Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

In the blink of an eye, it was a new week. As planned, after the meeting at Yin Liting's company, he drove out of the city for a while and then changed cars to go to Jiang Tuo's convalescent research and development center.

In the following week, except for Fang Yi, Yin Liting almost cut off all contact with the outside world. He even chose not to reply to letters from home if he could. He concentrated on cooperating with the examination and treatment. Besides reading, he mostly did exercise every day.

Unexpectedly, he had almost no special symptoms in the following days except for the occasional nightmare that woke him up, and no abnormalities were found in his body. In the end, he and Jiang Tuo just stared at each other in confusion.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jiang Tuo would have suspected that he was faking his illness.

After discussion, the two decided to end their recuperation early.

Just when Yin Liting had packed his luggage and was happily preparing to go home to reunite with his wife, that strange feeling suddenly came up. After controlling it for less than half an hour, he held his head and rang the emergency bell.

My head ached, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness again.

In a daze, he saw a group of people in white coats walking in, and then he fell into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the hospital bed. There was a glaring white above his head, the whole surrounding was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there was an IV drip hanging on his arm.

"Sir, are you awake? Don't worry, this is just glucose and some ovulation-promoting drugs. Dean Jiang asked me to take care of you. There's nothing wrong with your body."

The young nurse stood up and first opened the blackout curtain on one side a little:

"Do you want me to help you up?"

Rubbing his still dizzy temples, Yin Liting waved his hand to make sure he didn't forget what happened.

"No need."

Then he closed his eyes again, and his originally stiff body collapsed on the bed:

Leaving is indeed a delusion.

When the drip was almost finished, Jiang Tuo came in and sent the nurse away before handing over the report in his hand:

"Brother Ting, did you just touch or eat anything special? Your brain nerves were obviously fluctuating violently just now, and it is obvious that you have been greatly stimulated. But whether it is your brain or body, I have not found any lesions or abnormalities."

His situation is indeed very weird.

"No, I just packed my luggage and smoked a cigarette, which I also smoked a few days ago."

Yin Liting couldn't figure it out either. He thought that since there were no symptoms in the past few days, he must have recovered.

"I've watched the surveillance video, and I've tested the cigarettes. They're fine. So, did each of your previous attacks happen after you smoked or came into contact with cigarettes?"

After trying hard to recall, Yin Liting shook his head:

"No, I didn't smoke in the previous few times. Sometimes I smoked after an attack or when I was desperate. It shouldn't be related to cigarettes, right? I am not picky about cigarettes, and I don't smoke the same brand every time."

He had never been a heavy smoker, and it was because of this disease that he started smoking. Sometimes he would buy cigarettes on the street, and sometimes he would specifically buy cheap ones and different brands to try.

"I don't think so either. Let's try it for a few more days..."

In the following week, Yin Liting would randomly smoke one or several cigarettes every day, but the situation each time was hard to describe. Sometimes he was normal for several times in a row, and sometimes he would suddenly have an attack with no pattern to follow.

But after a few days, Jiang Tuo and several experts were able to confirm that his disease must exist, but the cause was unknown.

The last time, maybe because he was seriously ill or just annoyed by the hassle, Yin Liting lost control and beat Jiang Tuodu. After calming down, he looked at his hands in frustration and wanted to bang his head against the wall again.

"Brother Ting, I'm sorry."

Jiang Tuo felt more frustrated than ever before, he couldn't find the cause of the disease, he couldn't help him, and for the first time he felt useless.

Holding his shoulders, Yin Liting pressed hard:

"I am the one who should say this."

"Brother Ting?"

Raising his hand, Yin Liting stopped him from continuing:

"Give me some medication to relieve my control! I have a lot of things to do before I can get my mind back."

"Brother Ting?"

This time, Jiang Tuo's eyes were red and his voice was choked. He raised his hand, and he was more and more annoyed and wanted to kill himself. However, before he could grab his head, Yin Liting held his hand down:

"Go ahead, we've been gone long enough, it's time to go back."

As for the rest, let’s take it one step at a time!

After all, people can't fight against fate.

……

In the securities office, after finishing a day's work, the first thing Yu Qingluo did was to look through his phone again and again.

No news yet?

It has been two weeks and there is no news at all. A few days ago, she tentatively asked Yin's mother, only to hear Fang Yi say that it was a confidential case, everything was going well, and he should be back soon.

Although she knew she shouldn't disturb him, somehow, Yu Qingluo suddenly missed him very much.

After flipping through the messages several times, she finally couldn't help but send him a message. She didn't dare to say sweet words like "I miss him", but just asked if he was okay and when he would be back.

After waiting for a long time without any response, she packed up and prepared to go home.

Yu Qingluo was too lazy to cook, so she ate a bowl of noodles outside. Then she bought some canned cat food for Yuanbao before carrying the bags home.

When she entered the house and let the cat out, she started petting, feeding and complaining:

"He doesn't say a word when you ask him. He doesn't even miss you. Isn't that hateful?"

"Baoer, we can't do this anymore!"

"I'm talking to you, but you only know how to eat~"

Poking the cat's head, Yu Qingluo sighed again:

"Hey, he's annoying when he's around. I get angry when he contacts me, and I get angry when he doesn't. He just makes me angry. But sometimes, after a while, I really miss him."

"He still feels different."

"This house must be too big. I'm sentimental. Actually, I've always been alone before."

When I was in love with Pei Junchi, we often didn't talk on the phone for half a month or a month. I didn't know how I got through that time.

"Sure enough, it's easy to be hypocritical when you have someone to rely on."

Before Yuanbao came along, she didn't feel lonely. Even when she was in a relationship, she could still act calmly and handle it calmly. But why did she feel so uncomfortable when she was with him? Her temper was often like she had swallowed dynamite and she couldn't stand the slightest stimulation.

Considering his status and conditions, he was quite tolerant towards her.

Maybe this is what love is! No matter how sweet or bitter it is, it is a blessing. Even if the sky falls and the earth breaks, it seems that there is still a string pulling us together, and we can't leave each other.

At this time, in the office of the president of Sizong International, Yin Liting also sat with his mobile phone in his hand from dawn to dusk.

Yu Qingluo was distracted for a moment, and laughed at himself, and stroked the cat twice:

"Thank goodness for you, my baby. I wish you were really our baby."

Just as she was about to get up, her cell phone suddenly rang.