Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

It was completely dark, and the evening wind of the autumn night was wrapped in the smell of rain, and it penetrated into people's clothes.

The plastic runway is glued to the damp dead leaves, and it creaks when stepped on.

Most of the students have private cars to pick them up, but Li Rong does not.

He was so sick that he was crumbling, with a white cap on his head, and the collar covered most of his flushed face.

Not many people were willing to send him to the hospital, Lin Qin was one, the class teacher was one, and Cen Wei was one.

Yang Fenfang touched his forehead and asked anxiously: "The fever is so serious, why didn't you tell me earlier, how can you take the exam in this state, what should you do if you have pneumonia!"

She has a headache.

Li Rong has caused her more and more headaches recently. He used to be a top student who was quiet and dedicated to learning, but now he seems to be stimulated. It's only been a few days, and the troubles are endless.

Lin Qin rubbed his hands anxiously.

He still has a vocal music training class to take in the evening, and the teacher is very difficult to find. He is a well-known musical actor from abroad. Being able to give him some pointers will be of great help to his art test.

But he really wanted to accompany Li Rong to the hospital.

Li Rong is so seriously ill, so pitiful, if he walks away at this time, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

But his parents must not understand his love and loyalty to his classmates. In the eyes of his parents, the future and the art test are more important.

They would call him childish, immature, and arrogant, and he should leave everything to the teacher when he is there.

Yang Fenfang also said: "I'll take Li Rong to the hospital for a look. You should go home when you go home. Parents must be waiting impatiently."

Lin Qin's heart sank again, it seemed that Yang Fenfang would not agree to his company.

Jian Fu got impatient for a long time, and grabbed Cen Wei's arm: "Go, go, go, we agreed to shoot Bibi, I will definitely not lose this time."

He tugged, but Cen Xiao didn't move.

Jian Fu was startled.

Li Rong gasped weakly, his eyelids drooped, and he was in a trance, but after hearing Jian Fu's words, he immediately grabbed Cen Ling's clothes.

He thought he had used a lot of strength, but it was really nothing to Cen Xiao.

However, the insignificant strength seems to be very effective, at least, Cen Wei didn't let his hands catch the air.

Cen Wei lowered his head, looked at the pale fingertips clutching his clothes, and calmly said to Yang Fenfang: "I'll take him to the hospital, and my family will drop by."

Yang Fenfang flatly refused: "No, how can I leave this matter to you, a student."

"Then let's go together." Cen Wei's right hand went directly around Li Rong's back, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and put the belt in his arms. Li Rong's whole body was hot, but he was still shivering.

Yang Fenfang had nothing to say this time.

No matter how thin Li Rong is, he is still a boy, and she really can't support her alone.

Jian Fu had no choice but to take a deep breath, silently rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, then grabbed Lin Qin and said, "Let's go, what else are you looking at?"

Lin Qin looked at Li Rong hesitantly, but he had no choice but to leave with Jian Fu.

Cen Xiao used to have a driver to pick him up, but since he became an adult, he refused the driver and drove by himself.

Yang Fenfang also has a car, she took the initiative to say: "Take my car, you help him to the back seat."

Cen Wei didn't refuse, and helped Li Rong into Yang Fenfang's car.

There is still a drizzle in the sky, and the rain is as thin as stitches on silk. When it is scraped on the face, only a few traces of moisture are left.

As soon as Cen Xiao sat down firmly, Li Rong fell heavily on his shoulder.

The white velvet hat squeezed to Cen Xiao's neck, the brim of the hat was deformed, covering Li Rong's eyebrows.

Li Rong, who fell ill, had a strange sense of beauty. He had a stomachache and ate less food, and his side face was often extremely pale, but at this moment, it was flushed with youthful blush. Just now, the drizzle hit his face, hanging on the tiny, almost transparent hairs of his skin. , like clear and thin peach petals.

Cen Wei turned his head slightly, only his delicate and straight nose bridge and his slightly parted lips could be seen.

The chiseled jaw clamored for his malnutrition, but it did not affect the delicate sculpting of this face. Cen Wei always felt that if he could eat more, he would look better.

But getting him to eat nutritious meals is always more troublesome than feeding a three-year-old.

Li Rong grandly put his weight on Cen Xiao's shoulders, dangled in the car for a while, and fell asleep.

