Imposter

"Malingering?"

Ji Beiqin pulled his face up a little.

Since he was a child, he has never taken any hardships or difficulties seriously. Even when he was sent to serve as a soldier by the old man, he never said "goodbye". The only thing he didn't learn was to show weakness.

Let alone pretending to be sick.

Wen Shuo: "If he's really like what you said, he's just making trouble and feeling overwhelmed. Then you'll get sick and let him feel bad, and he won't be able to care about anything else."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Beiqin's disdainful expression, and twitched his lips: "Believe it or not."

"..."

On Friday night, Jiang Luo stayed in the research team until the end.

He found that Ji Beiqin had indeed taken up a large part of his previous life. Every day he thought about how to cook the other person's favorite meals, clean the house, be more obedient in bed to satisfy the other's desires, and spend a good time in Nancheng. Do a little business and stay by Ji Beiqin's side.

Now there is an aunt at home who cleans regularly, and there is Li Jian who picks him up to and from school. Although the food in the cafeteria is a bit unpalatable, it is fast. Jiang Luo has a lot of time for himself, and he even thinks that Qi Ziyun's study abroad is not bad.

Jiang Luo has already started preparing relevant paperwork and grades. He wants to go to the best school, so naturally he needs to put in a lot of effort.

Not only does the language test have to be close to full marks, but there are also two competitions. If you can get nouns, you will naturally get a lot of points.

Except for the subjects of the research group, Jiang Luo filled himself with courses and hardly thought about Ji Beiqin anymore, but when Qi Ziyun asked on the phone, he still didn't let go of saying "yes".

He knew that if he chose to leave and went abroad to study in two or three years, it would be completely impossible for him and Ji Beiqin.

Jiang Luo also wanted to give himself more time to make choices, but this did not prevent him from preparing, giving himself a few more paths, and no longer hanging his heart on Ji Beiqin.

Nancheng in winter is very wet and cold.

Jiang Luo turned off all the other lights in the villa, leaving only the one in his own room. Halfway through a book, the downstairs doorbell rang.

When the door opened, it was Luo Qu.

Jiang Luo looked behind him subconsciously, but Ji Beiqin was not there.

This old guy would send him a message almost every day, either in the morning or at night, location or a photo, probably to report where he slept.

Jiang Luo never returned.

In the middle of the panic, Ji Beiqin also dropped the phone and stopped talking for a day, but after realizing that Jiang Luo didn't ask anything, he could only continue to pick up the phone and send honestly.

Occasionally, he swiped up the long piece of information in the past, which happened to be the opposite of the present one. There were always many on Jiang Luo's side, and there were always few on his own.

It's just a little bit stronger than Jiang Luo who is pretending to be dead now.

Ji Beiqin's heart was smoking, and he frowned at the phone. He told himself that it was because he was busy, and it wasn't like Jiang Luo's childish temper tantrum in his twenties, deliberately ignoring people.

But it's just consolation.

In fact, the harm to people is the same.

When you are in high spirits, send a message asking for your health, but what you get is a long silence, no matter what the reason is, you will always feel bad.

Even Ji Beiqin began to hate himself for not reading Jiang Luo's message more often. If he had read it that day and returned in time, Jiang Luo would not have gone to the villa, nor would he have seen the engagement.

But things have come to this point.

In the end, Ji Beiqin finally resigned to his fate, mixed five kinds of wine in a drinking game, drank it desperately, took a cold shower, and tossed and tossed all night, finally gave his body as strong as an iron bar a headache. My brain got a little hot.

He immediately asked Luo Qu to take him to Ruian Hospital - one of the best private hospitals in the country, SLK Holdings, where Jiang Luo stayed for a few months after the car accident.

Luo Qu was standing at the door of Jiang Luo's house at the moment, his face twisted unnaturally. He tried hard to recall the appearance of Ji Beiqin lying on the bed and saying very energetically, "Go and call Luo Luo to take care of me." Can't go down.

Jiang Luo blinked: "What? Come to pay the breakup fee?"

Luo Qu hurriedly said: "No, Mr. Ji is ill."

A trace of suspicion appeared on Jiang Luo's face.

Luo Qu hurriedly took the [Headache and brain fever, a sign of stroke, it is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation] medical form issued by the emergency doctor under the prestige of the chairman, trembling with a corner: "Really, Mr. Ji is in the hospital , It's not convenient for me to ask outsiders to take care of such close things."

Luo Qu paused: "Mr. Ji has no relatives."

In his mind was Ji Beiqin lying on the hospital bed again, staring at him covetously: "What do you mean you don't want to come? Just tell him if you don't want to! He's the only one left in my life!"

"Say you're the only one left."

Jiang Luo: "..."

Rao Jiang Luo wanted to close the door, but his heart was not made of iron.

He has been with Ji Beiqin for so long, he has seen everything, except that he has never seen Ji Beiqin suffer from any illness.

This person's body is like iron, he can stay up all night for three consecutive nights just to win a deal, and after he wins, he can't sleep and then torture him hard, and then force him to sleep together.

Now that he had a stroke suddenly, Jiang Luo also had some palpitations.

"No stroke, it's a sign."

Luo Qu had no choice but to clarify for himself the work of wearing it on the waistband of his trousers in the car, Jiang Luo immediately said not too concerned: "Almost, I'll just take a look, it won't be long, you'd better contact a reliable nurse early in the morning. "

"..."

Luo Qu felt that the waistband of his trousers was light.

When Jiang Luo entered the ward, there was only one light on, and Ji Beiqin was leaning on the bed wearing a hospital gown, his face was still a little pale, and his lips were a little peeled.

Jiang Luo reached out to touch his forehead, and the temperature was really hot.

Looks really sick.

He looked at Ji Beiqin lying on the hospital bed, his heart could not be softened, so he went to the doctor to inquire about the situation, and when he came back, the person on the bed had opened his eyes and was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Luo was blunt: "You asked me to come."

Ji Beiqin: "..."

After all, he had drunk too much alcohol. When he frowned, his entire temple was pulled, and the swollen blood vessels were dark red, and his whole face darkened a little, as if he was very uncomfortable.

When Jiang Luo saw it, his eyes softened unconsciously.

"Go to sleep, I'll call the nurse to change this bottle after hanging it."

Ji Beiqin refused to close his eyes, his mind was clear, or in other words, no one had been able to pour him over the wine table for so many years, let alone himself.

"Lolo, can you go home?"

His voice was a little hoarse, his throat was a little tight because of the cold water, he sounded coughing, and his voice was deep: "I was wrong before."

Jiang Luo clenched his hands in his pockets.

Ji Beiqin leaned halfway on the bed, his eyes darkened, his face turned paler under the yellow light, his tall nose cast a shadow on the side of the pillow: "You really don't love me because of this?"