Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

"Who is it?" Kong Xuan squinted and opened the door, but saw nothing.

"Did I hear wrongly?" He muttered and was about to close the door.

Chen Ziqian had no choice but to say, "You heard right, it's me."

Hearing the sound, Kong Xuan looked down and saw the man in the wheelchair, "Ah, Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

Chen Ziqian turned the wheelchair and said with suppressed anger in his voice: "Follow me and go to my room."

But Kong Xuan didn't hear the anger in his voice at all, and just asked blankly: "Go to your room, what are you doing?"

"You will know when you go."

Kong Xuan shook his groggy head and followed the wheelchair towards Jinyuan.

When the door opened, Chen Ziqian led him to the bed and pointed to the side of the pillow. Before he could speak, Kong Xuan fell down on the quilt.

"I'm so sleepy. I haven't had a good sleep for several days. Mr. Chen, let's talk about anything tomorrow... I'll... sleep first..."

"Take your cat away!" This sentence stuck in Chen Ziqian's throat for a long time, but he could not say it out.

One person and one cat occupied the entire bed, but the owner could only sit in a wheelchair and stare.

Where can he go to reason with me!

At eight o'clock in the morning, Kong Xuan was awakened by the thunder outside. He slowly opened his eyes and saw heavy rain falling outside the window.

Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep for a while longer.

wrong!

He jumped up from the bed suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and then confirmed that he was not in his own room, but in Chen Ziqian's room.

He turned his eyes and saw Chen Ziqian huddled on the sofa, with only a thin blanket covering him.

He patted his head and then remembered what happened last night.

He actually fell asleep on Mr. Chen's bed...

"Meow~"

A cat meowed away his embarrassment.

His eyes widened, he rushed over and picked up the little cat from the pillow, and then tiptoed outside.

Just when he was about to open the door, Chen Ziqian's voice came from the sofa, "Pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty."

"Oh, I'll be there soon." He quickly opened the door, put the little cat outside, and then closed the door again, all in one movement.

When he handed the water glass to Chen Ziqian, he realized that Chen Ziqian's fingers were cold and unusual.

"Mr. Chen, are you sick?" As he said that, he stretched out his forehead and raised his hand to lift up Chen Ziqian's bangs and put them on his forehead.

Their foreheads were touching, and the temperature on Chen Ziqian's forehead was obviously higher.

"What are you doing?"

"You have a fever. I'll tell the housekeeper and ask him to find a doctor for you." Kong Xuan ran out quickly, and after he finished talking to the housekeeper, he remembered it later.

If he and the little cat hadn't occupied the bed last night, Mr. Chen wouldn't have gotten sick!

"It's my fault, otherwise Mr. Chen wouldn't have a fever."

Fortunately, when the housekeeper called the doctor, Chen Ziqian's fever had basically subsided. The doctor prescribed some warming medicine and gave a few instructions before leaving with the housekeeper.

"Mr. Chen, it's all my fault that you caught a cold last night." Kong Xuan said, lowering his head guiltily.

Chen Ziqian sat on the bedside, looking at Kong Xuan's appearance, his eyes flashed, and he said gently: "Come here."

Kong Xuan walked to the bed, Chen Ziqian patted the edge of the bed again, and Kong Xuan sat down obediently.

The next moment, Chen Ziqian clasped Kong Xuan's shoulders and pulled Kong Xuan in front of his face, his eyes facing each other, so close.

"You, what do you want to do?" Kong Xuan looked at Chen Ziqian's beautiful eyes and forgot to breathe for a moment.

Chen Ziqian chuckled: "You made me sick, aren't you going to make it up to me?"

"How to make up..." Before Kong Xuan could say the next words, his lips were blocked by a slightly warm lip.

He opened his eyes wide, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably again.

Chen Ziqian explained it in simple terms and tasted it carefully from inside to outside. Until the end of the kiss, he was still a little unfinished.

He stared into Kong Xuan's panicked eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Just make up for it like this, I'm very happy."

Kong Xuan came to his senses and stood up quickly. He opened his legs and wanted to run, but his wrist was held tightly by Chen Ziqian.

"Want to run away again?"

Kong Xuan's face turned red anxiously, and his words were not very clear: "Mr. Chen Chen Chen Chen, this is not right for you."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Ms. Wen said that only couples and lovers can kiss and kiss on the mouth. You, me, us... are not..."

Chen Ziqian smiled, "Then do you hate me kissing you?"

"I..." Kong Xuan stopped talking because he didn't know how to answer.

"Kong Xuan, think about it carefully, when I kissed you, were you angry or happy?"

Chen Ziqian waited for a while, but Kong Xuan still didn't speak. He asked again: "Kong Xuan, if I say that I want to be your lover, what do you think?"

Kong Xuan was completely stunned now. He seemed a little unable to turn around, and for a moment he didn't understand the true meaning of Chen Ziqian's words.

Chen Ziqian raised his head, waiting for Kong Xuan's reaction.

But after Kong Xuanzhen came to his senses, he shook his head violently, "No, no, no, no, you must be confused by the fever. How can a man and a man..." He couldn't hold back the next few words for a long time. Say it.

It feels hot to the mouth.

Chen Ziqian's eyes suddenly darkened. In his opinion, what he just said was a confession, but Kong Xuan's intention was to reject him!

Kong Xuan suddenly pulled his hand out and ran away.

In the room, Chen Ziqian lowered his head, his face dark and unclear.

Emotions surged in his heart, and many thoughts emerged one after another.

Kong Xuan always said that he was a good person.

But he knew in his heart that he had never been a good person. His heart had become dark and twisted during those seven years of forbearance.

That’s why I like everything under the sun.

Especially those that are simple, clear and bright, like Kong Xuan.

The sight of Kong Xuan running away just now gave him the urge to lock him up.

In this way, he will never be able to run away again!

……

Chang Yu left Rong Mansion when he woke up in the morning, and hurried in again at around three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhou Kang was with him.

Zhou Kang returned to Shanghai two days ago. The day after he returned to Shanghai, he quietly lurked in Suzhou and was responsible for monitoring Yan Zhongqi's movements and ensuring that the letter could be safely delivered to Yan Zhongqi.

But now, both he and Chang Yu had serious expressions, and they were walking in a hurry, not caring to clean the rainwater on their shoes. The ground was full of water stains wherever they passed.

From the moment they appeared at Rong Gate, Rong Xianyi saw the two of them from the third-floor window. By the time they stepped on the stairs, Rong Xianyi and Lin Shuyang had already arrived at the door of the study, waiting on the left and right. Two people.

There was a thunder in the sky, and the gloomy sky made the atmosphere in the entire study particularly solemn.