Inhibitors do too!

This process lasted for a long time, and Meng Yu seemed to have fallen into a coma in his arms, dripping cold sweat all the time, and trembling uncontrollably.

Zheng Qihua laid down next to his ear to comfort him over and over again, telling him that nothing happened and he was by his side.

Zheng Qihua had never been so nervous before, when he hugged the cold boy, his heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, wishing to share all the pain on the boy for him.

Talking and comforting like this all the time, Meng Yu's trembling seemed to have slowed down, and after a while, his breathing became steady. Zheng Qihua moved his sore arms, looked down at the boy in his arms, and closed his eyes. , hair wet with sweat, sticking wetly to his forehead, as if he had fallen asleep.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Qihua breathed a sigh of relief, then, as if he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, he gently moved his numb legs, and encircling the person again was already a gesture of a protector.

The 20-year-old guy is also quite heavy. For as long as Meng Yu has been trembling, Zheng Qihua has held him motionless for a long time. Seeing that he fell asleep peacefully, Zheng Qihua moved himself as much as possible without waking him up. Numb legs and sore arms and buttocks.

Zheng Qihua never dared to turn off the flashlight, he patted the person in his arms lightly, and did not stop until the lights of the whole building were turned on again.

When Meng Yu woke up, he was blinded by the light. In the narrow eye slits, the black shirt was the first to bear the brunt. After that, all the senses on his body were revived, and the palpitating smell of pheromones lingered on the tip of his nose. It was not difficult. He found that he was lying in someone's arms, and the person holding him was Zheng Qihua.

Almost as soon as this idea came out, Meng Yu, like a frightened kitten, frowned and pushed Zheng Qihua away.

The attack just now took too much effort, he put his hand on Zheng Qihua's shoulder and pushed it, his fingers were sore and weak, and he could still feel the pain from his fingertips, and he lost his mind immediately. strength.

Zheng Qihua only felt the person in his arms move, and then he pushed his hand on his arm, but the position of Meng Yu's hand was not very good.

Although Meng Yu controlled the direction and didn't let his hands run to other strange places, his fingers were pressed on his arms, but the palm was placed on the edge of Zheng Qihua's left chest. With such a light push, it felt like a feather swept over his heart, like a feather. Throwing a stone into the water unexpectedly caused ripples in his heart lake, making Zheng Qihua's heart beat wildly.

Before he had time to sort out the thoughts in his mind, Zheng Qihua felt the struggle of the person in his arms, and seemed to be planning to get up, "Wait, wait a minute."

Meng Yu did not move when she heard the words.

Zheng Qihua moved his body slowly, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be slightly uncomfortable. Because he was too close, Meng Yu also heard a "click" or two, which was caused by the bones that had not moved for a long time. will make a sound.

Meng Yu bowed his head, feeling a little guilty in his heart, thinking that Zheng Qihua might have hugged him for a long time, and a little happiness filled his heart.

"Can you stand up?" Zheng Qihua stretched out a hand.

Zheng Qihua's voice was full of concern, and there was an extra hand in front of his eyes. Meng Yu moved his fingers but hesitated.

Now the embarrassing atmosphere between the two of them is completely gone. He had been avoiding Zheng Qihua and avoiding contact with him before. The same is true for Zheng Qihua. To be honest, he is a little timid now.

Zheng Qihua didn't think so. Seeing Meng Yu's indifference, he pulled himself out of the inexplicable emotions just now, and thought of the person in front of him these few days, avoiding himself everywhere, and especially avoiding contact with him. Immediately very angry.

How distressed he was just now, how much he wanted to transfer his pain to himself, how angry Zheng Qihua is now, how much he wants to tear him into pieces.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand angrily, when he saved a heartless person and was about to turn his head to leave, his palm suddenly felt cold, and a few pale white fingers touched it, trembling slightly.

Those hands revealed his master's timidity and panic, Zheng Qihua felt a pain in his heart, and his anger dissipated immediately, he slid his hand down Meng Yu's soft fingers, firmly grasped his whole hand, and pulled him up.

Meng Yu looked at the hands in his sight. He had just woken up from a childhood nightmare and couldn't help but want to rely on others. He put his hand on that hand, which was as wide and dry as he expected. ,warmth.

The moment he touched it, the panic and fear in his heart dissipated immediately.

The onset of claustrophobia is fast, and once the patient arrives in a bright, ventilated environment that is no longer closed, the patient recovers quickly.

Zheng Qihua pulled him up, "How do you feel?"

"Well...it's okay." Meng Yu's voice was hoarse.

When Meng Yu was lying in his arms, Zheng Qihua didn't pay attention to it. Looking at the person standing up like this, under the bright light, he could clearly see the claw marks on Meng Yu's fair neck, and some even had blood left.

The moment Zheng Qihua stared at Meng Yu's neck, he frowned, Meng Yu seemed to feel his gaze, and shrank his neck.

