Congenital deficiency

Hong Lingyu had never seen Hong Zhuo in such a mess.

His suit was covered in blood and dust, his usually sharp facial features were full of sadness, his footsteps were a little staggered, he was rummaging through the ruins under his feet, and waved away all those who tried to help and dissuade him like a trapped animal.

When everyone fled here screaming, his unmoving body formed a sharp contrast, like a strange color appearing out of thin air in the gray and white world.

What is he... looking for?

Hong Lingyu hesitated whether to go forward, but the person over there raised his head as if feeling something.

As if the cloudy sky has finally cleared up, this look straight from despair to hope.

"Lingyu..." Hongzhuo's lips moved, and he uttered two syllables that only he could hear. Without hesitation, he left the pile of ruins and ran to Honglingyu.

"You..." Before Hong Lingyu could say a word, the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled him tightly into his arms. His arms seemed to be made of steel and iron, and he felt a faint pain from being strangled.

Hong Lingyu wanted to stretch out her hand to push it away, but when she touched the bright red slippery hand and the trembling arm under her palm, she withdrew her strength in a mysterious way, and did not push back again.

"Homeowner!"

Many thoughts rushed into his head, and before he had time to smooth them out, a heavy weight suddenly fell on his shoulders, and he was dragged staggeringly without warning, and took two big steps forward before barely bending over to support himself, and suddenly passed out people.

"...Nonsense. The arm injury this time must be taken care of, otherwise it will easily cause sequelae..." The doctor had a serious face and lowered his voice to give careful instructions to Ji Daogong and Xiao Zhengping who were guarding the bedside.

On the hospital bed, Hong Zhuo's eyes were closed tightly, and his arms were almost wrapped up like mummies, wrapped in white bandages. He was in a state of embarrassment and weakness that Hong Lingyu had never seen before.

Hong Lingyu looked at the unanimous expressions on the faces of the other three of them in the room, and carefully looked at their lips, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

But they spoke too fast, Hong Lingyu couldn't see clearly at all, so he could only give up.

Hong Lingyu glanced at the people on the hospital bed, then at the three people whom he couldn't get in the conversation with, his face was a little confused.

After the chat here, Ji Daogong took the tablet and told Hong Lingyu: "Master...Master Zhang, Xiao Zhengping and I are going to deal with things. Do you want to go home or stay here?" Ji Daogong almost started typing " Mistress".

Hong Lingyu reached out and clicked on the word "here".

Ji Daogong didn't persuade him, left the tablet for him, turned around and left.

Immediately, only he and Hong Zhuo, who was unconscious on the bed, were left in the ward.

Hong Lingyu stared at the newly grown stubble on Hongzhuo's chin for a while, then turned her head and took out the paper and pen she carried with her, unconsciously scribbling and drawing, and when she was tired, she put it away and lay on her stomach On the side of the bed, I fell asleep without knowing it.

When she woke up again, the room was pitch black, and Hong Lingyu woke up instantly in a panic, and she was slightly relieved when she saw the faint light at the head of the bed.He was just about to stretch, but found that his wrists were tightly clenched.

"Hmm..." The person on the bed was disturbed by his movements, and frowned as if he was about to wake up soon.

Hong Lingyu suddenly froze her arms and held her breath.

Hong Zhuo's bandage-wrapped hand was tightly clutching his wrist, even through the thick bandage, the temperature was a bit scorching.

"...Yu." Hong Zhuo frowned, as if he was not sleeping comfortably, murmuring a few indistinct syllables.

Hong Lingyu stared at his dry lips, tried hard to distinguish but couldn't see anything.

For the first time in this period of time, Hong Lingyu suddenly had the desire to restore her hearing.

The temperature on her wrist was too hot, Hong Lingyu rang the bell beside the bed.

The doctor came over and took Hongzhuo's temperature. Seeing his mouth shape, he probably had a low-grade fever and inflammation, so he added a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine and hung him up.When the needle stuck into the indwelling needle on the back of Hongzhuo's hand, the sleeping person didn't wake up, nor did he let go of Honglingyu's hand.

Hong Lingyu struggled lightly with a little embarrassment, but the opponent's hand was too strong and he couldn't break free at all.The doctor pretended not to see it, hung up the bottle, turned around and went out.

Just now he didn't wake up after a lot of tossing, but when the door was closed, Hong Zhuo woke up suddenly, skipping the period of confusion when he first woke up, his clear eyes fixed on Hong Lingyu without blinking.The vigilant and nervous look seemed to be afraid that someone would run away when he blinked.

Hong Lingyu couldn't sit still under his watch, she moved her wrist to retreat, but was held tightly by Hong Zhuo, the wound on her arm was slightly torn, but Hong Zhuo didn't seem to feel it, and didn't let go of her hand at all.

Hong Lingyu was concerned about his wound, so she couldn't forcefully shake off his hand, and finally sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his chin without looking away, cleared her throat and asked him in a low voice: "How are you... ?”

Hong Zhuo couldn't type to him, so he could only answer in a hoarse voice: "Not good, very bad."

Hong Lingyu was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his wound, she leaned forward to ring the bell, but was pulled by Hong Zhuo, and fell back on the chair.

"You..." Seeing that the wound on his arm was about to ooze blood again, Hong Lingyu frowned and wanted to tell him not to use too much force, but saw Hongzhuo mouthing and said: "I almost thought I lost you."

