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After leaving the entertainment building, Shu Qingmo only felt weak for a while, and her head hurt badly.

If it wasn't for Xiu Jie to lure him here, he would have at least arrived at the airport now, and he wouldn't have to drag his unwell body to take a taxi on the side of the road where people come and go.

The scheduled flight must be late, Shu Qingmo opened the mobile app to change the flight, but the light on the screen was so dazzling that it made his head feel even more uncomfortable.

"Young man, it seems that your complexion is not very good."

This time Shu Qingmo didn't call an online car-hailing service, but hail a taxi casually.The driver is a middle-aged uncle, so naturally he doesn't know what happened on the Internet.

"Should I take you to the hospital?" the driver asked.

Shu Qingmo knew that he had caught a cold in the rain last night, and it was not impossible to insist on taking the plane, but it was indeed a bit reluctant, because just taking a taxi made him dizzy and nauseous.

"No need." Shu Qingmo said weakly, "Master, can I trouble you to take me to xx hotel?"

This hotel is the hotel arranged by the program team for Shu Qingmo, and it is also the only hotel he is familiar with in Beijing.

Although the eyes of the front desk staff made him feel a little hard, but in comparison, he still didn't want to go to an unfamiliar place, he just wanted to fall on the bed as soon as possible and have a good rest.

In Shu Qingmo's impression, many literati and writers have described Beijing's autumn, so he always feels that Beijing's autumn is pleasant and beautiful. He even planned to invite Yan Zonglang to Xiangshan to see the red leaves in mid-October.

However, the reality is always so cruel. He did not expect that autumn in Beijing would come so unexpectedly, which made him completely unprepared.

All the good dreams were broken by the sudden illness. Shu Qingmo lay alone on the big bed in the hotel, with the curtains closed tightly, hoping that the discomfort in her body would be relieved as soon as possible.

When a person is sick, loneliness will be infinitely magnified.

Shu Qingmo's head sank in the big bed in a daze, surrounded by suffocating helplessness.

He thought blankly that now Fang Wanrou and the others must be watching his jokes.He could almost guess that Fang Wanrou would laugh at him and say: I told him that being on TV is not a good thing.

And those elders who love him may be very disappointed, Li Zhongdao, Zheng Gongxun, Chang Yue'e... obviously they all have high hopes for him.

No.

Can't admit defeat.

Shu Qingmo gritted her teeth and got up from the bed, took the mobile phone next to the pillow, endured the glare of the light, and opened the webpage to search for law firms.

However, half of the ten pieces of information that popped up on the page were advertisements, and it was impossible to tell whether they were reliable or not.

As for the other half of the information, such as law firm recommendation or lawyer consultation, Shu Qingmo didn't know which one to order.

At this moment, he really broke down a bit.

When I was a child, I would collapse because I didn’t bring an eraser for the exam. When I grow up, I will look back and look at it, but it is a very small thing.

Maybe after a few years, when Shu Qingmo looked back at this autumn afternoon in Beijing, he would think it was just a trivial matter, but for him who was sick at this moment, not knowing how to find a good lawyer was enough to make him feel sick. collapse.

So what if you've seen the world?So what if your career improves?

He is only 22 years old, just two months after graduating from university, and his life experience is not rich enough, so he still can't do what he shouldn't.

Finding a lawyer is not like learning to cook. If the food is not well cooked, at most it will taste bad, and it will not affect anything.

But if the lawyer is not found, there may be more troublesome things in the follow-up.

So why is it so difficult to survive in society?

Shu Qingmo subconsciously found Yan Zonglang's phone number in the address book, but seeing the familiar string of numbers on the screen, he hesitated to press the call button.

Because he knew very well in his heart that the moment he heard Yan Zonglang's voice, he would definitely break down and cry.

Just like last time.

Yan Zonglang said that he was not allowed to cry, he was already so strong, and he didn't want Yan Zonglang to be disappointed in him again.

"At the end."

Shu Qingmo looked at the phone screen in a daze, and suddenly heard Yan Zonglang's voice calling him.

"Mo, open the door."

What door to open?

Shu Qingmo searched for the source of the sound in a daze, and the gradually amplified knock on the door pulled him back from his own world to reality.

Before Shu Qingmo could realize why there was a knock on the door in the room, with the sound of "beep", the electronic door lock opened, and a familiar figure walked in from the door.

"...Mr. Yan?" Shu Qingmo stared blankly at Yan Zonglang, unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Zonglang came to the bed and sat down, touched Shu Qingmo's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"Mr. Yan," Shu Qingmo still looked at Yan Zonglang in disbelief and said, "Is it you?"

"It's me." Without saying a word, Yan Zonglang lifted the quilt, hugged Shu Qingmo and walked out.

Secretary Chen, who was following behind, took all of Shu Qingmo's luggage in a timely manner.

"Mr. Yan, why are you here?" Shu Qingmo hugged Yan Zonglang's neck tightly, afraid that everything in front of him was an illusion.

"If I don't come, are you planning to fend for yourself here?" Yan Zonglang lowered his eyes and asked sternly.