He hadn't slept for too long, and it was easy to let his guard down in a dark and safe environment.

After driving for a few minutes, Li Rong's cell phone rang.

Li Rong couldn't sleep well, frowning, almost trying to open his eyes.

Cen Xiao directly took out his mobile phone from his warm pocket, glanced at the caller ID, then hung up without hesitation with a cold face, without getting Li Rong's consent at all.

It's Song Yuanyuan.

Without the noisy ringing of the mobile phone, Li Rong's brows slowly relaxed, and his head sank even more.

Seeing that his eyelids were not moving, Cen Wei slowly raised his hand, sighed lightly, and carefully covered Li Rong's ears.

The raindrops knocked on the glass, the wheels smashed into the mud, and the engine hummed slightly, all of which were isolated from Li Rong's world.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yang Fenfang stopped the car, and Cen Wei helped the half-awake Li Rong down.

Then Yang Fenfang went to register, and Cen Wei took Li Rong to the ward to wait for the blood to be drawn.

Li Rong coughed twice, pulled his collar uncomfortably: "My throat hurts a bit."

Cen Ling stood by the hospital bed, signed a statement of responsibilities, and when he heard Li Rong's voice, he glanced at him and said nothing.

Li Rong leaned on the emergency bed, pouted resentfully.

After Yang Fenfang paid the money, the nurse on duty came to draw Li Rong's blood. She took off her warm coat, rolled up her sleeves, and exposed her arms.

His blood vessels looked particularly clear. The needle pierced the skin, and blood gushed out along the thin tubes, gradually filling the small blood collection tubes.

Li Rong lowered his head, watching his own blood flow out, as if the hard-to-maintain body temperature was also taken away.

He raised his eyes calmly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Cen Xiao was also staring at his arm, but there was no emotion on his face.

Yang Fenfang trotted into the emergency room, wiped the sweat off her brow, and babbled: "It will take 15 minutes for the blood test results, if there is no other problem, just get a fever-reducing injection."

Li Rong smiled weakly: "Okay, thank you teacher."

He pressed the pinhole with his left hand, and fished for his mobile phone with his right hand.

As soon as I pressed the screen to turn on, I found a reject call.

Li Rong raised his eyebrows.

Although his little girlfriend is very realistic and timid, she should still have no affection for him now.

Or, Li Rong, who used to have a cold face, is not that worthy of nostalgia, but now Li Rong, who is smiling, is still very confusing.

Li Rong muttered: "My girlfriend called to care about me, why did you hang up for me?"

Cen Wei squinted his eyes, and said calmly: "Oh, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Fenfang stood aside, the corner of her mouth twitched, and said weakly: "...the school stipulates that puppy love is not allowed."

Li Rong managed to regain his energy, supported the bed and straightened his body, half-jokingly said: "Of course, we haven't broken up yet, even if you like her, you have to compete fairly with me."

Yang Fenfang had a heart attack.

She never knew that the emotional life of the students in her class was so complicated.

Li Rong, who is the first in grade, has been in a relationship for a long time, and now, Cen Wei, who is the last one, wants to turn a corner. The seemingly discordant relationship between the two of them has developed into an even more discordant relationship between rivals in love.

Yang Fenfang cleared her throat: "I must emphasize that the school prohibits puppy love, you are all in the top three of high school, you must use your studies..."

Cen Wei hooked his lips, took out his mobile phone, quickly unlocked it, tapped twice to enter the chat interface, and casually threw it to Li Rong who was lying on the bed.

"Well, I will pay you back once, and compete with you fairly."

Puzzled, Li Rong picked up Cen Xiao's cell phone, and what was displayed on the phone happened to be the chat interface between Cen Xiao and Song Yuanyuan.

[Song Yuanyuan: Hello, I heard from my mother that you will also come to my coming-of-age ceremony. 】

[Song Yuanyuan: We didn't seem to have talked much before. I used to see you often when I was looking for Li Rong. 】

[Song Yuanyuan: Cen Wei, have you chosen your partner yet? 】

Li Rong raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes, he asked in surprise, "You didn't agree?"

Cen Xiao didn't reply at all.

Seeing his undisguised joy, Cen Ling asked lightly, "What do you think?"

Li Rong locked the screen of Cen Ling's phone, pushed it away, and said righteously: "How can I casually look at other people's phones, how impolite."

