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Tang Yanrui couldn't get in touch with the dead child no matter what.

He didn't reply to WeChat, his phone was turned off, and the text messages he sent fell into the sea. He was very helpless, so he had to say it at the end of WeChat.

The Living Bodhisattva of Dongtu Tang Dynasty: You can go to work first if you have something to do, and I will always wait for you in Jinmanju. [Smile]

Even though he knew that the other party would probably not come, Tang Yanrui sat alone in the reserved box and waited for a whole night. There was a table full of delicacies from mountains and seas that were hard to buy, but it was a pity that there were no people who were willing to taste them, but those who were there had no desire to taste them. .

The situation of losing contact with the dead child lasted for two full days, but then his mobile phone finally stopped prompting to shut down, but became unavailable.

Tang Yanrui's face darkened, he put away his cell phone, and borrowed the phone from Wang Xiang after a while.

The familiar beeping sound came from the phone, and the number of the dead child was indeed connected after changing the phone.

But he was not happy at all, because this proved that his phone number had been blocked by the dead child.

The reason for the blacklisting is self-evident. The dead child must have discovered his identity, and it was not too early or too late. He discovered it while he was waiting for the plane.

"Hello, who are you?"

The familiar voice suddenly came from the phone, Tang Yanrui was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to react.

"Hello?" The other party asked again, with a weak voice, which was very different from the previous healthy look.

Tang Yanrui heard something was wrong, and immediately forgot the resentment in his heart: "Xiaozhou, it's me, are you feeling unwell..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up almost immediately.

Tang Yanrui stared, and when he called again, he heard the notification that the phone was turned off. He took a deep breath, returned the phone to Wang Xiang, and went straight to his cloakroom.

Looking at his boss with a gloomy expression, Wang Xiang inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.The boss has been acting strangely since he came back from city B. He looks like he has been recognized by 800 million people all day long, and his sinister expression makes him dare not say anything he cares about. The way he was about to go out, he didn't even dare to stop him like before...

Tang Yanrui was really in a bad mood. He looked up at himself in the mirror who had already made up his disguise, and the corners of his mouth under the mask had a creepy curve.

"Damn child, you'd better pray that you don't get caught by me, otherwise..."

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In fact, Jin Zhou didn't do anything these two days because he had a fever. If Mao Qiran hadn't called suddenly during this period, he might have died on the bed without anyone noticing.

When Mao Qiran walked into the bedroom with the porridge, he saw him staring at the mobile phone with dull eyes. He sat motionless on the bed, and he didn't even realize that he had walked beside him.If it weren't for the porridge in both hands, Mao Qiran would like to see if he would react if he pulled the phone out of his hand.

He leaned over curiously, but found that the phone screen was completely black, and he didn't know what he was staring at.

"Are you stupid with a fever?" Mao Qiran asked very close.

Jin Zhou looked up at him with cold eyes, and said in a weak voice but still not changing his true nature: "You are stupid, your whole family is stupid!"

Huh - Mao Qiran took a deep breath, otherwise he might not be able to restrain the urge to put porridge directly on this guy's head.

He put the porridge in front of Jin Zhou, looked at him condescendingly and said, "You are not stupid, why do you refuse to go to the hospital when you have a fever? Do you know how many days you have had a fever? People are stupid in the first place, and if they continue to burn, their IQ may change." Negative number!"

"Okay, okay, okay! I see..." Jin Zhou glanced at the porridge in front of him, but felt that he had no appetite at all, so he looked up at Mao Qiran and said, "Go back first, please take care of me for the next two days gone."

"Hiss——" Mao Qiran's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stretched out his hand to his forehead, but just touched it, and withdrew his hand with an exaggerated expression, "Sure enough, the fever is not light, such kind words can also come from your mouth Did it come out of the movie? No, I still have to send you to the hospital..."

"Go away..." Jin Zhou covered his head with the quilt irritably, why every time he tried to be considerate of others, no one appreciated it?

He doesn't want to do anything now, he just wants to sleep, but once Mao Qiran opens his mouth, he can't stop, and he is surprised by everything. He just has a fever, and he doesn't have any terminal illness. It's really annoying!

Mao Qiran glared at him and said, "If I get out, can you do it yourself?"

"Why can't I be a big man?" Jin Zhou lifted the quilt dissatisfied.

