Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

At half past ten in the evening, Rong Xianyi returned to Rong Mansion with a chill, and Lin Shuyang followed him.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Rong had been sitting downstairs waiting for them.

"Madam, the young master and the others are back."

Du Qing shouted softly, and Mrs. Rong woke up from her daze. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Rong Xianyi.

"You're back? Today's division meeting went smoothly, right?"

After saying that, as if she suddenly remembered something, she stood up suddenly and walked to Lin Shuyang, "Shu Yang, I heard Goudan said that you participated in the gun round today. How about it? You weren't injured!"

"Mrs. Rong, everything is fine with me."

"That's good," Mrs. Rong breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and glared at Rong Xianyi, "That's true of you. The shooting scene is so dangerous, how could you let Shu Yang go? He is a doctor, not you. My subordinates, if something like this happens again next time, even if you go, you can’t let Shu Yang go, do you hear me?”

Rong Xianyi suddenly felt dumbfounded: "Am I your son, or is he your son? I thought you were waiting here because you were worried about me, but it seems I'm overthinking it."

As soon as these words came out, both Mrs. Rong and Du Qing were obviously stunned.

Normally, Rong Xianyi would not tell such jokes. Most of the time, he rarely even smiled.

He must be in a good mood today if he can say that. Mrs. Rong lowered her head and smiled, and when she raised her head again, she deliberately snorted, "What do you have to worry about? Who else can make you suffer?"

As she said that, Mrs. Rong's eyes fell on Lin Shuyang again. She patted Lin Shuyang's arm. The slightly thin feel under the fabric made her feel distressed: "I've only been out for a few days, how come I'm so thin? Last time. It’s not like this when making clothes…”

At this time, Lin Shuyang heard a "gurgling" sound from his stomach, which attracted Rong Xianyi and Uncle Du to look over at him.

Mrs. Rong immediately realized, "You...couldn't it be that you haven't had dinner by this time?"

Lin Shuyang nodded sheepishly, "Yeah."

Uncle Du immediately went to the kitchen and cooked a few simple dishes for them. When Mrs. Rong saw that they both came back safe and sound, she stopped trying. After saying a few words, she went back to her room to rest.

At the dinner table, Lin Shuyang took a few bites and couldn't help but ask: "You used Commander Peng's soldiers to do such an arrogant thing today. Aren't you afraid that they will unite to retaliate against you? Especially Qin Guangsheng."

Rong Xianyi swallowed the food in his mouth slowly and methodically, and then replied: "Most people are afraid of the strong approaching the weak, and others can't make waves. As for Qin Guangsheng, if he is willing to settle for the status quo, I'm afraid I will have to do something else." It takes a lot of effort," he said, his eyes softening slightly as he looked at Lin Shuyang, and his voice also slowed down a lot, "Don't worry, I was already prepared before doing this."

After hearing this, Lin Shuyang felt relieved. He concentrated on eating for the next time and did not take the initiative to speak again.

But Rong Xianyi was not so attentive in eating the rice. He lowered his eyes and ate the rice in the bowl one after another, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until after the meal that the two of them parted ways at the top of the stairs, Rong Xianyi took Lin Shuyang's hand and asked, "Do you... need any medicine for your injuries?"

伤？

Lin Shuyang subconsciously touched his right chest, which was hit by Deng Yingwu's bullet and was probably a little bruised.

"No need, it's just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on his fingers.

Rong Xianyi let go of his hand, turned around unnaturally, and made a motion to go up the stairs, "Well, let's go to bed early."

"Okay, you too." After Lin Shuyang said that, he turned and walked towards his room.

It wasn't until the figure closed the door that Rong Xianyi stepped up the steps. At the same time, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

After Lin Shuyang returned to his room, he took a hot shower. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that the injuries on his body looked a bit serious, so he opened his medicine box, found a bottle of plaster and sat on a stool to apply it.

Halfway through applying it, there was a sudden knock on the door.

He had no choice but to put down the ointment, button up his shirt, and walk over to open the door.

The door opened and the person standing outside was Rong Xianyi.

A slight surprise flashed in his eyes, "Young Master Rong?"

From the moment Lin Shuyang opened the door, Rong Xianyi's eyes fell on the bruised and purple complexion that was not completely covered by clothes.

"What's the matter with you?"

Rong Xianyi raised his eyes, saw the ointment placed on the table, and understood what Lin Shuyang was doing just now.

He squeezed directly into the crack in the door, picked up the ointment on the table, and said to Lin Shuyang seriously: "I'll help you apply the ointment."

Apply medicine?

Lin Shuyang didn't know what to say for a moment. Didn't they already discuss this issue at the stairs?

Before he could speak, Rong Xianyi pulled off his collar, and then a chill spread across his chest. With the friction of his warm fingertips, the chill soon disappeared without a trace.

"That's enough!" Lin Shuyang came to his senses quickly, immediately grabbed Rong Xianyi's wrist, moved his hand away, then quickly turned around and buttoned the remaining two buttons, his expression gradually returned to normal.

"I won't bother you with such a small matter. If there is nothing else, you should go back and rest quickly."

Rong Xianyi capped the ointment in his hand and put it back on the table.

He took off the black jade ring around his neck and hung it in front of Lin Shuyang, with a chill in his eyes, "I just discovered that there is another piece of yellow in it."

Lin Shuyang raised his head and looked at Rong Xianyi with a calm expression.

"So, you are 'returning' to your old self again, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you now, do you know all the things you have experienced before?"

"know."

Rong Xianyi seemed to be relieved and hung the Mo Yuhuan back up again, "That's good."

Lin Shuyang suddenly remembered what he had said the night he went to Jiangxi.

At that time, he said that he would only treat Rong Xianyi as a friend from now on and would never go beyond the rules.

This is a kind of coaxing.

Later, he failed to do so and even bit Rong Xianyi on the neck.

Now that they have all returned to Rong Mansion, Rong Xianyi must be worried that he will accidentally let Mrs. Rong see something.

Out of nowhere, he said, "Don't worry, this is the end of my liking for you. I won't let Mrs. Rong see it."

That's it?

Rong Xianyi's eyes froze, "If you like it...can you just say stop?"

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Rong Xianyi realized that what he said was a bit obscure.

It is naturally impossible to stop just by saying it, Lin Shuyang thought to himself.

But he replied: "Okay. Don't worry, I will leave here after I finish some things. Then you won't have to worry about this matter anymore."