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Mr. Huang was in so much pain that he didn't care about his image, squatted on the ground, clutched his calf, and yelled, "Qi Xiaohe, you, you dare to hurt me..."

"If you touch someone you shouldn't touch, you have to pay the price. This is the rule." Qi Xiaohe's gaze, if there is any substance, coldly swept over everyone in the room, as if looking at dead objects : "You, too."

Obviously they are all high-ranking and domineering figures, but they are so shocked by Qi Xiaohe's eyes that they can't speak at all, and they don't even have the courage to stand up and help Mr. Huang.

Boss Huang was in pain and angry, struggling out of breath: "You are not afraid that I will attack your Lingxiao Media..."

"Mr. Huang has any means, just use it, Qi will wait and see."

Qi Xiaohe had already turned around, didn't even bother to give him a straight face, kicked the door open with a "bang", hugged Wei Wen and walked out.

There were several bodyguards at the door trying to stop them, but the leader was kicked hard in the chest by Qi Xiaohe, and fell straight on the ground, curled up coughing uncontrollably.

Song Mao was rushing up from the fire exit with a makeshift group of people, just in time to bump into this scene, and beat up the bodyguards without any explanation.

Thanks to the lobby manager of Shangela who came out in time, and was arguing and calling the police, at least no one was killed.

Qi Xiaohe kept a gloomy face the whole time, without saying a word, holding Wei Wen in his arms, he went straight to the car that was waiting at the door.

The supposedly stable and luxurious Maybach raced 180 miles on the main road of City B, running through countless red lights along the way. The air pressure in the car was so low that it almost froze. No one dared to say a word, only the green plants on both sides of the road whizzed by.

The car stopped in the underground garage of the apartment building, and Qi Xiaohe ordered in a low voice: "Go and call the doctor, the sooner the better."

Song Mao also had a rare cautious look on his face: "Don't worry, Boss Qi, we are already on our way."

Qi Xiaohe nodded, carefully placed the person in his arms on the sofa, got up and poured a cup of warm water, and sent it to Wei Wen's vacant mouth, but all of it flowed into his neck, and he couldn't feed a single drop.

Qi Xiaohe's face became more and more ugly, but fortunately Gao Shang arrived in time with the doctor, saving Song Mao from facing the silent bloody storm alone.

The doctor's surname is Li, and he has been doing high-end home care for more than 30 years. The team is very professional, fully staffed, each performing their duties, and small instruments and equipment are carried with them.

The nurse took two tubes of blood from Wei Wen's vein and took it downstairs for analysis in the medical cart. Dr. Li checked his whole body inside and out with gloves on.

Some of the test results were basically the same as Qi Xiaohe expected - Wei Wen's body contained a large dose of barbiturates, similar to sleeping pills, which had a very strong inhibitory effect on the central nervous system.

However, something else was detected at the same time.

The elderly Dr. Li was a little embarrassed to speak. He took the test sheet and studied and checked it for a long time before he said: "Mr. Qi, in addition to barbiturates in the patient's blood, we also detected some substances that can stimulate adrenaline and adrenaline. The drug ingredient of dopamine..."

Qi Xiaohe raised his head suddenly, and said word by word: "Are you talking about aphrodisiacs?"

Doctor Li nodded silently.

Gao Shang who was standing next to him threw himself on Wei Wen, grabbed his hair with both hands in frustration, and blamed himself: "It's all my fault. If I stayed with Brother Wei tonight, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

Qi Xiaohe frowned: "Do you have any countermeasures for this kind of medicine? Injection? Or take medicine?"

Dr. Li showed embarrassment: "It's not easy to handle. At home, we don't have as many precision instruments as hospitals, so we can't do many experiments. We can't determine the specific ratio of the ingredients that the patient accidentally ingested, so we can't determine which one to use." Relief drugs..."

Qi Xiaohe: "What about inhibitors? Can't you control the reaction components by injecting inhibitors?"

"Usually, we don't recommend the use of inhibitors, as it may cause residues in the body...Moreover, it's not a cure for the symptoms." Dr. Li paused, took a deep breath, and then hinted cryptically and euphemistically: "You know, this The purpose of an aphrodisiac drug is always the same. Forcibly suppressing it with drugs may not be effective... Sometimes it is the safest and most effective method to help the patient to relax properly."

Qi Xiaohe gritted his teeth and said, "So, what will happen if you let it go?"

Dr. Li thought about it: "Judging from the current examination results, fortunately, the dose that was accidentally ingested is not large. If it is completely ignored, it can be relieved naturally in two to three days, but the patient will be more painful during this period."

"okay, I get it."

Qi Xiaohe's face has returned to calm, and there is no sadness or joy in his tone, but those who are familiar with him know that it is a precursor to violent anger.

He told Song Mao: "You send Dr. Li for me, leave two inhibitors, and I will deal with the rest."

Gao Shang, who was still lying on Wei Wen's body after another glance, was about to cry, and said without warmth, "Go back too, I don't blame you for this matter. After going back, Xia Chan and Xia Chan shared all the information on that 'Little Green Tea'." Collect everything, including his parents."

