Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

It was already the next morning when Cheng Yueyou woke up, and the sunlight outside the window shone in through the huge French windows and scattered on the soft big bed. If the exhaustion and weakness all over his body were excluded, such a day would surely be warm and comfortable, right?

With such warm sunlight shining on his body, Cheng Yue still felt that his body was extremely cold. He raised his cold hand and touched his drowsy mind, and it turned out that he had a fever.A little self-defeating, he slid his hands down the bed, lying on his back on the bed, his eyes without glasses were covered with a layer of water vapor, and the chandelier above his head was imprinted with fog in his eyes.

He groped for the mobile phone still on the bed to check the time, but when he touched it, a black screen was displayed. Xiao Hao's phone call came in reluctantly last night. At first, he didn't know if he should answer it, but later it was Tortured by the wanton stomachache, I don't even have the strength to hold my phone.

The internal line jingle on the desk outside kept ringing, Cheng Yue rubbed his face vigorously, his vision finally regained some clarity, he propped himself up and sat up, before his feet landed, the grinding pain in his stomach suddenly Like a sharp sword breaking through ice, the burning pain erupted in an instant, but it was only a moment, but Cheng Yue felt that the shirt close to him was already wet with cold sweat, bent over and moved his fist against his stomach He didn't even dare to move, the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks to his pointed chin, and he even saw the drops of sweat converging into small water droplets that couldn't bear the weight and finally dripped onto the cashmere blanket at his feet.

The pain made me feel dizzy for a few seconds, and my mind was blank for a few seconds, but I regained consciousness a little bit due to the pain in my chest. In recent days, the pain in the heart is always accompanied by severe stomach pain. Cheng Yue knew that such a situation must not be a good sign, but he was no longer willing to spend a lot of time to do some useless work.This heart has only started to have problems until now, which is enough to give him face. It is an existence that is not expected and cared about. Even if it is beating in the chest, I feel extremely tired every day, just like it is now, for so many years The exhaustion and tiredness that was desperately suppressed seemed to have become the main theme of life. I don't know how long I can last like this nonchalantly, but, fortunately, I did not disappoint Cheng Han after all.

After regaining some strength, Cheng Yue moved from the bed and slid to the floor, opened the drawer of the bedside table, searched for painkillers, picked a few tablets and threw them into his mouth. The bitter taste of the tablets spread in his mouth, making him almost nauseous , raised his head slightly and leaned against the bed, desperately suppressing and waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

Feng Zhichu called countless times and Cheng Yue didn't hear back. Thinking of the man's face when he left yesterday, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and immediately rushed towards his office, because he was so anxious that he even had to knock on the door. Much bigger than usual.

When Cheng Yue opened the door, he saw Feng Zhichu was in a hurry, and there was no doubt that there was worry in his eyes.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"The phone is out of battery. I just took a shower in the bathroom and didn't hear the phone ring." Cheng Yue still had a towel in his hand, a clean white bathrobe on his body, and his hair was dripping wet. He really looked like he had just taken a shower , but Feng Zhichu always felt that even if this person stood there, he looked precarious, as if he would disappear in the next second.

"I was scared to death. I thought you were sick and fainted inside."

"Don't curse me, I'm in good health."

"I hope so."

"What are you calling me for?"

"Didn't I give you a medical reform plan before the last business trip? I accidentally lost the one I kept as a deposit, so I'll use yours first." Feng Zhichu saw that Cheng Yue's expression was not the same as yesterday His pale and haggard face was stained with a few traces of blush, and even his voice was considered normal when joking with him. Naturally, he didn't think that it was because he had a fever, but simply thought that yesterday's scene was just the fatigue caused by the long-distance flight. Relieved, he sat in the chair opposite the desk and glanced around at the pile of documents arranged in an orderly manner.

"Is it urgent?"

"Yes, we will discuss it when we are going to have a meeting in the afternoon."

"I'll get it to you later, you go back and do your work first."

"Just give it to me now, so you won't have to wait a while."

"Not in the office, I took it home that time." Cheng Yueqing frowned, the momentary trance was still captured by Feng Zhichu, the home he mentioned just now was the apartment where he and Xiao Hao lived.

"Forget it, I came to you just because I was too lazy to print another copy, so forget about it and make another trip, and I'll print another copy."

"I'd better go back and get it. I made some changes on it, and I was going to give it to you to take a look at it, and... I just happened to go back and pack some things."

"Do you want me to accompany you back?"

"It's not Longtan Tiger's Den. What are you going to do? There are so many things waiting for you in the hospital."

"Then...then you need to contact me."

In view of his current physical condition, Cheng Yue didn't dare to drive. He took a taxi and reported the address, then sat in the back seat with his arms folded and his eyes closed. After a short distance, he fell asleep in a daze. After driving to the entrance of the community, Cheng Yue was woken up by the driver shaking him. After paying the money, he got off at the station at the gate of the community, but he suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

He raised his hand and looked at the time. It was past 10 o'clock in the morning. Xiao Hao should not be at home at this time. He pinched his swollen brows and felt dizzy and a little dizzy. He wanted to finish things as soon as possible. After swiping the card, he lifted his footsteps and entered the door.

Opening the door with the key, the furnishings in the room were still the same as before. Cheng Yue changed his shoes and went to the study without seeing Xiao Hao lying on the sofa.

Xiao Hao heard the sound of the key opening the door, but he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes during the half-dream and half-awake. He struggled to wake up while clutching the sofa, and the usual silence returned to the room.

Sitting up, rubbing his face, he was stunned to recall the scene of his dream just now. With Cheng Yue's indifferent eyes and the freezing air around him, he stood not far away and wanted to grab the hem of his clothes, but suddenly Time was strangled by the throat, and even breathing became a delusion.

With trembling fingers, Xiao Hao took the cigarette on the coffee table and lit it. He took a deep breath, but suddenly he couldn't breathe and coughed until he coughed up tears and his eyes were red.

The sudden voice from the study caught his attention. Xiao Hao stubbed out the cigarette butt and rushed over a few steps. The thoughtful person stood in front of the desk with his head bowed, and the scattered hair on his forehead was slightly damp. Covering his brows and eyes, he bent down deeply and remained motionless, Xiao Hao could almost see his stiff figure at a glance and ran over to hug Cheng Yue in two steps in three steps.

"A Yue..."

"You are finally back."

"I miss you so much."

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