The scumbag of a wealthy family

During the night's treatment, Wei Huan didn't experience too much mood swings, which made Shen Lingzhe very relieved, and finally saw something to look forward to.

The doctor explained: "The dose he was injected was enough to kill him. It is a blessing among misfortunes that he survived. The medicine affected his body functions. The next step is to recuperate slowly. There is no rush."

Shen Lingzhe nodded with a serious expression.

Wei Huan pulled his pale lips and smiled and said, "Doctor Ji, don't scare him."

"Azhe, I feel good now."

Shen Lingzhe gave him a slightly worried look, and sent the doctor away.

【He is getting impatient with you, knowing that your health will not get better, he will kick you away sooner or later, and you will die alone in a mental hospital. 】

Wei Huan can still see the illusion, he has Shen Lingzhe's face, sitting at the end of the bed with a gloomy face and frivolous demeanor, Wei Huan turned over, huddled under the quilt and ignored him.

A bony palm touched his shoulder. Wei Huan was frightened and his body shook violently. He turned his head and saw that it was Ah Zhe who was holding the medicine bowl, and said softly, "Get up and drink medicine, what do you want for dinner? ?”

Wei Huan's restless heart gradually calmed down, but he had no appetite, but if he said he didn't want to eat, Shen Lingzhe's face would turn cold again, "Hot pot, the weather is snowing outside and it's suitable to eat hot pot."

"Okay, drink the medicine." Shen Lingzhe sat beside him, blowing the heat carefully, and started feeding him.

Wei Huan pursed his lips and stared straight at the medicine bowl. Black cockroaches with a length of five or six centimeters kept crawling out. The spoon was fed to his mouth. Wei Huan saw a group of wriggling live maggots. Suppressing nausea and swallowing, he turned his head and saw the man sitting at the end of the bed.

Wei Huan closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth to swallow the bitter soup.

Shen Lingzhe looked at him suspiciously, thinking, is it really so bad?

Finally, Wei Huan drank until he reached the bottom of the bowl, and propped himself up and hugged Shen Lingzhe's shoulder to kiss. With a bitter taste, Wei Huan pried open his teeth, hooked Shen Lingzhe's tongue, and sucked every inch of sweetness between his lips and teeth.

Wei Huan's forehead was pressed against him, and the tips of their noses were pressed against the tip of their noses. Wei Huan asked in a low voice, "Is it really bitter?"

Shen Lingzhe was so breathless by his kiss, Wei Huan put his arms around his shoulders and looked away, the illusion of sitting at the end of the bed was gone.

Wei Huan was surprised. Looking at the medicine bowl again, it was already normal. He heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's go eat."

The two were sitting in the dining room, there was heavy snow falling outside the window, and the boiling hot pot was steaming. Wei Huan secretly picked up the meatballs in the butter pot, and when Shen Lingzhe saw him, he picked up his chopsticks and hit his hand.

"Ah, it hurts!" He screamed dissatisfied.

Shen Lingzhe glared at him, Wei Huan retreated to the seat, he raised his head again, and saw the hallucination sitting opposite him, stretching out his hand to spread the hot pot, Wei Huan instinctively worried, fearing that the real Shen Lingzhe would be hurt.

【Aren't you going to talk to me? 】

Wei Huan was chewing the tasteless vegetables, Shen Lingzhe grabbed his palm, Wei Huan raised his head, stared into Shen Lingzhe's eyes and said, "If I really can't get well, what are your plans?"

[Tsk tsk tsk, bad question. 】

Wei Huan choked, he was impatiently harassed by hallucinations, he really shouldn't ask, why did he put pressure on Ah Zhe since he took care of himself meticulously from the beginning to the end.

Shen Lingzhe touched his side face, and said in a deep voice: "I will put down my work, quit the board of directors, and we will travel around the world."

"Wei Huan, you will be fine."

Wei Huan's palms trembled a little. He listened to Shen Lingzhe's voice, but there was always noise in his brain that harassed him.

Shen Lingzhe walked to him, "Let's go upstairs to rest."

Wei Huan stared at Shen Lingzhe's appearance, and he began to feel a little guilty. Shen Lingzhe sacrificed too much to be by his side, which was his original intention of not telling Shen Lingzhe the truth at first.

Shen Lingzhe saw his depression, walked up the stairs, and said flatly: "I have lived too tired for the first half of my life. I have no relatives. Now I just want to be with the person I like."

Shen Lingzhe looked sideways at Wei Huan beside him, "So if he dares to run, I'll keep his broken leg by my side." Shen Lingzhe's voice was calm and fierce, "Now you think I have nothing to do with that unreasonable Who is more terrifying in my hallucinations?"

Wei Huan trembled, put his distracting thoughts behind him, hugged Shen Lingzhe flatteringly, such a domineering warning, but it hit his heart like a shot in the arm.

Before resting, Wei Huan sat on the bed in the bedroom and said to Shen Lingzhe in the bathroom: "Azhe, hurry up, I promise you that you will just do it once and sleep well."

Standing in the bathroom, Shen Lingzhe received a call from Wei Bolin. He contacted himself repeatedly. There must be something important. "What's wrong?"

"Shen Lingzhe, your mother requested that she only cooperate with our work if she sees you."