Cen Wei: "Oh."

Yang Fenfang found that she was neglected, and neglected thoroughly.

She wanted to interject, but there seemed to be absolutely no room for interjection.

It was Li Rong who noticed her first, but it was a pity that when he noticed her, it was a tactful order to chase her away.

Li Rong: "Teacher, it's so late, and you still have to go home to take care of the children. It's enough to have Cen Xiao accompany me. I'll transfer the medical expenses to you through WeChat."

Yang Fenfang wanted to evade, but Li Rong said to Cen Wei: "I want to ask you alone."

Yang Fenfang: "...then the teacher will go back first, call if you have something to do."

When Yang Fenfang left the emergency room, before Li Rong could speak, he coughed violently for a long while. He coughed with real emotion, leaning on the side of the bed, his eyes were moist, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Cen Xiao stared at his protruding shoulder blades, wanting to touch his thin back.

The poplar tree trembling like a sandstorm, with its back rising and falling with the coughing, knew that the tree grew in the desert and was most suitable for the harsh environment, and knew that the wind and rain would not be enough to break it, but it was inevitable that it would be broken. pity.

Li Rong spoke intermittently: "The investigation team... confiscated my dad's computer, can you help me keep an eye on... for two months?"

He didn't dare to submit his paper to a domestic journal rashly. He didn't know who the reviewer was, whether the reviewer dared to give Li Qingli's name when he saw it, let alone Li Baishou, or the person behind it. How far did it reach.

The "FromZero" he was going to vote for would take at least ten weeks before it would be published.

Now the only person around him who is keeping an eye on Hong Suo is Cen Qing, the father of Cen Xiao, who is the president of the chamber of commerce.

Cen Wei: "Why?"

Li Rong didn't intend to lie, he put his hands on his chest, and looked at Cen Yu sincerely: "There are some unpublished materials there, they are concerned with all the researchers, your father certainly doesn't want Hong Suo Research something that makes a lot of money and weaken the power of the United Chamber of Commerce."

Cen Wei said calmly: "You know I have to ask Cen Qing."

Li Rong: "I know."

He knew that the current Cen Wei did not have the authority to use the resources of the Chamber of Commerce. He also knew that the relationship between Cen Wei and his parents was not good, and the future would be completely torn apart. It would be really difficult for Cen Wei to ask Cen Qing.

Cen Xiao smiled: "I just said, how can you be so sick at home all day?"

Li Rong's eyelids trembled unconsciously.

In his last life, he had resisted Cen Wei many times, and the most serious relationship intensification was the night when Song Yuanyuan and Cen Wei made a public confession, he directly pointed a gun to Cen Wei's forehead.

It's a pity that he hadn't learned how to shoot at that time, so he missed the opportunity and was snatched by Cen Wei.

He also inadvertently discovered that if he hurt himself, Cen Xiao would give in a little instead.

At that time, his project team developed a rapid coagulant for patients born with coagulation disorders.

This medicine is made into a spray form, which is easy to carry, and can stop bleeding in an emergency when the patient has an accident, and the hemostatic effect is even stronger than that of ordinary people's platelets.

As a member of the project team, Li Rong plans to try it on himself first.

He was in a cold war with Cen Wei that day, so he didn't bother to explain. He sat in the bedroom, held up the knife, and cut his arm calmly.

Then, for the first time, he saw Cen Xiao flustered.

He followed the trend and proposed to live on campus for a month, and Cen Xiao agreed.

As shameful as it is to take advantage of human pity, it works.

So after Li Rong finished the first draft, he took some cold water in the bathtub, shivered in the cold water for an hour, and then went to the window to blow the early morning wind.

This body was really strong, and it collapsed without holding it for a long time.

Cen Wei took a few steps forward and pulled the long blue curtain at will, completely separating Li Rong's crib from other patients, trapping the two of them in a small space that was not private.

Cen Ling's eyes were dark, he squinted, and clenched his teeth, restraining some impulse.

He lowered his voice, his tone was a little cold: "You plot against me."

Knowing that he was wrong, Li Rong pursed his lips, stretched out the arm that had just been drawn blood and still had bruises and pinholes, and gently pressed his palm to Cen Xiao's heart, and said softly: "I was wrong, Not anymore, help me once."

He is smart enough to know when to act coquettishly and when to apologize sincerely.

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