After getting married and running away, the scumbag begged me to get back together

I don't know if it's because of the dissatisfaction with the environment in a foreign country for the first time or because of the emotion that the first love has ended. When I slept until the middle of the night, Shen Zhu's stomach ached.

The pain was not strong enough to make people fully awake. Shen Zhu curled up in a half-dream, half-awake, covered his abdomen, turned over with difficulty, and continued the light sleep that was not of very high quality.

The symptoms gradually intensified, triggering a series of physiological reactions. When the sky turned white, Shen Zhu had already lost consciousness under the dual effects of high fever and stomach pain.

In the chaos, it seemed that someone was calling his name, the voice was far and near, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, the back of the hand stabbed a little, and a cold liquid spread under the skin, from the fingertips to the forearm as if it was frozen.

Then, a warm and strong hand held him, using its own body temperature to help him dispel the discomfort.

The movement of opening his eyes became extremely strenuous, and his vision gradually changed from blurred to clear. Shen Zhu stared at the chandelier for a while, only to realize that he was not in the original room.

He didn't know much about the villa he was currently living in, and after looking around, he didn't know where he was.

The fever hadn't subsided yet, and the quilt was tightly tucked around his neck again. Shen Zhu's whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.He wanted to pull down the quilt, but just as he raised his hand, he found that he was hanging a bottle.

The door of the room was pushed open, and Wen Chu came in with a porcelain bowl. Seeing that Shen Zhu was awake, he put the bowl on the bedside, sat sideways by the bed, and checked the temperature of his forehead.

Illness consumed too much energy, Shen Zhu didn't have the time to pay attention to whether this kind of action was a little too intimate, like a little beast with its legs upturned, obediently letting Wen Chu move.

"The doctor said that you have a recurrence of stomach disease, which caused a high fever." Wen Chu lifted the quilt that Shen Zhu had pushed down to his chin, and straightened it gently, "The quilt in your room was wet with cold sweat, so I let you The housekeeper sent you to the master bedroom."

master bedroom...

Isn't it Mr. Wen's bedroom?

After Shen Zhu wanted to understand this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Chu had no airs at all, picked up the bowl again, and used a spoon to stir the fragrant and rotten pumpkin porridge, "Your pajamas are also soaked, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable, so I changed them."

"Thank you sir." Shen Zhu buried his face in the quilt, smelling the same smell as Wen Chu's.

Very similar to someone's usual perfume.Shen Zhu couldn't help but compare.

"You're welcome, I like to take care of you." Wen Chu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it to the right temperature, and handed it to his mouth, "I made it myself, you can finish it obediently."

Shen Zhu propped up his upper body, leaned against the head of the bed, and let Wen Chu feed himself.

The housekeeper told him that Mr. Wen's lover also loves to get sick. Every time, Mr. Wen would take care of him personally, coaxing that person to eat and drink medicine little by little.

Therefore, Wen Chu's words were not meant for him.

This is very good, Shen Zhu thought, someone can treat him so well, and he can enjoy it without any psychological burden, it is simply a huge advantage.

Maybe it's really possible to be with Mr. Wen all the time.

Shen Zhu accepted the feeding quietly, and Wen Chu enjoyed the process very much. Neither of them spoke, and their aura unexpectedly matched.

It's like an old couple who have been together for many years.

The bowl of porridge quickly drained, and after getting the answer that the sick little guy didn't want to eat anymore, Wen Chu took out a tissue and gently wiped Shen Zhu's mouth clean.

"Lie down, don't kick the quilt secretly." Wen Chu got up and patted the top of Shen Zhu's head.

The stomach trouble this time was more serious than any previous one, and at night, Shen Zhu's body temperature rose again.

Wen Chu, who had been sitting behind a table not far from the bed reading a book, noticed something unusual, came over to briefly check Shen Zhu's situation, squeezed his hand comfortingly, turned around and went to the door to call for the housekeeper.

Cold and pain mixed together, Shen Zhu's whole body was trembling, and inexplicable grievances swept over him, just when Wen Chu was about to take a step, he mustered up his courage, and stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the clothes in front of him.

"Sir." Shen Zhu said with a nasal voice, choked with sobs, "Hug me."

He knew all too well what treatment he needed.

No matter which gentleman it is, as long as you can treat him well and only temporarily fill the gap in your heart, that's enough.

There was a gap in the quilt, and the bed next to him was slightly sunken. With his eyes closed, Shen Zhu took the initiative to move closer to the heat source.

The man he called Mr. stretched out his arms and held him in his arms, with a gentle, comforting kiss on his forehead.

Close your eyes and you can deceive yourself.Shen Zhu arched into the arms of the person hugging him again, took that person's hand, and placed it on his stomach.

"pain."

"Take care of your body obediently, and you won't be in pain in the future." Wen Chu was extraordinarily patient, but his eyes were looking at another time and space through Shen Zhu, "Don't get sick, I'll be worried."

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and neither of them mentioned the matter of dividing the room.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Zhu grabbed Wen Chu's clothes and fell asleep.

