other party to suffer countless assassinations and gunshot wounds; it was he himself who locked him in the study, without realizing it for three days, enduring darkness and hunger; it was he who almost forced this person to face the fragility in his heart, The opponent had to take the door and flee.

It was also him who personally caused the other party's death, and dragged him back to this hell again after the other party regained his freedom.

Such a him, what qualifications does he have to be forgiven by the person in front of him, and he still wants the other person to have the same feelings for him...?

If there is a choice, Hong Lingyu will definitely go as far as he can go, just like he once chose.

Seeing Hong Zhuo struggling to open his chopsticks to eat, Hong Zhuo slowly turned sideways, gently covered his forehead with his palm, and then slid it down little by little to cover his eyes.

After a long while, he suppressed the hot feeling in his eyes, opened his bloodshot and red eyes, he didn't dare to look directly at Hong Lingyu, only dared to lightly look at the back of the other's too thin and fair hand superior.

Just treat him as a hypocrite.

He can accept all conditions.

Except for one, let Hong Lingyu go.

The manager was a lot more cautious before getting out of the car this time. Before driving into the parking lot, he looked around to make sure that the big boy who asked him to deliver food was not nearby, and then got out of the car.

He quickly took out the food box, locked the car, strode all the way into the elevator, found the button on the sixteenth floor, and frantically pressed it until the elevator door closed, he was finally relieved, and patted his chest with lingering fear , I was glad I didn't meet that person, and I didn't have to think of reasons to prevaricate the other party.

Let go of the heart that has been on his chest since he entered the community, the manager finally has some free time to think about other things.

For example, today he knows what it means to change the order from day to day.

If he remembered correctly, what the CEO meant in the morning should be that he won't be here in the future, right?A few hours have passed, let him deliver it again at noon, not only that, but also bring a bunch of fresh ingredients.

Oh man.

But... who is this young master Zhang?He thought for a while, but he had never seen such a person in the top Zhang family in C city.

What does the president want so much food for?This young master Zhang doesn't look like he can cook.

Could it be that the CEO needs ingredients to cook for himself?Is it like the rumors... What indescribable relationship does the president have with this young master Zhang?

The manager thought about it wildly, with a wonderful expression on his face.

But when he raised his hand and knocked on the door, all his emotions were packed up in an instant, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit.

This time Hong Zhuo took a little longer to open the door, and the manager waited at the door for three to four minutes.

Hong Zhuo was still wearing the suit that opened the door for him in the morning, but he actually wore an apron around his chest.

The manager stood there in a daze, feeling that he was instantly crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Hongzhuo's eyes were still bloodshot, probably because he was in a bad mood, the air pressure in his body was extremely low, and he seldom spoke. He took the things from the manager's hand, nodded and was about to close the door without saying a word.

Just when the door was about to be closed, Hong Zhuo's cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, and there were two bursts of sharp and dense sizzle sounds, as if some signal had received interference.

Hongzhuo closed the door halfway, and suddenly opened the door with his backhand, and took a step to press the manager against the wall with his shoulders pressed.

He bent down slightly, and first put the ingredients and lunch boxes on the side cabinet.Inside is Lingyu's lunch and dinner, so I can't mess with it.

The manager was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and almost blurted out the sentence "President, please forgive me, I'm a straight man". As soon as he opened his mouth, Hongzhuo directly pulled up his apron and covered his mouth.

Hongzhuo's eyes were still bloodshot from not resting well, his expression turned cold at this moment, and he looked like a god of evil, so frightened that the manager immediately fell silent, daring not to move.

It's over... I won't die here, will I?The manager was crying in his heart, what did I do wrong? !Can you make me understand? ? ?

Hongzhuo didn't have time to answer what he was thinking, just pressed him with one arm, took out the phone from his pants pocket with one hand, pressed it a few times, and then scanned it with the back of the phone at a distance of about five centimeters. , and scanned the manager from head to toe.

The manager was trembling, even if Hong Zhuo let him go, he didn't dare to move.

Until Hongzhuo's mobile phone scanned his shoes, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Lift your feet."

The author has something to say: Manager: CEO, let me go, I'm a straight man!

Hong Zhuo: [Death Stare]

Lingyu: Here it is for you, I don’t want this person.