Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

After listening to what Chen Ziqian said, Kong Xuan subconsciously reached out to lock the door bolt, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to open the door. He could only quietly listen to the sound of the wheelchair turning slightly outside the door until it disappeared.

That night, Kong Xuan couldn't sleep.

I fell asleep just after four o'clock in the middle of the night. The scenes in my dream were also messy and imaginary, and I couldn't piece together a complete story.

The last dream was that he was standing at the door of Fuyun Temple. As soon as he turned his head, he was pulled into Chen Ziqian's arms, and then the plump and warm lips fell on his face and the corners of his mouth.

However, he felt something wet licking his face, and it was a little rough...

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the little tabby cat sticking out its tongue and licking his face.

He sat up suddenly, remembering the scene in his dream, and his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

The clock on the wall already pointed to eight-twenty, and the sun had already shined through the window lattice.

He sat blankly for a while, then suddenly rolled over from the bed, without even bothering to put on his shoes, and rushed directly to the table.

He picked up the pen and wrote the word "good" on the paper with a firm gaze.

Then, he started dressing, washing, and feeding the little cat.

After doing all this, he folded the note with the word "good" written on it and held it in his palm, and walked towards Jinyuan step by step.

Probably because of the wind yesterday, before Kong Xuan could reach the door, he heard Chen Ziqian coughing.

He paused, feeling a little guilty.

If he could have opened the door last night and let Mr. Chen come in to talk, this would not be the case.

He spread out his palms, looked at the slightly curled paper, and made up his mind to go in.

However, as soon as he raised his feet, he heard Wen Hanshan's voice, "Do you have time these days? I have already agreed with grandpa that I will take you to see him another day and discuss our marriage."

Kong Xuan paused.

marriage......

What means?

Chen Ziqian took a sip of water and moistened his throat before saying: "The Chamber of Commerce is very busy these days. If Mr. Wen doesn't mind, I will visit again in three days. As for the wedding, it will be at the time we agreed last time. What else is there? Is it negotiable?”

After hearing that three days later, Wen Hanshan paused, and then sighed slightly: "One month is a long time, I want to move forward in time, grandpa..."

"Then what time does Miss Wen want to advance?"

"Half a month, we will hold the wedding in half a month."

Chen Ziqian thought for a while and nodded slightly: "I have no problem."

Outside the room, Kong Xuan blinked his sour eyes, and only then did he react belatedly.

It turns out that Mr. Chen and Miss Wen... are getting married!

The moment this realization emerged, his whole body seemed to have lost strength, and his head drooped.

He turned around and moved out step by step in the direction he came from.

Even the little cat passed in front of him without any reaction.

He couldn't understand why Mr. Chen and Miss Wen had already agreed on the time to get married, so why did they still tell him that they wanted to be lovers?

He also said that he liked him...

Are you lying to him or joking with him?

Also, Mr. Chen has long said that he will marry a well-behaved and obedient woman to continue the Chen family's bloodline, and he...

He is a man, and it is impossible for Mr. Chen to like him...

After all, he could never continue the bloodline of the Chen family.

His heart seemed to be beating extremely slowly, one by one, so slowly that he almost couldn't feel the beating of his heart.

He didn't know how he got back to the room. The moment he closed the door, he noticed that his face was wet.

He didn't want to cry, but his chest hurt, as if someone was holding him tightly. He couldn't control his tears.

I really want to go back to Fuyun Temple.

He glanced blankly at the room, then packed his bags in a few moments.

Yes, this is Mr. Chen's home. What is he doing here?

This place has never been his home!

Chen Ziqian chatted with Wen Hanshan for a few words, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, "Let's put it this way, at noon in three days, I will go to the Wen family's old house to visit Mr. Wen with gifts."

Wen Hanshan smiled and said, "Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate!"

"Meow~" A cat meowed from the door. Wen Hanshan walked over and picked up the little cat. "Kong Xuan brought this little cat back from my sister. It looks very familiar."

Chen Ziqian frowned, why did this cat come over again?

Suddenly, he saw a piece of paper folded into a square piece of paper in his sight. His heart moved and he quickly turned his wheelchair to pick it up.

"What is this?" Wen Hanshan asked while stroking the little cat.

Chen Ziqian opened the note eagerly. When he saw the word "good" written heavily on the note, the light in his eyes almost overflowed.

"That's a 'good' word," he said softly.

Wen Hanshan raised her eyebrows. This answer...does she think she is illiterate?

Just as she was about to speak, the housekeeper suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"Master, there are a lot of people from the police station outside. You'd better go out and take a look!"

"People from the police station?"

Wen Hanshan seemed to have thought of something, her face changed, and she said to Chen Ziqian: "You don't need to pay attention to the people outside, I will go and make it clear to them."

After saying that, she gently put down the little cat and walked outside quickly.

The housekeeper was a little confused, "This... Young Master, do we still want to go out?"

Chen Ziqian held the note in his hand and thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is this the new police chief, Luo Chengpei, the young master of the Luo family?"

The butler nodded, "Yes, it's him."

Chen Ziqian understood. It seemed that the troubled person in Miss Wen's mouth was troubled again.

"Then don't worry about it, Miss Wen can handle it. By the way, did Kong Xuan go out for breakfast this morning?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Little Master Kong Xuan got up late this morning, so I didn't let anyone disturb him, but not long ago, I saw him leaving the house carrying a baggage."

"Leaving the house? Where did he go?" Chen Ziqian's expression changed.

"I don't know, he didn't seem to look good. I called him twice, but he ignored me."

Chen Ziqian looked down at the handwriting on the note, feeling a little unsure for a moment. Did he regret the answer he just gave back to him, so he ran away?

"I know, you go down first."

"Yes, Master."

The little cat ran to his leg and rubbed it affectionately, looking up at him with wet eyes.

He suddenly reacted.

Kong Xuan must have been here before, so he left the note here!

Kong Xuan came here to send a note, but just now, he was discussing marriage with Wen Hanshan...

Was it heard?

That's why Kong Xuan left with his baggage on his back.

Not even the little cat!

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