Congenital deficiency

In the bathroom, Hong Lingyu couldn't stop vomiting.

Now he can't eat the things he used to love, and those tastes can remind him of those unpleasant pasts.I thought I could endure hunger, and forced myself to eat a few bites to satisfy my hunger, but I didn't expect my body to be much more honest than myself.

Hong Lingyu knelt on the ground with his waist bowed, his temples twitched and twitched. The smell of food in the steam rushing up his nose just now seemed like an invisible hand was pressing on his back, making him vomit like a whole stomach The illusion of a concave back.In the end, I had nothing to vomit, only some bile.

He forced himself not to think about that taste any more, and recalled the taste of the milk he drank in the past few days.

When she finally regained her composure, Hong Lingyu changed her clothes, rushed out of the bathroom, and saw that the door of her bedroom was wide open, and the broken porcelain and the food spilled all over the floor were still there.

Seeing the white dumplings on the ground, Hong Lingyu suddenly turned around and suppressed the rolling of her throat.The little blood that had just evaporated in the bathroom just now disappeared, and his face was completely white.

After he had finished his mental preparation, he walked towards the door, held his breath and stepped over the small mess to get the cleaning things on the first floor.

Hong Lingyu specially found a mask, held her breath and quickly put away the cold dumplings, tied them in a bag, put them aside, then turned her head to take a few breaths, began to pick up broken porcelain pieces, and finally mop.

Everyone thought that the former eldest son of the Hong family, as the eldest son of the Hong family, must have been loved and raised by thousands of people.But in fact, from childhood to adulthood, few things in Hong Lingyu would be left in the hands of others.Even if it is such trivial and daily things as cleaning the bedroom bathroom and doing laundry.

At 08:30 in the evening, Hong Lingyu put down the cleaning tools and washed her hands.

Hong's old house is located in one of the most expensive areas in the urban area. It is surrounded by high-end villa areas. There are no restaurants that can deliver food within two or three kilometers. It is impossible to order food at the beginning.

You can't be hungry, can you?

Hong Lingyu went downstairs and opened the gate of the house. Sure enough, there were two door god-like bodyguards on the left and right. As soon as the door opened, the eyes of the two shot over like lasers and locked on Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu was stunned by the two of them, and looked around, and found that there were more than two bodyguards guarding the door.

"I'm a little hungry." He said, "I can't eat the dumplings in the kitchen, can I trouble you to buy something for me?"

The two bodyguards shook their heads in unison without even asking why they couldn't eat.Before leaving, the Patriarch specially ordered that he should not take a step away from the house, let alone Mr. Zhang Daiqiu.

Hong Lingyu was dumbfounded for a moment, and thought of another way: "Then can you make a phone call and ask someone to send me some food?" Hong Lingyu's skin was originally fair, but now she vomited bloodless, almost transparent , revealing a cleanliness that is incompatible with the world, like the epiphyllum that comes quietly in the middle of the night, weak and easy to break.

But the two bodyguards hadn't seen anyone in these years, and they didn't soften their hearts in the face of this face. They didn't agree to his request first, but asked him first: "Who does Mr. Zhang want to come?" Not everyone can come in. of his old house.

Hong Lingyu originally thought that other bodyguards of the Hong family or someone else would send it, but then she thought that these two days were rare vacations, and there might not be anyone who would be willing to end the vacation early.But he had no relatives and no reason, and he couldn't name a single person who could bring him something.

"Where's Mr. Hong's driver...?" Finally, he asked in a slightly weaker voice.

The other party drove Hong's car, it was convenient to go back and forth, so maybe he would be willing.

One of the bodyguards didn't speak, took out his mobile phone, made a call, and handed it to Hong Lingyu.

When the driver received the call, he was smoking outside the underground parking lot. Hongzhuo had just rushed from one party place to another, non-stop, and he was the same as the driver.

"Hello? Call me for something?" The driver asked casually, sounding familiar to the bodyguard at the door.

Hong Lingyu's voice came through the receiver in a low voice: "I'm Zhang Daiqiu." He first introduced himself, and then repeated what he had just asked the bodyguard: "I can't eat the dumplings in the kitchen, can I trouble you to help me?" Buy something to eat?"

The driver took a look at the phone and found that the incoming call was indeed the one he had noted.He took a breath of the cigarette, let the smoke pass through his lungs, and then slowly exhaled from his nostrils, his voice was a little foggy: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I have to wait for the owner here. Can't go away."

"Okay, thank you." Being rejected again, Hong Lingyu accepted it flatly, thanked him politely, and asked him again: "Can you tell Mr. Hong for me, and call me back when he is free. ?”

The driver frowned, and it took a longer time to reply this time: "Okay, Mr. Zhang." After receiving an affirmative answer, Hong Lingyu had no other emotions, said "Thank you", and returned the phone to the bodyguard , went upstairs quietly.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and after a while, one of them shook his head.

