fierce dog

There was a thunder in the sky, and the rain that had been holding back for a day fell violently.

Mo Dong turned around and stopped a taxi to get in.

How could he have the qualifications to manage Song Zhou? Even if Song Zhou didn't say anything, he didn't have the qualifications.

So he went, and walked cleanly.

"You haven't come back for dinner for a long time, so go home this weekend." Mo Xiangqiang suddenly thought of calling Mo Dong for some reason.

"Let's talk." Mo Dong coughed, his voice a little hoarse.

"Have a cold?"

"Well," Mo Dong said, taking a sip of hot water, "It rained a little last night."

"Have you taken your medicine? You should pay more attention to your health when you live alone now. Don't think that you are young and don't take it seriously."

"Yeah, I see." Mo Dong perfunctorily hung up the phone.

He is really not feeling well now. He just took the medicine just now, and the effect of the medicine has not come up yet.

In fact, he didn't get too much rain last night, it was just the distance from the community to the apartment building, but unfortunately he got hit this morning, his throat felt like it was on fire, and it hurt even to swallow.

"Mo Dong, are you feeling better?" The master who brought him came here to care about him.

"It's much better." After Mo Dong finished speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

The master suddenly raised the back of his hand and pressed it against his forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

"Ah?" Mo Dong raised his hand to touch his forehead, and said in a daze, "No..."

"Why don't you go home and rest, I'll give you sick leave," said the master.

"I'm really fine..." Mo Dong still wanted to insist.

The master said directly: "What if you die in the company? I can't explain it. Go back and rest, the company will not miss you."

Now that the words have come to this point, Mo Dong can no longer refuse, so he can only say: "Okay, thank you."

After getting up and going home for sick leave, other colleagues cast envious looks at Mo Dong.

How nice it is to take a day off sick when you catch a cold.

This is the treatment that only rookies have.

When he got home and lay down on the bed, Mo Dong tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Didn't you say that after taking cold medicine, you will feel sleepy?Why didn't he feel sleepy at all.

After a long time, he still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up from the bed and looked out the window with some depression.

Because of the torrential rain that lasted for nearly ten hours last night, today's weather has become exceptionally good, with blue sky and white clouds.

I just don't know what happened to Song Zhou.

Mo Dong realized that he began to miss Song Zhou again, and it was after Song Zhou himself said to leave him alone.

Why are you so rushed.

After spurning himself in his heart, Mo Dong lay back on the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

It rained almost all night yesterday, waking him up several times in the middle of the night, and finally turned on the air conditioner to barely stop shivering under the covers.

So even lying on the bed and sleeping under a thick quilt felt uncomfortable, Song Zhou 90.00% ran to that crappy factory again, and wouldn't he just freeze to death if he stayed there overnight?

"Fuck." After cursing, Mo Dong felt puzzled, and cursed again in a low voice: "Damn it."

He owed Song Zhou a lot in his previous life!

Lift the quilt, get out of bed, put on your coat, open the door, and go downstairs.

It took less than 10 minutes for Mo Dong to walk to the door of the broken factory, staring at the iron gate in front of him with an ugly expression.

It's all coming, he can't turn around and go back.But if he just walked in like this, he felt aggrieved again.

Song Zhou said that all yesterday, and rejected him so clearly, but within a day, he came to stick a cold ass again.

never mind.Mo Dong sighed.

Just post it, who let me eat Song Zhou's so many meals in vain before, and now I should use my hot face to post other people's cold buttocks.

What's more, if Song Zhou's back freezes to death, he won't have breakfast, lunch or dinner in the future, and maybe he won't even be able to take the golden retriever home to play with.

More than worth the loss!

After taking a deep breath, Mo Dong raised his hand and pushed open the iron door.

The iron door made a harsh "creaking" sound, and there was no reaction in the factory, it was very quiet, and no head poked out from the second floor.

Isn't Song Zhou here?

Mo Dong walked up the stairs with a tentative mentality, turned a corner, and saw a figure curled up on the sofa.

It was covered with the blanket he had given him before.

Didn't you say you won't let him take care of it?Then why cover him with the blanket he gave?The confidence in Mo Dong's heart suddenly became stronger, and his feet were no longer so weak, and he walked towards Song Zhou straight up.

"You..." Before the words came out, Mo Dong sensed something was wrong, bent over and lifted the blanket, revealing Song Zhou's abnormally red face.

He pushed Song Zhou, but there was no response. He put his hand on Song Zhou's forehead and said in surprise, "Song Zhou, do you have a fever?"

Song Zhou closed his eyes tightly, even the breath from his nose was hot, and he didn't know if he heard Mo Dong's voice.

Mo Dong became anxious, and lifted all the blankets on Song Zhou's body. Sure enough, the bandages that the doctor had wrapped up yesterday had already loosened into a ball, and Song Zhou didn't take care of it at all.

Not caring so much, Mo Dong directly slapped Song Zhou's face hard to wake him up.

