want to lie to me to love you again

"I feel better now, so I won't waste your time, if you have something to do..."

"What's better? You've just woken up and your fever hasn't subsided. If I walk away on your front foot, you'll faint again on your back foot. What should you do?"

"..." Song Zhicheng frowned, barely supported his tired body out of Fang Zhiyi's embrace, and sat by the head of the bed by himself.But because his body was too weak, he couldn't sit still at all, and he was about to fall sideways.

Seeing the situation, Fang Zhi hurriedly stretched out his arms to grab the person over, and hugged him again, "What are you doing? What's the matter?"

"..." Song Zhicheng pressed his lips tightly into a straight line, he didn't even want to say anything, he didn't like others to keep reminding him of his poor health in front of him, it would make him feel like a waste.He remembered that his father and mother often quarreled over this matter before, and his father felt that his inexplicable illness was a monster, a sign of cowardice and escapism from reality, and he thought his Song Shi son should not be like this.

But the reality is that he suffered from this disease in a long-term depressive environment, which is called another terminal illness, and his condition became more serious when he witnessed his father pushing his mother down the stairs. It even got to the point of taking medication every night to control it.

After being tortured like this last night, he was exhausted physically and mentally when he came back, and fell asleep without taking any medicine.I don't know if I will...

Song Zhicheng thought to himself, let Fang Zhiyi go back with an excuse, otherwise he will see him sick...

But Fang Zhiyi was not so easy to dismiss, he not only continued to hug Song Zhicheng to keep him from moving, but also said to himself, "I will ask the doctor to come to your house to take a look at you later, and then give you a fever Needle. Look at you now, you are almost turning into a furnace, and it is not cold at all when you hold it."

"..."

"By the way, there is something I want to tell you. Our firm has bought a batch of apartments. We want to reward outstanding lawyers. We can choose them ourselves. I inquired about it today and found out that it happens to be your community. Sincerely, I think If you choose this building of yours, we can take care of each other. Otherwise, in case of a situation like today...you live alone again, I am really worried."

"I'm a big man, why worry? What happened today was an accident."

Fang Zhiyi curled his lips, obviously disliked him, "Accidents, how many times have you been surprised?"

Song Zhicheng also found it strange to hear Fang Zhiyi's muttering.Although he was not in good health when he was abroad, he had never fainted like this during this period of time, and even he himself would despise himself to death.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Didn't I say that? I want you to be my boyfriend."

"..." Song Zhicheng choked again. To this day, he still doesn't know whether Fang Zhiyi's words are true or false.But it was precisely because of this that he felt sorry for him.

After all, if it wasn't for his father, Fang Zhiyi would have had a happy childhood, and he didn't have to work hard in this society to develop the ability to "talk to people when he sees people, and to talk to ghosts". It was the innocent Xiaoying from before.

Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng's guilt towards him instantly occupied his heart. He even felt that if Xiao Ying insisted on being with him, it would be fine. From now on, he will continue to protect this younger brother.As for the anger on his father's side, he alone has to bear it.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask." There was a smile in Fang Zhiyi's voice, and he seemed to have a very good attitude. He seemed to know what Song Zhicheng would say next, with an attitude of listening attentively, and even hugged her hands unconsciously. Tighten up.

"Why are you so attached to me?" Is it because you want to benefit from me?Just because I'm Song Shi's son?But do you know, Xiaoying, he is the chief culprit who killed your father.

Fang Zhiyi didn't answer directly, but instead asked an irrelevant question, "Director Song, do you believe in dreams?"

"..."

"I believe it. The first time I saw you, I thought you were very familiar, as if I had seen you countless times in a dream."

"Are you flirting again?"

"No, what I said is true. I really think you are very familiar. So Director Song, we must be lovers in the previous life, and we came here specially to get married in this life. Otherwise, how can we explain wearing exactly the same bracelet, and one day and so on? How about something like two or three times?"

"Isn't this..."

"Director Song, you don't think I'm touching you, do you? I know I'm not so powerful yet, so I know where you are."

"..."

"Hey, I said you wouldn't really doubt me, would you? Yes, I have to admit that I really wanted to climb up on you with impure motives at first, but the longer we get along later, the more I think you, Director Song, are attractive and attractive."

"You used the wrong word."

"Yes, yes, I used the wrong words. Are you tired? Do you want to lie down and sleep for a while? The doctor will come later, and I won't call you anymore." Fang Zhiyi saw that Song Zhicheng was obviously exhausted, so he Considerately want to help him back to bed and lie down.

Unexpectedly, the moment he moved, Song Zhicheng grabbed his wrist.Song Zhicheng was obviously in a very bad state, he was almost burnt out, his eyes were foggy, but his strength was unexpectedly great.

Fang Zhiyi was in pain, and subconsciously called out, "What's wrong?"

"You... go out for a while..." Song Zhicheng yelled at the other party with the last of his strength.

"Why?" Fang Zhiyi didn't understand.

"Let's go!" Song Zhicheng didn't know where he got the blood, but his strength became very strong, and he pushed Fang Zhiyi off the bed, and lay down on the bed himself.

The sharp-eyed Fang Zhiyi saw that one of his hands was shaking and couldn't stop, as if he had epilepsy.Song Zhicheng had to press his other hand hard on his wrist, but the effect was minimal, as if at this second, Song Zhicheng's hand was suddenly manipulated.

"What's the matter with you...Zhicheng? What can I do for you?"

"Just go... just... please..."

"But you..." Can you do it yourself?Before Fang Zhiyi could ask this sentence, he was stabbed by Song Zhicheng's eyes, and he suddenly felt short of breath in his chest.

"Let me... help you," he heard himself ask.

"Let's go Zhiyi, give me some dignity."

"..." Although Song Zhicheng didn't say this, Fang Zhiyi understood the shape of his mouth.His body trembled violently, very unbelievable, what on earth made Song Zhicheng, who had always been calm, lose his composure so much?