——Even the young and the young were brought back to block the guns back then, so what kind of waves can this fake make?

Although the driver agreed to Hong Lingyu, he didn't find a chance to say so.Hong Zhuo transferred from the business dinner venue to the night venue on the other side, where he drank a lot, let alone the night venue here.

As soon as the Hongzhuo man arrived, the person in charge of the venue greeted him for a few drinks first. They settled down to business in a few words, and then rang the service bell with smiles. Within a minute, the manager led a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy When he came to this private room, the boy's eyes were big, his cherry-blossom-colored lips looked very soft, and he stared with a pure and weak look.

Nowadays, Hongzhuo's taste is nothing new in the business world, most people find such people for him every day, and then deliver them to him.There are even many self-recommended pillow seats.

Sure enough, as soon as Hong Zhuo saw the person, he waved his hand and motioned for the person to come and sit beside him, with no expression on his face, making it hard to guess whether he was satisfied or not.

The young man bit his moist lips, walked over timidly with small steps, and sat down beside Hong Zhuo, with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, looking obedient and reserved.

It's just that his scrutiny and calculations from the corner of his eye can't fool Hong Zhuo.

By the time the night was over, the boy had already been downed a whole bottle of foreign wine, leaning on the back of the sofa with a blushing face, his eyes were blurred, and he was unconscious.

Hongzhuo drank quite a lot in the two games tonight, but his face remained unchanged, his eyes were still sober and sharp.He glanced at the unconscious boy on the sofa, turned around and left.

After getting into the car, Hong Zhuo just showed a little tiredness, put down the back of the chair and lay on his back slightly, reached out and pinched the space between his eyebrows.Seeing that he was so tired, the driver didn't open his eyes, so he rolled Hong Lingyu's release just now on his mouth and swallowed it, thinking that we should talk about it tomorrow, and that Mr. Zhang would have nothing to do anyway. important things.

Thinking of this, the driver turned the steering wheel and sent Hongzhuo to his high-end apartment nearby.

It was early in the morning when he left, and Hong Zhuo fell asleep from early morning to evening due to jet lag.After getting up, I ate some meals cooked by the nanny, and then turned on the computer to continue working.

But the driver didn't know Hongzhuo's schedule, so he couldn't call him rashly to tell him about it, so when the driver spoke to Hongzhuo about it, it was already another morning.

Hong Zhuo got into the car, bowed his head to answer the email on his mobile phone, the driver was thinking about what to say, when he suddenly heard Hong Zhuo say, "What's the matter?" The other party looked at him several times through the rearview mirror.

The driver didn't know how to speak, so he followed Hong Zhuo's words and said, "Patriarch, Mr. Zhang called the night before yesterday and asked you to call him back when you are free."

"Why didn't you tell me the day before yesterday?"

"When I received the call the day before yesterday, you just got out of the car..." the driver replied cautiously and somewhat frightenedly.

Hong Zhuo could probably guess what the other party was thinking, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He lowered his head and looked up the address book, only to find that he didn't have Zhang Daiqiu's cell phone number.Thinking about it again, it seems that no matter whether he found the other party in the hospital or later in Liangcheng, the other party did not have a mobile phone in his personal belongings.

So he took the driver's phone and called the bodyguard at the door.

"Family, Patriarch!" Hearing Hong Zhuo's voice on the phone for the first time, the bodyguard immediately stood up straight, a little nervous.

"Where's Zhang Daiqiu?"

The bodyguard immediately replied: "Mr. Zhang is in the room!" The bodyguard replied forcefully.

"Let him answer the phone."

"Okay, okay!" After saying that, the bodyguard ran upstairs, Hongzhuo on the other side could hear the wind.

While waiting for Zhang Daiqiu to answer the phone, Hongzhuo curled up his fingers on his lap, tapped his knee lightly, and looked out of the car, wondering what he was thinking.

The bodyguard stood outside the door for more than a minute before Hong Lingyu finally came to open the door.It's just that when he saw the person, the bodyguard was a little startled. I don't know if it was an illusion. In his opinion, the other person's face seemed paler than the night before.

Opening the door, Hong Lingyu didn't speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would go back to the bathroom and continue to vomit.

The bodyguard thought he was unhappy about what happened the day before yesterday, and didn't care too much, and handed him the phone: "The owner's phone number."

Hong Lingyu then answered the phone, but still did not speak.

After listening to the other party's extremely light breathing for a while, Hong Zhuofang's somewhat inexplicable irritability was suddenly calmed down, and he opened his mouth first: "Did you have something to say the day before yesterday?"

Hong Lingyu took a step back, the soles of her feet were a little soft, and she retreated to the stool in the room before answering, and only said "um".

Hong Zhuo continued to ask, "What's the matter?"

Hong Lingyu adjusted her breathing, felt the feeling in her stomach, and confirmed that she would not vomit again, and then opened her mouth to speak: "I want to go out to work."