Rational derailment

When Miller heard the knock on the door, Laura was falling asleep in a daze. After getting off the plane, she changed buses immediately. She was tired and frightened, and finally had some inflammation, which caused her to develop a low-grade fever, but fortunately it did not rise.

"Come in."

The door did not open.Miller frowned, propped himself up and walked towards the door, still wondering why Wu Si didn't use the key to open the door. After opening the door, this problem disappeared.There was no sign of Wu Si outside the door, only a box of anti-inflammatory drugs was found on the cabinet in the corridor.

Stuffing the anti-inflammatory medicine into his pocket, Miller walked towards the next room where DQ was sleeping, but Wu Si was not in that room either.

Back in the room, after feeding Laura with anti-inflammatory drugs, she fell asleep again, Miller picked up the phone and walked into the bathroom.

The phone rang several times before someone picked it up. Miller's voice was a little cold.

"Where are you?"

"When DQ wakes up, you will be able to finish the script soon without my assistance." Wu Si spoke slowly, word for word, sounding determined and cold, but actually it was because of his ribs The pain caused by the fracture did not allow him to speak more.

"Wus, I'm injured. As an assistant, shouldn't you assist me?" Miller also said in a low voice, not because he was afraid that Laura outside would hear it, but because he didn't want to get angry and tried to suppress the fire .

"With Laura here, she is your fiancée, taking care of your daily life... It is more... suitable for her to do it than for me." After saying this, Wu Si hurriedly pressed the microphone to prevent himself from breathing heavily be heard by the other party.

"Is that all you want to push me toward her?"

"This is your business."

"Wus, what do you mean, where is he now?"

"It's a little personal."

"so?"

"I'm going to take some time off."

"You think I'll believe it? You just don't want to see me with Laura, do you?"

"Whatever you think." After finishing speaking, Wu Si cut off the phone, pressed the wound hard, and tried to calm down his breathing.

The shaking of the bus gave him the illusion that his body was about to fall apart, and his body was still heating up. Wu Si could confirm his high fever without a thermometer.Because of his miserable situation, the other people in the car did not dare to have ill intentions towards him. This attack might cost a life. Stealing, kidnapping, robbery and rape are one thing, but killing someone is troublesome.

To say that Wu Si's only thing to be thankful for today is that when he picked up the anti-inflammatory medicine on the ground, he saw his bag, and when he was hit by a stick, he threw it out and fell behind a trash can.

I'm lucky to have my phone and wallet.

After giving the anti-inflammatory medicine to the front desk of the hotel, Wu Si jumped on the bus to Rio. There were no regular buses, only black cars, and he was allowed to get on the bus only after handing over all the cash on his body to the driver.

Compared with the injuries on his body, Wu Si was more worried about what they injected him with. He didn't know what it was, he only knew that his whole body was hot, weak and thirsty.If it's drugs...

Biting his lower lip, Wu Si looked at the phone with only two batteries left, and dialed a person he rarely contacted.

After hanging up the phone, Miller took ten deep breaths before calming himself down. He suppressed the urge to continue to call Wu Si. When he was angry just now, the wound hurt so badly, but now he is numb to the point of pain.

Miller knew that Wu Si was unhappy, and the moment he heard Laura appearing in Rio, his whole body became cold, he retracted himself into his shell, and pushed him away.

However, if you know it, you know that even if Wu Si is angry, Miller can't do anything. In a few words, Wu Si is not wrong. Laura is his chosen fiancée, and this fact will not change.

Maybe it's better for Miller if he leaves for a while.

Throwing the phone into his pocket, Miller looked at the bleeding wound and walked out of the bathroom.In the room, Laura was holding the quilt with both hands. Even in a deep sleep, her whole body was still tense, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Lifting the quilt on the other side, Miller also lay on the bed, hugged Laura gently, and slowly calmed her trembling.