Mao Qiran raised his eyebrows and asked back: "If you can do it, you can still burn to 39 degrees, don't you know?"

"..."

Jin Zhou knew that Mao Qiran was really worried about him, otherwise how could he spend two days here with him if he loved money like his life?

"Didn't you receive several calls just now? If you have something important to do, go to it. I just have a fever. I don't need someone to watch here all day long."

Mao Qiran shook his head ungratefully: "Others may not need me to watch around the clock, but you... tsk tsk."

"What about me!" Jin Zhou glared at him with eyes like you'd say it again, but Mao Qiran was not threatened at all.

"Don't you just go to the hospital earlier? Who are you tormenting?" His expression was rarely serious, and even Jin Zhou, who was always able to let himself go in front of him, felt a little pressure for no reason, "Tell me honestly, you Is it because of Ma Wenwen's emotional instability in the past two days?"

What does this matter to Ma Wenwen?Jin Zhou looked at him inexplicably.

But Mao Qiran said firmly: "Don't quibble, as long as you encounter Ma Wenwen's matter, you will be like this, you will not be able to deceive me!"

Jin Zhou lowered his head and thought about it carefully, as if the reason for his bad mood had something to do with Ma Wenwen.If it wasn't for the group photo Ma Wenwen sent, he wouldn't have discovered the little fanboy, oh no, the little traitor is Tang Yanrui's shocking secret, if he didn't discover this secret, he might...

So he nodded and admitted: "Well, there is a little relationship..."

"Grass!" Mao Qiran interrupted him immediately, "I said, why are you so poisoned? Isn't it just a woman? Do you really love her so much? You don't even want your own body Is it enough?"

Jin Zhou's eyes widened suddenly, when will he love her so much that he won't want her body anymore!

But when Mao Qiran couldn't understand his eyes, he still pointed at him sadly and said: "Jin Zhou, let me tell you, if you behave like this woman again in the future, I will never care about you again! This is the last order for you." Ultimatum, if your fever hasn't subsided when I come over at night, you will be tied up and taken to the hospital no matter what I say!"

"..." Jin Zhou still looked at him in bewilderment.

Mao Qiran looked very angry, but he didn't say anything in the end, he just said "finish the porridge" and slammed the door and left.

Jin Zhou glanced at the innocent door, has Maomao also entered menopause?Is this too early?

He thought for a while in a daze, then looked at the porridge on the bed, pulled the quilt decisively and lay down again.

Well, seeing porridge reminded him of the passing Jin Manju...

Hey, why is he so impulsive?He can eat Jin Manju and then blackmail the little traitor!

How stupid!

So he slowly fell into a deep sleep amidst the strong self-rejection. In a daze, he seemed to see a handsome and reckless figure in the sky, against the light, but this time he saw the other person's face clearly.

That person is Tang Yanrui.

He even had the face to call himself just now!

But he has the face to make a phone call and he doesn't have the face to answer it!

Sure enough, Tang Yanrui hates it the most!

most annoying!

Ding dong—ding dong—it seemed the doorbell rang.

Jin Zhou turned over in displeasure, trying to bury his head deeply in the pillow to block out the disturbing sound.

But the doorbell was still thinking, as if he would not give up until the door was opened.

Could it be that Mao Qiran, who killed a thousand swords, came back so soon?

But doesn't he have the key?

ding dong -- ding dong --

"Who is it!"

Jin Zhou sat up as soon as he sat up, the doorbell didn't stop, he stared blankly, and finally got out of bed to open the door by himself.

"Mao Qiran, stop it—" Jin Zhou snapped the lock open, but he only opened the door a crack, and when he saw the person standing outside the door, he was so startled that he reached out his hand and was about to close the door!

However, the people outside the door seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the door was blocked as soon as a door opened.

Jin Zhou originally wanted to close the door directly with brute force, but suddenly there was a muffled groan from outside the door, his heart skipped a beat, and then during this pause, the squatting guard took advantage of the loophole and pushed the door open.

Because Jin Zhou was still running a fever, when he was pushed away, Jin Zhou staggered and took a few steps back. The people outside the door quickly stepped in, and then gently closed the door when it was over.

"..."

Looking at the people in front of him, Jin Zhou felt that his already chaotic brain became even more chaotic...