drama prince

Fang Chenxi was panting heavily, obviously that effort just now took a lot of effort from him.

Maybe it was too much force, he felt his head hurt even more, throbbing, as if he might fall down at any time.

At this time, Fang Chenxi, who was in a terrible mood, really didn't have the heart to talk about anything with Meng Yang here, he just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep.

Meng Yang was originally in a bad mood, if Fang Chenxi could give in to him, he would be fine, but this person not only did not apologize to him, but also yelled at him without knowing what to do, he felt that he was going to be angry died.

He kept heaving his chest, as if he wanted to roar at Fang Chenxi again.

It's just that Fang Chenxi didn't give him this chance at all, turned around and entered the room without any explanation, let alone an apology, that face seemed darker than Meng Yang's.

Meng Yang watched him turn around and enter the room without hesitation, and he followed immediately, but before he could say anything, the door slammed shut in front of him.

He almost hit his nose.

Meng Yang stared at the closed door, feeling like his lungs were going to explode.

He persuaded himself to calm down and not to follow up. If he really followed up, he would definitely quarrel with Fang Chenxi.

In the past two years, they have seldom quarreled. Of course, most of the reasons are because Fang Chenxi doesn't bother to quarrel with him. Every time he gets angry for some reason, Fang Chenxi doesn't even bother to bluff over there. ignore him.

But this time, this person didn't show any weakness at all, and seemed to be yelling louder than him.

What's going on here?

Could it be that you are getting angry outside?

But even so, you can't take out your anger on him!

Thinking that he might become Fang Chenxi's punching bag, he felt very upset, and in the end he couldn't help but opened the door.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Chenxi lying on the bed, looking sleepy.

Meng Yang just froze for a moment, then walked up directly.

"Fang Chenxi, you really went too far this time. It's fine if you don't come home all night, and you won't call me to tell me. Don't you know that others may worry about you? I'm well-meaning, and you still do this Yell at me, don't you blame me for apologizing?"

As Meng Yang spoke, his face was still sullen.

From the looks of it, Fang Chenxi couldn't do without apologizing to him.

But after he finished speaking, Fang Chenxi still didn't respond at all, just lying on his stomach, motionless.

Meng Yang frowned, then leaned over and pushed Chen Xi's shoulder below, and the volume increased accordingly, "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Fang Chenxi is really uncomfortable, what he wants most now is to sleep, but Meng Yang is still relentless towards him.

He originally thought that as long as he didn't speak, this person would probably give up, but he didn't expect that instead of leaving, this person would shake violently, making him feel like vomiting.

"I don't want to hear it, is it okay if I don't want to hear it? I just want to be alone for a while now, can you please let me out."

Fang Chenxi didn't have the strength anymore after shouting, she just collapsed on the bed, her lips parted, panting uncomfortably.

Meng Yang's face puffed up with anger, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Just when he was about to erupt, he finally noticed the abnormal flush on Fang Chenxi's face, and saw that he was frowning all the time, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Is it sick?

Thinking of this, Meng Yang stepped forward and touched his head, only to find that Fang Chenxi's forehead was very hot.

"You are sick!" Meng Yang exclaimed.

But Fang Chenxi would feel very uncomfortable, and didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and didn't even want to reply to him.

Seeing that he was sick, Meng Yang didn't bother with him.

Just now he was so angry that he almost choked Fang Chenxi.

But now that he knew he was sick, he comforted himself in his heart, since he was sick, he was a sick person, so he wouldn't care about a sick person.

"Fang Chenxi, your head is very hot. You must be sick. I'll take you to the hospital!" Meng Yang went to pull people while talking, not forgetting to say: "I told you to run around last night. See, now it's time for retribution! You really deserve it."

In fact, Meng Yang didn't mean anything else, he just likes to talk badly.

Chenxi Qianqian knew about his stink a few years ago. This person loves to pretend and has a bad temper. Normally, he would bear it.

But this will be in a bad mood and physically uncomfortable. This guy still doesn't forget to sneer at him. Who can bear it?

Anyway, he just didn't want to bear it anymore, so he slapped Meng Yang's hand away vigorously, and growled very unceremoniously, "It's all my business, whether I get sick or not, that's also my business, I don't need you Control, can you get out for me? I don't want to hear your voice now, not at all, get out of here."

This time, Meng Yang was completely annoyed, and the veins on his forehead kept popping.

"Then you can continue to suffer here!" After yelling this, he left angrily.

When going out, he didn't forget to slam the door hard, so strong that he almost knocked down the whole door.

Fang Chenxi lay back on the bed again, she didn't know if it was because she felt too wronged in her heart, or because the pain in her body was tormenting him too much, tears fell down.

After Meng Yang went out, he returned to his room. He was in a terrible mood, and a raging fire burned him in his heart, making him feel as if he was about to explode.

He sat on the bed heavily, and then beat the bed hard a few times, but felt that it was not enough, so he pulled the quilt directly, and tore it with all his strength, until he tore a big hole in the good quilt cover. Let him calm down a little bit.

He stayed in the room for a while, but still felt bored.

In fact, the main reason is that the anger in his heart cannot be dispelled, and Fang Chenxi is still beside him, so it is difficult for him not to get angry.

He felt that if he stayed like this, he would definitely run over and beat someone up.

After a while, Meng Yang slammed the door heavily and went out.

He arrived at the underground parking lot, thinking that he couldn't stay here any longer, and wanted to go back to Meng's house, but he just started the car, and he turned off the engine.

He thumped the steering wheel several times before calling Mo Keke.

"Where is it? Fang Chenxi is dying of illness, hurry up and take him to the hospital."

Before Mo Keke could ask another question, Meng Yang hung up the phone and turned off the phone by the way.

Afterwards, Fang Chenxi was taken to the hospital by Mo Keke. She had a severe fever, over 39 degrees.

Fortunately, the delivery was timely, and the treatment was also timely. After infusion and medicine, the fever subsided.

But even if the illness improved, it was still an illness, and this person was unavoidably sick and spiritless.

During the days when Fang Chenxi was ill, Meng Yang never showed up.

This made Mo Keke quite incomprehensible.

Didn't these two reconcile long ago?These years, the relationship has been very good. Sometimes Mo Keke can't help but tease sourly, thinking that Fang Chenxi shouldn't treat Meng Yang better than him. After all, they have known each other for so many years, and he just met. Meng Yang is only three years old.

But even every time he protested, it didn't stop the relationship between the two of them from getting better.

Two people who are so close, how can they be deadlocked?

Moreover, Mo Ke had racked his brains and still couldn't think of a reason for them to quarrel.

Furthermore, even if there is a conflict between two big men, it will be fine if the matter fades away. Why are these two men still going on and on?

Every time he asked Fang Chenxi why he quarreled with Meng Yang, he would always sullenly say, "Don't mention him to me."

Seeing him like that, Mo Keke always looks like the two young lovers are angry.

Every time this thought came up, he quickly suppressed it.

He felt that he must have thought too much.