Don't fall in love with the professor

A few days ago, Jiang Xiaocheng had abdominal pain once, when the two of them were sorting out things for a business trip by the closet.

Zhong Kexing squatted on the ground, took pieces of clothing from Jiang Xiaocheng's hands, and stacked them neatly in the suitcase. Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, he stopped his movements and said, "So many clothes should be enough. "

Jiang Xiaocheng glanced down and said, "I'd better get some more laundry, I checked the weather in Guangzhou, it's probably going to be very hot...you'll be going for a long time."

When he said the last sentence, his voice gradually lowered.

He picked two more shirts and stuffed them into the bag.

When Jiang Xiaocheng is angry or unhappy, he will show this look, lower his head, and do things silently.

Zhong Kexing set his eyes on him.

He raised his hand and pinched his slightly puffed cheeks, and said, "It's only seven days, how can you talk about it for a long time?"

Jiang Xiaocheng asked him in turn, "Seven days isn't too long?"

Zhong Kexing knew that there should be no more arguments at this time. He promptly changed the topic and said, "There are a lot of delicacies in Guangzhou. What do you want to eat? I'll bring some back."

Closing the suitcase, he said, "Clean these up first. I'll put the washing things in tomorrow morning."

Take Jiang Xiaocheng's hand.

The two sat on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Xiaocheng still looked sullen, and said: "Morning tea, of course I have to go to the scene to have a good meal."

Zhong Kexing thought for a while and said, "You come to Guangzhou to see me on Saturday and Sunday? It's not very far, and it's too late to buy a ticket now."

Jiang Xiaocheng thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "There are a lot of things going on in the company recently, I can't leave."

The team won Wenmu's pitch, and he is already the direct person in charge of the "Gewu" series of projects. He has gradually become proficient in business, and the tasks assigned to him by his superiors have also doubled.

"We can send a message or call. I'll take a look and maybe I'll come back early."

Only then did Jiang Xiaocheng raise his eyelashes, and said considerately: "It's okay, you should follow the schedule, don't rush too much, or you will be very tired."

He had just taken a shower, and his black hair was almost dry, fluffy and soft, lining his face as white as jade, and exuding warm water vapor all over his body.

Zhong Kexing looked at him, feeling a little distracted, cupped his face, and leaned over to kiss him.

At the thought of being separated for several days, both of them felt a little passionate, and wanted to make use of this limited time to comfort their lovesickness in advance.

Zhong Kexing strangled Jiang Xiaocheng's waist and turned his position, but he heard a cry of pain from the person below him.

Jiang Xiaocheng frowned his pretty eyebrows and bit his lips lightly, as if enduring some kind of pain.

Zhong Kexing bowed his head, panting and asked what's wrong.

Jiang Xiaocheng fixed his eyes on one spot, and felt a dull pain in his waist and abdomen, which slowly dissipated.

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it hurts a little here."

It felt uncomfortable to stop suddenly, but Zhong Kexing still stopped his movements. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his chest heaved and he asked, "Here? Or here?"

Restraining his strength, he probed lightly between Jiang Xiaocheng's waist and abdomen, and when he reached one point, he felt the opponent's body tremble slightly and stopped.

"Is it here?"

The brows frowned deeper, as if muttering to himself, or as if asking: "Why does it hurt here?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's cheeks were flushed, as if he couldn't speak, he said: "I had a barbecue with my colleagues at noon today, and it was a bit hard."

Zhong Kexing lowered his head and bumped against his forehead, his voice contained the meaning of hating iron but not steel.

"Didn't you say, try to eat those things as little as possible?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's tone of defense was begging for mercy, "I know, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Seeing Zhong Kexing bowed up, as if he was about to leave, he quickly sat up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhong Kexing took a long breath, picked up the bath towel at the side, wrapped it around his waist casually, and said, "I remember there is still medicine in the living room, I'll bring another glass of water."

This was a trivial matter, and Jiang Xiaocheng didn't take it to heart, but a few days later, the pain came to him suddenly, and it seemed to be more serious than last time.

"This is the document sent back by Ersen Company. Check it first to see if there is any problem."

"The client has issued a new brief, think of some ideas in advance."

"Everyone, don't forget, there will be a short meeting this afternoon, three to ten minutes, and the materials will be ready."

Early in the morning, the company was busy. Xiao Qi finished his tasks and walked in the direction of the office. His eyes fell on Jiang Xiaocheng's direction, and he made up his mind.

He walked forward, stood still in front of the desk, and asked with concern: "Xiaocheng? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing the bread and milk on the table, he said, "Did you eat anything?"