When he woke up, he felt it, not only a few fingers had a headache, but even his neck was burning.

"Can you walk? Go to my office first." Zheng Qihua's voice sank unconsciously.

Meng Yu nodded.

The employees of the company seemed to have forgotten about the two of them. There was no one on the entire 11th floor. Meng Yu checked the time on the mobile phone transferred from Zheng Qihua's mobile phone. It was already early in the morning.

Zheng Qihua took two steps and felt that Meng Yu was always worried behind him, so he held his wrist and planned to lead him away.

Meng Yu looked over strangely.

Zheng Qihua simply said, "It's too slow."

Meng Yu was led by Zheng Qihua, sat on the sofa in the office and was ordered not to move, then President Zheng turned to get the medicine box.

Meng Yu touched his neck while Zheng Qihua went to get the medicine box, and let out a "hiss" in pain, did he arrest himself?

When he got sick, it was as if he was about to die. It was not surprising that he did this. Maybe he did it because he couldn't breathe in the air. It's just that Zheng Qihua saw him like this.

It's just... so ugly.

It didn't take long for Zheng Qihua to come over with the medicine box. Sitting opposite Meng Yu, he first looked at the scratches on his neck, and then at the injuries on his fingers.

The fingers didn't bleed, but two fingernails bumped into something, and the underside of the nails turned purple.

After inspecting all the injuries, Zheng Qihua took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, approached Meng Yu with alcohol, and still couldn't help asking, "Why are you scratching your neck?"

Meng Yu also showed a little bewildered expression, "Maybe...it's because I can't breathe, I'm a little anxious."

Zheng Qihua stiffened his hands and murmured, "I can't breathe..."

"Ah."

"It was... the same before?"

Meng Yu shook his head, "I haven't, I'm very careful that I don't usually get sick."

As soon as Zheng Qihua touched Meng Yu's neck with the medical cotton, he flinched. He couldn't help coaxing, "Hold on."

Meng Yu nodded, gritted his teeth secretly.

"This has never happened before, so is the condition serious?"

"... I don't know, it may be too long."

"Have you contacted the person who brought the cat here?"

"No."

"He's a psychiatrist."

"I'm already in therapy."

Both of them were silent for a while, Meng Yu suddenly said, "Thank you, if you don't come, I'm afraid I will..."

Zheng Qihua's heart skipped a beat, and he interrupted him anxiously, "Don't say anything,"

"Don't say that word!"

Meng Yu was taken aback, then whispered, "Thank you."

After a day's work, Meng Yu fell ill again, and Zheng Qihua was quite frightened. Both of them were very tired sitting on the sofa, and it was already 12:30 in the middle of the night.

Meng Yu stood up, "I should go back, thank you Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Qihua thanked him several times, and Meng Yu returned to the way he was alienated from him before. Being so polite not only made him a little annoyed.

Zheng Qihua got up, and the words he said were beyond reproach, "Two choices, 1. Go home with me, and live in the same room you lived in before. The inside is still the same as when you left. 2. I will drive you back."

Meng Yu hesitated, "This is too troublesome, Mr. Zheng, I have already troubled you just now, I can call a car when I go out."

Meng Yu said that he would never go home with him, "I'll take you back."

Meng Yu sighed, but followed Zheng Qihua into the elevator.

At the beginning, I was a little afraid of taking the elevator, but after sitting every day, I got used to it and gradually got over it.

Meng Yu returned to the rented house, opened the door lightly, turned on the mysterious light, and heard his roommate scolding him for disturbing people's dreams.

He went back to the room and turned on the flashlight, turned off the light, went back to the room to wash up briefly, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The body seemed to be leaning on a warm chest, it was warm, which made Meng Yu feel at ease.

Zheng Qihua watched people go up, and then saw a dark room become bright, so he was sure that it was the room where Meng Yu lived.

The whole building is pitch black, only there is light.

Meng Yu didn't turn off the lights while sleeping.

Zheng Qihua leaned on the car and looked at it for a while, then got back into the car and drove towards the villa.

His body was very tired, but he was tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. He was thinking about how he felt about Meng Yu.

Zheng Qihua has lived for 25 years and is still a single dog. He has no experience of falling in love. He is so high that he has never even given a liking. His abnormal emotions for Meng Yu now make him confused.

When Assistant Meng went back just now, he seemed to have forgotten to give him a vacation. Do you want to send a WeChat message now?

Zheng Qihua frowned. He is the boss. Meng Yu's illness was ultimately his own fault. How could he take the initiative to ask employees to ask for leave?

Even though he thought so, he still picked up his phone and found the chat page with Meng Yu.

As long as Zheng Qihua wants to do it, he will definitely do it according to his own ideas.

I don't know if Meng Yu is asleep now, Zheng Qihua edited a text message, hesitated for a long time before sending it out, waited for a long time for a reply, and found that no one replied, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, childishly threw the phone at his feet, He hugged the quilt and closed his eyes.