Well, such a fierce person is indeed Mr. Yan.

Shu Qingmo bit her lip, and the look of grievance appeared in her eyes again.

Yan Zonglang exhaled recklessly, and said in a soft tone: "I have greeted the hotel manager here and asked him to take special care of you."

Shu Qingmo raised her head and said, "... Take care?"

He quickly came to his senses and asked in a trance: "So the fruit given by the hotel every night is not for all guests?"

Yan Zonglang said: "Of course not."

Shu Qingmo gave a dry "Oh" and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Yan, are you angry with me?"

Yan Zonglang asked angrily, "What do you think?"

"But I didn't bother you." Shu Qingmo twitched the corners of his lips. For some reason, this made Yan Zonglang angry, and he murmured uncomfortably, "Can't I solve it myself?"

"How do you solve it yourself?" Yan Zonglang frowned and asked, "You can't bear to come to me when others bully you like this. Are you using me as a display?"

When Yan Zonglang said this, he just walked out of the hotel and came to an SUV.

Secretary Chen consciously opened the car door for him, and he gently stuffed the child in his arms into the back seat, then got into the car, and closed the car door with a bang.

Shu Qingmo was startled by the loud sound of the car door. He was not feeling well, and Yan Zonglang was so aggressive to him. He suddenly became angry and complained dissatisfiedly: "I went to find you last time, you You gave me a hard time and said that you don't want me to rely on you. This time I obviously didn't rely on you, but you came to the door yourself, and you said that I used you as a display, what are you going to do?"

Yan Zonglang was caught off guard by the question, and his anger suddenly weakened a lot.

Shu Qingmo snorted lightly, relying on the fact that the sick person was the biggest, turned her head to look out the window angrily and said: "If you treat me so fiercely again, I will never talk to you again."

There was a complete silence in the car, and even Driver Wang, who was completely out of the situation, felt that something was wrong.

He started the car carefully, and asked Yan Zonglang in the back seat, "Boss Yan, where are we going?"

Yan Zonglang adjusted his tone, and said in his usual tone: "Go home."

Shu Qingmo was still looking out the window, as if ignoring Yan Zonglang.

Yan Zonglang pursed his lips and wanted to speak several times, but finally sent a message to Secretary Chen who was sitting in the front row.

After a while, Secretary Chen cleared his throat in the car. He coughed twice and said to Yan Zonglang, "Well, Mr. Yan, the lawyer's letter has been sent."

Yan Zonglang said: "Okay."

In fact, the attorney representing the news had already told Yan Zonglang directly. The reason why he asked Secretary Chen to repeat it was to throw a carrot at the angry little rabbit beside him.

The little rabbit took the bait, turned around curiously and asked, "Mr. Yan, what lawyer's letter?"

"Those rumors on the Internet." Yan Zonglang said, "I have entrusted a lawyer to clarify, and hired a public relations team to control the direction of public opinion."

Secretary Chen added: "The public opinion is now on our side, and there is no need to control it."

"Really." Shu Qingmo felt relieved and frustrated at the same time.

In his eyes, Yan Zonglang solved the difficult matter of going to the blue sky without any effort.So when will he catch up with Yan Zonglang?

"Mo." Yan Zonglang saw through Shu Qingmo's mind, rubbed his drooping head and said, "You don't have to be brave in front of me."

"I know." Shu Qingmo turned his head away, leaned against the car window listlessly, and said mockingly, "It's not like you don't know how much I weigh, so what's the use of being brave?"

"That's not what I meant." Yan Zonglang exhaled helplessly, "I mean, I don't mind if you show weakness to me."

Shu Qingmo always felt that today's Yan Zonglang was very strange, was it because he hadn't seen him for a long time?

He turned half of his face to one side, looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "Mr. Yan, don't you hate me showing weakness the most?"

"That was before." Yan Zonglang said, "You can do whatever you want in the future."

"What if I want to cry?" Shu Qingmo asked.

"Then cry." Yan Zonglang said, "I'll take care of those bad guys who bullied you."

Shu Qingmo's emotional switch was completely poked by this sentence, and all the depression, forbearance, longing, and grievances during this period of time came to my heart at this moment.

He bit his lower lip as hard as he could, took back the tears that blurred his eyes, and swished his head to look out the window, saying, "I won't cry, you're the one who thinks about it, and I'm not allowed to cry before."

Yan Zonglang was at a loss for words for a while, he lost his temper completely, took the angry Shu Qingmo into his arms, pinched his swollen cheeks and said: "I was wrong before, don't be angry, little friend."

Shu Qingmo still didn't hold back, he had known Yan Zonglang for so long, but he had never seen Yan Zonglang so gentle.

He turned around and hugged Yan Zonglang's neck, buried it in his long-cherished neck, and said sullenly: "Mr. Yan, you are so annoying."

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang rubbed the back of Shu Qingmo's neck, "I will try my best to make you like it."

Just in time for Valentine's Day, Lao Yan and Xiao Qingmo are officially together ps I have to go out in the next two days and I can't type, so I typed two chapters in one go, and try to catch the next chapter before 24 o'clock the day after tomorrow