Xiaocheng said: "I was in a hurry to go out, so I brought my breakfast here."

Seeing his lack of energy, Xiao Qi only thought that he lacked energy, and joked: "Then eat first, you will have strength when you are full."

Jiang Xiaocheng also attributed the feeling of discomfort to not eating breakfast. He tore open the bag of bread, took a few bites, and felt his stomach was hurting.

Looking at the work items on the sticky notes, I forced myself to concentrate, and only hoped that by the end of get off work time, I would finish everything and take a good rest.

After a day of being in a daze, it seemed that a colleague said goodbye to him in his ears, and he said something, ringing in his ears like a muffled drum.

Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't hear clearly, so he just nodded, thinking about how much work is left and how long it will take to finish it.

In a trance, I felt that I could lie on the table and sleep for a few minutes, only a few minutes.

"Jiang Xiaocheng? Jiang Xiaocheng?"

Someone knocked on the table with his finger, and the sound was distant and near. Jiang Xiaocheng raised his head and raised his eyelids with great effort. There was a whiteness in front of him. He blinked again, and finally got in focus.

"Mr. Lu?"

Standing by Jiang Xiaocheng's table, Lu Huaijing frowned and asked, seeing that his face was pale and obviously unable to support himself, "What's wrong?"

This time, Jiang Xiaocheng heard clearly. He covered his stomach and replied, "I feel cold and my stomach hurts."

Something dry and thick was pasted on his forehead, Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head dullly, and realized that it was Lu Huaijing's hand.

He also heard the other party say: "Jiang Xiaocheng, you have a fever, you should go to the hospital."

The voice became chaotic again when it reached his ears, Jiang Xiaocheng only caught the word "hospital" and hummed.

Standing up with the edge of the table, I wanted to take a step, but I felt top-heavy and fell forward.

I can't remember what happened after that, only the uncontrollable pain.

There seemed to be a layer of mist hanging on the eyelashes, and many shadows were busy around them, turning into twinkling white.

The body was laid flat somewhere, the back of the hand was cold for a while, and it seemed to be stabbed, and then, all the pain was like a giant beast in the middle of the night, slowly dormant.

Jiang Xiaocheng opened his eyes in a daze, saw that Lu Huaijing was still there, and said weakly: "President Lu, I'm really sorry, I think I'm much better."

Lu Huaijing has been up and down the mall for many years and is well versed in the world, so of course he can understand the meaning of these words.

He raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and said, "Do you think it's been a long time? It's less than two hours."

Jiang Xiaocheng was in a daze, wondering if it was only two hours?Probably because of the severe pain, I feel that the time is abnormally slow.

"I heard from the doctor that an operation is needed."

Lu Huaijing responded, and said, "It's acute appendicitis. The bed is being arranged. The operation is probably scheduled for tomorrow."

He knew that being here would put a lot of pressure on the small employees, and he said: "If you have an accident in the company, we will of course be responsible. I have hired a nurse to take care of you here tonight, and I will also notify you. Your...emergency contacts."

When Jiang Xiaocheng heard the words "emergency contact", he felt anxious and blurted out: "Is he coming?"

He also felt that it was inappropriate to talk to his superiors like this, so he softened his voice and said, "Boss Lu, thank you."

Lu Huaijing nodded his respects, said some words of reassurance, and left.

As soon as he left, Jiang Xiaocheng was about to get up, the muscles in his waist and abdomen were involved, and he broke out in a burst of sweat.

I had no choice but to stretch out my arms carefully, and poke under the pillow with difficulty.

Sure enough, he touched the phone.

After unlocking it, there are already many missed calls, all of which are from Zhong Kexing.

Immediately dialed back.

The phone was only connected when the long reminder sound came to an end. The noise on the other side was a bit loud, and Zhong Kexing was probably in a very noisy place.

"Hi, Shiro? How are you? How are you feeling?"

Zhong Kexing's voice was panting, and his tone was also urgent. Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes were inexplicably sore when he heard it, and he said, "I got an injection and I feel much better. Where are you?"

"I'm at the high-speed rail station and I'll be on the train soon."

Jiang Xiaocheng said softly: "Don't be in a hurry to come back. The doctor said that there is nothing serious. Don't you still have a meeting? You don't need to come back so soon."

Zhong Kexing stood in the center of the waiting hall, holding his luggage in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.

He ignored Jiang Xiaocheng's words, and said to himself: "Close your eyes, close your eyes, sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you will be able to see me."

The author has something to say: Xiaocheng is too obedient and soft, ah, what should I do?