The president sent me food

Si Huang glared at him.

Dean Hao followed from the inside, "You can't be careless if you hurt your head. You have to be careful not to bump into it these days. And your rib injury needs to be healed for three months. The bones won't grow well. Endless troubles."

Xi Muchen supported Si Huang's shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would fall, while thanking Dean Hao, "Understood, thank you doctor, then I will take Si Huang to go through the discharge procedures first."

Han Chuan took away the relevant documents, "Let me do these, Brother Xi, take Brother Huang to pack up."

Qin Liang had already stepped into the ward to pack his clothes and other things for him.

When the two of them entered the ward, the bag had already been thrown at their feet.

Qin Liang had a serious face, "I'm going back to the team first if there's nothing else, brother Xiaohuang is gone, call me if you have anything to do."

Qin Liang came over and patted Si Huang on the shoulder with a gloomy expression on his face.

Si Huang was confused, and after he left, he turned around and asked Xi Muchen, "What's wrong with him?"

"I heard that several cases in his hands have not been solved after several months of investigation, and he may feel uncomfortable." Xi Muchen's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Now that the criminal investigation methods are so advanced, it will be a matter of time to solve the case. He is just too strong."

"Ha... what you said is, let's go and take you home first."

Xi Muchen picked up the bag on the ground with one hand, and naturally held Si Huang's hand with the other.

Si Huang glanced down at the hands held together by the two of them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xi Muchen didn't seem to care whether anyone saw it, and frankly moved Si Huang's heart.

"Don't care?"

In the elevator, Si Huang shook the hands they held together.

"What do you care about?"

Xi Muchen didn't know whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know.

Si Huang laughed, "You are the young master of the Xi family, what would you write if you were photographed by the media?"

"What to write?" Xi Muchen approached Si Huang, breathing on the other's face.

Si Huang was taken aback, there was surveillance in the elevator.

"Don't make trouble, is someone watching?"

Si Huang glanced into the corner subconsciously.

Xi Muchen laughed, stood sideways, and stopped teasing Si Huang.

"I'm not afraid of being photographed, and I'm not afraid of them scribbling. We sit upright and behave well. Let them talk about whoever wants to say. Are you afraid, Si Huang?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of." After thinking for a while, he glanced again, "No one will care about me."

The only old man who can take care of himself is still living in the ICU.

"I went to see Director Si two days ago." Xi Muchen tightened Si Huang's hand.

"He...is he okay?" Is there anything good about it, why don't you just stay on the ventilator like that, which makes people feel distressed.

Si Huang lowered his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Xi Muchen let go of Si Huang's hand, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, "From now on, you have me, and I will always be by your side."

Si Huang looked up at him with a smile, and suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes, "Yes, I know."

Before walking out of the hospital gate, Xi Muchen put on a baseball cap for Si Huang.

"It's cold, put it on."

"You still prepared this? Little brother is really thoughtful."

Si Huang was a little surprised by Xi Muchen's carefulness.

"It's not that thoughtful. My hat has been kept in the car and I just remembered it before going upstairs."

This hat is not new at first glance, and Xi Muchen didn't intend to advertise himself so well.

"It's good to remember, I'm glad."

Si Huang opened the door and got in the car.

Xi Muchen got into the car, stretched out his hand and pinched his face again, "You are really easy to be satisfied."

"Alas..." Si Huang raised his hand and touched the part of his face that was pinched by Xi Muchen, "Xi Muchen, let's discuss something."

"what?"

"Can you stop pinching my face all the time, as if you treat me like a child." Si Huang was very dissatisfied with this.

"Isn't it? You're just 20 years old, you're just a child."

Xi Muchen pursed his smile, and Si Huang looked at people with pouted lips, which made him want to squeeze again.

As soon as he raised his hand, Si Huang slapped it away, "You're not much older than me, pretend to be an adult, you can pinch me if you want, then let me pinch your face too."

The two laughed together, Han Chuan saw it from a distance, and was speechless for a while, not knowing whether to pretend not to see it and come directly, or to wait.

Fortunately, Xi Muchen was still restrained, and quickly grabbed Si Huang's hands, pinned him down to fasten his seat belt, and kissed him hard on the mouth, stopping Si Huang's movement.

Han Chuan pushed the car against Guan Gong's face, "Brother Huang, the doctor said that large movements are prohibited, be careful when bumping."

As soon as Si Huang heard it, he knew that he saw the two people playing just now, and his face flushed, "Got it, I'm long-winded."

Xi Muchen covered his mouth and laughed.

He didn't want to laugh out loud, for fear of ruining his image as a domineering president.

Han Chuan sighed and thought to himself: Mr. Xi, you can pretend vigorously, your image has been completely ruined at that moment.

I really didn't see that Xi Muchen was such a kind of President Xi, not to mention that he was quite suitable for their Brother Huang.

The car passed by the club, and Si Huang justly drove Han Chuan out of the car.