Gao Shang had no choice but to agree, wiped away his tears, and reluctantly followed Song Mao out.

Before Dr. Li stepped into the elevator, he hesitated for a moment, turned back, and said responsibly, "The effect of that kind of medicine is to make people active, but right now, after all, the patient is unconscious. From the doctor's point of view... um... I suggest that Qi Always, just be a little gentler.

Also, remember to feed the patient sugar saline. "

Qi Xiaohe listened in silence the whole time, expressionless, and only said "hmm" at his last sentence.

Everyone left, Qi Xiaohe bent down to pick up Wei Wen who was lying on the sofa, and walked to the bedroom.

The road from the living room to the bedroom is not long, but Qi Xiaohe walked very slowly, the boy's soft cheek was pressed against Qi Xiaohe's neck, and the light breath with strong damp heat hit his earlobe, condensing A strand of the most primitive desires.

The doctor's words surged and churned in Qi Xiaohe's heart, like a huge wave that almost drowned the man's fragile restraint.

The beautiful and pure boy was gently placed on the bed.

Maybe it was because he was too uncomfortable, he was restless in his sleep, he frowned tightly, turned over constantly, his slender legs and wrists were exposed outside the quilt, his originally white and delicate skin was now glowing due to the effect of the medicine It was unusually flushed, and there was a bruise on the inside of the thigh. If you look closely, it should be a pinched finger print.

Why doesn't Qi Xiao know if it's because Wei Wen pinched himself in order to stay awake, only to feel that the picture is so beautiful that people can't move their eyes away.

Wei Wen is the most primitive wish deep in Qi Xiaohe's heart.

But now, God has packaged this wish into a gift and put it in his palm, what should he do?

But this boy in front of him is his treasure... Qi Xiaohe cherishes him so much, loves him so much, how could he be willing to touch him in such an unclear situation.

The man rubbed his face vigorously, inhaled, exhaled and inhaled, finally stood up, and resigned himself to helping Wei Wen pull up the kicked quilt.

The person on the bed suddenly turned over, stretched out his arms, and hugged Qi Xiaohe's thin waist!

Wei Wen actually didn't know what he was doing, he didn't even know where he was, he just instinctively moved towards the warmest and safest place.

He instinctively believed that he should be asleep at this moment, but it was pitch black in front of his eyes, but his consciousness was still clear.There was an unspeakable force that stirred his whole body into a huge vortex, his mind was swollen, his limbs were vain, but he couldn't stop.

Half asleep and half awake, my whole body was dry and hot, my headache was about to split, my ears were buzzing, my temples were throbbing, and even my breathing became painful.A ball of fire started from the heart and burned every inch of skin and every hair on his body. Wei Wen felt that his whole body was about to be melted by this fire, and strong water vapor had even evaporated.

He longed for a firm hug, or a hard kiss, to take him out of this feeling of powerlessness and hopelessness.

So in the dizziness, he stretched out his hand, and in the darkness, he groped for the body in his consciousness that could reassure him, that had given him countless comforts and supports, and made him so attached to and depended on even in his sleep.

Then, hug as hard as you can.

Wei Wen's furry head rubbed against Qi Xiaohe's, as if he had finally found a comfortable position.

How could Qi Xiaohe's body, which had been dry for half his life, be able to withstand such teasing.

He has never longed for anything so urgently, but now the young body on the bed is desperately stimulating the tenderest piece of soft flesh in his heart, and its deterrent power is comparable to the fire that burns a barren mountain.

Qi Xiaohe finally couldn't bear it anymore.

That night, Wei Wen's face was pressed against Qi Xiaohe's palm, it was hot red, and his cheeks, ears, and even his whole body were soaked in thin sweat.

The morning sun shines on the carpet in the bedroom through layers of gauze curtains.

Wei Wen woke up in a soft and fluffy quilt, and at this moment his memory only stayed on Mr. Huang's last glass of wine.

Sitting up vigilantly from the bed, rubbing his eyes, all he could see was the bedroom he was familiar with. Qi Xiao was not there, but the navy blue pajamas were hanging neatly on the hanger at the end of the bed.

Wei Wen then slowly relaxed, and nestled back into the warm pillow again.

With this movement, I felt that there was not a muscle in my whole body that was not sore, especially the indescribable hidden place, which seemed to be pressed against a sharp knife, and the tip of the knife was still persistently trying to insert it into the body, it was heart-piercing pain .

"Ouch!", Wei Wen couldn't help but yelled out.

"What's the matter?", half of his head poked out from the bathroom, Qi Xiaohe raised his hand and took the bathrobe, wrapped it around his body and rushed to the bed: "Wei Wei, you're awake, what's wrong?"

Just as Wei Wen was about to speak, he felt that the tip of his tongue was a little sweet, and he lifted the quilt to look at himself inside, and suddenly understood something.

A smile brighter than the warm winter sun appeared on his face, and he said softly: "It's nothing, Mr. Qi, I love you."