Scum attack is the real substitute

According to Pei Shixiao's original temperament, it is very suitable to have some "exercise" to consume after eating.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost the mood.

A wonderful soft emotion enveloped him, making him want to be so quiet for a while, it's not bad to do nothing.

The night was dense, and only two spotlights were turned on in the kitchen. The pale light fell lightly on Nan Youxing, as if the whole person was about to blend into the night.

Nan Youxing lowered his head to wash the tableware, the butterfly bone on his back slightly protruded, and the white striped cotton pajamas wrapped him thinly, outlining his thin figure.

Pei Shixiao looked at his back, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Rest, Aunt Xu will clean up tomorrow." By accident, Pei Shixiao heard his own voice.

Nan Youxing turned off the faucet gently, without looking back, with a gentle tone: "Just two bowls, it's not a big deal. Go back to sleep first."

For some unknown reason, Pei Shixiao didn't go back to his room to rest first.He stared at Nan Youxing's back, and waited quietly for Nan Youxing to clean up the tableware before going upstairs with him.

After cleaning up the dishes, Nan Youxing returned to his usual taciturn appearance.

Although others were walking beside him, Pei Shixiao always felt that he seemed to be in a daze, and his thoughts drifted away.

It's always like this, dull, silent, and nothing will happen.

Pei Shixiao frowned slightly, and was about to say something when Nan Youxing took the lead and nodded to him: "Good night."

Before Pei Shixiao could reply, Nan Youxing walked to the end of the corridor, went directly to his second bedroom, and gently closed the door.

With a soft "click", Pei Shixiao who was standing at the door of the master bedroom frowned.

He snorted coldly, glanced at the closed second bedroom door, and returned to his room.

He originally wanted to tell Nan Youxing to let him relax and not be so nervous, just like when they had dinner together just now is fine.

But now it seems that there is no need to say it at all.

After Nan Youxing returned to the room, he took the lead in holding up the helmet on the head of the bed, and kissed him lightly.

This is a somewhat worn-out dark blue helmet. The windshield of the helmet has several small cracks that intersect with each other. On the dark blue background of the helmet, dots of white are painted with correction fluid, just like... the night under the stars.

Nan Youxing's fingertips gently stroked the raised dots of white on the helmet, and when he touched the dots of white, he couldn't help curling his fingers slightly, and the pad of his left index finger felt a familiar itching again.

He touched the place where he had frostbite, scratched it a few times, and it started to hurt.

The chilblains were broken, and pus flowed out from the wound.

Nan Youxing didn't care about his fingers at all, for fear of soiling the helmet, he immediately put the helmet back on the bed carefully.

After putting the helmet away, he went to the bathroom outside the second bedroom to clean the wound.

Nan Youxing stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and put his left index finger under the water.

Water gurgled through his wound, and he looked down at the water flowing out of the faucet, in a daze for a moment.

He also had chilblains before.

"Look at you, you don't pay attention to keeping warm, you have frostbite, it hurts more than wearing racing gloves... You have to wash it with warm water first, don't touch it! Be good, don't move, I'll get iodophor and Roxithromycin is here."

It wasn't until the water in the washbasin gradually spread up, flooded the pool wall, and fell to the ground that Nan Youxing came to his senses. He frantically wiped the bathroom floor and tidied up the sink countertop. After finishing all this, the sky was already dawn .

The untreated finger wound surface was bigger, itchy and painful.

Nan Youxing had no time to care about the wound on his finger, a sense of powerlessness spread from bottom to top, he pressed his back against the wall of the bathroom, and slowly squatted down with his knees in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around his knees, buried his head in his knees, and curled himself into a tight ball.

The pain that was about to be torn in two exploded from his heart, and Nan Youxing pressed the wound on his index finger tightly.

The pain flowed from the fingertips to all the limbs, and only when he felt the pain in the index finger could he maintain a little bit of clear consciousness.

The night is still long.

He sat alone on the floor, shivering into a ball.

Pei Shixiao has strong self-control, no matter how late he goes to bed at night, he can get up on time the next day.

He walked out the door of the master bedroom, and looked towards the end of the corridor by a ghost. The light in the bathroom next to the second bedroom was actually on.

up so early?Nan Youxing probably doesn't have a stable job, and Pei Shixiao rarely sees him getting up early.

Pei Shixiao glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention, and went straight downstairs.Nan Youxing didn't go downstairs to have breakfast until he went out.

I don't know how long it took, but Nan Youxing fell asleep unknowingly.

When he woke up, he found himself sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom all night.

He must have fallen ill last night, and his whole body suddenly lost his strength, and his whole body was swept away by pain and despair, so he could only shrink under the sink.

There was no heating in the bathroom, and he was wearing thin pajamas. After this night, he must have caught a cold, and he only felt a severe headache.

Nan Youxing clenched his fist with one hand, coughed twice, dragged his limp body downstairs, poured a cup of hot water, and took the medicine immediately.I went back to the bedroom and found the medicine box, and treated the place where the chilblains were broken.

There are no more manuscripts for the new article, even if you are sick, it is not good to ask for leave, otherwise the update will be cut off.

Nan Youxing opened the coding software, coughing and typing.

It's just that his head was so dizzy that he couldn't remember many details. He stopped after writing a few lines, and had to turn over the outline he had written before to revisit the plot.

Nan Youxing's body resistance is relatively weak. Once he catches a cold and coughs, it won't get better after a month or two. Even going to the doctor won't help much.