As if a firework suddenly exploded in her mind, Hong Lingyu was stunned.

Before he could react, Hong Zhuo gently pulled his arm to bring him back to his senses: "Where did you go when the hotel exploded?"

"...I went to the beach. I saw the explosion in the hotel on the way back." Hong Lingyu's voice was very soft.

At that time, he was immersed in another doubt and couldn't calm down, so he took people to the beach and wandered for more than an hour. When he returned...the hotel exploded right in front of him.

The bodyguard immediately protected him and found a place to hide for a while. He didn't go to the ruins with the bodyguard until he heard that Hongzhuo's people had arrived at the scene. Then he saw the scene of Hongzhuo rummaging through the ruins like crazy .

"Are you injured?" Hong Zhuo asked.

Hong Lingyu shook her head.

There was a momentary silence in the room.

Originally thought that the conversation would stop here for the time being, Hong Zhuo's hand suddenly slipped down, covering the back of Hong Lingyu's hand, and the gaze cast over him was deep and hot, with a scorching power that made Hong Lingyu dare not look directly at her. .

Hongzhuo's throat moved, he didn't want to hide anything, he wanted to tell the person in front of him what he thought immediately, but he was afraid of scaring the other person, after a few hesitation, he finally just said: "I won't let you get hurt in front of my eyes again. .” He paused, and added an oath-like deadline, “I won’t do it in this lifetime.”

Hong Lingyu looked at the movement of his lips, and suddenly felt that she might have misread the shape of his mouth.

Ji Daogong came over in the afternoon and explained some things, and then Hongzhuo's ward suddenly became busy.

After hearing the situation, many people wanted to rush over to visit Hongzhuo, but he stopped them all in the name of recuperation.

Hong Zhuo only stayed in the hospital for two days before being discharged and returned to the villa where he temporarily lived.

In the next few days, the villa was heavily guarded, and it was visibly busy with the naked eye.

But no matter how many things he has to do, Hong Zhuo will come back on time for three meals a day, and eat with Hong Lingyu.

At dinner that day, Hong Zhuo came back half an hour later than usual, Hong Lingyu was a bit hungry and was about to eat first, when the door of the villa suddenly opened, Hong Zhuo came back in the sunset.

He smiled at Hong Lingyu first, then let him eat first, and then went upstairs to take a shower by himself.

When passing by, the tip of Hong Lingyu's nose moved, and she could vaguely smell a fishy smell like rust.

"You..." Hong Lingyu frowned, and asked him softly with disapproval: "Your wound burst?"

Hong Zhuo stopped and looked back at him, shook his head, rolled up some sleeves to prove to him: "No."

Hong Lingyu nodded vaguely and did not ask further questions.

Then it wasn't his blood.

Hong Lingyu thought.

They stayed in Taicheng until the end of the year.

Hong Lingyu looked twice in the study of the villa that day and found a German book, which told stories about the European Middle Ages.He read it all afternoon with great interest, and finished reading it in one breath. Later, he felt a little itchy, and sat down directly after dinner to start translating.

He hasn't accepted a translation order for a long time, but he has some savings in his hand, and there is nothing to spend under the fence, so he is not in a hurry, and has more time to do what he wants to do.

I don't know whether it depends on whether he wants to use the study or what. These days, even if Hong Zhuo is at home, he doesn't go to the study. He directly gives up the huge study to Hong Lingyu, and the computer directly contributes. He only comes up occasionally. A trip, or to bring some food and drink to Hong Lingyu, or just to make sure that Hong Lingyu is still in the study.

Once, Hong Lingyu looked up from the book in front of her, just in time to see Hong Zhuo push open the door, glanced at him across the distance of the study, and then was about to leave.

A European legend mentioned in the book suddenly appeared in Hong Lingyu's mind. It was about a dragon who seized all the gold in the kingdom. I just took a look inside through the gap between the boulders to confirm that all the treasures I had hidden were still there, and then went out to find more treasures.

In the past few days, Hong Zhuo came up every once in a while to take a look at the behavior in the study, and he really looked like this evil dragon.

Hong Lingyu recalled that scene, a faint smile that she didn't even notice appeared on her lips.

Blink to the last day of the year.

This afternoon, after having lunch early in the villa, Hong Zhuo took Hong Lingyu on the yacht, took Hong Lingyu to the sea for fishing, and sent someone to take him to dive in the sea, watched on the shore, and then played in the evening When I was tired, I would accompany Hong Lingyu to lie on the deck and bask in the sun.

In the evening, probably because she was too tired, Hong Lingyu basked in the sun and fell asleep on the deck.

When I was awakened by hunger a few hours later, it was completely dark, and people were also on the bed in the cabin.

He walked from the cabin to the deck, seeing the arrangement in front of him, he almost thought for a moment that they had changed ships.

Tables and chairs have been arranged on the originally empty deck, and the tablecloths are elegant and gentle in color, and the tableware has already been placed on it, waiting for the guests to serve.

Hong Zhuo didn't know when he changed into a suit, and the royal blue color made his outline more and more profound. With a glass of wine in his hand, he was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, his tall and strong silhouette was silhouetted by the setting sun.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Hong Zhuo turned his head, his moist lips moved: "You're awake." Then he put down his wine glass and came to pick him up in person.