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"I have something to do with you."

Chu Xiaoheng didn't doubt him, scratched his head, and told the truth, "I slept in, just came here, they said you were in a meeting, so I waited outside for a while."

In fact, this person was really angry just now. The moment the secretary entered and exited, he could hear the roar from the conference room, and Chu Heng was terrified when he heard it.

"Ah."

The stomach was still churning, but the nausea eased a little, and the rest was just a dull pain.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yan rested his forehead, his thoughts were a little unclear, and it took a while to react, and he took a deep breath, "Say it."

Chu Heng was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, hesitated for a while, and then said: "My parents... I heard that you have been discharged from the hospital, and they want to come to see you at home. At noon... maybe stay for dinner."

Acting is something that cannot be done by one person, it still requires two people to cooperate with each other.

Chu San Shaochou's head is getting bigger, but he still has to bite the bullet and say that he knows the virtues of his parents, and they have a good way of being hypocritical. Fang Yan has just been forced out of the hospital, and his body is still weak, so he probably will be impatient cope with them.

Fang Yan pressed his upper abdomen, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and thought for a while before he could barely discern the meaning of this guy's words.

That's... Chu's father and Chu's mother are coming to the house.

"Well, ask the servant to prepare it." Fang Yan nodded slightly, without any superfluous expression: "What time is the appointment, I will go back with you."

He got up anxiously, using the armrests as support, and propped himself up, but his eyes suddenly went dark, he overestimated himself, lost his strength, and fell back hard.

"hiss……"

When Chu Heng came to his senses, the man's face was pale, and he propped himself up with his forearm on the armrest of the chair, groaning.

"Where did you hurt?"

Reluctant to ask for help, Third Young Master Chu's attitude was very good, he was startled, leaned over to check, "Let me see."

As he spoke, he was about to unbutton the man's shirt.

Fang Yan's eyebrows twitched, and before he could regain his mastery, he felt a chill on his neck, and a button had been undone.

"Chu Heng!"

He quickly raised his hand, pinched the guy's wrist, and his forehead jumped: "What are you going to do?"

"I..." Chu Heng was taken aback for a moment, and then asked calmly, "Ah? I just wanted to see where you got knocked."

"No need," Fang Yan said with a cold face and shortness of breath, "I didn't hit anything."

"Oh..." Chu Sanshao didn't insist, and asked in a daze: "Then be careful when you get up, don't be too hasty."

This person has a good appearance, even when he is sick, his complexion is pale, his lips are cyanotic, but he has the dignity and elegance engraved in his bones, his pupils are pitch black, and the light in his eyes is flowing, so beautiful Thrilling and mesmerizing.

Fang Yan has a stubborn personality and never likes others to help him. Even if he is too ill sometimes, if someone asks for help on his own initiative, it will arouse his anger and cause the opposite effect.

But this time, I don't know if it was because of being too tired. When Chu Sanshao came up to help, Fang Yan didn't resist, and let him prop up his body and move out step by step.

The way I look now... must be funny and ridiculous!Confined to this body, when one gets sick, it really...has no dignity at all.