Wen Chu wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to twist a towel to help Shen Zhu wipe his face, but he was caught firmly as soon as he made a move.

"Su Xingque." The person on the bed murmured almost pleadingly, "Don't want me."

Wen Chu's eyes darkened for a moment, he didn't speak, patted Shen Zhu's hand, slowly smoothed the little guy's frowning brows, and went to the bathroom to twist the towel. .

Su's old house.

In the second half of the night, the old house was brightly lit, and all the servants gathered in the living room on the first floor, listening to the sound of things falling to the ground on the third floor, all showing worried expressions.

Ever since their young master came back from abroad, he has been shutting himself in the room, except for asking the housekeeper to bring up the wine in the wine cellar, he has never left the room.

Mr. Xiao Shen didn't come back, they didn't dare to ask, and they didn't have a chance to ask.

The master bedroom was pitch black, filled with an unpleasant smell due to lack of maintenance, the floor was full of empty wine bottles in a mess, the owner of the room was lying on the ground next to the bed like mud, leaning against the bedside table, looking up. The wine in the bottle was drained in one gulp.

If anyone saw this man with stubble on his chin and wine stains and tears on his body, he would definitely not be able to connect with the usually glorious President Su.

Su Xingque's eyes were blurred, resisting the churning feeling in his stomach, he stretched out his hand and swiped around randomly a few times, finding out the phone whose screen had been smashed by himself.

The call log was filled with calls to the same number, but without exception, none of them were connected.

Su Xingque was short of breath, his fingertips trembled, and he raised and lowered it several times before he dialed it out.

The waiting time was extremely long, and there was silence in the earpiece, which amplified the restless and anxious voice in breathing.

Feeling flustered like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, even though the ending can be foreseen, he still struggles and fantasizes.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off..."

As the guillotine fell, Su Xingque seemed to have lost his soul. He bent his legs, covered his head with his hands, and buried his face in his knees.

It was he who sold Shen Zhu with his own hands, and it was he who made Shen Zhu sad.

Now that he was being punished, his heart felt like a knife was being pierced, he was distraught, and he wished he could cut himself into pieces before Shen Zhu, and tell him not to be angry.

But it didn't work.

He couldn't find Shen Zhu.

"Ah!!!" The repressed self-blame and resentment poured out of his chest, Su Xingque got up, and smashed everything within reach on the ground.

With a bang, the master bedroom door was kicked open from the outside, Qin Zaiyu covered his nose and took half a step back, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch the switch on the wall.

Pa, the mess in the entire bedroom was clearly visible.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper following Qin Zaiyu groaned and was about to go in to clean up.

Qin Zaiyu raised his arms to block the door.

"Uncle Liu, you go downstairs first, I have something to settle with him."

The housekeeper wanted to say something, but Qin Zaiyu forcibly shut the door.

Inside the house, Qin Zaiyu locked the door, avoided the glass bottles and various pieces of furniture on the ground, walked up to Su Xingque, raised his hand and punched him.

Su Xingque was beaten so that he was lying on the ground.

Qin Zaiyu didn't speak, but clenched his fists, stared at Su Xingque with red eyes for a long time, and gritted his teeth, "Are you worthy of him?"

"What right do you have to ask me?" Su Xingque hoarse, trying to suppress the bloody smell in his throat.

Qin Zaiyu snorted coldly, "I found a way to keep him."

"But you screwed it up."

Supporting the floor, Su Xingque stood up unsteadily, trying to overcome the dizziness caused by drunkenness, and wanted to face Qin Zaiyu directly.

"What do you mean?" asked impatiently.

Qin Zaiyu straightened his back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and met Su Xingque's eyes, "As far as you understand."

Qin Zaiyu likes Shen Zhu.

His cousin likes his lover.

When did this happen?Does Shen Zhu know?

With a bang in Su Xingque's mind, he grabbed Qin Zaiyu's collar, "Then it's your fucking sister-in-law!"

"I know." Qin Zaiyu frowned, patted Su Xingque's hand away, and took a step back, "So when you two were not separated, I never said or did anything that crossed the line."

"Even because he likes you, he tried his best to help you keep him."

Qin Zaiyu's eyes were filled with complicated emotions, and he laughed at himself, "Even to find out who the buyer is in order to use more network resources..."

His voice suddenly rose, and he punched Su Xingque on the shoulder, "I fucking bowed to my father, and went back to take over that broken company!!!"

"What did you do again? What did you do again?" Qin Zaiyu grabbed Su Xingque's collar fiercely, and said in the same hoarse voice, "You lost him!!!"

"Then you get him back! You like him so much!" Su Xingque had no reason at all, and vented his emotions that had no place to rest for days by roaring.

"Do you think I didn't look for it?" Qin Zaiyu sneered, throwing out a stack of photos.

It was outside the villa, looking through the windows, and taking pictures of Shen Zhu in various appearances from various angles.

"I found him when you were drunk and decadent, crying and crying."

Su Xingque knelt on the ground and picked up those photos, one by one, refusing to let go of any details.

"What right do you have to like him?" Qin Zaiyu sneered.