"Hmm..." The slap still had an effect, Song Zhou slowly opened his eyes after feeling the pain, and looked at Mo Dong in front of him with some confusion.

"Do you know who I am?" Mo Dong asked.

"...Mo Dong?" Song Zhou's voice was even hoarse than Mo Dong's in the morning. If he was not so familiar with his name, Mo Dong could hardly understand what he said.

Being able to recognize himself means that at least he is not burning stupid, so it will be much easier.

Mo Dong patted Song Zhou's face a few more times to prevent him from continuing to sleep, then took a stride and picked Song Zhou up from the sofa.

Originally, he wanted to use the back, but he was afraid of hurting Song Zhou's wound, so he had to change it to the princess's hug.

After struggling to walk down the stairs and out of the factory, Mo Dong leaned against the door to rest, seeing Song Zhou in his arms slowly closing his eyes and showing signs of falling asleep again, he immediately shouted: "Don't sleep! Wake up!"

This trick worked quite well, at least Song Zhou shuddered all over, and his eyes widened from being frightened.

Carrying Song Zhou to the nearest clinic, Mo Dong couldn't remember how many times he yelled along the way. Anyway, almost everyone on the road regarded him as crazy.

"Where is the doctor..." After entering the clinic, Mo Dong was so tired that he felt that he was about to die. After putting Song Zhou on the hospital bed, he gasped and said to the nurse, "Hurry up and call the doctor, he has a fever. "

"you--"

The nurse seemed to be saying something, but Mo Dong couldn't hear a word. He frowned and tried to recognize the shape of the nurse's mouth, but within a few seconds, it was pitch black.

Then, he lost consciousness.

When Mo Dong woke up again, he was already lying on the hospital bed in the clinic, with a needle stuck in the back of his hand, and it seemed that he was receiving an infusion.

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while before he could barely remember why he was in the clinic.

But... shouldn't it be Song Zhou who has a fever?Why is it that he is now the one who gets the infusion.

He turned his head and glanced to the right, empty.

Then he turned his head and looked to the left, oh, Song Zhou, Song Zhou who was lying on the infusion just like him.

Very good, seeing that Song Zhou was treated, Mo Dong's hanging heart was slightly relieved.

The drowsiness struck again, and before he closed his eyes, he confirmed that there was still more than half of the liquid in the eye drops bottle, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep with peace of mind.

The next time I woke up, it was already night, and the needle in my hand had been pulled out at some point, replaced by a medical band-aid.

Mo Dong sat up from the bed in a daze, and fell into a sleepy sleep, with the illusion that it took a century to wake up.

"Are you awake?" The nurse came in from the outside and said happily after seeing that Mo Dong had woken up, "You are considered awake, we are going to get off work, and I wanted to wake you up."

When Mo Dong heard that he had almost delayed her getting off work, he sat up from the hospital bed in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I slept too hard..."

"Your friend woke up a long time ago, but you, after sleeping until this time, did you stay up late last night?" the nurse said.

The movement of putting on shoes stopped suddenly, Mo Dong noticed the empty hospital bed next to him, raised his head and asked the nurse, "Where are the others?"

"Just wake up and go," the nurse said.

gone?

He struggled to carry him to the clinic, was so exhausted that he almost died, passed out and went to the hospital bed for infusion, but he actually left?

Do you still have a conscience?

Mo Dong felt a little angry for a moment, no, it was extremely angry.

He shouldn't care about Song Zhou's life and death, just let him die of a high fever in the broken factory, why worry about it, it's thankless.

This hot love and cold butt is so realistic that no one can say no to it after seeing it.

Cursing in his heart and getting off the bed, Mo Dong went out to prepare to pay the bill, but he heard the nurse say, "Your friend has already paid."

It seemed that Song Zhou had at least some humanity remaining, knowing that he would settle the bill before leaving.

But this could not extinguish the anger in Mo Dong's heart, he thanked the nurse calmly, turned and walked out of the clinic.

"Mo Dong."

Mo Dong suspected that he had an auditory hallucination, otherwise how could he have heard Song Zhou's voice?

"Mo Dong." No, the voice sounded too real.

Mo Dong turned around, and saw Song Zhou really appeared in front of him, and he was quite energetic, completely different from when he was almost confused during the day.

"Aren't you leaving?" Mo Dong asked.

I don't know if it's his illusion, although Song Zhou seems to have had a fever at this time, but his expression seems a little strange.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, anyway, it just felt different from before.

"I'll go and buy you something to eat." Song Zhou spoke in a very soft voice, requiring Mo Dong to listen carefully to hear clearly.

"So instead of leaving, you went to buy food?" he asked.

"Yeah." Song Zhou said.

Seeing the packing box in Song Zhou's right hand, Mo Dong confirmed that he was not lying.

Well, he's not angry anymore.He decided that the adults would not remember the faults of the villains, and would not care about Song Zhou any more.

Turning his head to look at the clinic that had already sampled, he said, "Let's eat at another place, the clinic is closed."

The author says:

Take a day off tomorrow, and update the day after tomorrow.