He always kept several kinds of cold medicine in his medicine cabinet, but after taking the medicine, his head became more dizzy.

His mind went blank, and it seemed that he couldn't write any more updates. He closed the computer and shrank himself into bed.

... Let's sleep for a while, wake up and finish writing.

It was Aunt Xu who first noticed something was wrong.

Nan Youxing didn't go out often, Pei Shixiao didn't come back often, and Aunt Xu would cook three meals for Nan Youxing, but Nan Youxing didn't go out today, and no one showed up until dinner.

Aunt Xu went upstairs and knocked on Nan Youxing's bedroom door, but seeing no one answered and the door was unlocked, she opened it and went in.

Only after looking at it did he find that Nan Youxing had a high fever, and he didn't know how long it had been.Not caring about anything else, Aunt Xu hurriedly called the ambulance first, and then called Pei Shixiao.

It's just that Pei Shixiao's side has been busy and no one answered.

Aunt Xu had no choice but to go to the hospital with the ambulance that picked up Nan Youxing.

When Nan Youxing opened his eyes, he only saw white eyes.

His lips moved, and he whispered hoarsely: "...Where is this?"

Because of the high fever, his mind was still dazed, and he didn't come to his senses until he smelled the disinfectant on the tip of his nose.

"Mr. Nan, you finally woke up." Aunt Xu let out a sigh of relief.

When she heard from the doctor that Nan Youxing had a fever for too long and that her brain might be damaged, she was terrified.

Pei Shixiao couldn't be contacted at all. She was a nanny and didn't know the situation of Nan Youxing's immediate family members.She was so anxious that she had no choice but to stay with her in the hospital.

Fortunately, after the infusion, Nan Youxing's temperature dropped smoothly, and the brain CT didn't show any abnormalities, and he just waited for the person to wake up to observe the situation.

"Thank goodness you're awake! The doctor said you've had a fever for a while. Mr. Nan, why didn't you tell me, I really did, I didn't notice you didn't come down for dinner..."

"No, it's none of Aunt Xu's business." After all, he often missed meals because of writing novels before, so it's really not to blame Aunt Xu for not noticing.

only……

Nan Youxing lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooping quietly, and sighed softly: "What a pity."

This time I didn't die either.

Nan Youxing was originally slender, but because of his illness, he now looks paler and thinner, his pale lips are bloodless, he is still wearing white striped pajamas, covered with a white sheet from the hospital, he looks like a lifeless person I.

Aunt Xu didn't hear him talking to herself, and twisted her hands a little awkwardly: "Mr. Nan, I haven't contacted the young master... I think it's because the young master's company has a lot of things recently, and he is too busy. Yes, so..."

"It's okay, don't bother him with such trivial matters." Nan Youxing raised his eyes, which were barren, without any emotional fluctuations.

Neither happy nor sad.

Aunt Xu froze for a moment. Although Mr. Nan was always gentle and thoughtful of the young master, at that moment, she still felt that Mr. Nan's eyes just now... were indifferent.

What he said clearly was that he didn't want to trouble the young master, but when he said this, his tone and demeanor were so indifferent, as if he was referring to someone who had nothing to do with him.

Such a thought is just a flash.

Aunt Xu only thought that Nan Youxing was sad because of Pei Shixiao's neglect. Seeing that after he woke up, his eyes were just staring out of the hospital window in a daze, she retreated out of the ward tactfully.

Although Mr. Nan said he didn't want to disturb the young master, Pei Shixiao must be informed about this matter.

Because of the bidding for a major multinational project, Pei Shixiao held a transnational meeting all night. The next day, he only took a nap for a while, and another whole day of other schedules.

It wasn't until the end of work that Pei Shixiao saw Aunt Xu's missed call on his phone.

"Have a high fever?" Hearing Aunt Xu's report, Pei Shixiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Have you retreated?"

"Okay, I see." His voice was flat, with a little tiredness, "It's fine to retreat, and I will trouble you in the hospital."

Aunt Xu's tone was exaggerated: "Master, the doctor said that if the ambulance came later, Mr. Nan's brain would be on fire! He almost disappeared. Master, why don't you come to the hospital to see Mr. Nan..."

"I don't have time." Pei Shixiao interrupted her neatly, with a light tone: "It's just a fever, just look at him."

After speaking, the phone hung up immediately.

Aunt Xu looked at the hung up phone and sighed.Thinking of Nan Youxing who was thin on the hospital bed just now, she couldn't bear it.

She and Nan Youxing have been together for almost a year, and she knows best how much Nan Youxing likes the young master.

It's just that the young master is cold-hearted, and the most dismissive thing is sincerity.

What a pity.

And after Nan Youxing came to the hospital with a high fever, he didn't contact any of his relatives...

It's so pitiful to look at alone.

Aunt Xu sighed and shook her head.

Pei Shixiao was going back to the flat in the city center to rest for a while. When the car drove to a certain intersection, he turned his head and saw that the signboard of XX Hospital was glowing red in the night. It was the hospital that Aunt Xu had just told him that Nan Youxing was in.

He paused for a moment in his thoughts, just when the green light came on, Pei Shixiao looked away, and the smooth lines of the Maybach S680 shot across like a shooting star, as if it had never been there before, without any trace.

After Pei Shixiao returned to the apartment and took a shower, he wiped his hair and came out of the bathroom. He only wore a bath towel around his lower body. Water droplets dripped from the tip of his hair, flowed over his distinct muscle lines, and sank under the white bath towel .

He threw the towel to wipe his hair on the sofa, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

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