Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Rongfu study room.

"Brother Yi, there is news from Suzhou that Qiu Si's body has been delivered to Yan Zhongqi's house."

Rong Xianyi flipped through the book in his hand, without raising his head, and just said "hmm" softly.

Upon seeing this, Chang Yu silently retreated and closed the door.

Mrs. Rong is playing with a ball of wool on the sofa on the first floor. She plans to knit two scarves before this winter, one for Rong Xianyi and one for Lin Shuyang.

Hearing the sound of Chang Yu coming down the stairs, she turned her head and glanced at Du Qing. Du Qing immediately understood and walked over from the kitchen carrying a food box and handed it to Mrs. Rong.

"Chang Yu." Mrs. Rong sat on the sofa, smiled and waved to Chang Yu, motioning for him to come over.

Chang Yu walked up to Mrs. Rong and shouted respectfully: "Madam, are you calling me for anything?"

Mrs. Rong put the food box into Chang Yu's hand and said, "This is the sophora flower cake that was just made in the kitchen today. I remember that this is your favorite."

Chang Yu took the food box and felt warm in her heart. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Rong still remembered this, "Madam, you are so kind to me."

"You have been with Ayi for so many years, and you are not bad to me," Mrs. Rong said with a smile, "I liked the peach cake you brought last time."

"Well, I'll bring you another next time."

"Okay, but you don't have to buy it deliberately. Just wait until you have free time to buy it. I'm not that greedy."

"I understand, ma'am."

After Chang Yu finished speaking, when he saw Lin Shuyang walking down from the second floor, his expression changed, and then he smiled without leaving any trace: "Madam, I have something to talk to him about, so I won't disturb you."

"Go on, go on!" Mrs. Rong waved her hand, sat back on the sofa and started playing with the ball of wool.

Lin Shuyang didn't eat much for dinner, so he was a little hungry now. He originally wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen, but Chang Yu stopped him halfway.

"I want to talk to you."

He glanced at Chang Yu and saw the food box in his hand, and immediately agreed, "Okay, let's go to the conference room to talk. You wait, I will bring a pot of tea."

Five minutes later, Lin Shuyang was eating sophora flower cake and drinking buckwheat tea. After waiting for a long time, he almost finished the sophora flower cake and did not hear Chang Yu speak.

He looked at the two pieces of Sophora japonica cake left in the food box, clapped his hands, and licked his lips with unfinished content, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

Chang Yu looked at the Sophora japonica cake in the food box with some distress, silently closed the lid, and then raised his eyes to look at Lin Shuyang: "Why didn't you tell Brother Yi that I went to Zhang Mansion?"

It had been three days since Rong Xianyi woke up and Lin Shuyang came back, but when he confessed to Rong Xianyi in the study today, Rong Xianyi obviously didn't know that he had ever entered Zhang's house.

Obviously, Lin Shuyang knew about it and deliberately warned him that night.

But Lin Shuyang did not tell Rong Xianyi about this, which made him confused.

"Oh, this is the matter!" Lin Shuyang thought of that night when his body was dominated by a personality that represented disillusionment, and he pinched Chang Yu's neck and said harsh words, and felt a little embarrassed. He subconsciously touched the tip of his nose and said, " Actually, I wasn’t sure at first, I was deceiving you that night.”

It turned out to be a scam.

Chang Yu's expression froze and he lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I wasn't in a good mood that night. Is your neck okay?"

Chang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Shuyang, feeling that the person standing in front of him at this moment was the Lin Shuyang he first knew.

"It's okay. If it were me that day, my mood wouldn't be much better."

"It's okay. That's why you came to me to talk about this?"

Chang Yu opened his mouth and finally asked what was in his heart, "Don't you hate me?"

Now Lin Shuyang didn't understand. Although Chang Yu did something wrong, in the final analysis, he didn't commit an unforgivable mistake. Using the word "hate" would be a bit of a fuss.

But after he thought about it, he probably understood Chang Yu's inner struggle, so he cleared his throat and said: "Chang Yu, you have already confessed to Rong Xianyi during the day, and he did not blame you. This shows that in his In my heart, you are still his good brother.

He once said something to me. He said, "Chang Yu has always been a self-denying person. He knows what he should do and which path he should take." Since he trusts you so much, so do I. I trust him. So I trust you. As for hating...that's because you think too much. "

Chang Yu felt a little moved by Lin Shuyang's words.

It turns out that he is such a person in Brother Yi's heart, and Lin Shuyang... Compared with Lin Shuyang's uprightness, he does have a villain mentality.

In the future, he thought he knew how he should go.

After thinking about it, Chang Yu's smile became much lighter: "Lin Shuyang, thank you for your trust, and... bless you."

......

After Chang Yu left, Lin Shuyang went back to the third floor and took a shower. After drying his hair, he sat on the sofa with a book in his hand.

I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at him.

Rong Xianyi wiped his wet hair and walked over to take a look. The book Lin Shuyang was holding was a psychological book. He had read it, and the whole book was full of obscure professional terms. He really couldn't imagine this book. There is something in the book that makes you laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lin Shuyang closed the book in his hand, looked at Rong Xianyi who was only wrapped in a bath towel, and swallowed.

He couldn't move his eyes away, staring closely at the pair of delicate collarbones and replied: "I was just wondering whether Kong Xuan had the guts to kiss Chen Ziqian."

"I heard that Kong Xuan came to see you this afternoon. What did you say to him?"

"That's not important." Lin Shuyang stood up from the sofa and gently poked Rong Xianyi's injured arm. "How is your recovery here?"

Then he poked the side of his waist and said, "And here."

Rong Xianyi caught the finger that was circling around his body, his eyes deepened a little, "You are a doctor, don't you know how I am recovering?"

When Rong Xianyi spoke, he deliberately sprayed his warm breath on Lin Shuyang's ear.

Within a moment, Lin Shuyang felt his ears burning.

He quickly backed away and walked to the window. As he walked, he said, "Although I am a doctor, I can't empathize with you. How do I know... to what extent you have recovered."

The evening breeze was slightly cool, and when he stood by the window, he felt that the heat on his body had subsided a little.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a warm body came up behind him, and a pair of strong and tight arms wrapped around his waist.

Rong Xianyi hugged him from behind, and his mellow voice slowly sounded in his ears: "I don't know how far I have recovered. How about giving it a try?"