The car restarted, Si Huang turned to look at Xi Muchen, "Tell me, what happened to me in a hurry?"

"Su Che has started acting like a demon again, I'm afraid it's not safe for you to stay in the hospital."

"What did he do?" Si Huang was not surprised, but just wanted to know what he did?

"The old routine, use public opinion to suppress your company's stock price." Xi Muchen stopped at the red light, turned his head and glanced at Si Huang, "I seem to have forgotten one thing just now, have you not heard about the fire in the warehouse before?" Give the public an explanation?"

"Yes, it's not that there has been no definite news from the police, and I don't know how to explain it to the outside world." Si Huang didn't know why Xi Muchen suddenly brought this matter up.

"Then take this opportunity to give an explanation to the public." Xi Muchen tapped his finger on the steering wheel twice, without giving Si Huang time to speak, and continued: "Let's clarify everything, we can't I have suffered this crime for nothing."

His hand touched the back of the chair behind Si Huang, and brushed over the back of his bare head, as if touching the scar on Si Huang's head.

"Isn't it bad to have no evidence?" Si Huang still didn't understand what Xi Muchen meant.

"What's wrong, and I didn't ask you to name it, do you understand how miserable you are?" Xi Muchen said.

It's really not like someone like Xi Muchen would say this.

Si Huang was in a daze for a while, "What did you say? Are you making me miserable?"

Si Huang can't do this kind of thing, the strong seem to rely on their strength to conquer their opponents, not on the sympathy of the audience.

"No, maybe I didn't make it clear. What I mean is that you explain everything you have encountered during this period of time to the public. Since the law cannot bring the bad guys to justice, let the saliva of public opinion drown He, understand."

"Scared me, I thought you wanted me to cry for everyone's sympathy."

"How can we do that? Our Huang Huang is not a weak person who needs sympathy. I'm sorry I didn't make it clear." Xi Muchen originally wanted to pinch Si Huang's face when he raised his hand, but Si Huang avoided it.

I had no choice but to squeeze his hand.

"mean."

Si Huang laughed, "You're not stingy, give me a pinch too."

"I didn't say I wouldn't pinch it, but I don't have any flesh on my face. You are sure to pinch it." Xi Muchen turned his head and gave him a look.

"You don't care about me." Si Huang leaned back, in a beautiful mood.

"Who else is there in your family besides you?" Xi Muchen asked halfway through the car.

"There is no one else but me." Si Huang said.

"Where's the servant?"

"I've been dismissed a long time ago. I don't need anyone to serve me alone, and I don't have the money to support so many idlers."

"Poor little girl." Xi Muchen was delighted, "Why don't you come and live with me, so I can take care of you. I don't worry about your injury."

Si Huang's heart skipped a beat, what does this mean?

Is Xi Muchen inviting him to live together?

If I remember correctly, they just expressed their hearts to each other yesterday, which means that the relationship has been confirmed, wouldn't it be faster to live together today?

How come there should be a love process, right?

Don't they all say that the best stage of love is only when you hold your little hands, kiss your little mouth, and you can't get each other's ambiguity?

This will directly live together, will it affect the quality of love?

Si Huang's heart was in a mess, and all kinds of thoughts that he had or didn't have ran up slowly.

"This... is it too fast, I... I haven't thought about it yet." Si Huang blushed, hesitating a little.

Xi Muchen knew that he would misunderstand, and sighed, "What are you thinking? I'm worried about your injury. Don't worry about the two rooms. You will live in yours and I will live in mine. After your injury recovers, you can move back."

"I...I didn't mean that, okay, there's nothing you can't live in."

"Oh... I'm kind, no one is forcing you, and besides, if you live alone in such a big house, who will call you if you bump into me again?"

Xi Muchen was a little embarrassed, he seemed to be getting darker the more he explained, and felt like a beast that abducted a little white rabbit.

But it was obvious that the other party was a cunning little fox.

"Then why don't you live at my place, it's inconvenient for Xiaoya to go there sometimes." Si Huang looked at him eagerly.

Xi Muchen couldn't resist Si Huang's eyes like this.

"That's fine. If you find it inconvenient, we can hire a nanny."

It should have been said earlier, Xi Muchen felt that he was a fool.

"No, I don't like living with strangers, you're fine." Si Huang didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

"It still depends on me."

Xi Muchen laughed.

"I'm hurt, don't you want to."

"I'm willing, I'm willing, there's really nothing I can do about you."

Xi Muchen parked the car in the courtyard of Si Huang's house.

This villa is not small, although it is not as small as the old Xi's house, but it can definitely be regarded as a mansion in Beijing, living in such a house, where does this little thing have the face to say that he has no money.

"Come in, the house may be a bit messy, so don't dislike it, I don't have time to clean it after the servant leaves."

"Do you want to dislike it?" Xi Muchen followed Si Huang into the room.

"I'm a sick person." Si Huang turned around and leaned on Xi Muchen's body as soon as his legs gave way.

"Pfft... OK, OK, I won't be able to clean it later."

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